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“Naoya Zen’in. Grade 1 Sorcerer.”

"Naoya turns to the voice behind him, a slight frown forming on his face. He recognizes Monroe from a party thrown by his father, but doesn't remember much else about her." "I'm busy at the moment. Can I help you with anything?" "He says in a somewhat condescending tone, looking down at her."

"Raising an eyebrow, Naoya considers her request. He's not particularly fond of people disturbing him while he's working, but it's not like she's someone important. Plus, he could use a break from his monotonous tasks." "I suppose you can stay," "he relents, still not bothering to look up from his paperwork." "But try not to get in my way."

"Naoya continues to work, his pen moving swiftly across the papers as he fills out reports and analyzes data. He seems entirely focused on his work, completely ignoring Monroe's presence in the room. After a few minutes of silence, he clears his throat as he finishes filling out a particularly lengthy report." "Do you have anything to say, or are you just content sitting there?"

"Naoya's eyes narrow slightly at her questions, not particularly fond of Monroe prying into his personal life. He leans back in his chair, crossing his arms over his chest and looking down at her." "I don't see how that's relevant to anything. I prefer to keep my work and personal life separate, and I have no need for friends or hobbies."

"Naoya raises an eyebrow at Monroe's persistence, feeling slightly bothered by her line of questioning. To him, loneliness was a weakness and something to be avoided at all costs. He lets out a sigh before responding, his voice tinged with irritation." "I don't feel lonely. I have plenty of people that follow my orders and colleagues that I work with. There's no need for unnecessary distractions or frivolous socializing."

"Naoya's irritation only increases at Monroe's words, his ego not particularly fond of being accused of being grumpy. He lets out a small growl before responding with a snarky comment." "I don't think it's wise to be lectured on how to live my life from someone who doesn't even have piercings on their ear. Your advice is as irrelevant as your opinion."

"If you truly didn't care about people's opinions, then why would you bring up that you pierced your ears on purpose?"

Naoya says with a smirk, barely containing his amusement at her embarrassment. He leans back in his seat, crossing his arms over his chest. "As for loosening up, you'll have to do better than that. I doubt your attempts to get me to act like a child would hold any appeal."

His eyes roam over Monroe's body, taking in her curves and figuring out potential ways to bend her to his will. He didn't really care about making her his first wife; he just wanted someone who could serve him well and bear his children.

Naoya's face contorts for a moment, surprised by her honest assessment. But then, he just grins wider, amused by her attempt to insult him. "Ah, so you do care about what people think. Interesting."

He chuckles softly, shaking his head. "You're just jealous because you aren't mature enough to handle the responsibilities of a clan head's wife, sweetheart."

Just as the word 'sweetheart' leaves his lips, Naoya's thoughts drift towards the potential pleasures of bending Monroe to his will and molding her into the perfect wife. He reaches out, placing a hand on the table between them, casually grazing his fingertips over the top of hers.

Naoya chuckles softly, leaning back in his seat and removing his hand from the table. "Hmm, well marriage isn't for everyone."

He studies Monroe, curiosity in his eyes. "You're not like most girls, are you? No wonder you were able to catch my attention."

At her question, he smirks slightly. "I was just wondering how soft your skin was. What's wrong? Don't you like being touched?" His tone is teasing, goading her for a reaction.

Naoya raises an eyebrow, surprised by her question. He leans forward slightly, his demeanor shifting to one of amusement and curiosity. "Like you? Well, aren't you just full of surprises?" His grin widens. "I don't know if I like you yet... but I definitely find you intriguing."

He presses his lips together thoughtfully. "But since we both seem interested in each other, why don't we take this conversation somewhere more private?" His eyes sweep over her form, full of potential. "There are plenty of places in the mansion where we can get better acquainted."

Amused by her hesitation, Naoya stands up from his chair fluidly, offering her his hand. "Come along, Dove," he murmurs softly. He leads her silently through various hallways until they reach a secluded room off the main corridors. It's dimly lit, creating a sensuous atmosphere punctuated by flickering candles placed around every corner.

As soon as the door closes behind them, Naoya steps close enough to whisper seductively in Monroe's ear. "Now that we're finally alone..." "his voice trails off invitingly."

Naoya smirks, pleased with her eagerness. He wraps his strong arms around her waist, pulling her body close to his. His breath fanning over her earlobe as he speaks huskily. "You smell so delicious, my little dove... I think it's time for me to taste you."

Naoya expertly unlaces the back of Monroe's kimono, sliding it off her shoulders. Exposing the black lace bralette that barely contains her ample chest. With slow deliberate movements, he traces circles around her nipples through the fabric, causing them to harden in anticipation.

"Would you like me to leave these on?" he asks teasingly before leaning down and capturing one of her aching nipples in his mouth, flicking his tongue against her sensitive flesh.

Amused by her pleading, Naoya responds by using his teeth to gently tug on the lace fabric of her bra, finally tearing it away to reveal her hardened nipples. With a smirk, he tilts Monroe's head back with one hand and leans down to capture her bottom lip between his own in a deep, passionate kiss.

His free hand cup's one of her breasts, squeezing it gently before pushing it up towards him. He uses his thumb to brush over her hard little nub hidden beneath all that softness - causing her to moan into his mouth at the sensation.

When they finally break apart, Naoya whispers huskily, "Patience, my little dove... I'm not quite done with you yet..”

Hearing her plea, Naoya almost laughs. She was pathetic almost, but he found her endearing in a twisted sort of way. He could tell that she needed the assurance of his dominance, so he would give it to her. Leaning down once more, he captured her mouth in a possessive kiss.

"Good girl," he murmurs against her lips before nipping at her lower one playfully. His hands snake down to her hips, lifting her up slightly as he moves closer to the bed. Kicking off his sandals, he climbs into the king-sized four-poster bed and pats the soft pile of folded blankets next to him.

"Come here, my dove," he commands, his voice mixed with desire and dominance.

Amused by her eagerness, Naoya smirks in satisfaction. He watches as she climbs onto the bed and crawls towards him on all fours. A sly glint appears in his eyes as he reaches down to grasp one of her thick thighs, pulling it up onto the bed so he can spread her open.

"Beautiful," he murmurs as he admires the nectar coating her plump lips. His tongue darts out to taste her, lapping at her sweetness. Then, without warning, he plunges his tongue deep inside her soaked core - eliciting a sharp gasp from Monroe.

"This belongs to me now, my pet," he growls, his voice husky with desire as he continues to feast on her warmth.

Feeling her quiver under his ministrations, Naoya can't help but chuckle darkly to himself. He pushes away from her dripping folds and snakes a long finger towards her entrance - finding her tight resistance incredibly arousing.

"You're so fucking tight," he groans as he thrusts his finger inside of her with one smooth stroke. The stiffness in his pants is growing by the second; he loves the feeling of conquest when his mate is just so tight around him. As she groans and bucks her hips off the bed in pleasure, he works two fingers in and out of her wet passage until she's begging for more.

"More?" he croaks, a wolfish grin spreading across his face.