It's safe to say things have changed in the few short months you've been at the Johzenji household. The rag-tag group of kids needed to be properly taught how to be respectful.
"Hey, clean up after yourself!"
"But Hana-"
"—is extremely busy. And everyone here is an adult. So when she does clean up after you, I expect you to say thank you. Understood?"
"Yes, ma'am," they all mumbled.
There was an extra housekeeper, a gardener, and a handyman. Not many people care for this massive estate. Since the original boss went on a murderous rampage, help was hard to find.
"I'm going to hire more help." You stated. Getting your way with Terushima was simple, don't ask, just say it. And when he looks at you as if he disagrees with you, you pout. That usually does the trick.
"Yeah, fine."
Terushima was handsy, like a scared spoiled child who needed to be clinging to you at all times. He would get heated as he kissed you sloppily while putting his entire weight on you. A simple handjob always did the trick. He'd forget all about the fact that you two didn't even have sex.
Like every clique, ample fangirls are willing to do anything to get a designer purse. They were a great help for you not having to sleep with him.
Sometimes on the days, he slept with them in a drunken haze, you'd take their places in his room as they snuck out, and when he woke up, he thought he slept with you the night before.
There was only one time when he was drunk and high, with no fan girls in sight to keep I'm occupied. "You like that? That feel good?" His fingers were nowhere near anything that felt good. "Mm, so good." You roll your eyes. Faking an orgasm is easy, especially for men who probably never executed one before.
After getting him off with your hand, leaving him a sticking mess—proof that you two "fucked"
Sighing in complete displeasure, all the way back to your room. The hardest part of this undercover job is not being satisfied sexually.
Even if a man lacked the qualities of pleasuring a woman, you'd find taking control was simpler than expecting them to do it. But everything changed since your time with the Inarizaki.
Atsumu and Kiyoomi managed to give you such immense pleasure that nothing else even compares. But it wasn't just the sex. You realized it was the emotional attachment to them that made it pleasurable. This is why even if Kiyoomi didn't ask you not to sleep with anyone, you wouldn't anyway. It wouldn't be the same.
"You won't be able to reach with those small fingers." You imagined his blonde hair hovering over you, foaming at the mouth as you pleasured yourself, trying to curl your fingers the way he used to. But imaginary Atsumu was right. You couldn't reach. Dammit
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Some crucial information you've learned
Johzenji makes their fortune somewhat like Inarizaki. Drugs are a part of it. But most of their money comes from their weapons sale, "venom." Which was supposedly disbanded. Never stopped.
The other side of city limits, not bordering Inarizaki, is where they make most of their trades from. "A free city" not governed by anyone powerful enough to get in Terushima's way.
Terushima gets a cut from businesses scattered around the city. Giving people loans and "protection" is a great idea until they can't afford the insane amount of "interest" that he keeps taxing on them. They either lose their business or their life, usually both.
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