Perhaps, She Does

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He suddenly stopped from walking when he saw a certain notice pinned on the announcement board. He narrowed his eyes, trying to understand every sentence. The portrait attached to it was very familiar. He saw that face before. He took the poster from it and he immediately went to Shinmachi to confirm it.

"This.. this is her, right?" He asked when he arrived at Makoto's office. The younger one looked at the poster and his eyes widened. They were both surprised that the youngest courtesan of Shinmachi is the daughter of one of the richest merchants in the country.

"But how?" Makoto asked and they both remembered that they found Fuyu in the streets during that rainy night. If she ran away from home, there is a possibility that she went through serious problems. Makoto hid the poster in his drawer when someone suddenly knocked.

"Come in." It was her. She smiled softly at them after opening the doors. She was carrying a tray of snacks and she served it on the table near the windows. The two men were silent and they watched her until she left them alone inside the office.

"We need to bring her back to her home. Her father is looking for her." Makoto suggested but the older one shook his head. He couldn't afford to bring her back there so easily. He needs to know why she was in the streets that night.

"There must be a reason why she was there that night. What if she was being abused or might be worse than that?" The older one asked and Makoto pursed his lips before nodding. Indeed, the young samurai is right.

The night finally arrived and they had an unexpected visitor. It was him. Fuyu froze on her spot but she was thankful that her back was facing him. She started to tremble as she tried to take a step forward, away from the person who gave her a traumatic experience. If she would open her mouth to call for help, he would recognize her. The young samurai went out of the room and he saw her standing in the middle of the hallways. He noticed the man who was about to approach her.

"Hasegawa-sama, it has been a long time." He smiled at the older man and the latter did the same to him. He quickly rescued his warm winter from danger by wrapping his arm around her waist without letting her see her father's face.

"It seems like you will have a good night tonight." The older man said and he nodded. She gripped on his yukata tightly and his hand traveled up to her head. He gently pushed her head closer, making her bury her face on his shoulder.

"Yes, I will. If you may excuse us. It is nice to meet you, Hasegawa-sama." His smile never faded until they finally went back to the room. She almost fell on the floor but he was quick to catch her. He hugged her tightly and she started crying silently.

"It's fine now, my warm winter." He whispered and she clutched on his yukata tightly as he was trying to calm her down. He kissed her temples and she just continued on crying.

"Don't let me go.. Please." She cried softly and he immediately nodded, whispering to her that he would protect her no matter what happens. She slowly calmed down until she fell asleep in his arms.

He analyzed the sequence of events and he concluded that something happened between her and her father. He wouldn't want to ask her the real reason as it would trigger her once again. He will wait for her to finally open up to him once she is ready. He heard a knock outside and it was Makoto. He walked in the room and he informed the older one that her father finally left after confirming that his daughter was not there. Of course, he would rather lie than to put any one of them in any further conflict. He thanked the younger one for doing it.

"I'm afraid that Shinmachi would no longer be a safe home for her once her father finds out that she is really here." Makoto expressed his worries and the older one nodded. He was also worried for her. As much as he wanted to get her out of Shinmachi, it would be difficult for him since the Emperor might not be able to accept her.

One of his secrets is being the Emperor's son. No one knows aside from Makoto. He is hiding his identity to everyone in order to protect himself and the people closest to him. He let out a sigh, thinking what should be his next step. The younger one left them alone and she stirred from her sleep. She asked him why he was still awake and he said that he had too much tea and he couldn't sleep. She sat up in the futon and gently cupped his cheeks. He stared deep in her eyes and he was the one who initiated the kiss.

"Sho.." She whispered, unconsciously giving him such enticing stares. He continued on kissing her lips passionately and when he felt his body heating up, he asked her if they could finally do it. It was her birthday.

"Yes, please.." She mumbled and he started taking his yukata off. His lips traveled down from her neck down to her abdomen. She pressed her palms against his broad chest and she released a soft moan when he had his head between her legs.

She laid herself back on the futon and he wrapped her legs around his shoulders while his tongue was letting her experience the pleasure of the first time. She shuddered, gripping on the sheets tightly while arching her back. She could feel her body heating up and her eyes watered in pleasure. She is finally eighteen and she surrendered her virginity to the man who caught her heart. She curled her toes and she mewled softly as her hands rested on his hair to gently pull it.

"Oh, God.." She hissed as she experienced his skillful tongue. She could feel her core getting wetter and his hands held her waist to keep her laid down. She slightly lifted her lower body and then, she let out a relieved sigh when she released her first orgasm.

He wanted to see her reaction the moment they finally did it, so he shifted his position and told her to keep her eyes on him. She obediently followed him and she felt like drowning in his stares. She cried in pain when he started entering her and he softly hushed her and assured her that it would no longer hurt later on. Tears fell from her eyes as she nodded. He moved his hips slowly and she adjusted to the thrusts she was receiving. He asked her if it still hurts and she shook her head.

"Faster.." She whispered shyly and he let out a soft chuckle before granting her wish. He pressed their bodies together and she wrapped her arms around him, accepting the ecstasy of every time he goes deeper inside her.

"My winter.." He groaned as he kept his hips moving faster. Her moans started to get louder but the good thing was the walls of the room are thick. Every thrust became intense and wild. She dug her nails against his bare back, leaving scratches and marks on it.

"Sho, please.." She cried while trying to meet his thrusts. Her whole body trembled when she released another orgasm and it didn't stop since he moved his hips faster. She was so sensitive after it and he finally found every right spot to hit inside her.

"Sho, you're too good.." She cried once more when he made her come for a few more times. A mischievous smile formed on his lips and as her first time, it was quite an experience. He didn't expect that she would last for a few hours.

He worshiped her body for the whole night by making her experience a few more positions they could do. He lifted her leg as he was spooning her. She bit her finger lightly, trying to suppress her moans. She was a little afraid that she might get addicted to him. What if she started looking for his touches? It would make her look like she will not be able to live without him. His lips touched her shoulders and he left reddish marks on it while his lower body was busy deflowering his warm winter.

"Happy birthday, my dearest winter. Are you loving my gift?" He whispered to her ear and she turned red. How could she answer that question when his gift is currently drilling her insides?

"You're so naughty, Sho.." She mumbled and he just chuckled softly before nibbling her ear. She shivered with the tingling sensation it gave her. She couldn't believe that it only took him a few minutes to make her a mess.