Dangerous Lines | Yuzuru Hanyu

4. Home

She arrived home to the same scenario as usual.

Yaeko had privileges that a lot of Yakuza wives didn't have purely from the rank that her husband occupied.

At least on this particular thing, she could be thankful that her husband was no ordinary man inside the organization. For once, household tasks were rarely entrusted to her. The main objective was that she was always free whenever the business need came and the other reason was because money wasn't lacking.

Surely enough, the Yakuza still held a substantial financial power that was impossible to ignore and the obvious fact that he was so high up on the order of power made sure that nothing was lacking in their life.

They had maids, house staff, gardeners and everything else you might imagine at their reach to make sure that everything was always impeccable. Her only responsibility was to manage all of the employees and well, warm up her husband's bed.

Truth be told, the man wasn't getting any younger and it would be a mistake to imagine that he had the prowess to keep her busy for a while but it didn't mean that it wasn't a responsibility. This was something that she still struggled with to this day. Having a man so old be your husband wasn't particularly enticing and it certainly explained why they had never been blessed (or cursed) with children.

Her husband wanted a child so badly that there were times when he could barely contain the true goal behind every encounter. The truth, or at least the one she believed to be correct, was that the man was either too old or she wasn't able to carry children.

They would never really know because he wasn't a firm believer in medicine and for that, Yaeko was kind of happy and grateful.

The last thing she wanted was to bring a child into this world of chaos and destruction that was this family and organization.

Still, if hypothetically he was to actually be able to get her pregnant, Yaeko would have no choice but to carry out the pregnancy. There wasn't a single form of birth control that she was allowed to take and no one was willing to go through the possible consequences of helping her with that.

Treason was considered a very serious offence in the group and a few of the members had one less finger to prove exactly that.

After arriving home, she instantly got to work and helped the cook with dinner.
She was in the midst of overseeing the whole thing when she felt her husband's presence behind her.

"I need you in my room." he muttered against her neck, disgusting her right away. She dreaded every single time they were intimate but it wasn't as if she had a choice. They were husband and wife after all.

"Kiyoshi, I'm helping with dinner. Can't this wait?"

"You're the wife of the Wakagashira, you shouldn't worry yourself with such menial tasks. Anyone else can oversee this while you're busy with me.

She was dragged to the room without much willingness on her part and the older man started undressing himself from the very first moment the door closed behind them. Yaeko could have imagined him to be somewhat attractive in his young years but the truth was that the almost 40-year difference between them made it really hard for her to find him anywhere near attractive, especially now as he had been gaining weight and the skin stretched all of the tattoos on his body.

He had been almost 60 years old when they married and intimacy, as everything in their relationship, was something she only fulfilled as a task.

Kiyoshi stared at her in his naked form, expecting her own. In a way, she was surprised whenever he found the stamina to want her. These occasions had been getting scarcer with time and you could bet she didn't complain a single time.

With just a few movements, she got rid of all of her clothes in practiced motions, not bothering to even attempt to make them look somewhat sexy. The last thing she wanted was to make this last longer.

The discarded clothes revealed her tattooed body and the old man took his time to have a good look at the woman he had bought so many years before.

She was dragged to the bed by Kiyoshi's strong hands, his fingers wrapping around her waist as he pushed her against the sheets. He instantly spread her legs open and leaned over her body, forcing himself inside her in an uncomfortable motion.

His thrusts were painful but it wasn't as if Yaeko would say a word, lying there like a corpse just waiting for this to be over. She didn't really care what he did as long as she didn't have to feel like he was the one in charge.

His breaths were labored, his thrusts quickening with every moment until he reached his peak, releasing himself inside her with an expression of pleasure that Yaeko could never understand. Her body had never felt any kind of pleasure when it came to him and she couldn't imagine she would ever feel it.

It was all over and done within a matter of seconds and he collapsed over her, panting heavily in the aftermath of his release.

Yaeko remained in the same position, trying her best to pretend it was normal for someone to lay over her with their entire weight. Her hands were still flat over the bed sheets as if she hadn't dared to touch the man over her.

He got up and started getting dressed as she laid there, her eyes staring blankly at the ceiling as she tried her best to think of something else. Anything would do, as long as it wasn't about the situation she had just endured.

It wasn't as if it mattered either way.

As soon as she was allowed to leave, Yaeko got to the bathroom and cleaned herself thoroughly, washing herself with soap as she tried her best to forget the whole thing had happened, her thoughts instantly shifting to someone she didn't even know and how it could have been different if she had spent her life by the side of someone like him: young, attractive and sweet.

Just like that, Yaeko realized she was in deep trouble.