It's Valentine's Day and Tsuzuki wants to give Anna one of the best nights of her second life. But first comes a little work and then the "fun" part. Surreal lemon for everyone.
Chapter Nine: Hedone’s Wedding Night:
Tonight had to special. Tsuzuki wanted to go all out for Anna. One night in a romantic hotel, money no object. A love hotel wouldn’t do it; too tacky. Ever since January, Tsuzuki searched online for romantic five-star hotels in Tokyo. Ideally, he wanted a room that overlooked the city at a reasonable price. He got his wish on February first. Hedone Suite overlooked Tokyo and was titled the most romantic room in the hotel. Booked with no problems.
Now to get the money. Tsuzuki hated this part.
Best option? Tatsumi refused at first.
“Why should I?” he asked.
“Please?” Tsuzuki begged. “I really need the money!”
Tsuzuki gulped. “Valentine’s Day!”
Tatsumi frowned. “It’s about her, isn’t it?”
“What did you do?”
“Booked a room.”
“Near the beach.”
“It’s not that bad really…”
Tsuzuki gulped again. “Tokyo Paris…”
“I only want the best for her!”
“That’s too much money!”
Tatsumi shook his head. “No!”
Tsuzuki went into puppy mode and got down on his knees. “Please? I’ll do anything! Anything!”
Tsuzuki broke down into whimpering. His former partner tried to ignore that charm.
“Not going to work!” Tatsumi said. Tsuzuki’s lower lip quivered. The whimpering grew worse. Tatsumi shut his eyes and tried to look away.
“Please?” Tsuzuki begged. “I’ll even come in on weekends!” His former partner clenched his fists.
“Fine,” he hissed. “But you owe me!” Tsuzuki’s eyes became stars.
“Thanks Tatsumi!” he exclaimed. He gave him a great big hug. The secretary rolled his eyes.
“Whatever…” he mumbled. Tsuzuki had the room and money. Now to make the date.
Tsuzuki got on his phone and made the call.
“Hello?” Anna answered on the other line.
“Anna-chan!” her lover exclaimed. “Let’s go out tonight.”
“What? Where?” she asked. Tsuzuki smiled to himself.
“It’s a little surprise,” he said.
“Are you up for it?”
“Sure. Why not?”
“Nice. I’ll pick you up at seven.”
“Should I dress up?”
“If you want to.”
“See you at seven.”
“Bye.” They both hung up. Tsuzuki sat back, smiling. All set. Now to conquer the day.
First detour. On his way home, Tsuzuki stopped on the local florist. The guy behind the counter sprang to life.
“Welcome sir!” he said. “Shopping for a last minute gift?”
“Something like that,” Tsuzuki replied. “I just need to pick up something for my fiancée.”
“Oh, I see,” the clerk said. “Hang on.” He picked up a bouquet of red roses and held them up.
“How about these?” he asked. Tsuzuki shook his head.
“No,” he said. “She hates roses.”
“She does?” the clerk asked. “Then, what does she want?” Tsuzuki looked around at flower selection. He spotted the perfect fit.
“These will be the best,” he said. The Shinigami held up a bouquet of fresh cut gardenias. The clerk blinked at him.
“Uh… you sure?” he asked.
“Yeah!” the man replied. “These are her favorite.”
“Okay…” the clerk said. He rang up the flowers and Tsuzuki paid for the purchase. Now for the main event.
Tsuzuki made it back to his apartment. Anna waited at the door for him. Her fiancé took a moment to take in the tasty china doll before him. Her cotton candy pink cheongsam dress huffed every curved of her shapely body. Even the matching chopsticks in her hair looked cute.
“Good evening,” Anna said with a bow. Tsuzuki gave her a little smile.
“You look great,” he said.
“Thank you,” she said. Her fiancé handed her the gardenias.
“For me?” Anna asked.
“Yeah,” Tsuzuki replied.
“Oh thank you!” she said as she took the flowers. Her fiancé smiled.
“Ready to go?” he asked. Anna looked up at him.
“Where?” she asked. Her lover gave her a naughty grin.
“It’s a surprise,” he whispered in her ear.
“Hm?” Anna asked. Tsuzuki took her by the hands and vanished into the night. In seconds, they appeared in front of Tokyo Paris. Anna’s jaw just dropped as she stepped forward. Tsuzuki smiled at her.
“Like it?” he asked. “Let me take you inside.” He took her by the hand and led her inside. Check in out of the way. Now for the main event.
Tsuzuki walked Anna to their room. He nibbled her on the neck. His fiancée giggled. The Shinigami leaned in close to her ear.
“Why don’t you take a bath?” he suggested. “Help relax you for tonight.”
“Why?” Anna murmured. Tsuzuki kissed her on the nape.
“Please?” he whispered. He nuzzled her neck again. She felt her knees get weak.
“Alright,” she said in a soft voice. Anna walked over to the bathroom. Tsuzuki watched her do so.
/Right/, he thought. Now for the preparation.
Tonight was all about the woman’s pleasure. Tsuzuki wanted to hear Anna’s voice drowned with ecstasy. See her hot little body covered in sweat under him. Taste and feel her all night long. Tsuzuki found himself hard just thinking about it. He fanned himself through his shirt.
Whew! It’s hot in here/, the Shinigami thought. He loosened his tie and slid off his jacket. The man took off his shirt. Tsuzuki sat back on the bed. /Her skin must be really soft by now…
“Oh? Have you been waiting long?” a sweet, flirty voice asked. Tsuzuki looked to see his object of affection standing before him in nothing but a towel. Tsuzuki stood up and walked over to her.
“No, not really,” he said. The Shinigami held her cheeks. “My goddess.” He gave her a gentle kiss on the lips. Anna softly giggled.
“I love when you call me that,” she murmured.
“My goddess,” her fiancé whispered. He kissed her again. This time, she kissed back. His hands felt up her plump breasts through her thick white towel. He clung onto the material. Tsuzuki gently pushed his tongue into her mouth as he led her over to the lotus petal-covered bed. The towel fluttered to the floor as Anna landed on her back. Tsuzuki broke off the kiss and sat up. He undid his trousers and slid them off. Anna gracefully spread her legs for him. Her lover gave her a flirty smile.
“I’m going to pleasure you all night,” he said in a low voice. His boxers joined her towel on the floor. Anna closed her eyes as Tsuzuki lowered his mouth to her neck again.
The young man awoke to blinking pink neon lights flashing on his face. He looked around still in a haze. The wanderer groaned softly. Crimson nails caressed his cheek. His eyes jerked forward when he heard in his brain, “Oh good, you’re awake.”
A geisha stood before him. The lights danced around on the white flowers on her black kimono. Red chopsticks held her black bun in place on her head. The elegant make-up on her face added a ghost-like look to her. The lad eyed her bright red obi.
“Isn’t that uncomfortable being tight like that?” he asked. The geisha shook her head.
“Who are you?” the wanderer asked. She didn’t answer. The young man blinked.
“Who are you?” he asked. “What do you want?” The geisha parted her pomegranate lips to speak. He squinted to hear her.
“I’m sorry?” he asked. She spoke again. No, his hearing was fine. No sound came from the geisha’s plump lips as she spoke. Like a star on TV on mute. But yet, she had an important message to say.
“Could you repeat that?” the young man asked. The geisha “spoke” again. This time, he read her rich red lips.
“I… came… to… pick… you… up…” he read aloud. He blinked.
“Pick me up?” the wanderer asked. “Why?” The geisha didn’t answer. She grabbed onto his hand and led him down the hall. The wanderer shrugged.
Okay…/, he thought./
The narrow pink lit hall led to a bedroom. The lad had to shield his eyes from the blinding bright blue and white inside. A large pool distanced them from the silk white canopy bed on the other side of the room. A blue sofa sat inches from the bed. The lad looked around him. This room alone outshone that pleasure palace he came to months ago.
“Wow!” he mouthed. The geisha bowed and took her leave. The lad gave her a tiny wave.
“Bye,” he mumbled. The young man all but jumped when he felt someone cling to his arm. His eyes lowered to his right. A nymphet of fifteen cuddled up close to him. Her long flowy black hair smelt of licorice. She had nothing underneath her vanilla robes. The young lad blushed as he thought about her pale skin brushed against his clothes. The nymphet looked up at him.
“Does this feel good?” she asked. The lad blushed as he nodded. She gave him a little smile. Her glossy lips almost touched his ear.
“I can make it better,” she whispered. The wanderer looked down at her.
“Huh?” he asked. The nymphet grinned and grabbed at his shirt. Her fingers made quick with undoing the buttons. His black shirt hit the white marble floor. The young man eyed her with big eyes.
“What are…” he asked. The nymphet giggled. Next came his trousers. Followed by his boxers. He stood before her naked. Done? Not exactly. The nymphet looked up at him.
“Now for the bath,” she said. The young man blinked.
“Huh?” he asked. She pushed him into the pool. Splash!
“Whoa!” the lad cried. Another giggled caught his attention. The lad turned forward to see another maiden in the water with him. The myrtle wreath held back her light brown curls from her face. He could see everything through her wet white robes. The lad looked away blushing. The maiden eyed him.
“Something wrong?” she asked. The lad shook his head.
“N-No!” he forced out.
“Can’t handle it?”
The maiden stood up and walked over to him. The young lad tried to stay calm. The maiden’s hand came onto his head. He glanced up at her.
“What are you doing?” he asked.
“Shhh,” she whispered. The lad closed his mouth. She pushed him under the water. The coolness below woke up his soul. The young man opened his eyes.
Someone is calling me.
“Fine me. Find me.”
He looked out to see an angel with her hand stretched out to him. Her pure dove robes sang to the wanderer.
“Find me. Fine me.” Her gardenias pushed him to the surface again.
The lad found himself in front of the bed. The perfumes in the air drew him out. His feet left a trail of pure water behind. Somehow, the angel’s flowers led him over to the bed. His eyes peeked at the white sheets. His heart sped up.
She was there. The white rabbit goddess that led him on this journey in the first place. She looked as lovely as ever. Her reddish brown locks beckoned him in closer. He felt his cheeks redden.
Suddenly, his goddess rose from her bed. Her wings spread open behind her. Her curves sang “come hither” to him as the sheets fell away from her bare breasts. The young man stood up straight.
“You’re here,” he said. The goddess leaned in close to his face.
“Become one with me,” she murmured. The goddess kissed him on the lips. The lad kissed her back as he pushed her down onto the bed. She took him into her arms and let him in.
Tsuzuki laid his head on Anna’s bare breasts. He couldn’t understand why women looked so beautiful after being spent from intimate pleasure.