19: Behind Closed Doors

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Your body was shaking as you walked down the narrow road of the Yuukaku towards the pleasure chambers.

You didn't have a kamuro to accompany you, since you weren't a Oiran or any shinzou (because Lady Yamamoto despised children).

Your palms were sweaty once you'd reached the pleasure chambers and nervously stood in front of the room Tengen was in. You thought you knew what to expect, and you weren't entirely prepared for this... for this type of experience?

They always said that the first night with the customer wasn't so bad.

For an Oiran, she'll sit several feet away from him, and would not eat, drink or talk with him. But instead, would observe from afar while the customer partied hard and she would decide if the customer was worthy of her service.

However, being a simple maid, you'll have to engage and attend to his every need for the rest of night and do whatever he asks/tells you to do.

And the thought of him doing "other" things with you was making you feel dizzy as you hesitated to slide open the fusuma doors.

"Are you gonna come in or just stand there all night?!"

Your heart nearly yeeted out of your ribcage at the sound of his voice.

How the hell could he have known it's you?! Were you making too much noise for him to hear you?

Swallowing hard, you briefly took in a deep breath before sliding the shoji open.

Your breath immediately hitched at the sight of him. Tall, confident, and strong he looked; those piercing fuscia orbs seemed to study your face and figure a thousand times over.

It was the first time in years that someone looked at you with such intensity. Your face warmed in response that you felt like you should bail out and run away.

Fuck─he's every bit as beautiful as he was when you had encountered him in the ruins.

Tengen noticed your flush reaction and his signature smile only widened. His teeth were impossibly perfect, and you briefly (and naughtily) wondered how they would feel dragging along your skin?

Your skin was burning with anticipation and you shifted slightly to help alleviate some of the fluttering butterflies in your stomach and anxiety. When you cautiously entered the room, it is nothing like you are used to as you closed the shoji and knelt down onto your knees in seiza to prostrate yourself.

For a moment, you sat there awkwardly and shyly ran a hand through your long locks.

You're not really sure how to naturally proceed from here. But you've merely learned to comply as you silently awaited his command.

"At last, we meet again." Tengen finally says and then patted on the duvet pillow next to him.

"Don't be shy, kitten. Come and sit with me!" He says joyfully.

Kitten? You tilt your head in question. First night together and already he's given you a nickname.

Well, at least it's better than being called parasite and despite his invitation, you hesitated.

'Should I?' You silently asked yourself, curiously looking over at him.

You barely knew him, despite this being your third meeting. He's very attractive and the thought of being with him had you feeling all kinds of anxiety.

Though you often imagine what'll it feel like to be completely engrossed by him, but now that you had the opportunity to make your thoughts a reality; a part of you was still a bit nervous to take advantage of this privilege, even when the opportunity presented itself so amazingly.

But..you're not worthy!

"N-no..I couldn't.." You blabbed, trying and failing to express that you didn't want to be close to him.

"Stop with that "I'm too shy" crap and come sit with me!" He insists, patting at the spot beside him again─but harder this time.

Was that a demand or request? God, you didn't know, but the way he spoke to you was actually kind of sexy. He's blithe, but welcoming.

Tengen's not the type of man to take 'no' for an answer, so you tried again.

"U-uh...Would you like to something to eat, first? P-perhaps a drink?" You politely ask, stalling.

"No. I much rather have you as my meal." He smirks.

"Eh?" Your face immediately reddens like tomato as his words catches you off guard.

Well that totally backfired for you weren't expecting that as your heart did a drum solo.

Tengen chortles, but continues to sit gruffly at his spot and starts promptly, "we don't have to do anything, Miss Kejōrō. What we do behind closed doors would remain between you and I. So please, come sit next to me." he says, more politely now.

Eventually, your body moved before you even realized what was happening as you shyly approached him and knelt next to him.

Tengen hummed in appreciation, watching you shyly approach him as you sat a few inches away from him.

You immediately flinched when he threw a muscular arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer. The contact made your heart race, and you had no doubt he could hear your pulse with his supposedly heightened senses.

"There...that wasn't so hard, was it?" He chuckles.

"Uhh.." You blushed, the strong scent of vanilla and spice potent now that you're very close to him.

His boisterous disposition and an enigmatical smile that illuminates your heart, especially when he flashes that smile in his blithesome mirth.

Try as you might, you can't seem to muster even the beginnings of a proper sentence. Lucky for you, he takes your dumbfounded silence in stride; clearly, he's used to it.

"You look beautiful, by the way." He compliments you.

"W-what?"

"[Favorite color].. It looks good on you." He gestured to your kimono, "It's a very flamboyant color."

You again blushed at his words, "oh, this old thing? I-I just threw on something that looked nice. I-I was originally wearing a plain (second favorite color) one." You tell him.

"Besides, I know y-you don't mean that."

"I'm serious," he retorted, pulling back your hair, revealing your pretty face to him.

You looked up, and yes, Tengen definitely looked serious, showing no signs of deception as he smiled at you.

"O-oh. W-well thank you, Uzui. But, you look better than me-"

"Don't compare yourself to me." Tengen cuts you off, before leaning inches towards your face, that you could almost feel his lips brush against yours.

"You're beautiful, so don't ever compare yourself to me or anyone, okay?"

He has dazzling eyes that tell no lies and an enigmatic smile that illuminates your heart. At this rate, you're going to have a damn heart attack. Never had a man called you beautiful and was as persistent as Tengen.

"O-okay," you smiled shyly, all the while blushing like a lovesick school girl.

Tengen smiled back warmly at you, a look that contrasted with the lighting of the room.

"Anyways, why don't we take time to get to know each other better," he begins, "how long have you been here?"

"Huh?"

"Being a maid in a brothel? Doesn't sound flamboyant at all, of ya ask me?" Tengen questioned, voice rife with slight unease.

He was right of course. This schedule was harsh and your health was suffering. You were becoming an insomniac, due to lack of sleep and almost developed a sinus cold, for all the dusting you do on a daily basis. No doubt, on some days you're beginning to look like a Daruma doll.

"T-two years. I usually spend all day doing housework, such as cooking and cleaning. Lady Yamamoto says it'll help me gain more experience before I could actually become a Geisha or Oiran." You explained.

But truth be told, you'll never be one. The reason you were here was so you could pay off your debts to society, and earn enough to leave Yoshiwara for good and find a new home.

"That's a load of crap!" You heard Tengen scoff. It was enough to communicate his distaste.

"That's definitely abuse." He stated matter of factly while sorting a wicked scowl.

Figures, since this is Yoshiwara they're talking about.

After a pause, he leaned forward, close enough so you could feel the heat radiating off of his being.

Instead of blushing this time, you studied his face intently just as he had you. His stupidly handsome face, deep fuscia eyes, and the strange dotted marking over his left eye.

Is it wrong that you wanted to kiss him?

"You deserve better." Tengen says.

You're in serious trouble.

You're seriously smitten by this beautiful man!


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