Chapter 46: Sora’s Vengeance
The silence of the study was absolute, the only light coming from the soft glow of the computer monitor. Jun sat in his leather chair, the report from Hana’s agency open on the screen. He had received it exactly when he had demanded—by midnight.
Sora stood beside him, her eyes scanning the data. As she read through the list of usernames, IP addresses, and the linked social profiles of the commenters who had mocked her and Akane, her expression shifted. The soft, devoted woman who had been clinging to Jun in the boutique vanished, replaced by the “Iron Lady” of the Tsukamoto Group.
Her complexion turned ice-cold, her eyes narrowing into sharp, predatory slits. The comments weren’t just random trolls; they were calculated jabs from specific families and social circles within the Japanese elite—people who viewed themselves as the guardians of “purity” and were offended that a woman of Sora’s standing was associated with a non-Japanese Prime.
“I see,” Sora murmured, her voice devoid of emotion. “They think they can use the anonymity of a screen to question my standing. They believe that by attacking my ‘purity,’ they can diminish my value.”
She looked at Jun, her gaze steady. “I will take care of this. By the time I’m finished, these people will regret ever typing a word about me.”
Jun reached out, his hand resting on the arm of her chair. “If you need my help, just tell me. You’re my woman now, Sora. Your problems are my problems. I don’t want you fighting these battles alone.”
Sora’s heart leaped. The simple admission—that he viewed her as his and that he was willing to involve himself in her corporate and social warfare—did more for her than any gift or compliment could. A wave of warmth washed over her, melting the ice of her professional mask.
She moved closer to him, sliding onto his lap with a graceful, fluid motion. Her eyes were shimmering with a mixture of love and raw desire. Without a word, she leaned in and captured his lips in a deep, hungry kiss.
It wasn’t a gentle kiss; it was a claim. Sora pressed her voluptuous body against him, her breasts crushing against his chest as she sought to merge her identity with his. Jun responded instantly, his hands sliding down her back, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of her waist before migrating lower. He gripped her ass firmly, pulling her flush against his lap, feeling the heat of her body through her clothes.
The room was silent except for the wet, sloppy sounds of their mouths meeting—a rhythmic, glistening slurp as their tongues clashed and tangled. Sora let out a soft, needy moan into his mouth, a low, vibrating “Mmmnh…” that echoed in the small space between them. Her breath hitched, her chest heaving against his.
The kiss deepened, their tongues dancing in a slow, possessive rhythm, the sound of their saliva mixing and sliding against each other filling the air. Jun’s hand traveled upward, his thumb grazing the sensitive skin of her lower back, sending shivers through her entire frame.
“Ah… nnngh…!” Sora whimpered, her voice a shaky, breathy sound of surrender. She leaned into him with everything she had, her moans becoming more frequent and urgent as she felt the raw power of his grip.
Slowly, Jun shifted his focus. He trailed his lips down from her mouth, kissing the line of her jaw before burying his face in the crook of her neck. He didn’t just kiss her; he claimed her. He sucked a deep, dark hickey into the sensitive skin of her throat, the pressure firm and deliberate.
“Ah… nnnngh…!” Sora whimpered, her head tilting back to give him better access. She could feel the mark forming—a visible, purple brand that would tell the world exactly who she belonged to. It was a mark of ownership, and for a woman who spent her life controlling others, being claimed by Jun was the ultimate release.
Sora pulled back slightly, her eyes hazy with pleasure, her lips swollen. “I’ll start the ‘cleanup’ tonight,” she whispered, her voice husky. “But… I think I’ll be generous. I’ll leave someone else the privilege of your bed tonight.” She gave him a playful, knowing look, hinting at Hana’s desperate longing.
Sora stood up, smoothing her dress and reclaiming her poise, though her eyes remained soft. She gave him one last, lingering look before exiting the study, leaving Jun alone in the silence.
Jun sighed, leaning back in his chair. He closed the monitor and stood up, stretching his limbs. He was exhausted, the day’s events having drained him more than he cared to admit. He walked to his bedroom and climbed into bed, the cool sheets welcoming his tired body.
He had barely drifted into a light sleep when he felt a sudden, soft weight pressing against his side.
Hana had sneaked in.
She had managed to slip past the door and slide under the blankets, her movements stealthy and desperate. She didn’t say a word at first, simply curling her body against his, her head resting on his shoulder.
“I missed sleeping with you, Oppa,” she whispered, her voice a mixture of sleepiness and longing.
She shifted, her eyes drifting toward his collarbone. In the dim light, she looked at him with a dazed, hungry expression, almost drooling as she imagined the taste of his skin. Her hand traveled upward, her fingers tracing the defined lines of his toned chest, her touch light and tentative.
Jun felt the movement and opened one eye. He looked at the girl clinging to him, her face a picture of pure, unadulterated desire.
Snap!
Jun reached out and flicked her forehead with a sharp precision.
“Ow!” Hana pouted, rubbing her forehead.
“Stop being a predator, Hana,” Jun murmured, his voice thick with sleep. “Tonight, just sleep. No games, no ‘visits.’ Just sleep.”
Hana let out a small, disappointed whine, but she didn’t pull away. Instead, she snuggled deeper into his embrace, wrapping her arms around his waist and burying her face in his chest. She felt the steady beat of his heart, and a sense of peace washed over her.
“Fine,” she whispered, her voice trailing off as she succumbed to exhaustion. “But next time… I’m not just sleeping.”
Jun didn’t respond, his eyes closing as he drifted back to sleep, the warmth of the girl beside him acting as a comforting weight.