"Did I say something funny?" Satoru's annoyed tone made the certain black haired male chuckle louder than before.

"Someone who has tons of experience with ladies, is asking me what to do in the wedding night? Shoko is going to laugh her ass out."

"What does Shoko has to do with it?" Satoru glared at his phone.

"Anyways, you are pretty rebellious. Try not to rush things. Judging her, I can tell she is quiet sensitive. So, be gentle."

"Wait. Wait. Wait. You are telling me to have sex with her?"

"Isn't it what people do in the wedding night?"

"Yeah but don't you think it is too early for her? I mean knowing her weaknesses and........."

"Being all soft for her?"

"No. I'm being patient."

"Hard to believe. Well, you two are husband and wife now. It is normal to have physical interaction. She will understand."

"Why do I think it is not helping, Suguru? You are purposely leaving me in trouble, aren't ya?"

"Hm? Cause I am trying to get some fucking sleep here and you just woke me up from me sweet slumber! You think I am sane now--hu-uh---"

"Wait. Did I just hear you groaning?"

"What? No. I am--fuck! Go and enjoy your night!" The call got disconnected, causing Satoru to look at the device in disbelief.

"What should I do?" He ran his fingers through his white locks, closing his eyes. It was perhaps, the first time he was not sure what to do. Of course, the red haired girl grew in shadows. It might be hard for her to be in an intimate state with him but then again she had spent time with Naoya as his lover and knowing that young Zenin, those things should not be unknown to her.

"You need anything, Gojo-san? Shall I bring your night suit in the other room?" Ijichi asked in a polite tone, waiting for the white haired male to reply, assuming he will not be spending the night in his chamber.

"Nah. I am going now. Have you bought the things which are needed?" Satoru's icy blue eyes glanced at the young butler who stood at his spot, fidgeting with his fingers nervously.

"M-My apologises, G-Gojo-san. I have b-but a few things." He stuttered, gulping a lump of his throat.

"A few?" The Gojo raised one of his eyebrows.

"Y-Yes, considering what Mrs. Gojo would prefer. I-I was not sure about the other things so.......that is why......."

Satoru let out a quiet hum.

"Your punishment is a hard forehead flick. I will do that later. If I forget it then remind me." Ijichi slightly shrieked, sobbing at a corner as the white haired male walked away. But he sighed in relief.

'If she is clever enough to avoid me by already sleeping then I will not have to deal with it.' Satoru held the knob of his door. The thought of knocking on the door totally slipped out of his mind as he was not used to it. As soon as he stepped inside, his eyes locked with a pair of grey ones and an inaudible gasp escaped from his lips.

"Woah."

He was speechless. He assumed her to be a shy and reserved person, never thinking for once that she would dare to take this bold step. He thought she was a scared kitten who would mewl constantly in fear. And he was right. When he entered the room she started to tremble. His gaze darted from her eyes to her lips which she was biting in nervousness. He watched her inhale and exhale, soft breaths leaving her mouth. Her chest heaved up and down rhythmically, her own hands placed on her chest as if she was trying to calm her rapid heartbeat. He gulped, his Adam's apple bobbled seeing her toned legs, honey skin dazzling under the golden light of the room. He clenched his jaw as her toes curled in a cute way, one over another.

If it was other woman in her place, Satoru would have pinned her down the moment he stepped inside, not caring for anything and do whatever he wanted. He would whisper his dirty talks in her ears while he gives torture and earns pleasure in return. But he felt different around the red haired girl. Why? He does not know.

To him, she was as beautiful as any other girls. He came across with many attractive women, toyed them, dumped them. He could have done that to her too but something was stopping him.

He did not want to count her as one of his one night stands.

Perhaps, it is the innocence, sincerity and sadness of her downturned eyes, her fear to open up, her shyness and her vulnerability which made her exception, made her look different in Satoru's eyes.

Wife.

She is his wife.

His most prized possession now, a treasure to reach his selfish goals.

Yeah, his selfish goals.

He has no time for love.

He just have to act like a good husband to her so that she trusts him blindly and blurts all the secrets of Souens.

His icy blue irises looked at the red haired girl. It was true, he was holding himself back but when she fell on the bouncy mattress and her tiny squeak reached his ears, he completely lost.

The next second, he crashed his lips on her.

Ai froze as the male's tall figure bent, his left knee was placed on the edge of the bed, in the middle of her thighs. Satoru slid his tongue across her bottom lip, luring her to open her mouth which she did. He smirked in the kiss, one of his hands slipping through her hair and gently clutched the red locks in his fist. The other held her upper arm, sliding upwards, squeezing her shoulder with his warm plam. It made her utter a small moan and she clutched his forearms. She let out a loud gasp when they pulled away from each other, her face emitting heat from the intimacy. Satoru's head was leaning against her's. She looked up and met his ocean blue hues, looking at her straight. Another squeak was heard from her when he buried his face on the crook of her neck, leaving feathery kisses there. They soon went sloppy and wet as he dig his teeth on her delicate skin, biting then rolling his tongue over spot. He held her wrists and lead her hands to his shoulder.

Ai clutched his blazer tightly feeling him sliding the robe a little down from her shoulder to have a better access. His warm lips over her skin made her breathe heavily. She panted and squeezed her eyes shut, covering her mouth with her palm to muffle her moan. She was familiar with the sensation but now it felt so new to her. Satoru moved from her neck to her lips again, sucking and pulling her lips, his tongue roaming every inch of her mouth. While leaving one after another smooches, he pushed her and she lied on the mattress, with him hovering over her. She held his shoulders tightly, finding it hard to wrap her arms around his big form. In mind, she was constantly inspiring herself.

'It will be fine. It will hurt a little. Do not disappoint him.'

But her heart was not listening to her. Her nervousness started to coat again when Satoru started to grind against her in a slow motion. His hand skilfully tugged the lace of her robe and it parted, revealing her body. That is when she started to get scared. Tears stated to brim on the corner of her eyes, trailing down on the pillow. She closed her eyes and pressed the back of her hand against her mouth while her other hand gripped Satoru's hair as his lips made contact with the skin of her chest while squeezing the sides of her beasts.

The white haired male stopped and rose up a little, placing his palms on both side of her head. The moment he found her teary gaze on him, his eyes softened. Ai felt his thumbs caressing her wet cheeks, smudging her tears. She soon felt relaxed as he planted a deep kiss on her forehead and then her both eyes. He nuzzled his nose with her's, whispering,

"Am I rushing things?" His voice was gentle and smooth, dipped with care and sweetness. He cooed when she puckered her lower lip like a baby as if she was about to cry. He pecked her lips and brushed her hair with his fingers while she fidget with the coller of his blazer, her eyes not wanting to meet him.

Satoru took the chance and looked at her attire. A grin crept on his lips as he slid his hand under her head and made her look at him.

"Did you wear it for me?"

Ai's cheeks went crimson red. However, she nodded shyly. A chuckle escaped from Satoru's lips.

"You should not force yourself, wifey." He got up and sat. The Souen also sat up, her body tensed, thinking she might have upset him. When the Gojo was about to get up she clutched the sleeve of his blazer. Satoru turned only to see her with tears again, her glossy grey orbs making him uncertain to do anything. But judging her moves, he calculated and understood.

"We will do that later, wifey. Now we both are tired. We had a long day and we deserve some rest." He kissed her forehead again.

"Let me change okay. I will be right back."

Ai watched him taking off his blazer, tie and watch. He took his clothes from his closet and headed to the bathroom. When she was alone in the room again, she let out a heavy breath, clutching her chest. She was lost.

She never thought Satoru would act like that. She thought he would be heartless, scary and unsympathetic.

Now it made her confused.

Was it genuine or it was all an act?