The front door flew open.
Seiji was in the living room when his father barged home. Jun wasn't just tired tonight; he was stumbling. His tie was loose, and the smell of cheap alcohol and smoke hit the air before he even spoke.
"Haruko! Where are you?" Jun roared.
He walked into the kitchen, loud and clumsy. Haruko was there, putting away the clean cutlery. She stared at the sight of her husband.
Seiji came over and watched, standing in the doorway.
What the hell has gotten into him tonight? He looks completely hammered.
"I got it!" Jun shouted, throwing his arms up. He nearly hit a cabinet. "I got the promotion. Senior manager! I'm a Senior manager now! Finally. Those bastards promoted me."
Haruko closed the drawer. Her face was calm. Indifferent. Or just unimpressed. "You're drunk, Jun. You shouldn't shout. The neighbors—"
"To hell with the neighbors!" Jun laughed.
He stepped toward her and grabbed her waist. It wasn't a romantic gesture. It was a grope. He pulled her against his suit, his hands all over her hips.
Haruko looked embarrassed. She glanced at Seiji in the doorway and tried to push Jun back.
"Jun, stop. Seiji is right there," she hissed.
"So what? He's a kid. He's gotta learn how to celebrate," Jun exclaimed, burying his face in Haruko's neck.
Mwah. Mwah. Mwah
Seiji saw Yumi coming down the stairs. Looking concerned. Worried.
"What's going on?" she asked quietly.
Nothing interesting.
Seiji just shook his head. He waved for her to go back.
I'll deal with it.
Yumi hesitated, then turned back upstairs.
"Come on, dad," Seiji said, stepping into the kitchen. His voice was steady. Cold. "You need some rest."
"Rest?" Jun swung around. "Who said something about rest? You, son? Nah, I need no rest." He grabbed Seiji's arm. "I need to celebrate! You and I and Haruko need to celebrate!"
Haruko and I already celebrated earlier today.
Haruko looked back at Seiji. As if she knew what he was thinking.
Jun almost tripped over a chair.
"I think you've celebrated enough for today," Seiji said, catching him by the hand. He glanced at his stepmom. "I'll help you get him upstairs."
Together, they hooked Jun's arms over their shoulders. Jun softened, heavy like a stone. He kept mumbling about his new title, his new salary, his bright future.
Do you think I should get excited about it? More staring into the phone?
They hauled Jun up the stairs, his feet almost dragging.
They got to the master bedroom. It was a room Seiji usually avoided. It wasn't his territory.
Especially after mom left, there was nothing in that room for Seiji.
It was like a different universe.
But tonight he didn't have a choice. Seiji looked around. Tidy. Nothing to speak of. Cold. Not an exciting room.
They dropped Jun onto the bed. He groaned once, rolled onto his side, and was snoring within seconds. The promotion celebration was over.
Seiji looked at his father—the man who claimed to own this house. Then he looked at Haruko. She was rattled, her blouse pulled out of her skirt from Jun's grabbing. Annoyed.
"It's time for you to go to bed too," Seiji said.
Haruko smoothed her hair. She looked at the door. "Yes. I... I will. I'll go and change. Good night."
Suddenly, Seiji didn't feel like leaving.
"Change here," Seiji said. "Is there something I haven't seen?"
Haruko turned red. She looked at the sleeping clump of a husband, then back at Seiji. Her chest heaved. The "disciplined" woman was back. Partially.
"Seiji, he's right there," she whispered.
"He's completely out," Seiji said. "Change. I want to watch."
Haruko's fingers trembled. It took her a while to unbutton her blouse. She turned sideways as she took her clothes off, folding them on a chair at the foot of the bed. She grabbed a thin, silk nightgown and slid it over her head. It was almost translucent.
Well, now she looks really sexy.
"Goodnight, Seiji," she whispered, stepping toward him to give him a quick peck on the cheek.
Seiji didn't leave.
Instead, he grabbed the back of her neck and held her as he French kissed her. Tongue and everything.
She hummed something, but didn't push him away.
Seiji slowly backed her toward the bed. When they were close, he pulled back the covers and pushed her down.
"Lie down."
Haruko gasped, her hand flying to her mouth. "Seiji, no! You can't—"
"I said, lie down," he commanded. "And move over."
She obeyed. Seiji could feel her entire body trembling.
I'll show him who owns this house!
He pushed Haruko on her side, facing her sleeping husband, her back to Seiji. He pressed himself against her back. Jun's heavy, rhythmic snoring was coming from the other side of the mattress. Right next to them.
Haruko was shaking so hard the bed vibrated.
"Relax," Seiji whispered loudly into her ear.
He reached around her waist and pulled the nightgown up to her chest.
"Seiji," she muttered.
He didn't wait. He pushed his cock inside her from behind.
A choked moan confirmed he was inside Haruko. Her hand flew back, grabbing Seiji's hip. Seiji didn't slow down. He kept thrusting into her. Deep. Strong. Piercing.
Seiji could almost see his father from behind Haruko's shoulder.
I own his wife! In his bed!
The thought and the searing heat of the amulet pushed him closer to the edge.
He squeezed Haruko's breasts and leaned to her ear.
"Who do you belong to?" he whispered.
"You," she gasped. "Ah… ah…"
He slammed as deep as he could into her. "Say it louder!"
"I… belong… oh… oh… to you," she muttered, bouncing under his thrusts. "Only you."
"That's right." Seiji kept pounding into Haruko, his eyes fixed on his father's side of the bed. He felt powerful in a new way. A different, dark way.
A triumph over his father. He was taking what was his in his father's bed.
"Cumming!"
Seiji slammed his hips into Haruko's behind, shooting deep inside her. Haruko moaned loudly and then her entire body went limp, shivering uncontrollably through her own orgasm.
Seiji didn't move his hands off her breasts. He didn't pull out. He stayed inside her for a long time, squeezing her breasts and stomach, and hips. Claiming every inch of her.
He wanted her to remember this moment every time she was with Jun.
"Don't wash up," he said, finally pulling out.
He could feel her nod in the dark. He turned her chin toward him.
"You're mine. In every bed," Seiji whispered right into her face. "Never forget it."
He could hardly see her eyes. But he could see they were full of devotion.
"I won't forget," she whispered.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and hugged him tight.