The Honeybee Bar - My Forged Wedding Takao Maruyama x MC Student AU Part 13
This is the final chapter with plot. The last part before chapter 14 (more like an epilogue)! Thank you for reading so far! Let's end off with a BANG!
No, seriously tho. This part will be marked as mature. I did end it off with a bang.
But it is also a very heart warming chapter if u ignore their bonding session.
Let's enjoy this last part together before we get glimpses of their future!
The Honeybee Bar's story surrounds Sex Work, all consensual.
This chapter is (more) NSFW.
Links to other parts: [Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3] [Part 4] [Part 5] [Part 6] [Part 7] [Part 8] [Part 9] [Part 10] [Part 11] [Part 12][Part 13 (NSFW)] [Part 14 (Epilogue)]
The six months following Takao's brief, impactful visit were a period of vibrant, almost feverish anticipation for Yuzuki. With Takao's return date firmly set for the end of this half-year period, each passing day felt like a step closer to their definitive reunion. Their regular calls and texts, once a mere lifeline, had transformed into a record of shared experiences, future plans, and unwavering support. The sting of their past misunderstanding had faded, replaced by the quiet strength of renewed trust.
Yuzuki's dedication to her studies and her work remained absolute, but now, a new goal fueled her: financial independence. She meticulously tracked her earnings, every yen allocated with precision. The special requests for Mr. K had been a brutal necessity then, but she refused to let them define her future. As the months ticked by, and her family's debts steadily dwindled, she began to feel a significant weight lift from her shoulders.
After three months of focused hard work and relentless discipline, Yuzuki found herself sitting down with the manager one quiet evening after a particularly busy shift. The bar was empty, save for the soft hum of the refrigerators. "Kunihiko," she began, her voice calm, yet marked by a quiet satisfaction. "I've been counting the numbers. My debts will be entirely cleared within the next three months." She looked at him, her eyes shining with relief. "After that, I won't need to take any more special requests. I can stick to regular shifts, just for my living expenses and savings."
Kunihiko listened, his usual playful expression softening into something akin to pride. He knew the silent battles she had fought, the burdens she had carried. "So, Vivi's finally free, huh?" a rare, genuine smile spreading across his face. "Good. You did it, kid. Always knew you had the grit. You've earned your independence." His approval, though understated, meant the world to her. He understood the true cost of her years at the bar, the sacrifices she'd made.
Hurriedly leaving Kunihiko’s office to the back exit of the Honeybee, there was one more person she needed to tell. Yuzuki held her phone, her thumb hovering over Takao's contact. This news was different from the daily updates of cases or lectures. This was a milestone, a monumental step towards the future they had tearfully promised each other. She tapped the call button, her heart thrumming with excitement.
Takao answered quickly, his voice warm and familiar. "Evening, Yuzuki, just finished a paper. What's up?"
"Takao," she said, a wide smile breaking across her face, her voice tinged with a sense of excitement she hadn't felt in years. "I have something important to tell you."
He could hear the genuine joy in her voice, a lightness that had been missing for so long. "Oh? What is it, Yuzuki?" he prompted, a hopeful anticipation bubbling in his chest.
She recounted the financial update, the impending freedom from her family's debts, the ability to step away from the more demanding aspects of her hostess work. "I've crunched the numbers, Takao. The last of the family's debts will be entirely cleared within three months!" Her voice swelled with relief. "No more special requests, Takao. Soon. Just regular shifts for my living expenses and savings. I'll be able to build my own future without that... pressure."
A beat of silence on the line, then Takao's joyful laugh erupted, a sound that filled her small apartment and made her own heart soar. "Yuzuki! That's so soon! I knew you could do it! I couldn't be prouder of you!” A wave of profound relief washed over Takao. He felt his own shoulders relax, a tension he hadn't realized he was still carrying, finally easing. "This changes everything, doesn't it? Our future... it's clearer now."
"It is," Yuzuki whispered, tears pricking her eyes, tears of joy this time. The last obstacle, the financial burden that had haunted her for years was finally receding. The path ahead, toward Takao, toward a life truly of her own making, lay open and bright.
The final week before Takao's return was filled with overwhelming excitement for Yuzuki. She was a bundle of happy vibes, a stark contrast to her usual composed demeanor. Her smiles were more frequent, her laughter bubbled up easily, and even her movements carried an infectious lightness. The hostesses, accustomed to her usual composure, found themselves basking in her radiant joy. Takao, meanwhile, was buried under the weight of his final assignments, his contact limited to hurried texts and quick video calls, each one a reminder of how close they were to being reunited.
The hostesses, however, watched with a quiet, knowing glint in their eyes. Maki leaned over the bar during a lull, polishing a glass. "Vivi-chan, you're looking so bright tonight," she remarked, her tone even. Hana, sorting bottles, added, "Seems like someone's got stars in her eyes.." Their line of work exposed them daily to the fleeting nature of passion: too many one-night stands, quick flings, and the disheartening sight of husbands and boyfriends losing interest in their partners.
As Yuzuki went over to get a sip of water, Hana joined Maki against the bar counter. "Vivi-chan, you're practically glowing. But... are you nervous?"
Yuzuki paused, tilting her head. "Nervous? About what?"
"Well," Maki interjected, ever blunt, "Takao-kun's been away for a while. New country, new people. And you two met here, at the Honeybee." She gestured around the room. "And we've all seen how quickly men can change their minds."
A flicker of concern, faint but undeniable, crossed Yuzuki’s face. She thought of Takao’s new friends she’d glimpsed on video calls, girls who seemed effortlessly charming, conventionally prettier than Yuzuki in her everyday, unadorned self. She wasn't worried about Takao's loyalty; their trust was stronger now. Yuzuki sets down her glass and lets out a confident grin “It’ll be our road to cross, if we even reach that stage.”, leaving Hana and Maki to banter alone.
Hana, leaned in conspiratorially with Maki. "We should check in with Takao, make sure he has his eyes only on Vivi-chan" she declared. "before their grand reunion!" Hana pulled out her initiating a video call to Takao.
Moments later, Takao's face filled the screen, slightly disheveled but clearly pleased. Behind him, the tell-tale mess of textbooks and crumpled papers confirmed he was alone in his dorm room, deep in his work. "Evening, Hana, Maki!" he greeted, a tired but genuine smile touching his lips. "Everything okay at the bar?"
Hana tilted the phone so both herself and Maki could be seen in the frame. "Everything's great, Takao-kun!" Hana chirped, intentionally loud. "We were just having a little 'educational' discussion, you see, and your expert opinion would be so helpful. So, spill it! When it comes to girls, do you prefer the adorable, 'could-pinch-their-cheeks' type, or someone who could just eat you up?"
Takao blinked, clearly caught off guard. "Uh... what?"
"And," Maki chimed in, leaning closer to the phone, "do you prefer girls who wear a lot of eye-catching jewelry, or keep things more... understated?"
Takao's brow furrowed, a slow realization dawning on him. He saw the mischievous glint in their eyes and heard the subtle implications. They were definitely asking about Yuzuki. A faint blush crept up his neck, but a fond smile soon followed. He shook his head, "Why are you asking me this?" he asks with a quiet laugh escaping him.
"Oh, just curious!" Hana said, giggling.
Takao cleared his throat, adjusting his glasses. "Honestly," he began, a genuine warmth entering his voice, "my preferences are for Yuzuki, exactly as she is. Whatever Yuzuki chooses, it always suits her best because it's her." He offered a soft, slightly bashful smile. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I really do have to get back to these assignments before my professor decides I prefer failing grades over a passing one." With a polite, if swift, bow of his head, he ended the call, leaving Hana and Maki to exchange knowing glances, a satisfied smirk playing on their lips.
The day of Takao’s return dawned, clear and bright, mirroring the lightness in Yuzuki’s heart, the arrival hall hummed with a familiar, restless energy. Yuzuki stood amidst the eager faces and outstretched arms, her gaze fixed on the exit gate. Each passing minute stretched, filled with the collective hum of anticipation. A nervous flutter in her stomach – not of doubt, but of overwhelming joy.
Then, he appeared. Takao, a familiar silhouette against the stream of disembarking passengers, walked with a purposeful stride, his eyes scanning the crowd. He looked a little tired from the long flight, but his gaze was sharp, unwavering. His eyes immediately found hers. A slow, incredulous smile spread across his face, lighting up his features. Yuzuki felt her own smile mirror his, wide and uninhibited.
Takao saw Yuzuki. radiant, waiting, filled with a happiness that was infectious. To him, she will always be his perfect girl, from the moment he first saw her at the Honeybee. Her sharp intellect, her quiet strength, her hidden vulnerabilities were all puzzle pieces that formed her.
His pace quickened, breaking into a light jog. Yuzuki ran towards him, her heart yearning to close the distance however sooner. They met in the middle of the crowded hall, Takao wrapping her in a fierce, possessive hug, lifting her off the ground. He buried his face in her hair, inhaling her familiar scent, the scent of home, of belonging.
"Yuzuki," he murmured into her hair, his voice thick with emotion.
Yuzuki laughed, pressing her face against his. The anxieties, the months of longing, all faded into insignificance, in the overwhelming reality of his arms. They were finally, truly, reunited, in the heart of the busy airport, they knew that their journey had been worth every step.
The Honeybee buzzed with its usual Friday night energy, but for Yuzuki, the air felt charged with a new, exhilarating tension. Takao was here, not just for a brief visit, but for good. He settled down at a table in a quiet corner, observing her with a gentle look. For the first time in a long time, Yuzuki felt truly at ease in her role as Vivi.
Tonight was a turning point. She had diligently worked through her remaining special requests, meticulously completing each one in the weeks leading up to Takao's return. This evening, she would close the chapter on that difficult, morally ambiguous period of her life for good. The final favors were to be concluded tonight, transitioning solely to regular shift work, just as she had promised herself and Takao.
It had been so long since Takao was simply a customer at The Honeybee. Now, watching Yuzuki move through the room with her customary grace, he felt an overwhelming surge of contentment. She was the woman he was building a life with. Seeing her in her element, embodying the complex woman he adored, filled him with a quiet, profound joy. He knew the depths of her intelligence, the steel beneath her charm. He also knew the sacrifices she had made, the lengths she had gone to protect her loved ones. There was no judgment in his gaze, only admiration and a quiet pride that she was his.
He observed as she smoothly navigated a conversation with a boisterous client, deflecting overly familiar advances with practiced ease. Then, he saw her approach a table where an unfamiliar client sat, an impeccably dressed figure whose smooth, confident posture immediately drew Takao's attention. As Yuzuki neared the table, Takao saw a flicker of subtle tension, a tightening in her shoulders that wasn't there for other patrons. It was barely perceptible, a quick tightening in her posture, but it told Takao everything he needed to know. This must be him. This must be Mr. K.
From across the room, Takao watched, his heart pounding. He saw Yuzuki maintain her professional smile, but her eyes held a new, steely resolve. He couldn't hear the words, but he saw her firm gestures, the way she shook her head, the clear finality in her demeanor. Mr. K's expression shifted from suave interest to a subtle, almost imperceptible flicker of irritation, then resignation. He nodded, gave a curt half-smile, and within minutes, excused himself from the table, leaving a generous tip but no lingering overtures.
Yuzuki walked back towards the bar, her shoulders visibly relaxing with each step. She paused, catching Takao's eye across the room. A small, almost imperceptible nod passed between them. It was done. The chapter was closed.
As the bar began to quiet down, Takao approached her, pulling her gently by the hand. "You’re done," he whispered, his eyes filled with understanding. “You did it." Yuzuki squeezed his hand, her smile radiant. "It's done, Takao. Really done." Her voice was light, a burden lifted. The bar, once a place of secret burdens, now simply felt like home. She was Yuzuki, the honor roll law student, and the hostess who finally, truly, owned her independence.
Life quickly settled into a familiar, demanding rhythm for Takao and Yuzuki. With Takao officially back in Japan, mornings began with shared breakfasts and quiet study sessions in Yuzuki's apartment, their books open between them, their hands occasionally brushing. Evenings often found them side-by-side in the library, fueled by coffee and the shared ambition for their future careers.
On this particular evening, Yuzuki had a shift at The Honeybee. Takao, having finished his own studies for the day, was quietly reading a book at one of the back tables, sipping a drink and enjoying the background hum of the bar. He found a peaceful contentment in simply being present, observing Yuzuki from a distance as she navigated her work.
A burst of laughter and chatter abruptly cut through the bar's low hum as a group of their classmates, a mix of male and female law students, piled through the entrance. It was clearly a group date situation, a casual social outing after a grueling week. They quickly spotted Takao, enjoying a drink in a quieter corner, his gaze fixed on a particular hostess.
"Takao!" one of the guys called out, waving him over. "Come join us! A celebration for your return from America!"
Takao met the guy's gaze, then his eyes flickered to Yuzuki, who was currently at the bar, pouring a drink. She caught his eye, offering a subtle, almost imperceptible nod, a quiet confirmation that it was okay to join his classmates, that their shared understanding remained intact even in this setting. With her acknowledgement, Takao, still technically "single" in their university circles, gracefully joined the table. He exchanged pleasantries, listening to their excited chatter about classes and future plans.
As the drinks flowed, the conversations at the table became louder, punctuated by laughter. Soon, one of the guys caught the eye of a hostess passing by. "Hey," he called out, a little too loudly, "can we get some more of that premium sake over here, please?" The hostess, with a knowing smile, brought over a bottle, lingering to chat. Within minutes, fully engaging him in a one-on-one conversation, his date was forgotten. Another male student leaned back, observing the scene. "Seems like someone found his true calling," he chuckled, then waved over another hostess himself. "Could you tell me more about this whiskey selection?"
One by one, swayed by the enchanting atmosphere and the hostesses' practiced charm, the male students drifted away, opting for the focused attention and conversational artistry offered by the honeybee girls. Soon, the men had all chosen services from other hostesses. Maki and Hana, ever efficient, charmingly scooped up the remaining two guys, leaving the female students from the group date alone at the table with Takao.
From across the room, Yuzuki watched the scene unfold. The two remaining female students immediately turned their full attention to Takao. One, with bright, eager eyes, leaned forward, her arm brushing his as she laughed a little too loudly at one of his comments. "So, Takao," she began, her voice soft and inviting, "Your time in America sounds absolutely fascinating. Did you, perhaps, meet anyone… more interesting than me over there?" Her friend mirrored her posture, subtly touching Takao's arm as well. Takao, though polite, shifted slightly, maintaining a comfortable distance. He answered their questions with academic detachment, his gaze occasionally flickering towards Yuzuki, a hint of discomfort in his polite smile.
A prickle of something sharp shot through Yuzuki. Despite their newfound security, a selfish impulse flared within her. Takao might be posing as a single man in school, but at the Honeybee, only she could touch him.
Without a second thought, Vivi moved. She approached Takao's table, her professional smile in place, but her eyes held a spark only he would recognize. "Takao-kun~," she purred, her voice a low, inviting tone for his classmates' benefit. "It looks like you're in need of some special service tonight and lucky you, I just became available." She leaned in, her voice dropping to a whisper meant only for him, her finger tracing his shoulders. "And I promise you, this special service will be exclusively for this man right here."
Takao's eyes widened almost imperceptibly, a slow grin spreading across his face. He caught the possessive glint in her eyes, the familiar mischief that always signaled her hidden desires. The surprise, the public display of her claim, sent a thrill through him. He hadn't had this kind of playful, possessive treatment in a long time.
"Oh?" Takao replied, his own voice low, playing along perfectly. "Special service, you say? From my favorite hostess? Well then, Vivi, lead the way." He rose from the table, offering a polite, yet subtly knowing smile to the now-bewildered female classmates.
In the privacy of a secluded booth, the music a distant hum, the tables had truly turned. For so long, Yuzuki had been the one in command in these intimate spaces, but now, Takao was taking the lead. His eyes twinkled with a possessive glint, he took a few steps closer to Yuzuki and stretched his arm out against the wall, effectively pinning her against the plush back wall of the booth. "Well, well, Vivi," he teased, his voice playful, a low rumble. "What was that all about? A little jealous, perhaps?" His gaze held hers, an unspoken challenge in his eyes. "And how much will this 'special service' cost me tonight? I haven't had this kind of treatment in a while. I would need more than just some extra attention now." He leaned into the crook of her neck, his lips brushing her exposed skin as he inhaled her scent, a silent, intimate claim.
Yuzuki's breath hitched, a delicious shiver running through her. The sudden, assertive turn from Takao, coupled with his tantalizing closeness, stole her usual composure. Her cheeks flushed, and her heart hammered against her ribs, a mixture of surprise, exhilaration, and pure anticipation. She could feel the heat radiating from him, the solid press of his arm against the wall beside her head, and for once, she was a willing captive in his intimate embrace, desiring nothing more than to stay precisely where she was.
Takao pulled back just enough for his lips to brush her ear, his voice a low, seductive whisper that sent another jolt through her. "Or can I pay with some special services of my own? A special trade-off with my precious Vivi-chan."
Yuzuki's face burned, a deep crimson spreading across her cheeks. Her gaze, initially wide with surprise, narrowed with a mix of playful exasperation and fiery desire. "Takao..." she breathed, his name a raw exhalation, heavy with all the unsaid longing and impatience bubbling within her. She reached up, her fingers tangling in the collar of his shirt, pulling him an inch closer, her eyes glittering. "Jealousy? Maybe a little…" Her voice, though still hushed, was thick with challenge. "And I wonder who's to blame for that, hmm?" She met his gaze, her eyes sparkling with affection and a newfound boldness. "As for the cost, my dear Takao? It's going to cost you your whole attention, on me every single moment. And the service... it's going to be a service that leaves you breathless, an undeniable reminder of exactly what we've missed, only amplified beyond your wildest dreams."
Takao's grin widened, a knowing light blazing in his eyes. He didn't lean back; instead, he leaned in further, mirroring her intensity, his thumb brushing her flushed cheekbone. "Now that," he murmured, his voice a husky promise that resonated deep within her, "sounds like a special service I'll be booking for the rest of my life." his gaze dropped to her lips, a predatory yet adoring glint in his eyes, "So when are you going to start giving me all your attention, Vivi-chan?”
Without another second, Yuzuki's lips crashed against Takao's in a searing kiss, a desperate expression of all the pent-up desire and longing that had been building between them. Her fingers tangled in his hair, tugging him closer as she poured every ounce of her passion into the heated embrace. Takao responded with equal fervor, his arms wrapping around her waist, pulling her flush against him. His tongue swept across her lower lip, seeking entrance, a silent demand for more. When she granted it, he delved into the sweet warmth of her mouth, exploring, tasting, savoring every inch of her.
The world fell away, the distant chatter in the Honeybee faded into nothingness as they lost themselves in the passion of the kiss. It was a collision of heat and hunger, a dance of tongues and teeth, a promise of everything to come.
When they finally broke apart, breathless and flushed, Takao's hand slid down her body, his fingers toying with the hem of her skirt. A playful smirk tugged at his lips as he began to ease the fabric up her thighs. "You know," he murmured, his voice low and thick with desire, "I've been waiting a long time to do this."
When they finally broke apart, breathless and flushed, Takao's hand slid down Yuzuki's body, his fingers toying with the hem of her skirt. A playful smirk tugged at his lips as he began to ease the fabric up her thighs. "You know," he murmured, his voice low and thick with desire, "Look at you, Vivi-chan, your body is already excited for me.”
Yuzuki's breath hitched as his fingers brushed against her dampening panties, a trail of fire igniting in their wake. Her cheeks flushed an even deeper shade of red, but her gaze remained locked on his, sparkling with mischief and a hint of challenge. "Is that so?" she breathed, her voice husky with desire. "And here I thought you were supposed to be the one enjoying my special service tonight."
Takao's grin widened, a glint of anticipation in his eyes. "Oh, I am," he assured her, his voice a husky promise. "Every. Single. Moment." His hand slid back down to her knee, his thumb brushing against her skin in a maddening caress. "But I think you're enjoying this just as much as I am, aren't you, Vivi-chan?"
Yuzuki's laughter was breathless, a soft, delighted sound that lingered in the air between them. She leaned in close, her lips brushing against his ear as she whispered, "Maybe a little…" With that, she pushed him back against the plush booth seat, her hands already working on the fastenings of his pants, a promise of a night filled with pleasure and passion.
She eased his zipper down slowly, teasingly, her fingers grazing against his hardening length through the fabric of his boxers. Takao's breath hitched, his hips twitching involuntarily as he sought more of her touch. When she finally tugged his pants and boxers down, freeing his erection, she let out a low, appreciative hum. "You've been hiding this from me?" she teased, her eyes gleaming with mischief as she wrapped her hand around his shaft, giving him a slow, deliberate stroke. "What a shame."
Takao groaned, his head falling back against the seat as he savored the feeling of her hand on him. "Vivi…" he growled, his voice thick with desire. "If you keep that up, I won't last long."
Yuzuki's smirk widened, a glint of challenge in her eyes. "Oh, I'm just getting started, Takao." With that, she leaned down, her tongue flicking out to taste the bead of precum at the tip of his cock. His taste exploded across her tongue, salty and musky, and she moaned in appreciation.
She took him into her mouth slowly, inch by inch, reveling in the way he filled her, stretched her. His hands tangled in her hair, guiding her, urging her on as she began to take him deeper with each passing second.
Just as Takao was losing himself in the sensation, Yuzuki gasped as she felt his fingers brushing against her dampening panties. He groaned in approval at how wet she already was, slipping his fingers beneath the fabric to stroke her slick folds. She shuddered around him, the dual stimulation pushing her closer to the edge.
Takao couldn't take it anymore. "Vivi…" he panted, his grip tightening on her hair. "Yuzuki… I need to be inside you. Please…" Yuzuki pulled back, licking her lips as she met his gaze, fervently nodding. She wanted him as badly too.
In a swift move, Takao lifted her onto his lap, her skirt riding up around her waist. He hooked his fingers in her panties, ripping them away with a sharp tug. Yuzuki gasped at the sudden action, her heart pounding with anticipation.
Takao lined himself up with her entrance, his tip brushing against her. Then, with one hard thrust, he sheathed himself inside her, filling her completely. Yuzuki bit back a scream, her nails digging into his shoulders as she struggled to adjust to his size.
Takao lets out a low groan of pure pleasure. Her walls clenched around him, squeezing him tight, and he had to pause for a moment to keep from losing control. "Yuzuki..." he panted, his grip on her hips tightening. "You're so... fucking tight. It's incredible."
He didn't give her time to react, setting a hard, fast pace, Takao began to move again. His hips snapping up to meet hers in a frantic rhythm, pounding into her with deep, powerful strokes that had her seeing stars. Each thrust brought a new wave of pleasure, each clench of her walls around him driving him closer to the edge. He could feel his orgasm building, his balls tightening as he chased his release. She clung to him, her hips meeting his thrusts as she chased her pleasure. Their bodies moved together in a frenzied dance of passion, the sounds of their moans and the slap of skin against skin filling the booth. Yuzuki could feel the pressure building inside her, coiling tighter and tighter with each thrust.
With a hoarse cry of her name, he slammed into her one last time, his cock pulsing as he spilled himself deep inside her. Yuzuki cried out, her own orgasm crashing over her in intense waves as she felt his hot seed filling her up. Their bodies shuddered with the force of their release, waves of pleasure crashing over them in intense, unrelenting waves.
Yuzuki clung to him, her nails digging into his back as she rode out her orgasm, her inner walls clenching around him, milking him for every last drop of his essence. Takao groaned into her mouth, his hips jerking with each spurt of his seed, filling her up.
They stayed like that for a moment, lost in the aftershocks of their shared ecstasy, their bodies still joined, still moving together in a slow, lazy dance. Yuzuki's breath came in short, sharp gasps, her heart pounding against her ribs as she tried to regain her composure.
Takao's hands slid up her back, his fingers tangling in her hair as he held her close, pressing soft, tender kisses to her lips, her cheeks, her neck. As they broke apart, Takao's hands slid down to her hips, gently helping her off of him. He could feel their mixed fluids starting to trickle out of her, a testament to their intense session. Takao's expression softened as he looked at Yuzuki, his eyes filled with warmth and affection.
"Thank you, Yuzuki," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. "That was... incredible. You're incredible."
Yuzuki blushed at the praise, ducking her head shyly. "I'm glad you enjoyed it," she replied softly, a small smile playing on her lips. "It was my pleasure to serve you tonight."
Takao's gaze fell on the torn panties lying forgotten on the booth seat. He picked them up, a sheepish expression crossing his face. "I'm sorry about these," he apologized, his voice filled with remorse. "I don't know what came over me. I just... I couldn't wait any longer to have you."
Yuzuki laughed, taking the ruined panties from him and tossing them aside. "Don't worry about it," she assured him, pressing a kiss to his cheek. "We have spares in the back, though I didn't expect to be needing them ever again."
Together, they began to clean up the booth, straightening their clothes and smoothing down their hair. As they worked, Takao kept stealing glances at Yuzuki, his eyes filled with a mix of satisfaction and gratitude.
"Yuzuki," he murmured, his voice low and serious. "What we just did… I want to make you feel like that every night. Not just physically, but emotionally too. I want to be there for you, in every way possible."
Yuzuki's heart swelled at his words, a warm, fuzzy feeling spreading through her chest. She leaned in, resting her head on his shoulder as they finished tidying up. "I want that too," she whispered, her voice filled with hope and promise. "More than anything."
As they left the booth, hand in hand, Yuzuki couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment wash over her. She knew that this was just the beginning of something beautiful, something special. And she couldn't wait to see where it would lead them.
They emerged from the secluded booth, just past the closing hours of The Honeybee. All customers had left, leaving only the staff, and a subtle, contented hum seemed to emanate from Takao and Yuzuki. With an almost synchronized lightness in their step, their eyes met in knowing glances that spoke volumes of the night's special service. They thought their secret was safe, wrapped in the privacy of the booth. They thought wrong.
The hostesses, with their finely tuned antennae for anything romantic or scandalous, picked up on the shift immediately. It was in the way Takao's hand lingered on Yuzuki's back as she passed, the almost imperceptible blush that colored Yuzuki's cheeks when his gaze met hers, and the general aura of blissful exhaustion radiating from both of them.
Kunihiko, leaning against the bar, merely cleared his throat. "Vivi," he rumbled, his voice carrying just enough for everyone to hear. "I trust your 'special service' just now was... satisfactory?" A faint smirk played on his lips as he polished a glass.
Yuzuki's face instantly flamed scarlet, betraying her earlier composure. Takao, beside her, let out a low chuckle, a rich, happy sound.
Hana, ever the instigator, grinned. "Oh, Takao-kun! You have to tell us! Did you manage to pay with your own special service?" Maki chimed in, "And did it remind you of what you guys missed? Vivi-chan promised!" Her eyes twinkled with mischief.
Yuzuki groaned, burying her face in her hands. "You two are impossible!" she mumbled, her voice muffled by her palms. "And Manager-san, you're encouraging them!"
"Just ensuring customer satisfaction," Kunihiko replied smoothly, though his eyes gleamed with amusement. "And employee dedication, of course."
Takao, however, simply pulled Yuzuki closer, wrapping an arm around her waist. He leaned down, whispering something in her ear that made her groan again, even as a fresh wave of blushes swept over her. He then straightened, facing the laughing hostesses, a bashful yet utterly delighted smile on his face. "Gentlemen and ladies," he announced, his voice still a little soft, a hint of genuine embarrassment mixed with profound joy, "I can confirm that Vivi-san's 'special service' was beyond satisfactory. It was exactly what I needed." He looked down at Yuzuki, whose head was still buried in her hands, his smile turning tender. "And yes, it reminded me of our first time, and it was indeed even better."
Yuzuki let out a small shriek, swatting at him playfully, but the joy in her eyes was unmistakable. The hostesses erupted in cheers and laughter, delighting in the couple's open affection and mutual embarrassment. It was their unique brand of celebration, a constant, loving reminder of the profound bond that had endured distance, secrets, and now, the most delightful of public teasing. The bar, their unlikely sanctuary, vibrated with their happiness. Yuzuki, now stood beside the man who had claimed her heart, their love out in the open, celebrated by their eccentric, yet deeply cherished, family. They were home, truly home, together.
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