mentally an octogenarian.

Lieutenant Tokushirō Tsurumi had been in your sights for a while, a marvelous distraction running circles around your head. He was a catalyst for your madness. Before he entered your life you were even-keeled and level headed. Your placidity was prized amongst your family. You held little to no interest in older men, especially the ones your father, a flag officer, associated with. You favored ones your own age, the kind with bright smiles and a youthful glint in their eyes.

But the Lieutenant changed everything. He came into your life and demolished any semblance of sense you held dear. You were possessed, overwhelmed by lust that for so long lay dormant in the depths. Anytime your father mentioned having company over you eagerly demanded to know if Lieutenant Tsurumi would be coming.

“Father, will he—”

“Yes, yes,” your father said, his tone bristling with irritation. “Don’t bother him like you did last time. It’s distasteful. And I doubt the man wants you to talk his ear off again.”

“I won’t,” you replied.

You fully intended on doing so. No one was going to get in your way. In fact you were going to amplify your distasteful behavior by getting the Lieutenant a gift. You knew he had a sweet tooth as he mentioned it to you in the past. You would never forget his affinity for red bean paste.

Monaka. That was what you’d get him. You grabbed your coat and quietly made your way to the front door. Immediately your father pounced on you.

“You are not going anywhere.”

“Can’t I please go for a walk? That’s all I’m going to do. I promise,” you said with pleading eyes.

He stared at you, eyes sharp like when he ordered around his subordinates; it was a standoff. You were undeterred though. You were unwavering, intending to win.

Your father sighed. “I want you back here in a half an hour.”

“Of course, of course. I would never want to disappoint you.”

He was so easy to trick. His faith in you wasn’t unfounded. For so long you were the ideal, dutiful daughter. He didn’t realize how degraded you had become, how your mind had morphed into a lecherous beast.

Getting the monaka went off without a hitch. The box was small enough to be concealed in your clothes and your father was none the wiser. The rest of the day crawled by, leaving you vibrating with anticipation. When you finally heard a knock at the door you nearly vomited, your excitement getting the best of you.

“Good evening, Lieutenant Tsurumi,” you said upon opening the door.

He looked stunning in the gloaming’s soft, rosy light. You didn’t bother greeting the other men which elicited a loud groan from your father.

“Good evening to you too,” he said with a smile as they all entered.

You were plagued with dismay when your father told you to busy yourself as he and his guests were going to have a private discussion. You lingered in the hall outside the sitting room like a wanton ghost. The monaka was burning a hole in your pocket. Your patience was nowhere to be found. You needed to see the Lieutenant. You needed to get close enough to take a whiff of his sleek, raven hair. You needed to stare at his fingers and imagine what they’d feel like curved inside you. You needed to dig your claws into him, drag him away, and ravish him. You would remain a mess until then.

It was all too much to bear so you locked yourself away in your room and fingered yourself until your soul had settled. You laid in bed in somewhat of a daze. The sound of boisterous laughter brought you out of it and on your feet.

The door to the sitting room was open and the stench of alcohol permeated the rest of the house.

“May I come in?” you asked coyly, holding your hands behind your back.

“Yes!” your father exclaimed. “Come in, come in!”

He was drunk off his ass. And it seemed everyone else was if their pink cheeks and sweaty visages were anything to go by. Though suspiciously Lieutenant Tsurumi was spared these afflictions. You took a seat next to him. He didn’t even smell like alcohol.

“And how is my luh—lovely, stupendous daughter?” your father slurred.

“She’s fine last time I heard,” you replied. The men erupted into laughter.

“My, my. How you’ve grown,” said a man with starved eyes. “I remember when you were this big.” He let his hand hover above the floor.

Your mouth filled with saliva. He sounded so creepy.

“You remember Captain Akimoto, don’t you?” your father asked.

“I don’t sadly,” you said apologetically.

“Well you must remember me,” said the other mystery man.

“Yes! Of course I remember you! How could I forget? You’re my favorite out of all my father’s associates.”

“Really?”

“No. I’m sorry. I can’t remember you either.”

Again, an eruption of laughter. Drunks were so easily entertained.

The conversation they were having couldn’t have been more boring. Your father’s dealings were never of much interest. 

Thankfully you were more than happy to stare at the Lieutenant and imagine what your wedding would be like. It didn’t take him long to notice your dreamy gaze. Your father got up to show Captain Akimoto and the other stooge his shiny new Type 26 revolver that he kept in his office. It was then that Lieutenant Tsurumi addressed you.

“Do I have something on my face?” he asked with a smile.

“No, but I have something to give you.”

“Is that so?”

“Mhm.”

You patted yourself down and felt nothing. You must have dropped it in your room when you hastily undressed. The box was probably on the floor, waiting to be found.

“Uh. I think it’s in my room actually,” you muttered.

You stood to go get it and a brilliant idea struck you. It was a longshot, but your desire made you confident.

“I’d hate to leave you alone in here. Why don’t you come with me?”

“I shouldn’t,” he said demurely.

“You should though.”

“It wouldn’t be appropriate.”

“I don’t want to be a bad hostess. My mother always said, ‘Never leave a guest unattended.’”

“Your father is the host.”

You found yourself getting frustrated with him, a new development. You wanted to slap him for being so difficult, but refrained. You wanted the first touch to be him cupping your face in his hands while you kissed him.

“And last time I checked you weren’t a mere extension of him.”

“You’re right. I’m not. But I still wish you would come with me,” you said with a little pout. “Wouldn’t that be more enjoyable than me telling my father you’re a liar?”

He was unphased. “I don’t know what you mean by that.”

“He doesn’t like to waste his whiskey, you know? It’s expensive.”

Lieutenant Tsurumi narrowed his eyes. “I’m not follo—”

“He won’t even let me look at the bottle. Me, his own daughter that he loves and trusts more than anything. That’s how important it is to him.” You looked down at the Lieutenant. “If he finds out you haven't been drinking it, he’ll be so offended. Forget him ever respecting you again,” you said, tacking on a little laugh.

“What makes you so sure I haven’t been drinking?”

“Your complexion is too even. Everyone else looks like they have a fever. And you don’t smell like alcohol… More like a field of poppies.”

Silence enveloped the room.

“My father hates liars. And he’s very vindictive. If you value your career, you’ll come.”

He studied your face. It made you nervous to be examined so closely, but there was something pleasing about having his eyes on you. It made your skin feel electric.

“Can I ask what you have for me?”

“You’ll see,” you said, grabbing a hold of his wrist.

You led him into your room. He didn’t seem uncomfortable, but you knew he was on edge. Your drunk father was down the hall and he certainly wouldn’t appreciate a thirty-year-old man in his daughter’s bedroom.

The box of monaka was on the floor near your bed just like you were suspecting, but you needed more time with him. This was a once in a lifetime moment; you couldn’t afford to screw it up.

“Now let’s see if I can remember where I put it,” you said.

“You can always give it to me another time.”

You wanted to hurl something at him. His attempts to get away from you grew more tiresome by the moment. You wanted him around, but you also wanted him to shut up.

As you continued your faux search you noticed the bottle of imo shōchū you kept tucked away for special occasions which was essentially anytime you were bored in your room. Seeing it gave you the perfect idea.

“You know,” you began, looking over your shoulder at Lieutenant Tsurumi, “my father’s pretty perceptive. Even if I do keep your secret, he’ll probably find out.”

“What makes you so sure?”

You had no idea.

“He has his ways,” you replied, grabbing the shōchū. You turned to face him. “Why not have a—”

“Your resolve is impressive, but I would rather your father hold me in contempt for wasting his whiskey than finding me drunk in his daughter’s bedroom.”

He made his way to the door, but you rushed and slid between him and the exit.

“Just have one drink with me,” you said, hoping you didn’t sound too unhinged. It was becoming impossible to control yourself. “One drink, I give you your gift, and you’re free.”

“I—”

“Pleeeease?” you interrupted. You masked your frustration with sweetness.

He let out an exasperated sigh. “Fine. One drink.”

His reluctant participation filled you with inexpressible joy. You began to walk forward, urging him deeper into your room away from the door.

“I don’t have any glasses though so I’m going to have to get creative serving you.”

As he walked backwards he bumped into your bed.

“Take a seat,” you purred.

The look of resignation on his face disappointed you. In your fantasies he was eager, begging to be at your will. But the reality was vastly different. He took a seat, and it became clear he was just going through the motions. You heard your father belch and start telling one of his long-winded stories. The pressure to rush through everything evaporated.

You crawled into the Lieutenant’s lap, straddling him. “Open your mouth.”

His body was tense, his muscles made of stone. You wanted him to relax and getting him drunk would be the most effective way. He’d probably be more cheery, maybe even flirtatious. As your mind went wild dreaming up outcomes, you opened the bottle and poured it into his mouth.

He coughed. “What did you get me anyway?”

You had almost forgotten about it. You took a swig from the bottle of shōchū.

“Oh. Uh. Monaka. I remember you saying you liked anko,” you said shyly, wiping your lips.

He opened his mouth unprompted and you gave him more.

“If you hate them, don’t tell me. My pathetic, little heart won’t be able to take it.”

“I’ll be sure to leave you out when I go complain to everyone about how revolting they were.”

You rocked your hips, rubbing your bare cunt against his lap. His eyes were flat, not even a hint of light. He wasn’t going to fully break anytime soon and it was killing you.

“Do you like me?” you asked, feeding him more alcohol.

“I suppose.”

“Do you ever think about me?”

“All the time.”

“Really?”

“I’m a liar, remember?”

You flared your nostrils. He was so irksome and it was so surprising. You went back and forth taking sips from the bottle. The effects took hold of him faster than you were expecting.

“How do you feel?”

He was quiet, his eyes glassy. You placed the bottle on the floor before stroking his cheek in an attempt to coax an answer out of him. All he did was nod. You felt satisfied now that he was pliable. You wanted putty in your hands and there it was, waiting to be manipulated. You pushed him back onto your bed and began to undress him, starting with his pants. He took initiative and removed his ornate attila jacket.

You carefully freed his cock, gazing at its considerable length. As you stroked the underside, it came to life in your hand. You heard your father laugh loudly and your nerves crept up on you. You froze with his turgid cock resting in your palm. Lieutenant Tsurumi didn’t seem concerned, if anything he looked a little annoyed. He roughly pulled you into a kiss, his moustache tickling your upper lip. His mouth tasted astringent and slightly floral from the shōchū.

You heard your father once more, but louder. You feared he was coming down the hall and your door was still open. Instinctively you went to shut it, but the Lieutenant wasn’t letting you go anywhere.

“I’m not letting you back out now” he murmured between kisses.

You had created a monster, and you were sick with pride.

You guided his cock into your cunt. He groaned as you sunk down on it. Your breath hitched as it filled you, stretching out your tight hole. You clung to him and he began to thrust. His hands slid under your ass, grabbing onto its soft flesh. It was as if your body was singing. The feeling of his cock swollen inside you was a dream come true. You almost couldn’t believe it was happening.

“Ouch,” you whined.

His cock bruised your cervix after a particularly deep thrust. He slurred an apology as he moved you onto your back. You liked seeing him from a new angle. It was a perfect view of him coming undone. Limp strands of hair hung in his face and his breathing was heavy. You reveled in his moans, feeling wholly accomplished. Power wasn’t something you came by much in your life and now you felt ripe with it.

You clenched around his cock.

“Shit!”

His volume was surprising. He had been so quiet up until then. Your eyes were glued to your doorway. The last thing you wanted was to be caught by your father or even worse that pervert, Captain Akimoto.

“Not so loud,” you whispered.

He didn’t respond and you found yourself caring less and less as he rutted against you. Your body was tingly, almost like you were dissolving into pure pleasure. You felt high. You weren’t sure if it was from the feeling of his cock throbbing inside you, or the fear of being seen. What you were sure of though was the overwhelming need to come.

A whimper fell from your lips which snowballed into lilted grunts and moans. You tangled your fingers in his hair and pulled on it. He held you close as you came, his thrusts picking up pace. All the tension that had ever resided in your body had melted away into nothingness. You were pure light, nothing but ecstasy.

His pained voice brought you out of your post-orgasm haze.

“Where should I—”

“My mouth, my mouth,” you pleaded, pushing him onto the floor like he was a rag doll.

You crawled off the bed and braced yourself on his thighs. You wrapped your lips around his cock and bobbed your head up and down. His hand made its way to the base of your skull and pushed you down further. Warm cum dripped down your throat. The urge to gag was there, but you remained strong and swallowed it all. You didn’t want there to be any evidence.

“Oh,” you said, noticing the neglected box of monaka on the floor.

You scurried to your feet and grabbed it. Lieutenant Tsurumi remained on the floor in a daze with his cock hanging out of his pants.

You held the box out to him. “Here.”

He slowly looked up at you, his eyelids heavy.

“Huh?”

You shook the box, but it failed to get a reaction. You rolled your eyes and sat beside him, opening the box. You pulled out one of the delicate cookies.

“Open.”

You placed it in his mouth and awaited his reaction.

“Delightful,” he said, mouth muffled by anko.

You grinned. “I’m so happy you think so.”

You helped him to his feet and steadied him as he tucked his cock away. Just as you went to button his jacket you heard a throaty gasp.

“What is the meaning of this?!”

Surprisingly it wasn’t your father. It was the dreaded Captain Akimoto. As he came closer you noticed his eyes were bloodshot and wet, practically bulging out his head. His steps were loud and lacked grace. All the commotion alerted your father who sped past the lumbering pervert.

“Lieutenant Tokushirō Tsurumi!”

“Oh no, he said my full name. I’m in trouble,” he muttered, reaching for another monaka.

Despite this he didn’t seem concerned, but you knew that was the alcohol.

“What is going on?” Your father’s drunken rage turned to one of concerned confusion.

“I found him outside in the garden!”

Your father continued his interrogation. “You did?”

“Yes! He was half-dressed and talking to Tasogare!”

Tasogare was your overweight, odd-eyed bobtail cat. She was a known attention grabber. Your father turned his attention to the Lieutenant.

“Is—is this true?” he asked, trying to stifle a laugh.

You nudged the Lieutenant.

“Yes, sir. I”—he yawned—“apologize for my lack of… tact. Your cat was… simply too alluring.”

Your father erupted into laughter and grabbed the Lieutenant’s shoulder.

“Tsurumi, my boy! You have nothing to apologize for. This is actually a relief! I was starting to think you were a bore.”

“Oh good,” he said, shoving another monaka into his mouth. 

“I know it’s getting late, but come have another drink before my daughter kicks everyone out, hmm?”

Your father was so jovial; you almost felt guilty. He didn’t even let Lieutenant Tsurumi answer before he led him out of your room. He was leaning heavily on your father, arm draped around his shoulder and head tilted towards his. You couldn’t deny your jealousy. It wasn’t fair. You loved your father, but he didn’t deserve that intimacy. It was yours. You had earned it. Who was he to sweep the man of your dreams off his feet and away from your embrace?

You cleared your throat. “Lieutenant Tsurumi,” you sang.

He stopped dead in his tracks and nearly sent your father stumbling to the ground. He craned his head back.

“Yes?”

“You forgot something.”

You held up the box of monaka. He was in front of you in an instant. You placed the box in his outstretched hands. He held it like it was a small animal, a creature needing tenderness and a gentle touch. You checked to see if anyone was watching. Captain Akimoto and the other officer were more concerned with making fun of your father for almost falling on his face.

You cupped Lieutenant Tsurumi’s face in your hands and kissed him one last time. “Goodnight, Lieutenant. Don’t let my father bully you too much.”