Akane had removed the ceremonial kimono, thick geisha-like make-up, and heavy wig after the wedding, and had joined her new stepmother, Kasumi, at the celebratory party afterwards. Their two husbands were already drunk. It was a wonder they hadn't passed out in the dining room.
But the thought of their wedding nights had kept them semi-conscious. It was a wonder Genma hadn't dropped her until after they'd crossed the threshold of the guest room.
Akane found her husband's greater mass nearly on top of her. At least it wasn't dead weight. He wasn't completely out. She just wished she were stronger as she struggled to push him off of her.
"Do you?" her brother smirked from the door.
"No!" Genma aroused himself, rolling off of her. "This is between a man and his woman."
"Come on, Nacchan," Ranko said, pulling him away as Akane slid the guest room door closed. "Promise me you won't be like that when we're married."
"All business is done over drinks in Japan, Ranchan. You want your husband to be successful for you..."
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