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Takumi Usui sat in his private plane swirling his red wine in his glass. Like always at these times, he felt the dreaded sense of boredom descend upon him. Some may have called him a workaholic, but none knew he only worked long hours to avoid his annoying family and to relieve the constant boredom he felt.

Was it a mid-life crisis? He was barely 27 years old. 27 was too early to have a mid-life crisis, right? After all, he'd accomplished being a CEO for one of the subsidiaries of his family's conglomerate. By his own hard work, too, as his grandfather would never have allowed him the position unless he won it with his own talents. With a barely audible sigh, Takumi ran his free hand through his blond hair, mussing the neat strands.

The sight of three familiar flight attendants entering the plane cabin caught his eye. They bowed as he turned his head towards them to acknowledge their presence, smirking internally at how each deliberately bent at an angle that exposed their plump breasts to their advantage. While the standard flight attendant uniform only exposed their skin up to where the skirt just ended above their knees, the suits were tight and emphasized all curves. One woman coyly smiled at him with her red painted lips, and he gave a vague resemblance of a smile back, causing her to bite her lips in anticipation.

Takumi used to be at least even somewhat aroused by temptations like these. Nowadays, it seemed like the entertainment was waning every time. Nothing seemed to work for him anymore.

"You called, Master?" The one with the perkiest breasts (whether fake or real he didn't care) spoke first. Like the other two, she was gorgeous with a model's flawless skin and symmetrical face.

Takumi handed his wine glass to the third flight attendant whose pale platinum hair stood out against her companions' dark hair. "Yes, it seems like I've overworked myself all week. Looks like I'll need all your expertise to relax." He leaned back against the comfortable leather couch in the plane.

"It would be our pleasure," the red lipped flight attendant purred.

Takumi beckoned towards the platinum blonde woman after she set aside his wine glass on a table. Knowing the routine as she'd done for many times, she settled behind the back of the couch. Takumi closed his eyes, leaning against her as she massaged his shoulders. God knows how tense his muscles were after hours and hours of meetings with simpering business associates hoping to partner up with his company.

With his green eyes still closed, he felt the zipper of his pants pull down. He didn't need to open his eyes to know what the attendant with red lipstick would do next. A wet but warm tongue slowly circled the tip, before the woman took all of his erection down until he felt the tip hit the back of her throat. He felt the couch sink slightly towards his left as the attendant with the large breasts sat beside him, curling into his side. Still, not opening his eyes, Takumi wrapped his left arm around her shoulders. She had already unbuttoned her blouse, so it was easy for him to move past the material and squeeze a silk covered breast. Her bra was made of thin material, and her nipple was already straining against the cloth. Teasingly, Usui let the edge of his fingernail scratch against the nipple, causing the woman to whimper. His right hand cupped the back of the head of the woman currently sucking his cock, urging her in a steady but fast rhythm. Meanwhile, the third woman pressed her breasts into his back as she massaged away all the knots of tension in his shoulders.

Takumi smirked slightly. It would be so easy to please the three. Himself, on the other hand...

Just thinking about it made him annoyed. While Takumi was able to say that he gave all the women he slept with one of the best nights of their lives, they were never able to do the same for him.

The truth? He had never had an orgasm with a woman. Not by their hands, mouth, or vagina.

Only his own hands seemed to do the trick now and then, but that soon became unsatisfying. He had wondered if perhaps he was gay, but he felt no sexual attraction to his own gender either, much to the disappointment of numerous men who solicited his attention as often as females. He couldn't say the problem was his body either, as he could orgasm with his hands and give others their due. Even now, his cock was only half-aroused inside the woman's mouth. Takumi opened his eyes just in time to catch the woman's annoyed expression. Her red lips pursed as her tongue delicately lapped at his shaft. But to no avail, as his member seemed to even deflate a bit.

Getting bored, Takumi decided to end it there for the day. He straightened his posture on the couch, indicating for the red lipped woman to straddle on his crotch. Takumi turned her around until her back was to him. Usually he didn't like to have his women face him. It seemed too intimate and intimacy was not what he needed. He certainly didn't view women as only vessels for pleasure but he did make sure all his women knew that they were there with him just for sex and sex only. That way no hurt feelings ensued and a lot less drama would be there to take up his time. He would make sure they were well compensated with money in return.

Misaki Ayuzawa collapsed onto her bed, grateful for the soft warmth the mattress provided. Though it wasn't like she didn't spend half her day lying on a bed at her job before she came back to lie on her bed in her apartment. She stared at the ceiling above her, marveling at the clean paint job. No rotten wood, no splinters, no brown water stains.

For as long as she could remember, her mother, younger sister Suzuna and she had been living in a run-down rented house. It wasn't perfect, but it provided a decent roof over their heads. Then the hurricane had come and wrecked the house and her mother had gotten sick from the combination of cold temperatures and black mold growing in the house. Minako Ayuzawa had always been in frail condition, working night and day shifts as a nurse in a hospital to raise her two children. Even though the little family had always tried to take care of any mold situations right away, the black mold had somehow escaped their attention.

Chased away and blacklisted from a comfy corporate job that suited her public relations college degree, Misaki had to turn to another comfy job that paid even more to pay her mother's hospital bills and her sister's college tuition. She did have to thank Hinata for helping out.

Hinata...Misaki thought. She felt horrible for turning down his marriage proposal a year ago, but she knew that Suzuna would be crushed had Misaki accepted Hinata's offer. Besides, Misaki didn't think she could ever return his sincere love. By rejecting Hinata, Suzuna would have a chance for true happiness. She could give Hinata more than what Misaki could offer. Besides, Misaki was tainted anyways.

Misaki raised her hands up. No matter how many times she washed them, she still felt dirty. That was the drawback of her job. The slight guilt of lying to her family about her job and feeling dirty after each client left. Today's clients weren't rowdy thankfully, and she had managed to satisfy them enough to get an extra bonus. To Misaki, the money was worth it if it meant giving her family a chance of survival. After all, she managed to get herself a small clean studio apartment like this, hadn't she?

Misaki flipped onto her stomach, looking out at the skyline from her floor to ceiling windows. It was the few luxuries she allowed herself to have besides her beloved books and the cosmetics she needed to maintain her appearance. She could have certainly afforded a larger apartment, but she planned on saving up until she could find a better job. If only he hadn't stepped in with his influence to stop any company from taking her in.

She let out a sigh. There was no use worrying about it now. Worrying would only give her wrinkles, wrinkles she didn't need if she wanted to keep making money at her current job. She turned her amber gaze away from the window and slept, daring to hope for a better life.