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Jurou looked in the mirror and fussed over his clothes. Was his bowtie crooked? It was, but should he tilt back to the right or the left? His hair looked like it might need taking care of too. Where was his comb? Were those wrinkles in his dress shirt?
"Hey man, you going to finish fixing yourself up today or what?" One of his friends, Atsui said. He was a cheerful heavyset man sitting with the others over by the table.
"Today? Definitely," Jurou said, not taking his eyes off the mirror. "Before I have to go out for the procession? Probably not."
"Fujimura-san, have you ever seen Jurou this concerned with his own appearance before?" Hideo asked. He was another friend, a body-builder who had inspired Jurou to get in shape in the past few years.
Jurou had quite a defined set of abs and pecs now which Mafuyu liked to run her hands over. His muscles were nowhere near Hideo's well-toned figure but certainly an improvement over his body throughout high school and college.
Jurou's aunt said, "Only Mafuyu-san could ever get him to care about how he looked, but I don't think I've ever seen him so engrossed in his own appearance before. I'm still trying to decide whether it's cute or a worrying sign of a clingy man."
"Haha." Jurou said with a flat voice. "Don't forget that I'm getting married before you are, Aunt Hikari."
"Hey, Eizo's going to come around eventually! I just need to get him more comfortable with commitment first." Her objection was met with the laughter of Jurou's friends.
Hideo walked up Jurou and laid a hand on his shoulder. "Seriously though, relax Jurou. You look great. You're gonna blow Mafuyu-san away and there's really nothing left for you to fix." He guided Jurou to sit with them.
"Fujimura-san, you have to know a way to distract him," Atsui said. "Can you give it a try?"
Aunt Hikari smirked. "Sure. Did I ever tell you guys just how obvious it was that Jurou liked Mafuyu-san even back in high school?"
"Nope, but then again, I can believe it," Hideo said. "Most guys would leave their fantasies about their teacher fantasies, but you need to be dedicated to pull it off like Jurou did."
"Obsessed is more like it. Jurou, you thought you were subtle, but you used to stare at her. Honestly, I have no idea how you convinced Mafuyu-san to even go out with you rather than creeping her out."
"It's a bit of a mystery to me too. But you want to know something, Aunt Hikari? Mafuyu-chan's not as stuffy as you think. She likes being stared at when it's by the right person, I was just lucky enough to be that person."
His aunt snorted. "Sure. You know, Jurou, why don't you tell us a bit more about how you seduced her? I've never heard any details."
"Wow, really?" Hideo said in amazement. "He's never told us either, but I thought that at the very least you would know."
"Nope. Just some vagueness about wooing her during his college days."
Jurou grinned and leaned back in his seat. "I'll tell you guys this. It wasn't easy getting Mafuyu to see me as a man rather than a student, but I'm just that awesome." He had to hold in his laughter at the blatant lie. It was going to be fun weaving some nice stories for them to hear. "I already had plenty of reasons to visit her even without tutoring sessions. She's actually pretty clumsy, so I helped her a lot with housework."
Aunt Hikari had been right. Telling them the story he and Mafuyu had come up with distracted him from fidgeting over his appearance. It was just the right mix of lies and the truth. They'd decided to say they'd had a trial period of two months before revealing their relationship during his second year of college when the truth was that by that point they'd been together for about three years.
Jurou blathered on until it was time for the ceremony. After his friends and aunt wished him good luck, he headed up to the stage where the officiant waited behind a wooden podium. He was an elderly white man who was a friend of Mafuyu's dad and had officiated several weddings before.
Jurou stood in front of the officiant. The crowd had quieted down as they realized it was time for the declaration of vows. They stood at a variety of tables. Jurou's aunt and Mafuyu's family had the ones closest to the front, and further in the back were friends and other acquaintances.
Then, the music started playing. Mafuyu and her father appeared and walked down the aisle to Jurou. She was breathtaking. She'd expressed concerns about her age, although he'd felt that she had no reason to worry given that she was only thirty-two. The only thing that time had done was give her beauty a chance to blossom even further. The wedding dress was a pure white and still managed to show the slender, buxom figure she'd maintained over the years. Her long lustrous hair had been braided and styled to perfection. She had a white flower pinned in her hair, and a silver necklace gleamed around her throat.
She walked up and stood on the other side of the podium, facing him. She had a cool expression, but Jurou's lips curled into a grin.
"You may all be seated," the officiant said. The guests obeyed. Mafuyu's father went to sit by his wife.
"Thank you. Now, marriage is a legally binding commitment which changes the status of both parties and the rights and obligations given to them. Kita Jurou, do you enter this commitment willingly and with your full mental faculties in order?"
"Yes."
The officiant nodded. "And Kirisu Mafuyu, do you enter this commitment willingly and with your full mental faculties in order?"
"Yes."
"Then it is now time for the exchange of vows. Do you, Kita Jurou, swear to take this woman, for your lawful wife, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do you part?"
Jurou nodded. "I do."
"And do you, Kirisu Mafuyu, swear to take this man, for your lawful husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do you part?"
She tipped her head forward elegantly. "I do."
"Good. Now, the rings please?"
Natsumi, Mafuyu's adorable cousin, nervously carried up the rings on a pillow. Jurou and Mafuyu accepted the rings and placed them on each other's fingers at the officiant's prompting.
"By the power vested in me by the nation of Japan and in accordance with its laws, it is my honor to pronounce you two husband and wife. You may now kiss to seal your vows."
Jurou reached for her and tilted up her head. Strange, they'd probably kissed hundreds of times by now, but he was even more nervous than he'd been the first time. His heart raced in his chest, and his hearing zeroed in on her breathing. In fact, he hardly even heard the applause from the guests.
When they pulled apart, her calm demeanor had broken into a smile. They turned to the crowd as a picture-perfect happy couple. Now it was time to eat, relax, and party.
In college, Jurou had turned vegan, and he'd convinced Mafuyu to do the same. As a result their wedding only had plant-based foods. Potatoes, tofu, udon noodles courtesy of the very accommodating Ogata shop, soba, mushrooms, vegetable dumplings, eggplant and squash dishes. There were fake meats too, and it only took a few minutes for Jurou to note their extreme popularity among the attendees. Their wedding cake, with cute groom and bride models, had also come from a vegan bakery.
Neither Jurou nor Mafuyu drank. Him because he prized being clear-headed, and Mafuyu due to her own particular susceptibility to alcohol. However, there was a selection of wines and champagne for the guests.
They sat down at a table with their families. Jurou had Mafuyu on his right and Aunt Hikari on his left while Mafuyu had her mother on her right.
"Wow, Aunt Hikari, you're getting soft. I never thought I'd see the day when you cried," Jurou said to his aunt who was wiping her eyes. To be fair, Mafuyu's mother was doing the same.
Rather than respond to his quip, she gave him a genuine smile. "Maybe you're right. Can you blame me, though? When I think about how happy your mother would have been if she were here. . ."
To be honest, Jurou didn't remember that much about his mother. If it weren't for the pictures he looked at occasionally, he might not have recognized her even if she came back from the dead and walked up to him. Even so, the few memories he'd held onto were warm and loving.
"I'm sure that that she's looking on happily right now," Miharu said. Jurou didn't believe in an afterlife, but he accepted the sentiment regardless.
"Sorry, just ignore me." Aunt Hikari shook her head as if that would get rid of her tears. "This is a wedding. I shouldn't be making it all gray and gloomy."
"Hey, there's nothing wrong with mentioning how you feel," Eizo, her boyfriend, patted her shoulder.
"Weeeell, I'm pretty sure the only tears allowed today are happy tears. If she doesn't shape up, I'm going have to use my groom powers to expel her from the wedding."
His aunt laughed. "Oh be quiet you, your jokes aren't as good as you think they are."
"What? My jokes are amazing. Tell her, Mafuyu."
"Hmm, what?" she said confused. She'd been talking with her parents.
"Say my jokes are awesome. You have to say it even if you think they suck. We're a husband and wife team now."
She smiled and indulged him. "Jurou's jokes are awesome."
"See?" Jurou said.
Aunt Hikari rolled her eyes. "Whatever, let's just eat more of this weird bean meat thing you're forcing on us." She stabbed into her 'beef' and took a bite. Despite her words, she seemed to enjoy it.
"Jurou-san, I have a question," Mafuyu's mother said. "Mafuyu says you don't want biological children, may I ask why?"
"Well, a variety of reasons. Some of them are personal, but one reason is that after thinking about how many children there are that could use good homes, I decided that if I ever wanted a child I would adopt. Although right now neither of us want children particularly badly anyway, and I don't think that's the right mindset to have when deciding to have kids."
"I can't believe you became such a bleeding heart at college," Aunt Hikari said.
"Don't worry, I'll make sure to never show you any mercy. You'll remember me as I was, a lovable bastard."
"And you're certain about this?" Mafuyu's father asked.
"Yes, completely certain." For once, Jurou became serious. Mafuyu patted his arm to show that they stood together on this.
He really was the luckiest man in the world. Mafuyu did like the thought of raising a family, but she'd agreed to his decision to not have biological children. The main reason being that after Jurou's struggle with suicidal thoughts and self-loathing, he'd decided that he'd never have children in a system in which they'd be without proper mental health options. It had been pure luck that Mafuyu had been there for him and even with her love it had taken years of therapy to get to where he was now.
He chuckled at how her parents glanced at Miharu. She was going to be their only hope for biological grandchildren now, and he wished her luck. She was still nervous around guys and as far as he knew she hadn't even been in a serious relationship yet.
Maybe Hideo or Atsui could set her up with someone. Jurou owed her a lot, after all. When she'd first heard about their relationship, she'd been a bit antagonistic towards him. Understandable given her fervent love for her sister, but after Jurou had proven the extent of his love for Mafuyu, she'd acknowledged it as even greater than hers. Now she was their greatest supporter, she'd even spoken on their behalf when Mafuyu's parents had heard that their eldest daughter was in a relationship with a former student.
It was a fun night, definitely one he'd remember for all his life. A few friends got drunk and entertained them all with their antics. Plenty of people came up and congratulated them on their marriage.
Jurou was also glad to have his dance with Mafuyu. He'd learned in the past few months, although it had only taken her a few days to perfect all the moves. She had an impressive memory when it came to that, a relic of her figure skating days.
Hours later, when the food was eaten and the music died down to a calm beat, Jurou and Mafuyu bid all the guests goodbye. He bridal carried her out.
"Are you sure you can carry me all the way?" she asked.
He winked. "Don't worry, Mafuyu-chan. You're even lighter than you were back when I was a high schooler."
"I doubt it. You've just gotten stronger." She rubbed his arm, feeling the muscle. "A development which I appreciate."
"Hey, don't forget, we're supposed to stay together through sickness and through health. So even if I become a fat old man, you're stuck with me."
"Only if you do the same for a withered old woman."
"Always." He lifted her head up and their lips met in a brief kiss.
They reached the room, and she opened it for them. Finally, he set her down on the bed. It was decorated with pink and white flower petals.
"Come help me take this off." Mafuyu stood with her back to him, taking her hair out of the way of her dress. He unzipped it and pulled it down for her to step out of.
She was clad in black lingerie. The bra pushed up her already impressive chest into a mind-blowing display of the globes' beauty. The high-waisted garter belt clung to her shapely hips and straps went down to her thighs. The panties were lacy and showed off her flawless butt with only a small string climbing between her cheeks.
"Wow." It had an added effect as their first night as husband and wife, but Jurou would always love seeing Mafuyu naked.
"Time for you to undress, young man." She said in her teacher voice.
He couldn't strip fast enough. The jacket, dress shirt, and pants were all flung onto a nearby chair. At that moment, he was pushed down on the bed, laying on his back. Mafuyu sat on his chest, straddling it.
She traced his bare chest, smiling down at him with a hungry glint in her eyes. "While it has been nice to hear you call me Mafuyu-chan these past couple of years, right now I want another title. What do you think would be appropriate, Jurou?"
"Mafuyu-san?"
"No, something more."
"Mafuyu-sensei?"
"Ooh, I like that. But not for tonight, tonight I want something different. If you don't guess it soon, you'll be punished." She squeezed his nipple, a hint of how she'd twist and hurt him like a toy.
Jurou was hard as a rock. Mafuyu's transformation into a dominatrix had been an unbelievable journey. Even in high school he'd suspected she'd had the potential and after awakening it she was a sight to behold.
"Yes, Mafuyu-sama."
"Good boy. Now here's your reward." She lifted her butt off of him to peel off her panties. She got closer up and shoved her womanhood in his face. He knew what he had to do. It was time for him to serve her, to lick her, to nibble her. To please her until she was satisfied.
"Good. Good. That's goo-oh!" She shivered and continued grinding her pussy on his lips. After a few more minutes of licking, she lovingly patted his head. "That was nice, but it's time for the main event." She finally removed her bra, exposing the beautiful tits to his eager eyes. She claimed that they sagged more than they used to, but he couldn't tell. They were still as eye-catching as ever.
Mafuyu crawled backwards to position herself over his hard dick. She took hold of it and aimed it straight up. "Are you ready, Jurou?"
"Hell yeah!" He was more than ready. He was raring to go.
With torturously slow movements, she took his cock inside of her hot wet hole. She began to rock up and down, up and down. A steady rhythm that drove him crazy when he wanted to thrust away with total abandon.
His hands rode up to her breasts, the most perfect playthings in the universe. With the right pinch or grope he was rewarded with a sweet moan.
It was only a couple minutes later when he forced his hips up as much as he could and spurted all of his cum inside her. Normally his endurance would have been more impressive, but tonight he couldn't handle it. Not with Mafuyu's lingerie and the ring gleaming on her finger. She was his wife now. His wife.
She pushed herself off his softening penis and settled down in the bed beside him. She snuggled up against him. "Did you like my surprise?" she asked.
"Naughty girl, hiding such lewd lingerie under a pure white dress." He grinned. "I loved it."
She laughed. "It was exhilarating, wearing it in the presence of my parents and the other guests."
He became contemplative. "You see, I'm worried though. First the lingerie under your clothes, then forcing me to submit to you in bed. Where will it end? Are you going to become an exhibitionist nymphomaniac?"
She slapped his shoulder. "If I do, it'll be your fault. You taught me just how wonderful sex can be and the exquisite feeling of having a man under my fingertips." She twirled a finger around his chest. Then she reached for his right hand and traced the ring on his finger. "And this is my guarantee of permanent access to such delights. To make love with the man I love."
"Hmmm, speaking of that . . ." He indicated his hardening penis.
"So soon?" she said in a pleased tone. "Very well, how do you want me?"
"Like this." With a forceful push, he tipped Mafuyu over so she laid on her stomach. Then he positioned himself behind her ass. "Get to your knees."
She obeyed, raising her crotch so it was only inches away from his dick. He could see his cum leaking out of her and the sheen of her own fluids. He placed his hands on her round, firm ass and gave the right cheek a slap. It jiggled beautifully.
"I'm thinking of making your ass red," he said while kneading her butt. "What do you think?"
"I want to see your handprint, Jurou. I'm your wife now, so mark me. Mark me in a place only you're allowed to see."
He happily obliged and they made love once more.
Their relationship had been a rough, bumpy ride. While their early days had been the most problematic, they'd had their issues even after Jurou had graduated high school and finally matured. They'd learned to handle one source of tension. His sex drive had declined to more manageable levels for her while hers had risen, and they had methods for helping each other get relief. Their phones and computers had well-protected files of racy messages, photos, and videos they'd sent to each other. At other times they called each other and talked dirty to help the other masturbate.
There had been other issues too. Jurou's jealousy hadn't ended with Yuiga, but with her help he'd worked on his insecurities. His jealousy had been rooted in his self-loathing, which had also manifested as suicidal tendencies and low self-esteem. Even now there were scars from his teenage years, but with Mafuyu beside him he'd finally learned to love himself and to declare to the world that he did deserve her love.
He would dedicate his life to her, but not in the immature worshipful way he'd had when he was younger, but as an equal worthy of receiving the same dedication.
As Jurou lay in the night, listening to the sound of Mafuyu's breathing as she slept, he whispered in her ear. "Thank you. Thank you for everything."
And when she awoke the next morning, smiling down at his sleeping face, she told him those same words. It was the first of such exchanges between them as husband and wife, unknown to both of them and that much more sincere for it.