Tokyo, 1911

As the daughter of a wealthy and respectable politician, Tsuru knew well the importance of keeping up appearances. She'd been trained in the ways of etiquette and personal grooming from the moment she could walk, along with other skills such as needlework, tea ceremony, and flower arranging.

To those who knew her, she was a perfect lady and an example for other girls to strive towards. However, there was one thing that no amount of practice or pretense could do away with, and that was her sexual appetite. It only grew more intense with each passing year, and she would try to temper it by pleasuring herself late at night and reading erotic literature within the privacy of her chambers.

She longed for a tangible outlet with which to release her frustrations, and it came unexpectedly one day in the form of Hideo, the son of her father's late friend Yasuhiko. He was tall and quite handsome despite his harsh features, and this awoke something primal within her every time she laid eyes on him. In addition, he exhibited immense skill and dedication when it came to the art of kendo, often training for hours on end while honing his muscular body to perfection.

Tsuru had the privilege of witnessing a match in which Hideo displayed a complete lack of mercy and hesitation against his opponent, striking relentlessly until the other fighter was down and he had to remove his mask to reveal a flushed and sweat-soaked face. Even so, his eyes remained fierce, and in that moment, she was convinced that he was a fearsome warrior of old reincarnated in a Meiji era body.

He clearly needed an additional way to expend his boundless energy, and Tsuru became determined to fulfil that obligation for him sooner or later. She visited a shrine to pray for a chance to join him in matrimony, and sure enough, her wish was granted when it was announced by her father that Hideo had been chosen as her future husband.

The wedding preparations began, and Tsuru made for a beautiful and elegant bride as expected. She smiled demurely all throughout the ceremony, concealing her lust with great effort until she accompanied Hideo to his house and joined him in his bedroom.

Unfortunately, as they sat beside each other, it became apparent that he was keener on recounting a past kendo match than becoming intimate with her. Tsuru's impatience reached a breaking point, and she took matters into her own hands by grabbing his firm shoulders and pinning him down on the bed.

He reacted to her advance with panic and indignation, thus dulling her spirits and leaving her in despair that they would never consummate their marriage at such a rate. And, to make matters worse, Hideo had even gone so far as to stand up and direct his anger at an invisible target, like some madman who had lost his grasp of reality.

No amount of apology from her new husband could satisfy Tsuru afterwards, so it was with reluctance that Hideo eventually agreed to bed her, thus bringing a degree of relief despite it being intended only as compensation.

To be continued...

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A/N: I thought I'd rewrite the events in the previous chapter from Tsuru's perspective, since she is Yukari's mother, and therefore quite important despite her miniscule presence in the main story.

There is a third part to this, but I'm keeping it on DeviantArt for the time being, since it gets a bit unhinged.