Can I Marry Atobe?

Can Keigo Atobe Really Be Married Off?

Yes. Not only can he, I want to sleep with him.

Those were the only thoughts in Doumyoji Kaori’s mind as she watched Keigo Atobe lift his shirt to wipe away sweat and reveal his abs at the Hyotei tennis courts.

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Doumyoji Kaori, the second daughter of the Doumyoji family and Tsukasa’s twin sister, is seventeen and facing an arranged marriage chosen by her family.

After seeing her eldest sister Tsubaki compromise for love and marry into an American shipping family, only to end up unhappy, she finally understood: If she could not resist, she should at least choose someone easy on the eyes, easy to touch, and so appealing she would happily take a bite with her eyes closed!

Her mother, Mrs. Kaede, was domineering but soft-hearted. She reluctantly gave Kaori the freedom to choose for herself, on the condition that she get engaged soon and not pull the same free-love stunt as her older sister.

Kaori had lived in America with her sister and met countless heirs from wealthy families. They were all overhyped fakes, slick and boring, and made her frown in disgust.

That was until she came across a photo of Keigo Atobe. The boy in the picture had an audacious look in his eyes, and his aristocratic air was in his very bones. His face was like a showpiece of God’s artistic skill. Only today did Kaori truly understand the words “a sight to behold.”

She casually looked through his family’s background, and her eyes lit up even more: Atobe was the only son in his family, and their business interests were highly complementary to those of the Doumyoji family. If the two powerful families joined forces, the whole business world would tremble.

Kaori was stunned on the spot, then turned around and called Mrs. Kaede overseas. “With a top-tier match like this, why isn’t he at the top of your list? Why are you keeping him under wraps?”

On the other end of the call, Mrs. Kaede sounded helpless. “The Atobe family has only this one heir, and they treasure him like the apple of their eye. His parents let him make his own decisions. Whether an arranged marriage happens depends entirely on Keigo Atobe’s agreement. We can’t force it.”

Can’t force it?

Doumyoji Kaori raised an eyebrow and smiled. “I’ve never failed to get something I wanted. The only thing I’m worried about is that he might be a catfish, with a face and body that don’t match the pictures.”

So she flew from America to Japan that very night, determined to inspect the merchandise in person.

The moment she arrived at the Hyotei tennis courts, she was completely spellbound.

The afternoon sun outlined the boy’s figure in a dazzling golden glow. A powerful smash hit the ground, and his shoes scraped across the court, kicking up fine dust. He won the game, casually wiped the sweat from his temple, hooked his fingers under the hem of his soaked shirt, and nonchalantly lifted it

His eight-pack was sharply defined and beautifully toned, sculpted by years of tennis training. Glittering beads of sweat rolled down the grooves of his abs and disappeared into his lean waist. Even the outline of his V-line was enough to make her throat go dry.

Doumyoji Kaori stood outside the fence, frozen in place.

Her face still wore the graceful composure engraved in the DNA of the Doumyoji family’s eldest daughter. A faint, perfectly measured smile rested on her lips, and to anyone watching, she looked like a perfectly well-bred young lady from an illustrious family.

But only she knew that fireworks were exploding in her brain, and her inner groundhog scream had already burst through the roof of her skull. One thought repeated over and over: Mom! I want to marry this man! I want to marry him right now!!

Later, when she told Mrs. Kaede she wanted to pursue an arranged marriage, she went on and on about “highly complementary business interests,” “a powerful alliance that would strengthen the family’s position,” and “a perfect match between equals.” Only she knew these were all respectable-sounding excuses she came up with afterward.

The first time she saw that face, Kaori knew she was done for.

The second time she saw that waist and that perfect body, she had already imagined eight hundred times what kind of lace lingerie she would wear on their wedding night, which private island they would visit for their honeymoon, and what they would name their children.

Watching the boy on the court look dazzlingly elegant even as he drank water, Kaori had only one thought left:

Can Keigo Atobe really be married off? Yes! Absolutely!

Theme: Nobility does not come from blood, but from the heart.