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Heroines in Trouble, Ch 101-105
🕑 Added 2025-11-25 19:41:32 +0000 UTCChapter 101 – Where's Today's Cosplay Outfit, Eliza?
Maybe she’d heard that name before... on a cultural program, or in an award ceremony interview... but she couldn’t immediately place a face to it.
After all, for Touma Youko, everything outside the world of music was just meaningless background noise.
“Fujiwara-san,” she said, pushing the thought aside and focusing on what truly intrigued her. “Forgive me for being blunt, but your piano technique is astounding. May I ask who your teacher was? Perhaps… a student of the Russian school... someone from the Neuhaus lineage? Or maybe a successor of the German-Austrian master Kempff?”
In her mind, anyone capable of producing such a performance had to have been taught by a legendary name in piano history.
“I don’t have a teacher,” Seiji replied simply.
“What?” Youko froze for a moment.
“No teacher? Impossible!”
Her heart shook even harder than it had when she’d heard him play.
Modern piano is a discipline refined over centuries... a deeply structured art built upon generations of accumulated wisdom. Every motion, every fingering, every subtle pedal use... each came from the knowledge of countless masters.
Self-taught?
One could maybe learn a few pop tunes that way. But to reach the level of mastery she’d just witnessed? Absolutely impossible... unless...
Unless he himself was a once-in-a-century genius... someone on the same level as Mozart or Liszt.
That thought made Youko’s gaze shift.
It was no longer simple curiosity... it was recognition. The kind that only one prodigy could feel for another.
She herself had been called a genius. So she knew better than anyone what that word really meant... the loneliness, the alienation, the way ordinary people could never understand you.
And now, she had met another one.
"Fujiwara-san seems quite fond of Fazioli pianos," Youko said, changing the topic slightly, hoping to learn more about him through conversation. "Its tone is indeed clear and bright, but because of that, it demands absolute control. A single mistake can make it sound thin and harsh."
“I just like how honest it is,” Seiji said calmly. “It reflects exactly what I want to express... whether strength or softness.”
“Honest…” Youko repeated softly, understanding flickering in her eyes.
The two of them drifted into conversation... an exchange that sounded almost esoteric to anyone else listening.
They talked about the craftsmanship of Italian pianos, the philosophical depth of German classical music, the hazy harmonies of French impressionism, the passionate rhythm of Argentine tango…
No matter how obscure or technical the subject, Seiji responded with ease.
His vast knowledge and extraordinary artistic sense shattered Youko’s expectations again and again.
She found herself feeling like a student before him.
All the expertise she’d taken pride in suddenly felt shallow.
He stood at a higher plane... overlooking the entire river of musical history, understanding every genre, every composer, every school of thought as though he had lived through them himself.
What a terrifying young man, Youko thought.
And for the first time, a strange idea surfaced... one she’d never had before.
Maybe… maybe her daughter Kazusa should meet this boy.
Kazusa’s withdrawn personality left her with no real friends besides the piano. But if she met someone her age who could truly understand her through music, maybe... just maybe... it would help open her heart.
At that moment, Manager Tanaka hurried over, his face plastered with a nervous smile.
“Fujiwara-san! Touma-san! Forgive me for interrupting!” He bowed deeply. “The replacement parts for the Fazioli have been installed. Would you like to test it again?”
Seiji nodded and returned to the now-restored piano.
He sat down, placed his hands on the keys, and played a few chords and scales, testing the feel and tone.
Clear. Bright. Perfect.
Touma Youko joined him, watching his focused profile... and the thought that had taken root earlier only grew stronger.
After a moment, she asked hesitantly, “Fujiwara-san, may I ask… could you play another piece? I’d like to record it on my phone, if that’s all right.”
Her request drew the attention of the nearby crowd.
“Yes! Please, sir, one more piece!”
“I was so mesmerized earlier I forgot to record it... please, just one more!”
Under their eager gazes, Seiji chuckled softly.
“Sure.”
After all, this life... this second chance... was meant to be enjoyed.
He closed his eyes for a brief moment, then began.
What flowed from his fingers this time was no longer wild and passionate, but gentle, dreamy, and tender.
Liszt’s “Liebesträume No. 3.”
If “Gypsy Rondo” had shown his power, this piece revealed his warmth.
The melody was like a lover’s whisper, like moonlight wrapped around an embrace... overflowing with love and longing.
The audience was completely entranced.
The elegant woman from earlier felt her eyes grow misty. The music reminded her of a first love long past... painful, beautiful, and forever unfinished.
Manager Tanaka stood frozen, as if hypnotized. This performance outshone every concert he had ever attended.
Touma Youko quietly recorded the scene, her heart rippling as the pure emotion of “love” filled the air. For the first time in years, she felt something inside her being gently stirred.
When the final note faded, silence blanketed the room... then erupted into thunderous applause.
Seiji stood, waved casually to the crowd, then walked toward Touma Youko.
“Add me on LINE,” he said, pulling out his phone. “Send me the video later.”
“Y-yes, of course!” Youko said, snapping out of her daze and fumbling for her phone. They exchanged contacts. “I’ll send it right away.”
“Good.”
Seiji pocketed his phone, gave a faint smile, and left the piano hall under everyone’s awestruck gaze.
Later, in the car back to her hotel, Touma Youko still couldn’t calm down.
She opened the video she had recorded, and the more she watched, the more astonished she felt.
Without hesitation, she opened another chat and sent it to her daughter... Touma Kazusa.
Along with a short message:
[Kazusa, I met an incredibly talented young man in Ginza today. Take a look.]
In a small apartment far away, Touma Kazusa sat at her piano, wearing loose pajamas and messy black hair, lazily practicing scales.
“Boring piece…” she muttered under her breath.
Her phone chimed.
She glanced at it... it was a message from her mother, who she rarely saw in person. She almost ignored it… until the words “incredibly talented young man” caught her attention.
“Talented, huh?” she scoffed. “For her to call someone talented, he must be pretty damn good.”
With a mix of annoyance and curiosity, she opened the video.
The familiar, tender melody of “Liebesträume” filled the room.
At first, her expression was indifferent.
Then it changed... to surprise, to disbelief, to complete shock.
She stood abruptly, leaning close to the screen, eyes wide.
“Th-this is…”
The flawless technique, the emotion that poured from every note... it overwhelmed her.
She instinctively compared his playing to her own.
And the result made her chest tighten.
She had lost.
Completely.
Then she noticed the boy’s side profile on the screen... it looked oddly familiar.
“Wait… that’s…!”
She rushed to her computer, typing rapidly into the search bar.
Moments later, an image popped up... from a literary award ceremony.
“It really is him! The youngest winner of the Rampo and Naoki Prizes... Seiji Fujiwara!”
Kazusa’s jaw dropped. “I can’t believe it… Fujiwara-san... the author... is that good at piano too?!”
She adored his novels, even owning every signed edition. To her, Seiji was a genius in literature, much like she was in music.
But she’d never imagined that the literary genius was also a musical one.
She grabbed her phone and frantically typed a message to her mother:
[Mom! That’s Seiji Fujiwara! The author! Is he still there?! I need his autograph!!!]
In the car, Touma Youko smiled faintly at her daughter’s string of exclamation marks, finally remembering Fujiwara’s other identity.
She sighed in mild regret... she hadn’t recognized him sooner.
[He’s already left. But I have his LINE. You’ll have another chance.]
Then she hesitated a moment before forwarding his LINE contact.
[If you can’t wait, add him yourself.]
In her Vienna apartment, Kazusa stared at the screen, frozen.
Her face flushed crimson.
Add him? Add my idol as a friend?
Would that be too forward?
Would he even accept?
And if he did… what would she say?
Her heart... usually calm except when playing piano... was now racing uncontrollably.
After a long struggle, she finally gave in to temptation.
Her trembling hand pressed “Send Friend Request.”
Meanwhile, Seiji was browsing another instrument shop in Ginza, idly admiring an expensive Stradivarius violin.
His phone buzzed.
He glanced at the screen... a friend request from someone named “Kazusa Touma,” with a note from Youko attached:
[This is my daughter, Kazusa. She’s a fan of your books.]
Seiji chuckled.
“Touma Kazusa, huh… now this is getting interesting.”
He knew well what kind of girl she was... a black-haired beauty as gifted as her mother.
Still, there was no rush.
He accepted the request and sent a short message:
[Hello.]
Then he slipped the phone back into his pocket and moved on.
On the other side of the world, Kazusa clutched her phone tightly, pacing her room in circles after receiving that single word.
She had no idea how to reply... but her heart wouldn’t stop pounding.
At the Starry live house office, the air was heavy.
Ijichi Seika stared at the “Final Notice: Commercial Property Reclamation” sheet, ruffling her short blonde hair in frustration.
“PA-san… I think this time it’s really over.” Her voice trembled. “The 917 compensation isn’t even enough to relocate and renovate. And there’s still six months left on the lease… the breach penalty and the bank loan, I... ”
“It’s okay,” PA-san sighed softly, pushing a cup of coffee toward her.
Her usual laid-back demeanor was gone, replaced by grim seriousness.
“Seika, you’ve been carrying this alone for too long.” Her voice was gentle but firm. “You can’t keep this from Nijika any longer. She deserves to know what’s happening with her family.”
“No!” Seika’s response was instant. “Nijika’s band is finally taking off! I can’t distract her now... I won’t!”
Neither of them noticed that the office door hadn’t been fully shut.
Just outside, a small figure trembled, her hand covering her mouth.
Ijichi Nijika’s expression was frozen in shock.
She had only come to bring her sister and PA-san some snacks... but what she overheard was a nightmare.
“Debt.” “Bankruptcy.” “Penalty.”
Each word hit like ice water.
She didn’t know how long she stood there before PA-san’s footsteps inside jolted her back to reality. Panicked, she turned and ran.
Inside, PA-san paused by the door.
Her eyes fell on a faint shoe print near the frame.
“…Nijika?” she murmured, crouching down.
A long sigh escaped her lips.
All their efforts to protect Nijika’s dream... and yet, she’d found out in the worst possible way.
At that same time, Seiji was driving through Tokyo with Kikuri Hiroi in the passenger seat.
He’d just rented her a new apartment and was now taking her to meet a well-known therapist in Narita who specialized in addiction recovery.
“Seiji, you really don’t have to go this far,” Kikuri muttered nervously, fidgeting with her sleeves. “I can handle it myself…”
“Really?” Seiji shot her a sideways look, half amused. “Then what about the half-empty bottle of sake you hid under the bed last night?”
Kikuri’s face turned crimson. She couldn’t say a word.
Seiji just chuckled and let it go, pulling out his phone to open another chat.
He typed a message to Shimizu Eliza:
[Where’s today’s photo? The cosplay one.]
Seconds later, her reply came... just a single character:
[.]
Seiji’s grin widened. He could almost picture the flustered blonde on the other end, fuming yet helpless.
Chapter 102 – PA-san’s Misstep
……
Seiji’s prediction was dead-on.
At that very moment, in her private little paradise piled high with doujinshi and cosplay outfits, Eliza Shimizu was gripping her phone so tightly her hands trembled with rage.
“Scum! Bastard! Devil! Demon!”
She spat out every curse she could think of under her breath. Her usually elegant face was flushed red with fury, and her long, beautiful golden hair had been tugged into a bird’s nest.
She wanted nothing more than to smash her phone over that man’s head.
But she couldn’t.
“AAAAAAAHHHH... !!!”
Eliza grabbed a magical girl body pillow and buried her face in it, letting out a muffled, helpless scream of frustration.
She felt like a butterfly trapped in a web... no matter how she struggled, she couldn’t break free from the threads spun by Seiji.
Eventually, she dragged herself off the bed and went to her wardrobe, packed full of cosplay outfits. After a long hesitation, she pulled out one that wasn’t too revealing...
……
Eliza Shimizu kept a close eye on Kikuri Hiroi’s attempts to quit drinking... supervising her every single day.
And as a price, or rather, as “hush money,” she had to fulfill a few special obligations.
For example, sending casual and cosplay “daily photos.”
Or saying good morning and good night to him in voice messages.
Eliza was furious enough to want to crawl through the internet and tear him apart, but she had no choice.
Seiji glanced at the cold period at the end of her latest message and began typing swiftly on his phone:
[So you don’t feel like sending anything, huh? That’s fine. I happen to have some free time this afternoon. The apartment you live in... what was it called again...?]
He stopped halfway through the sentence.
That alone was enough to make Eliza completely lose it on the other end of the call.
[I’ll send it!!!]
[I’ll send it right now!!!]
A flurry of angry texts followed by a photo.
In it, a blonde beauty wore a perfectly tailored combat outfit from a famous game, her curves accentuated by the tight suit. She flashed a V-sign at the camera, her face twisted in a snarl that could almost bite.
Seiji saved the photo, looking satisfied.
Meanwhile, Eliza, her anger still boiling over, immediately redirected her fury toward Kikuri Hiroi.
She called her and launched into a stern, thirty-minute lecture about “the dangers of alcoholism” and “personal responsibility.”
The pressure was so intense that even after hanging up, Kikuri was still shaking, wondering if she’d somehow offended her usually gentle and caring friend again.
Elsewhere... Shimokitazawa Academy.
During lunch break, on the rooftop.
Nijika Ijichi sat alone, listlessly poking at her bento.
Ryo walked up with her own lunch and sat down beside her. One glance, and she knew something was off.
Nijika was trying to act cheerful, but her forced smile couldn’t fool someone as perceptive as Ryo.
“Nijika,” Ryo said quietly, making sure no one else was around. “What happened?”
“Eh? N-No, nothing!” Nijika waved her hands frantically, panicking.
Ryo didn’t reply. She just looked at her silently.
Under that calm, steady gaze, Nijika’s composure crumbled.
“Ryo…”
Her eyes filled with tears.
“Ryo!!”
She threw her arms around her, sobbing, and told her everything she’d overheard in halting fragments.
Ryo listened quietly, gently patting Nijika’s back.
When Nijika’s sobs finally began to fade, Ryo murmured, “It’s okay. Things will work out.”
“But… I don’t know what to do…” Nijika sniffled.
“Nijika,” Ryo said meaningfully, “sometimes the answer lies with our side of the Snake.”
Nijika looked up, her tear-filled eyes wide and uncertain.
She stared at Ryo, unsure if she understood the hidden meaning behind her words.
Elsewhere, after finishing a long day at work, PA-san returned to her apartment.
She threw herself into her beanbag chair, rubbing her temples in frustration.
Starry's debt weighed on her and Seika like a mountain.
If Starry went under, not only would Seika go bankrupt—PA-san herself would have to start over, finding some boring office job.
That was absolutely unacceptable.
After thinking long and hard, a bold idea crossed her mind.
Seiji.
Yes... him.
After all, from what she’d heard, Seiji might be a womanizing scumbag, but judging by Ryo Yamada’s suspiciously well-kept lifestyle, he was also… generous with the women he was involved with.
A few tens of millions of yen in debt would probably mean nothing to him.
If she could get his help, all their problems would vanish.
As for the cost...
A complicated look flickered across PA-san’s face.
But soon, she made up her mind.
For Seika, for Nijika... and for her own lazy, comfortable way of life... she could afford to pay a small price.
She picked up her phone, opened LINE, and carefully worded a message to Ryo Yamada:
[Ryo-chan, do you know if Seiji-san has any favorite quiet bars he goes to? I’d like to get his autograph if I can find a chance to meet him.]
Ryo smiled as she read the message.
“Heh… didn’t expect PA-san to make the first move.”
Without asking any further questions, she pulled up the address of an exclusive, high-end bar in Tokyo from her favorites and sent it over.
Then, casually, she took a screenshot of the conversation... and forwarded it straight to Seiji.
In his car, Seiji opened his eyes at the notification sound.
He checked the message and raised an eyebrow.
So the legendary PA-san was reaching out to him?
One look at her cautious tone in the screenshot and he instantly guessed her motive... it had to be about Starry’s debt.
“Interesting.”
A smirk tugged at his lips. He decided he might as well go.
After all, he never turned down prey that came knocking.
Night fell over Shinjuku.
Inside a luxury rooftop bar accessible only by private elevator, PA-san sat rigidly in her seat.
She held a glass of whiskey that cost more than several days of her salary, her eyes darting toward the door every few seconds.
Every drink here cost a small fortune, but she’d had to buy one just to blend in... her “entry ticket,” she told herself as she sipped it slowly.
Her mind raced, rehearsing how to approach him.
Should she be direct and ask for help right away? Or start subtly, easing into the subject?
How could she seem neither desperate nor scheming... just enough to stir sympathy… or maybe, his protective instinct?
She waited anxiously for what felt like forever.
Her ice had long melted, and her second drink was nearly gone.
Just when she started wondering if Ryo had tricked her...
The bar door opened.
A wave of feminine gasps rippled through the quiet lounge.
PA-san looked up instantly.
A young man in a black tailored shirt walked in, guided by a server.
His handsome features looked like they’d stepped straight out of a manga panel, and the effortless confidence in his stride made it seem like the whole world was beneath his feet.
“Fujiwara-san! You’re here!”
“Fujiwara-san, what would you like tonight?”
Dozens of waitresses in revealing uniforms swarmed toward him like sharks smelling blood.
Other patrons raised their glasses, greeting him warmly.
Seiji handled it all with ease... returning polite, distant smiles to the women and nodding smoothly to the businessmen who toasted him.
He was a born socialite, perfectly in control of the scene.
PA-san watched from her corner booth, sighing inwardly.
“This jerk… he really is handsome.”
It was her first time seeing him in person, and she had to admit... he was even more attractive than the rumors and photos suggested.
No wonder so many women fell for him.
As she was thinking that, she noticed him turning... heading straight for her.
Her pulse quickened.
From his perspective, the woman sitting in the corner was stunning... an absolute gem.
Her fitted black dress hugged every curve of her mature, peach-like figure. Her long black hair flowed loosely over her shoulders, and her violet eyes shimmered under the low light like twin amethysts.
She radiated a strange mix of sultry charm and lazy otaku energy... a contradiction that made her all the more alluring.
Seiji’s lips curled into a knowing smile as he approached.
He slid into the seat across from her.
“Fujiwara-san… hello,” PA-san said quickly, snapping out of her daze. Her face shifted instantly into a composed, gentle smile, polite and harmless.
Seiji almost laughed.
Ryo had already told him about this woman’s “cunning” nature... but if she wanted to play innocent, he didn’t mind playing along.
“Hello,” he replied casually.
Then PA-san began her pitch.
She first thanked him for looking after Ryo Yamada, then smoothly steered the conversation toward Starry Live House’s recent financial troubles.
Finally, she mentioned... almost as an aside... that Seika was having a hard time dealing with a redevelopment issue.
As she spoke, she watched him carefully, hoping to catch a flicker of concern or sympathy.
But… nothing.
Seiji merely sipped his drink, expression unreadable... as if she were talking to the air.
“…”
PA-san froze.
She’d expected that, given his connection to Ryo, he’d at least show some interest, maybe even offer help.
But instead, he looked utterly indifferent.
She realized she’d miscalculated.
Recovering quickly, she put on an apologetic smile. “Ah, I’m so sorry, Fujiwara-san. I shouldn’t have brought up depressing topics right away. That was rude of me.”
Only then did Seiji finally speak, his voice calm but heavy with quiet authority.
“Do you know how many people try to talk to me every day?”
His tone wasn’t loud, but it carried an unmistakable pressure.
“I don’t listen to just anyone.”
He reached out and, to her shock, gently took her hand resting on the table.
His touch was warm, firm... completely enclosing her smaller, cooler hand.
PA-san froze. She wasn’t sure whether to pull away or stay still.
“In the old days,” Seiji went on, “a subject had to offer counsel to the king. A commoner visiting a noble had to bring a gift.”
His thumb brushed lightly over the back of her hand... a gesture filled with suggestion.
“Did you really think you could come to me empty-handed… and have me listen?”
PA-san was stunned speechless.
Her mind spun.
He was actually hitting on her.
And what’s more... he was dressing up his proposition as something perfectly reasonable!
He was openly threatening her, implying that without giving him something in return, her words were worthless.
At that moment, whatever illusions she’d had about him shattered completely.
Her polite façade cracked.
She gave a sharp, mocking smile.
“Heh… Fujiwara-san, you really do have an appetite. See a woman, and you just have to devour her, huh?”
Seiji didn’t even flinch. He simply released her hand, stood up, and walked toward the exit without a word.
The meaning was clear.
Either pay the price...
Or pretend this night never happened.
PA-san watched his retreating back and sighed softly.
It had come to this. There was no turning back now.
Muttering curses about Seiji’s entire family, she stood up and followed.
Outside, the night air was cool.
Seiji stood by the curb, calling for a chauffeur.
Moments later, a sleek black car pulled up.
He opened the rear door and climbed inside.
PA-san exhaled quietly, then followed suit... sliding into the seat beside him, her body brushing lightly against his.
The soft warmth of her curves and the faint scent of whiskey and perfume filled the space between them.
Seiji leaned back, a faint smile playing at his lips.
Tonight had just gotten interesting.
Chapter 103 – The Split Tongue
Because the chauffeur was still in the car, Seiji didn’t make any overt moves.
He simply reached out again and intertwined his fingers with PA-san’s, gripping so tightly that she couldn’t pull free.
The car soon arrived at a five-star hotel downtown, where Seiji kept a permanent presidential suite.
When the driver stopped, he politely excused himself.
“After you, PA-san,” Seiji said with a smile, holding the door for her.
Seeing the glittering hotel entrance, the last trace of hesitation in PA’s heart vanished.
She sighed, took his hand, and stepped out.
Meanwhile, back at Starry Live House, Ijichi Seika frowned at the clock.
The show was about to start, but their sound engineer still hadn’t shown up.
“Did she oversleep again?” she muttered, dialing PA’s number.
It rang for a long time before the call connected.
At that very moment, PA was in no position to think about sleeping in... she had just been swept off her feet, quite literally, the moment she entered Fujiwara’s suite.
Before she could react, he had lifted her up and laid her on the bed, closing in on her with teasing confidence.
Flustered and defensive, PA tried to push him away just as Seika’s call came through.
“Wait... it’s Seika!” she said quickly, grabbing her phone.
Seiji leaned back with an amused look while she answered.
“Hello? Seika?”
“PA-san! Where are you?! The show’s about to start!” came Seika’s frustrated voice.
“A-ah, sorry! Something urgent came up... really urgent! I might have to take the night off!”
“What? Take the night off?” Seika’s tone rose sharply. “You sound… weird. Are you sick?”
“N-no, no! Just a little cold, that’s all. Don’t worry about me. You handle things tonight... I’ll be back tomorrow!”
Before Seika could ask more, PA hung up.
Backstage, Seika frowned at the disconnected call. PA had sounded nervous... flustered, even... but with the live about to begin, there was no time to chase that hunch. She set the phone aside and got back to work.
In the hotel room, PA exhaled in relief. Thankfully, Seiji hadn’t pushed her while she was on the call.
Seiji chuckled. “What? You thought I’d make things awkward for you? I’m not the kind of man who hurts women who serve me.”
“Yeah, right,” PA muttered under her breath.
Unbothered by her sarcasm, Seiji resumed his slow exploration of her body. His fingers traced along her curves, savoring the fabric of her dress.
"What brand is this?" he asked casually, undoing the buttons at her back one by one.
"...Shibuya 109. On sale," she muttered.
"You have good taste." He continued, revealing more of her skin. "Measurements?"
"...What's it to you?"
"If you won't tell me, I'll just have to measure myself."
"...92, 60, 90." PA bit out the numbers, her face flushed.
"Very nice. And your weak spots?"
"I don't have any."
"Is that so?" Seiji smiled and let his fingers trail lightly across her lower back.
PA's body jolted like she'd been shocked, a strangled gasp escaping her lips.
"Found it."
Her face burned crimson. She hadn't expected her body to betray her so easily.
To salvage some dignity, she forced the conversation back. "I should warn you—don't get your hopes up."
"Oh? Why's that?"
"I'm frigid." PA kept her expression flat. "I've never felt anything from that kind of thing. Not interested, not responsive. Never have been."
It was the truth. Her whole life, she'd felt nothing.
"Heh." Seiji chuckled, unconvinced. "That's just because you haven't experienced proper technique."
"Technique?" PA scoffed openly. "I've read plenty of doujinshi and health guides. Nothing ever did anything for me."
She didn't believe this man could change that.
But Seiji proved her wrong.
"Here we go."
He didn't rush. That was the thing about Seiji. He never rushed.
He'd learned long ago that women like PA, the ones who built walls out of sarcasm and claimed they felt nothing, were the most fun to take apart. Piece by piece. Brick by brick. Until they were begging for more.
His fingers found the zipper at the back of her dress. Slow. Deliberate. The fabric parted with a soft hiss.
PA's shoulders tensed. "Taking your time?"
"Always." He slid the dress down past her shoulders. "Besides, you said it was on sale. Would be a shame to ruin it."
She snorted. Even now, she couldn't help being sarcastic. It was cute, in a way. Like a cat hissing while being cornered.
The dress pooled at her waist. Seiji took a moment to appreciate what he was working with.
Her body was nothing like Eliza's athletic build or Ryo's slender youth. PA was soft. Plush. The kind of body that belonged in Renaissance paintings. Heavy breasts with dusky nipples, already starting to pebble in the air-conditioned room. Wide hips. A slight softness to her belly that she probably hated but Seiji found appealing. This was a woman's body, not a girl's.
"92-60-90, huh?" He ran his hand along her waist. "Accurate."
"You measured?" She sounded annoyed.
"I have good spatial awareness."
His fingers traced up her side, feather-light. PA's breath hitched, but she kept her expression flat.
His thumb brushed against the underside of her breast. Nothing.
He moved on, tracing along her collarbone, down her sternum. Still nothing. She looked almost bored.
Then his fingers drifted lower, skating across her belly, and her stomach muscles clenched.
"Ticklish?" he asked.
"No," she said too quickly.
"Lie back," he said.
"I'd rather not."
"PA-san." His voice dropped, just a little. Not threatening. Just... firm. "Lie back."
She held his gaze for a moment. Something flickered in her eyes. Annoyance? Or something else?
She lay back.
He positioned himself over her, one hand braced beside her head. This close, he could smell her. Some kind of vanilla perfume, cheap but not unpleasant. Underneath that, the faint musk of nervousness.
"Last chance to back out," he said. "Once we start, I don't stop until I'm satisfied."
"Bold of you to assume you'll satisfy anyone."
Seiji laughed. Actually laughed. God, she was fun.
"I like you," he said. "You've got spirit."
"Great. Can we get this over with?"
"Impatient." He clicked his tongue. "Bad habit."
His hand slid down between her thighs. PA's legs were pressed together, a last line of defense. He didn't force them apart. Instead, he just rested his hand there, warm against her skin, and waited.
One second. Two. Three.
Her thighs parted. Just a fraction. Just enough.
Seiji smiled and slipped his fingers between.
She was wet.
Not soaking, not yet, but definitely wet. Her body had already started responding, even if her mind was still putting up a fight.
"Well, well." He ran his fingers along her slit, not penetrating, just exploring. "For someone who claims to be frigid..."
"Shut up." Her face was red. "It doesn't mean anything. It's just... physical."
"Mmm." He found her clit, a small nub hidden in her folds, and pressed down gently. PA's hips jerked. "Just physical, huh?"
"I... nngh..."
He rubbed in slow circles. Light pressure. Teasing.
PA's hands fisted in the sheets. Her breathing was getting heavier, but she was clearly fighting it. Gritting her teeth. Refusing to make noise.
Seiji liked stubborn. Stubborn meant the payoff would be better.
He kept up the slow torture, building the pressure gradually, watching her face. Her jaw was clenched so tight he thought she might crack a tooth. Sweat was beading on her forehead. Her hips kept twitching, small involuntary movements she probably didn't even notice.
"You can let go, you know," he said conversationally. "No one's watching."
"I'm not... holding back..." Her voice was strained. "I told you, I don't... feel..."
He slid a finger inside her.
PA's back arched off the bed. A sound escaped her throat, somewhere between a gasp and a moan. Her walls clenched around his finger, tight and hot.
"You were saying?"
"That... that doesn't..."
He curled his finger, searching. Found a rough patch along her front wall. Pressed.
"OH FUCK—"
PA slapped a hand over her mouth, eyes wide with shock. Seiji grinned and pressed again. Her whole body shuddered.
"Found it," he said.
"What... what the hell is..."
"Your G-spot." He added a second finger, stretching her open. "Didn't your doujinshi teach you about that?"
She couldn't answer. Her head was thrown back, mouth open, panting. Every time he pressed that spot, her legs trembled. Her walls kept squeezing his fingers like they were trying to pull him deeper.
So much for being frigid.
He worked her methodically. Fingers pumping in and out, thumb circling her clit. Building the pressure. Watching her unravel.
PA had given up trying to stay quiet. Small whimpers escaped her with every thrust of his fingers. Her hips were rocking against his hand, chasing sensation.
"That's it." He lowered his voice, speaking directly into her ear. "Stop fighting it."
"I'm not... I can't... something's..."
"I know." He sped up, fingers curling with every stroke. "Just let it happen."
Her breathing turned ragged. Her walls started fluttering around his fingers, clenching in rhythmic spasms. She was close. So close.
"Come for me, PA-san."
She shattered.
Her scream was muffled by her own hand as her body convulsed, clenching down so hard on his fingers it almost hurt. Seiji kept moving, kept stroking, drawing out the orgasm until she was writhing and sobbing and pushing weakly at his wrist.
When he finally pulled his hand away, his fingers were drenched.
PA lay there, chest heaving, staring at the ceiling like she'd just witnessed a miracle.
"That was..." She swallowed. "I've never... that's never happened before."
Seiji brought his fingers to his lips and licked them clean. PA watched, transfixed.
"We're just getting started," he said.
Something shifted in her expression. The sarcasm was gone. The defensive walls were crumbling. In their place was something raw and hungry.
"More." Her voice came out hoarse. "I want more."
Seiji smiled. This was the moment he'd been waiting for. The moment when they stopped resisting and started wanting.
"More?" He tilted her chin up. "You'll have to earn it."
"How?"
"Show me you want it. With your body, not your words."
PA's pride flickered across her face. The old her would have told him to fuck off. But the old her had never felt what she just felt.
"...Cheapskate," she muttered.
But she was already reaching for him.
Seiji let her fumble with his belt, her hands clumsy with lingering aftershocks. When she finally freed his cock, her eyes widened.
"That's..."
"Scared?"
"No." But her voice wavered. "Just... it's bigger than I expected."
He positioned himself between her thighs, the head of his cock nudging against her entrance. She was so wet that the tip slipped against her folds, sliding through the slickness.
PA tensed.
"Relax," he said. "I'll go slow."
He pushed forward. Just the head at first.
PA sucked in a breath. Her walls parted around him, tight despite how wet she was. He could feel her stretching to accommodate him, her body trying to adjust to the intrusion.
"You okay?"
She nodded jerkily. "Just... give me a second."
He held still, letting her get used to the feeling. Her face was scrunched up, not in pain exactly, but in concentration. Like she was cataloguing every sensation.
"More," she said finally.
He sank in deeper. Inch by inch. Feeling her walls grip and release, grip and release. She was impossibly tight. Every centimeter was a slow conquest.
When he bottomed out, PA let out a shaky moan.
"Full," she breathed.
He gave her a moment. Then he started to move. Slow at first. Long strokes.
"Good?"
"Yeah... oh god, right there..."
He'd found that spot again. PA's eyes rolled back.
He picked up the pace. Wet sounds filled the room. Her moans came in rhythm with his thrusts.
"Still think you're frigid?"
"I'm starting to think..." She gasped. "...I was just really bad at masturbating."
He laughed mid-thrust. She would've glared at him if she could focus.
He grabbed her hips, pulling her onto his cock. The new angle made her cry out.
Her walls were clenching around him, breath coming faster.
"I'm going to..."
Her second orgasm hit before she could finish. She screamed, walls clamping down so hard Seiji had to grit his teeth.
He fucked her through it.
When she came down, panting, he slowed.
"Want more?" He gripped her chin. "You'll have to work for it this time."
"What... what do you mean?"
He pulled out, ignoring her whimper of protest, and lay back against the pillows.
"Get on top. Show me what you can do."
PA stared at him, then at his cock, still hard and glistening with her juices. Something stubborn crossed her face.
"Fine."
She climbed on top, straddling his hips. Her thighs trembled as she positioned herself.
Slowly, she lowered herself down. Her eyes fluttered closed.
"This angle is deeper..."
She started rocking her hips. Awkward at first. Unpracticed. But she found a rhythm eventually, her breasts swaying with the motion.
He reached up and cupped them. PA gasped, her rhythm faltering.
"I can't concentrate when you... nngh..."
Her hips were moving on their own now, chasing sensation.
"Right there," she breathed. "Don't move, just let me..."
He stayed still and let her use him. Her movements became frantic.
Seiji sat up suddenly, pulling her against his chest. His mouth found her neck.
PA moaned. "I'm going to..."
"Then come."
She did, shaking apart in his arms.
When the tremors subsided, she slumped against him.
He tried to kiss her.
PA turned her face away sharply. Panic flashed in her eyes.
"No kissing?"
"Just... don't."
He didn't push. Grabbed her hips instead and started thrusting up into her.
The hour that followed broke her completely.
PA lay sprawled on the ruined sheets, her chest heaving, sweat cooling on her skin. Her thighs were trembling. Between her legs, she could feel his cum leaking out, warm and thick.
Her mind was completely blank. Her body ached in ways she'd never experienced.
She'd come more times than she could count.
She felt like her life had reached its peak tonight.
Even setting aside Seika's problems... she couldn't leave this man now.
Maybe becoming his regular fuck buddy or long-term lover wouldn't be so bad.
Seiji lit a cigarette, equally satisfied. PA's mature, voluptuous body and that lazy sensuality mixed with wild passion had given him something different from his other women.
Then PA remembered the real reason she had come.
Wrapping herself in a blanket, she sat up seriously. “About Starry Live House’s relocation issue…”
Seiji listened patiently this time.
“I understand the situation,” he said at last. “I can help.”
PA’s eyes lit up... until he added, “But I have one rule. I only help those who ask me personally.”
He met her gaze. "If Ijichi Seika comes to me herself... and pays the proper price... then sure, I'll handle a few tens of millions of yen. Hell, I could rebuild her an even better live house if I wanted."
PA froze. She knew Seika far too well... her pride, her stubbornness. There was no way that woman would ever humble herself to a man like Seiji.
Before PA could figure out how to respond, her phone rang again. It was Seika.
“Ugh, again?” PA groaned, glaring at Fujiwara, who raised his hands innocently.
She answered. “Hey, Seika. What’s wrong now?”
“PA-san, are you sure you’re okay? Your voice sounds kind of hoarse.”
PA’s heart skipped. After that exhausting hour, of course her throat was sore.
She coughed lightly. “No, no, I’m fine... just choked on some water.”
“You sure? You didn’t hurt that split tongue of yours again, did you? I’ve told you to get that fixed... what if it causes problems later?”
“…Split tongue?”
The words hit both PA and Seiji like thunder.
PA froze, mortified, not daring to look at him. Seiji, on the other hand, went from shock to fascinated excitement.
That explained her earlier hesitation... he’d never met anyone with that rare physical trait before.
“I’m fine, really! Just tired! I’m going to sleep now... bye!” PA blurted, hanging up in a panic.
When she turned back, she tried to laugh it off. "Ha... it's just a little condition, doesn't affect anything..."
Before she could finish, Seiji had already pushed her back down onto the bed.
"W-Wait!" PA yelped.
But the hungry gleam in his eyes told her there would be no waiting.
Chapter 104 – The Split Tongue is Amazing (Part 2)
"Let me go! You bastard! What are you doing?!" PA struggled angrily, but her strength meant nothing against him.
"Don't move." His voice left no room for argument. "Let me see."
He gripped her jaw and forced her mouth open.
"Mmph..." PA had no choice but to comply, revealing her pink tongue.
And there it was.
Like the forked tongue of a mythical serpent, split down the middle into two soft, pink tips.
The sight sent a jolt of excitement through Seiji's eyes.
He leaned down and kissed her without hesitation.
Under the deep kiss, PA's body quickly went limp. All her struggles melted into weak whimpers.
When she felt his increasingly dangerous presence and overwhelming strength, panic flooded through her.
"N-No more... Fujiwara-sensei... it was my first time... I don't have any strength left..."
"Is that so?" Seiji smiled and whispered in her ear. "Then let's try something different."
"Your mouth."
PA's mind went blank. In that moment, she cursed her loose-lipped friend Seika a thousand times over.
Seika, you idiot...!
What followed was hours of service that left her jaw aching and her mind numb.
The next morning, PA dragged her exhausted body out of the hotel, feeling like sugarcane that had been squeezed of every last drop.
Her mouth was sore.
The hours of intense "service" from last night left her without the strength to even speak properly.
Meanwhile.
Seiji was resting in the hotel's presidential suite.
Fresh from a shower, wearing a loose bathrobe, he savored the memories of last night's unique pleasures... along with the reward the system had just issued.
[Ding! Detected host successfully conquered 'Saito Philippa (PA-san)' (Stage One). Distributing reward...]
[Congratulations, host! Ability acquired: Advanced Livestreaming Knowledge!]
A massive flood of information about the "livestreaming industry" surged into his mind.
From how to select and configure the most high-end streaming hardware, to how to use various software to achieve the coolest streaming effects.
From how to negotiate the most favorable contracts with major streaming platforms, to how to outwit those shark-like talent agencies.
From how to create buzz and ride trending topics to guide online discourse, to how to maintain fan communities and cultivate core audiences...
All the knowledge about the livestreaming industry, both front-stage and behind-the-scenes, PA-san had mastered to an extreme degree.
After digesting this information, Seiji couldn't help but laugh out loud.
PA-san, behind the scenes, was actually a major gaming streamer on YouTube with hundreds of thousands of followers.
"Never judge a book by its cover, huh..." Seiji murmured to himself.
For him, this knowledge couldn't directly increase his assets.
But it could serve as an invaluable reference for operating and developing the talent division that Genesis would establish in the future.
In this internet age, traffic meant money.
And livestreaming was undoubtedly one of the fastest, most direct ways to acquire traffic.
...
...
While Seiji was contemplating his future business plans, elsewhere, the Puella Magi Madoka Magica project team far away in Kyoto had finally reached its successful conclusion.
"Everyone!"
At the project team's final all-hands meeting.
"After months of tireless day-and-night work, our Puella Magi Madoka Magica... all twelve episodes... have been officially completed!"
The animation director, a middle-aged man named Watanabe Shin, stood before the projector and excitedly announced the good news:
"And it has passed the final internal review!"
"Next, we can officially contact the major TV stations to discuss broadcast arrangements!"
Whoooosh—
The conference room erupted in thunderous applause and cheers.
Everyone's faces were filled with excitement and joy.
At the end of the meeting, Watanabe Shin specifically praised two newcomers by name.
"I want to especially thank our key animator Sawamura Eriri-san, and our script and concept team's Kasumigaoka Utaha-san!"
He looked at Eriri and Utaha sitting in the front row with an appreciative, kindly smile.
"These two have shown astonishing talent and ability far beyond what you'd expect from newcomers! They've injected countless moments of inspiration and vitality into our work! Let's give them another round of warm applause!"
The conference room once again resounded with applause.
Eriri and Kasumigaoka Utaha both bowed politely in thanks.
Of course, they were secretly delighted inside.
Director Watanabe's praise certainly had an element of recognizing their own abilities, but more than that, it was because of Fujiwara Seiji.
Seiji had been like an invisible talisman, clearing away all obstacles for them from the day they joined the project.
Of course, they didn't feel the slightest bit embarrassed about this.
They weren't the kind of naive little girls who would deliberately avoid "connections" because of so-called "pride."
Besides, they'd already been thoroughly devoured by that guy. They were bound to him for life.
Wasn't it perfectly reasonable to enjoy a few benefits?
...
After the project team completed a brief work summary, Watanabe Shin announced:
"I hereby declare that the Puella Magi Madoka Magica project team is, as of this moment, temporarily disbanded! Thank you all for your hard work!"
"Three days from now, the company will arrange for everyone to fly to Tokyo! There, President Fujiwara will personally host a grand celebration party for all of us!"
"Ooooohhhhh—!!!"
"Finally going back to Tokyo!"
"We get to see the real Fujiwara Seiji!"
The conference room once again descended into a sea of jubilation.
—
That night, Eriri and Kasumigaoka Utaha returned to their apartment.
They could finally get a good night's sleep.
Eriri lay in bed, hugging a golden-haired loser-dog plushie, murmuring as she drifted off to dreamland:
"Three days from now... I'll get to see Seiji..."
Meanwhile, Kasumigaoka Utaha was applying a face mask while typing something on her laptop.
A smile curved her lips as well.
"Seiji-kun, it's been almost two months since we've seen each other. Has your heart started to wander?"
...
Both of them were filled with anticipation for going to Tokyo in three days and seeing Fujiwara Seiji again.
...
...
The project team's flight information had already been sent to Seiji by Watanabe Shin in advance.
The day before the plane was set to land in Tokyo, Seiji reached out to both Utaha and Eriri.
"I'll pick you two up at the airport tomorrow."
He sent the message in their private group chat.
【Hmph, at least you have some conscience.】— Eriri.
【Hehe, is Seiji-kun worried that two weak women like us might get lost in unfamiliar Tokyo? How considerate~】— Utaha.
Looking at those familiar replies on his phone screen, Seiji's lips curved into a nostalgic smile.
He was already eager to see those two troublesome little minxes again.
...
...
Three days later. Tokyo Narita International Airport.
The project team's main group disembarked from the plane and waited in the hall for their luggage.
Eriri and Kasumigaoka Utaha had already stepped ahead, waiting at the international arrivals exit.
While waiting, they quietly discussed his recent life.
"Hey, Utaha," Eriri crossed her arms, her expression suspicious and wary. "Do you think that guy... these few months we weren't around in Tokyo... might have..."
"Might have what?" Kasumigaoka Utaha glanced at her and sighed with a shake of her head. "Might have behaved himself, eating vegetarian and praying to Buddha every day, waiting for us to come back and grace him with our presence?"
"...That's obviously not what I meant!" Eriri's face instantly flushed red.
"Hehe," Utaha chuckled softly, then said with absolute certainty, "I can guarantee he definitely wasn't behaving himself!"
"Living it up, surrounded by beauties, partying every night... that's exactly what suits his personality."
Eriri fell silent at those words.
Because she knew Utaha was probably right.
Two months... there were probably going to be a few more "sisters" to deal with.
The thought of the two of them working themselves to exhaustion every day in Kyoto while he was living the high life in Tokyo...
A strong sense of unfairness welled up in both girls' hearts.
"I've decided!" Eriri suddenly clenched her fist, her expression serious. "When we see him later, I'm absolutely not giving him a good attitude!"
"Oh?" Utaha raised an eyebrow.
"Wh-what's that supposed to mean?!"
"What I mean is," Utaha's face showed an expression of righteous solidarity identical to Eriri's, "this time, I agree with you!"
The two exchanged a glance and reached a consensus.
Absolutely no good attitude for that philandering playboy!
They had their pride too!
When he'd get a good attitude would depend entirely on Seiji's performance!
...
...
Meanwhile. Yamada residence.
Seiji changed into a casual suit and prepared to head out.
Before leaving, he came to Yamada Ryo's room and knocked on the door.
"Ryo, let's go."
"...Mm."
Ryo's voice came from inside the room.
A moment later, the door opened.
Yamada Ryo walked out wearing a neutral-style long outfit, her expression impassive.
Regarding today's meeting with Seiji's "other women," Seiji had already told her about it beforehand.
Ryo had long since mentally prepared herself.
Chapter 105 – Three Against One, Yet Unfazed
Ryo calmly followed Seiji and boarded the Bentley.
As for PA-san and Shimizu Eliza, in Seiji's view, although they could be considered his women, they ultimately hadn't yet gone through the "adjustment period" and hadn't fully joined his "harem" family.
And Hiroi Kikuri was even more so... just a harmless, good-for-nothing salted fish still busy treating her alcohol addiction.
So these three, for now, weren't urgent to bring out for introductions.
With Ryo on board, Seiji drove straight toward the airport.
Airport terminal.
Eriri Spencer Sawamura and Kasumigaoka Utaha... these two girls with vastly different styles yet equally possessing top-tier beauty... simply by standing there, naturally became the focal point of the entire terminal.
One with blonde twin-tails, exquisitely doll-like, radiating a tsundere aristocratic air.
One with black stockings and straight long hair, elegantly refined like a quiet maiden, brimming with a cool, aloof charm.
Their presence drew the attention of countless passersby.
"Wow... look over there! Those two girls are way too beautiful!"
"It's like they walked straight out of a 2D world!"
"Wonder if they have boyfriends?"
Countless men cast admiring gazes their way.
Some worked up the courage to approach and strike up conversation.
But every time, they were forcibly driven back by the powerful "stay away" aura radiating from those two beauties, left with no choice but to retreat.
Just then...
At the terminal entrance.
Seiji arrived.
His impeccably handsome appearance and tall, slender physique like a celebrity likewise drew countless people's attention.
Especially the women in the airport.
"Oh my god... who is that man? Some newly debuted idol?"
"So handsome... I think I'm in love..."
"And his aura is amazing!"
Unlike those men who only dared admire Eriri and Utaha from afar.
Modern women were far bolder and more direct.
Immediately, several fashionably dressed young women approached, attempting to get Seiji's LINE.
"Sorry, I'm waiting for someone."
Seiji smiled and politely declined all advances.
Then, under everyone's astonished gazes, he walked straight toward Eriri and Kasumigaoka Utaha.
He opened his arms in invitation.
The two beauties who moments ago wore "stay away" expressions... upon seeing him... had the ice on their faces melt like snow under sunlight.
Warm, blooming smiles spread across their faces.
"Finally here."
"We've been waiting forever."
The two girls pretended to complain, yet their movements were extremely intimate.
Left and right, they each took hold of his arms.
That intimate gesture proclaimed their relationship to everyone present.
All around, the sound of shattering glass hearts echoed.
Both Utaha and Eriri displayed small, pleased expressions on their faces.
They were somewhat satisfied with Seiji's entrance performance this time.
...
After picking up Utaha and Eriri.
Seiji briefly chatted with Watanabe Shin and other core project team members, expressing gratitude and appreciation, then arranged for company cars to take the employees to the five-star hotel the company had reserved near the old office building.
As for Utaha and Eriri, under everyone's envious, jealous, and resentful gazes, they were led to his car.
The two girls initially wore smiles on their faces.
Looking forward to the upcoming Tokyo trip.
Until they opened the car door and saw that blue-haired girl in a neutral-styled outfit sitting in the passenger seat with a detached air.
Eriri and Utaha's good moods instantly evaporated.
That feeling was like enjoying a delicious meal, only to suddenly discover a fly in the dish.
They'd guessed that Seiji had other women in Tokyo.
But they never imagined this man would actually bring a "newcomer" along to pick up these two "veterans"!
What was this?
A show of force?!
Instantly, the two beauties became intensely irritated.
The atmosphere inside the car plummeted to freezing.
Ryo understood this at a glance.
But she remained utterly calm.
She simply sized up these two women with powerful auras before her, then politely nodded in greeting: "Hello, seniors. I'm Yamada Ryo."
She even courteously addressed the two girls as "seniors."
Eriri and Kasumigaoka Utaha turned a deaf ear, treating her like air.
Their gazes, sharp as blades, stabbed fiercely at the culprit preparing to board the car.
Despite being glared at intensely.
Seiji's face was thick as a wall.
He acted as if nothing was wrong, completely ignoring those murderous glares, calmly boarding the vehicle.
"Tch!"
Utaha and Eriri had no choice but to get into the back seat.
The two girls wore frosty expressions, planning to settle accounts with Seiji once they reached their destination.
The vehicle drove toward the Yamada residence under this stiff atmosphere.
...
...
When the vehicle pulled into a standalone villa that looked expensive and full of modern design aesthetic...
The Yamada residence!
Seeing this house, Kasumigaoka Utaha and Eriri became even angrier.
They didn't need to ask... just from seeing the blue-haired girl's name, Yamada Ryo, and matching it with this house's surname, they could guess whose home this was.
Well then!
You, Seiji!
The two of us working hard outside, and you... you've gone and moved directly into another woman's house in Tokyo?!
Do you have no shame at all?!
"We've arrived, you two. Please exit the vehicle." Seiji smiled as he moved to open the door for them.
The two girls paid him no mind.
They silently grabbed their luggage, coldly brushed past Seiji, and walked into the house.
"Alright, let me introduce you to..." Seiji wasn't embarrassed, following them inside.
But the two girls still ignored him.
After scanning the house's layout, they went straight upstairs to select guest rooms, as if they were the actual owners here.
From beginning to end, they didn't speak a single word to Seiji.
"Pfft... " Behind him came Ryo's stifled laughter.
Seiji shrugged, unconcerned.
Shura battlefields were an indispensable part of harem life.
He'd anticipated this long ago and had full confidence he absolutely wouldn't capsize.
...
...
After putting away their luggage, Eriri and Kasumigaoka Utaha finally returned to the living room, both looking displeased.
Ryo was very "understanding."
"Seniors, please have some drinks."
She prepared beverages and snacks for them, placing them on the living room coffee table with a respectful attitude.
However, what she received in return was an even more explosive powder keg atmosphere.
"Oh, these cups look really high-class."
Utaha picked up her glass with sarcastic undertones.
"They must be quite expensive, right? Thank you for your trouble, Yamada-san, using such fine cups to serve us two 'old flames.'"
Eriri played the perfect straight man beside her: "Exactly! And this house is so big! Not much worse than the villa we stayed at in Kyoto! Seiji, your taste is really quite good!"
However, Ryo simply responded with breezy indifference:
"Not really. The house is my parents', the cups Seiji bought."
One sentence deflected all attacks to nothing.
She'd heard plenty of these roundabout barbs during her rock band days... they had zero killing power against her.
During the three-way verbal sparring.
Seiji sat calmly on the other end of the sofa, completely detached from it all.
After all, verbal exchanges were part of the process for "good sisters" to get familiar with each other.
However, this "exchange" escalated.
After several consecutive rounds of verbal probing failed to gain any advantage from Ryo, veins subtly bulged at Utaha's temples...
And the constantly composed Ryo, after being continuously provoked for over ten minutes, also faintly showed small movements of wanting to grab the bass beside her and smash it across.
Only Eriri, the weakest "straight man" in combat power, trapped between two women with powerful auras, began trembling.
Regretting why she'd participated in this terrifying war.
Seiji realized the timing was about right.
It was time for him, the "family head," to step forward and suppress things.
He slowly rose from the sofa.
This movement instantly captured the three girls' attention.
"Alright, stop arguing."
Under the three girls' surprised gazes, he said with sincere gravity: "You are all my wings."
The atmosphere momentarily stiffened.
"Huh? Wings?"
After hearing this, Utaha and Eriri simultaneously scoffed, their faces clearly reading "what nonsense is this scumbag spouting."
Completely unimpressed.
And Ryo coldly added: "Broken wings aren't needed. Better to remove them in advance."
Seiji sighed helplessly.
It seemed verbal persuasion no longer had any effect.
Then, there was only... handling things personally.
The next second...
He moved, striding quickly behind Utaha and Eriri.
Amid their startled cries, one hand each, he scooped both girls up by the waist!
"Ah... !"
"Seiji! You pervert! Put me down!"
Seiji ignored their struggles, effortlessly "placing" them on the rosewood table in the center of the living room.
At the same time, he signaled with his eyes to Ryo on the sofa.
"You lie down too."
Utaha and Eriri struggled indignantly, trying to climb off the table.
But Seiji merely extended both hands...
One hand pressed Kasumigaoka Utaha's ticklish waist hollow,
The other grasped Eriri's thigh-high stocking-clad calf.
In just an instant...
Both girls went limp as if all their bones had been removed, no longer able to move.
Ryo watched this scene and pursed her lips. Though somewhat displeased inside,
She still obediently walked over and lay down.
Thus...
An absurd yet arousing scene appeared in the Yamada residence's living room.
The blonde twin-tailed tsundere ojou-sama,
The black-stocking, straight-haired, scheming senior,
The neutral, aloof, handsome girl.
Three top-tier beauties with vastly different styles lay side by side on the table before him.
Their expressions showed varying degrees of shame and indignation, but all contained a hint of helpless resignation.
Looking at this vividly sensual scene, Seiji's lips curved slightly.
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Sorry for the delay. I'll post more chapters tomorrow. As for the Eliza smut, there will be more opportunities in the future. I
Comments
KotoriEx
thx for the chap ,, Eliza smut!!! good to know >,,<
