The next morning — Tokyo District Court.
"W-What do you mean, rejected?!" Jiro Kato's voice cracked with disbelief.
The court clerk's expression remained impassive. "As I said, after reviewing the application, the judge has determined it to be improperly filed. The guardianship petition is dismissed."
The two instantly deflated, not daring to ask another question.
Meanwhile, Lawyer Tanaka, standing to the side, keenly sensed an ominous atmosphere. The situation was spiraling beyond his control.
However, before the three of them could communicate clearly about what was happening.
Suddenly, a squad of uniformed police officers came striding from the other end of the corridor, heading straight toward them.
The lead officer, his expression stern, produced a detention warrant.
"Ichiro Tanaka?"
"Y-yes, that's me..." Lawyer Tanaka's heart instantly sank to the pit of his stomach.
"You're suspected of document forgery, commercial fraud, incitement to perjury, and multiple other charges. Come with us!" The officer said while pulling out handcuffs.
"Wait a minute! On what grounds are you arresting me? I'm a lawyer, I know the law! Where's your evidence?" Lawyer Tanaka attempted a final struggle.
"Evidence?" The arresting officer sneered, then rattled off like reciting a menu, "Three years ago, the 'Sato Construction' case... you took thirty million. A year ago, the 'Suzuki couple' divorce case... you colluded with the opposing lawyer... Should I continue, Lawyer Tanaka?"
Hearing these words, Lawyer Tanaka's face instantly turned deathly pale.
He immediately realized he'd provoked someone powerful.
Otherwise, there was no way his entire background could have been exposed so thoroughly.
He stopped talking, immediately became extremely compliant, and obediently extended both hands.
"Smart choice." The officer smiled contemptuously and cuffed him before leading him away.
Meanwhile, Jiro Kato and Kazuko Kato stood frozen, already scared witless by this sudden turn of events.
Before they could even react, another group arrived before them.
At the front were several lawyers in expensive suits, with another squad of police behind them.
"Jiro Kato-san, Kazuko Kato-san." One of the lawyers pulled out documents, his voice ice-cold. "We're from Kuroiwa Law Firm. We're now prosecuting you both for attempted fraud, coercion, and multiple past criminal activities. This is an arrest warrant. Please cooperate with the police."
"It's a misunderstanding! All a misunderstanding!"
"We didn't! We didn't do anything!"
The couple screamed in terror, shouting their innocence. But the cold handcuffs still mercilessly fell upon their wrists.
The moment that metallic chill touched their skin, they seemed drained of all strength, their legs giving way as they collapsed to the floor, their faces completely drained of color, showing only deep fear.
They were dragged by police like dead dogs toward the police cars outside.
This dramatic scene at the courthouse drew countless onlookers, who watched and discussed among themselves.
Meanwhile, in a corner, the young man who'd been filming with his phone, having captured this entire sequence, stopped recording with satisfaction. He sent the video to his superior immediately.
...
Moments later, the video was forwarded to Seiji's computer.
Eight o'clock sharp in the morning.
Seiji's computer chimed with an email notification.
He opened the email, clicked on the video, and watched it through from beginning to end, a satisfied smile appearing on his face.
"Good efficiency."
After watching the video, Seiji opened LINE and sent a message to the head of Kuroiwa Law Firm.
[Fujiwara-sensei's matters are our firm's highest priority!]
The response came almost instantly, followed by a long string of extremely fawning and flattering words, expressing how serving Seiji-san was their supreme honor.
After the flattery, they tactfully took their leave.
The timing was perfectly calibrated... comfortable without becoming tiresome.
"Truly worthy of elite lawyers from a prestigious firm. Their sense of propriety in interpersonal dealings is perfect."
Seiji sighed admiringly, then closed the chat window.
...
...
Morning sunlight streamed into the guest room.
Megumi awoke amid unfamiliar softness.
She opened her eyes, staring at the unfamiliar ceiling, feeling several seconds of bewilderment.
After a while, she sorted out the situation.
"That's right, this is Fujiwara-sensei's home."
Megumi Kato's expression remained bland as she rose with what seemed like a sigh.
She entered the bathroom attached to the room, freshened up, then walked out.
...
In the living room.
Seiji turned his head and saw the guest room door open, a lovely girl with an ethereal presence emerging.
"Awake? Sleep well?" He smiled and beckoned to the girl. "Come here."
"Yes, Fujiwara-sensei."
Megumi Kato's gaze flickered slightly as she walked over.
However, Seiji didn't do anything she'd anticipated. He simply turned his laptop around so the screen faced her.
"Watch this video first." Seiji said.
"Video?"
Megumi Kato, with a trace of confusion, directed her gaze toward the screen. She extended a finger and clicked the play button.
The video footage was somewhat shaky, seemingly shot on a phone.
The scene was outside the district courthouse.
In the frame, her arrogant and domineering uncle and aunt, along with that hypocritical Lawyer Tanaka, were being informed by staff, their faces blank, that their guardianship application had been unconditionally rejected.
Seeing this, Megumi Kato couldn't help but freeze.
Then the scene took a dramatic turn. A squad of police suddenly appeared, using handcuffs to directly arrest Lawyer Tanaka who was still clamoring about legal procedures. Another squad of police and several imposing lawyers in black suits announced arrest warrants to her uncle and aunt, who instantly turned pale with fright.
The video's finale showed her uncle and aunt, legs giving out, collapsing to the ground and being dragged away like dead dogs by police in a pitiful display.
Watching this process gave Megumi Kato immense satisfaction.
Soon.
The video finished playing, the screen going dark.
But Megumi remained motionless for a long time, those eyes usually so calm now stirring with tremendous waves.
The trouble that had plagued her for over a month, leaving her helpless, had been resolved so simply by Seiji!
This kind of power was too overwhelming for a high school girl.
"Satisfied?"
Seiji's voice pulled her back from her daze.
Megumi returned to her senses, looking at this man who remained so composed, gratitude and awe rising in her heart.
She knew the price she'd paid was insignificant compared to this "salvation" she'd received.
For the first time, the girl's bland face displayed intense emotional fluctuation.
She stepped back and bowed deeply to Seiji, a ninety-degree bow.
"Thank you for your help." Her voice carried a trace of irrepressible trembling. "The result completely exceeded my expectations. Thank you so much!"
"Get up, no need for that." The smile at Seiji's lips grew even richer as he raised a hand. "After all, it's a transaction. I've also gained something."
Megumi straightened, answering softly: "Yes."
But in her heart, she understood perfectly that this was no equal transaction at all.
It was only Seiji's generosity toward women that had allowed her to fortunately receive this enormous help.
"However, regarding the details of the transaction, I seem to have left something unclear earlier." Seiji said leisurely. "When I said 'be my woman,' it's not something as simple as three days or a couple of days."
He gazed into the girl's eyes, speaking word by word:
"Rather, it has no time limit. For a lifetime, you'll be my woman."
Megumi Kato, hearing this, only showed a moment's surprise before quickly regaining her composure.
"...I understand." She nodded gently, answering in a matter-of-fact tone. "It should naturally be this way. Otherwise, it wouldn't be enough to repay everything you've done for me."
Seiji, watching her calm reaction, showed a flash of surprise in his eyes, which then transformed into even deeper interest.
"Very good." He smiled, reaching out to encircle her slender waist. "Then now, it's your turn to fulfill the conditions of the transaction."
With a slight exertion, he drew her entire body into his embrace.
The girl's body was thin, yet not skeletal. Through the thin fabric, he could feel a sensation unique to young girls... firm and resilient.
Simultaneously, a faint fragrance... like body wash mixed with a girl's natural scent... entered his nostrils. Very pleasant.
Seiji lowered his head, examining this adorable face at close range.
No makeup, no embellishment, yet possessing a kind of natural refinement. Especially those lips... pink in color, full in shape, like a cherry waiting to be plucked, emanating a silent invitation.
Megumi Kato's cheeks instantly flushed bright red.
But she didn't resist, simply allowing Seiji to draw her into his embrace, that aggressive masculine aura instantly enveloping her.
"Open your mouth." Seiji leaned down to kiss her.
Megumi obeyed. His tongue pushed past her lips, exploring her mouth slowly, thoroughly. She whimpered against him as his hands moved—one cradling the back of her head, the other sliding down to her waist, pulling her closer.
He broke the kiss, and she gasped for air. But he didn't give her time to recover. His lips found her neck, trailing soft kisses down to her collarbone while his hands roamed over the thin fabric of her dress.
"Fujiwara-sensei..." she breathed, her voice trembling.
He pulled her onto his lap on the sofa, her legs straddling him. Through the fabric, she could feel him hardening beneath her. His hands slid up her thighs, pushing the hem of her dress higher as his mouth returned to hers.
She felt his fingers trace along her inner thigh, teasing, never quite reaching where her body was starting to ache. Her hips shifted involuntarily, seeking more contact.
He smiled against her lips.
His hand finally cupped her through her panties, and she jerked in surprise at how good even that simple touch felt. He rubbed gently, feeling the dampness already soaking through the thin cotton.
Megumi's face burned with embarrassment, but her body responded on its own, pressing into his hand.
He stood suddenly, lifting her with him. She wrapped her legs around his waist instinctively as he carried her toward the bedroom.
He laid her on the massive bed and stood over her, slowly unbuttoning his shirt. His eyes never left her trembling form.
He reached down and found the zipper at her back, pulling it down in one smooth motion. The blue fabric fell away as he slid it off her body, leaving her in plain white underwear.
Seiji climbed onto the bed and kissed her again, harder, while his hands roamed. He unclasped her bra and tossed it aside, cupping her breasts, rolling the nipples between his fingers until she arched with a surprised moan.
His mouth trailed down—neck, collarbone, chest. When his lips closed around one nipple and bit down lightly, Megumi gasped and grabbed the sheets.
"Fujiwara-sensei—!"
His hand slipped between her thighs, pressing against the damp fabric. She was already wet. He rubbed slow circles through the cotton before pulling the panties down and spreading her legs apart.
Megumi tried to close them instinctively, but his grip held firm.
He stroked her bare slit, parting the folds, teasing the sensitive bud until broken whimpers escaped her. When he pushed a finger inside, she cried out. He worked it in and out, added a second, stretching her while she squirmed beneath him.
Her hips started moving on their own, grinding against his hand.
He withdrew his slick fingers and brought them to her lips. Megumi hesitated, face burning, but opened her mouth and cleaned them obediently.
Seiji freed himself from his pants. Her eyes widened.
"It won't—"
He positioned himself at her entrance and thrust forward in one stroke, burying himself completely.
Megumi screamed. Tears sprang to her eyes as he broke through. He gave her only a moment before he started moving—deep, hard strokes that knocked the breath from her lungs.
The sharp pain slowly gave way to something else. A fullness. A friction that sent sparks through her body. Each thrust hit places she didn't know existed, and her cries began to change.
He grabbed her hips and angled them upward, driving deeper. She wrapped her arms around his neck, clinging to him as pleasure built in waves.
He flipped her onto her stomach, pulled her hips up, and took her from behind. The new angle made her bury her face in the pillow, muffling her moans.
When his fingers found her clit while he pounded into her, Megumi shattered. Her orgasm crashed through her, her whole body convulsing as she screamed.
He didn't stop. He kept going through her climax until she was trembling and oversensitive, then buried himself deep and came with a groan, flooding her insides.
He stayed inside her, catching his breath. When he finally pulled out, his seed leaked onto the sheets.
But he wasn't finished.
He turned her over, spread her legs, and pushed back inside.
"Again...?" she whimpered.
He answered by thrusting deeper.
By the time he was truly done with her—hours later—Megumi had lost count of how many times she'd climaxed. Her voice was hoarse, her body covered in bite marks and red handprints, completely used and filled.
Seiji held in his arms that delicate body, now completely drained of strength and soft as mud, his heart filled with unparalleled satisfaction.
Megumi curled up in his embrace like a kitten that had just endured a storm.
Her face still bore the lingering flush of exertion. Those eyes, usually so calm, were now tightly closed, her long eyelashes still bearing several crystalline teardrops... impossible to tell whether from pain or pleasure.
Seiji lowered his head, admiring his handiwork.
The girl's body bore traces he'd left everywhere, her pale skin marked with faint red marks, like plum blossoms blooming in snow.
"Excellent, Megumi." Seiji stroked her sweat-dampened hair, murmuring. "Your body is incredibly responsive... and you seem to enjoy it rough."
Megumi Kato's face stiffened hearing this.
She definitely didn't want to hear that.
"In the future, I'll thoroughly 'develop' you. Don't worry." Seiji said gently.
No, I don't want to be developed!
Megumi Kato's body grew even more rigid, her heart full of resistance.
She couldn't imagine what other methods this man would use on her body, which had already become "strange."
But she couldn't speak a single word of refusal.
Just then, in Seiji's mind, a system notification sounded.
[Ding! Congratulations, Host, on successfully 'collecting' rare character [Megumi Kato]. Reward distributed!]
**[Reward: Complete scripts for Legal High Season 1, Season 2, and Special!]
A flash of imperceptible brilliance crossed Seiji's eyes.
Legal High!
In his previous life on Earth, this had been hailed as the "ceiling of legal comedy dramas"... a phenomenal masterpiece!
Seiji felt a slight joy.
It seemed his Genesis Company could expand into new territory.
Ever since the Puella Magi Madoka Magica project's explosive success, the company had generated massive cash flow through copyright derivatives, and employees had been eagerly hoping to expand into new ventures.
Perfect... with this Legal High, they could enter the television drama field and make a sensational debut!
...
After lingering for a moment, Seiji released his embrace and suggested: "Want to take a bath together?"
"...N-no, that's not necessary." Megumi immediately refused. She broke free from Seiji's embrace, grabbed her torn dress, hastily covered her body, lowered her head, and quickly fled back to the guest room bathroom. "I... I'll do it myself."