"Heh, who knows?" His teasing laugh came through the phone.
"I get it now. Once someone boards your pirate ship, there's no getting off," PA-san scoffed, completely giving up on resisting. "Come to my place. You definitely already looked up the address."
She hung up.
Half an hour later, Seiji knocked on PA-san's apartment door.
PA-san opened it with a headache written all over her face and listlessly let him in.
"I really hope your 'deep training' isn't too messed up," she complained. "I still have work tomorrow."
"Relax," Seiji said with a smile. "That level only works because Megumi's body is special. When I said it, there was a lot of intimidation mixed in."
"That's good…" PA-san finally relaxed and turned to lead him toward the bedroom.
But Seiji took her hand and guided her into the streaming room instead.
"Sit."
He had her sit in the familiar gaming chair, start the game, but not start the stream.
PA loaded into a ranked match. Her hands settled onto the mouse and keyboard with practiced ease. For a moment, she could almost pretend this was normal.
Then she felt his hand slide under her shirt.
His fingers traced up her stomach, found her breast, cupped it through her bra. She missed her first shot. Her crosshair wobbled.
He unclasped her bra one-handed. Pulled it up. Her bare tits spilled free under her shirt, and he rolled her nipple between his fingers.
"Focus," he murmured against her ear.
PA gritted her teeth. Tried to aim. An enemy peeked and she fired—hit, but not a kill. Her fingers were shaking.
His other hand slid down the front of her shorts. Under her panties. Found her clit.
She was already wet.
He rubbed slow circles while she tried to play. Every time she needed to concentrate—clutch moments, multi-enemy fights—he'd increase the pressure. Make her pussy clench around nothing. Make her hips twitch in the chair.
She got a double kill. He rewarded her by sliding two fingers inside.
PA bit her lip so hard it hurt. Her left hand stayed on WASD but her right hand was trembling on the mouse. She could hear the slick sounds of his fingers pumping in and out of her, impossibly loud in the quiet apartment.
"Three enemies coming," he said conversationally, fingering her faster. "You should probably focus."
She spam-peeked. Landed a headshot. His thumb found her clit at the exact moment of the kill, pressing hard, and she nearly came right there.
The final enemy rushed. PA tracked, fired—
His fingers curled inside her, hitting that spot.
She got the ace. And she came.
Her whole body seized in the gaming chair. Pussy clamping on his fingers, legs slamming together, a moan escaping despite her clenched teeth. Her hands stayed frozen on the peripherals, the victory screen flashing while her vision whited out.
He kept fingering her through it. Didn't stop until she was gasping, overstimulated, slumped in the chair with her shorts soaked through.
Her KDA was actually decent. Her dignity was in ruins.
She regretted it a little.
Seiji was right—his methods weren't exactly like what Shiwa and the others described. There really was a lot of intimidation.
But that didn't mean there was nothing real about it.
That pleasure born on the edge between reason and losing control shattered her mental defenses with overwhelming force.
Friends-with-benefits, personal space… all of it suddenly felt far less important compared to that pleasure.
The next day, PA guiltily took out her phone, habitually preparing to report "safe" in the main group.
But when she saw the identical "safe" messages already sent by the other two, doubt crept in for the first time.
Could those two… be lying too, just like her?
The following day.
Seiji returned to Ryo Yamada's mansion.
"Oh? You're back. How did it go?"
The moment she saw him, Ryo Yamada put down her bass and padded over like a curious cat, eyes gleaming with excitement.
"Well? You got PA-san too, right? Did she beg? Did she cry? Was it fun?"
Her shameless string of questions made Seiji chuckle.
"She didn't cry," he said, taking off his jacket—now faintly scented with PA-san's perfume—and tossing it onto the couch. A playful smile curved his lips. "But her streams might take a serious hit."
"Oh—sounds interesting!" Ryo Yamada clapped excitedly. "You really are the best at this!"
At that moment, Megumi looked up and said calmly, "That means the three senpai in Tokyo are all… settled now."
She paused before adding, "They probably don't know yet that the others have already…"
Her words landed like a pebble in Seiji Fujiwara's thoughts.
"True." He stroked his chin, thoughtful.
Seika, Eliza, PA…
The three stubborn thorns in his Harem garden had all been pulled out, one by one, in different ways.
Now they were like tamed feral cats—showing their soft bellies when alone with him, but still pretending in front of others, especially their former "allies."
At that thought, an even more wicked—and far more entertaining—plan quickly took shape in his mind.
"Then let's have all three come together."
He turned, a smile full of anticipation spreading across his face.
Seiji picked up his phone and began arranging things.
[Seiji: Tomorrow at three in the afternoon. Come to the top floor of the Yilaiton Building. Wear the black dress from last time.]
This was the message Seika had received the night before.
Her cheeks flushed uncontrollably.
She could feel her heart racing, her breathing growing shallow.
She hated this feeling—hated that she could feel such a terrible sense of anticipation from such commanding words.
But she couldn't stop it.
What Seiji had done to her on the stage piano that day felt like a brand burned into her soul. That sense of taboo and shame was like a potent poison, dragging her down until she craved it.
She glanced guiltily at Nijika not far away.
Nijika… I'm sorry. Your sister surrendered first.
Guilt filled her heart, feeling like she'd betrayed her sister.
And yet, the moment she thought of that man—those hands that controlled everything—heat surged through her body.
At the same time, in SICKHACK's practice room.
Eliza absentmindedly plucked at her guitar strings.
The riff for the new song came out sluggish and chaotic, nothing like her usual flow.
Beside her, Shima Iwashita and Kikuri were discussing the arrangement, but she didn't hear a single word.
On her phone screen lay a message from Seiji.
[Seiji: Seven tonight. Yilaiton Building. I want to see you in that Elf Queen cosplay.]
The moment she read it, Eliza's face flushed crimson, blood rushing to her head.
Elf Queen!?
That was a borderline character with insane popularity, spawning countless fan works.
And unfortunately, her looks were a perfect match.
If she cosplayed seriously, she'd look like the elf heroine stepping straight out of the work.
But that outfit was far too revealing.
Just imagining herself wearing it made her feel faint.
"Eliza? Are you listening?" Shima Iwashita asked, puzzled. "You're really off today."
"Huh? Sorry, I was thinking about something," Eliza said, startled, hurriedly putting her phone away.
She nearly dropped it, forcing a stiff smile that looked anything but natural.
"Really?" Shima frowned, then asked, "Want to go get yakiniku tonight? Kikuri says she's treating."
"No," Eliza refused without thinking.
She glanced at Kikuri beside her, who was smiling knowingly, and resentment flared again.
This girl was doing it on purpose.
"I… I have something tonight," Eliza said weakly.
"Oh? Something more important than me treating?" Kikuri drawled teasingly, eyes scanning Eliza like she'd already seen through her.
"I-It's cosplay prep! I need to work on materials tonight!" Eliza blurted out an excuse.
Everything felt awful.
Lying to her teammates, being watched with amusement by the "friend" who betrayed her…
But she couldn't refuse Seiji either.
In that suite at Genesis Company, those handcuffs and ribbons had bound her heart as well. The fear and pleasure of being completely controlled were etched into her bones, impossible to forget.
Meanwhile, in her own apartment, PA-san stared blankly at her monitor.
Her streaming software was open.
In the fan group, countless people were asking if she'd stream tonight—and even more were asking when the elusive "God S" would return.
She didn't reply.
Because on her LINE was an equally brief message.
[Seiji: Nine. Yilaiton Building lounge.]
PA-san sighed.
Leaning back in her chair, she remembered that night—right here, in this room, on this very chair.
Even now, it felt like his presence still lingered on the backrest. That warped sensation—game-time focus mixed with real-world violation—still made her mind short-circuit sometimes.
That terrible feeling of mind and body being invaded at once had completely shattered her defenses.
She used to think freedom was the best thing in the world. But now she realized that a certain kind of unfreedom was even more addictive.
"Such a scary level of training…"
PA-san muttered, sighed, and opened the stream backend to post a hiatus notice.
Then she opened her chat with Subaru Awa.
[PA: Sorry, Kaka-chan. Something came up tonight. Sorry about the team-up.]
[Kaka-chan: It's fine! Call me anytime if you need help! (cheer.gif)]
Seeing the energetic reply, guilt flickered through PA-san's heart.
Lying to such a cute high school girl… I feel awful.
She gave a self-mocking smile, closed the chat, walked to her closet, and started thinking about what to wear.
In the small group the three of them shared:
[Seika: Meetings all afternoon today. Exhausted. He was the same as always—purely business.]
[Eliza: Same here. Barely said anything beyond work. Looks like our resistance is really working.]
[PA: Yeah.]
Everything seemed unchanged.
Until night fell.
Shimokitazawa, the Ijichi home.
"Sis, you're not coming back for dinner tonight?" Nijika asked, surprised, as Seika put on her shoes.
Seika had changed out of her usual long sleeves and pants, wearing a black dress she rarely chose. The hem hugged her hips perfectly, outlining the curves of a mature woman.
Of course, she covered it with a long coat.
All that beauty hidden away.
Still, her light makeup and carefully styled blonde hair gave her an allure completely different from usual.
"Um… I'm meeting some college friends tonight. I might be late," Seika said, unable to meet her sister's eyes, pretending to adjust her shoes while her heart raced from lying.
"Really?" Nijika's eyes sparkled. "Then don't drink too much. Come back early!"
Seika had formed a girls' Band in college. Even though it had disbanded, the members still met sometimes, so Nijika didn't doubt her.
"Got it," Seika replied, cheeks burning, and fled out the door into the night.
In the taxi, watching the city blur past, her thoughts were a mess.
This is awful… lying to Nijika just to see that man…
And yet, deep inside, anticipation trembled for the night ahead.
Elsewhere, Eliza was also dressed up, wearing a white off-shoulder dress that made her look almost ethereal.
In her large bag was the Elf Queen cosplay.
And in PA-san's apartment, she stood before the mirror, having uncharacteristically changed into a tight black knit top and a leather miniskirt, showing off her long, balanced figure.
She'd even done her eyeliner, making her eyes especially alluring.
Looking at herself, PA felt strangely unfamiliar.
Is this really me?
She paused, then laughed softly.
Because the anticipation for that unknown "game" was already winding around her heart like wild vines.
And so, the three "allies" who had just been lying to each other in LINE, all dressed up at the same time, lied to those closest to them, and headed toward the Yilaiton Building full of expectation.
Eight p.m.
Outside the top-floor corridor of the Yilaiton Building.
Seika Ijichi took a deep breath, forcing her pounding heart to calm.
She straightened her skirt, raised her hand, and pressed the doorbell.
Ding-dong.
Inside, Seiji set down his wineglass and opened the door.
Standing there was a carefully dressed Seika Ijichi.
The fitted black dress highlighted her mature curves far more than her STARRY uniform ever had. Light makeup, perfectly styled blonde hair, dark red eyes filled with shyness and anticipation.
"Seiji…" Seika unconsciously clenched her fingers, heat rising to her cheeks.
"Welcome, Manager," Seiji said with a smile, his gaze sweeping over her without restraint, as if seeing through her clothes. He stepped aside. "Come in."
"Okay," Seika said softly and walked in.
"What would you like to drink?" Seiji asked, taking a wineglass from the cabinet.
"…Red wine," Seika said, sitting on the sofa with her knees together, a bit stiff.
He poured her half a glass and handed it over, his fingers brushing the back of her hand.
Seika trembled like she'd been shocked, nearly dropping the glass.
And at the same time, her anticipation for what would come next peaked.
But then—
Ding-dong.
The doorbell rang again.
Seika's hand froze around the glass. She stared at Seiji, eyes full of doubt and alarm.
"You invited someone else?"
"Of course," Seiji smiled. "There are three people in that group of yours."
He stood up to open the door.
Seika sat there, stunned.
The door opened.
Standing outside was an equally well-dressed Eliza Shimizu.
She wore a white off-shoulder dress, her face lit with a shy, expectant smile—but in her hand was a huge travel bag completely at odds with her look.
"Good evening," Seiji said cheerfully.
"G-Good evening, Seiji," Eliza replied—then saw Seika Ijichi sitting inside.
Her smile froze.
"Seika…?" Eliza's voice trembled, her mind going blank.
"Eliza…" Seika replied, wishing the floor would swallow her.
They stared at each other awkwardly, the air seeming to solidify.
In each other's eyes, they saw the same shock and embarrassment.
And then—
Ding-dong.
The doorbell rang for the third time.
Seika and Eliza turned toward the door together, a ridiculous premonition rising in their hearts.