Minato, Tokyo. Genesis Manor. Sunday morning.
The sunlight was beautiful, streaming through the pristine floor-to-ceiling windows into the living room. Seiji Fujiwara sat on the leather sofa, a cup of black coffee in hand.
Standing before him was Sakiko Toyokawa.
Sakiko wore a custom-fitted black and white maid outfit, the skirt so short it barely covered the tops of her thighs. Her head was bowed, hands folded over her lower abdomen, her posture as perfect as a properly trained servant.
"Good morning, Master."
Her voice was steady.
After this period of training, she had learned to swallow her pride.
Seiji took a sip of coffee. "Sakiko, today is a good day."
He set down his cup, his tone casual as if discussing the weather. "The manor is too big. It's always just the few of us. A bit lonely."
An ominous feeling stirred in Sakiko's heart.
"You want to... invite guests?"
"Yes." Seiji smiled. "I believe I mentioned throwing a party for all of you. No time like the present. Let's make it tonight. Call them all."
Sakiko's head snapped up, her breath catching. "Them? All of them?"
"Soyo. Uika." Seiji counted on his fingers. "And Tomori Takamatsu."
"You can't!"
Sakiko's eyes went wide, her expression slipping out of control for a moment.
"Soyo and Uika... they already... I know I have no right to stop you. But Tomori... can you please not call Tomori?"
Sakiko's face was filled with pleading.
"Why not?"
"Soyo and Uika don't know about Tomori. In their eyes, Tomori is still that innocent child... if you make Tomori come to this kind of... they'll be devastated." Sakiko gritted her teeth. "And Tomori can't handle a scene like this either."
She knew Tomori already "belonged" to Seiji. She'd even helped arrange transportation.
But privately was one thing.
If all four of them gathered together... it would be catastrophic.
Seiji looked at her, his gaze utterly flat. "Sakiko, you've misunderstood something. I'm not discussing this with you. I'm giving you an order."
His voice turned cold.
"You have half an hour to contact them. Tell them: tonight, 8 PM, Genesis Manor, new band project."
He leaned in close to Sakiko's ear and whispered, "If even one person is missing, I'll blacklist Uika's group. I'll blacklist Soyo's mother. As for Tomori... I'll make her do something even more exciting right in front of you."
Sakiko crumpled to the ground, her eyes hollow.
Every path was blocked.
"...Yes."
After a long moment, she forced the word of surrender from her throat.
"That's better." Seiji patted her head with satisfaction and stood to adjust his tie. "Get to it."
...
Tsukinomori Girls' Academy, Student Council Room. Soyo Nagasaki was brewing tea, her movements elegant. She was the president, the teachers' pride, a saint in her classmates' eyes.
"President, the budget report is ready." A junior handed over the documents with admiration.
"Thank you. You've worked hard." Soyo displayed her trademark gentle smile. "You should head home and rest too."
The moment the junior left and the door closed, the smile vanished from Soyo's face. Only exhaustion and gloom remained. She pulled her personal phone from her skirt pocket. It had vibrated just now. This was the fourth time this week. Today was Sunday. Mom was home. If she had to go out again tonight... Soyo's hands trembled as she unlocked the screen.
Sender: Sakiko Toyokawa. Seeing that name made her pause. Since that night, Sakiko had been guiltily avoiding her. The message was short: [Tonight 8 PM. Manor. Everyone gather.]
CRASH! The teacup fell and shattered. Scalding tea splashed on her legs. Soyo didn't even notice. Everyone gather? Those two words hit her skull like a sledgehammer. She knew exactly what the manor meant. It was hell. But before, it had only been her and that man. Or occasionally Sakiko too. What did "everyone gather" mean? Other women would be there?
"This is insane..." Soyo covered her mouth, biting down hard. Her phone vibrated again. This time it was from that man: [Soyo, I know what you're thinking. But you don't want your mother to see our videos, do you? Be there on time. And wear your school uniform.]
Soyo collapsed to the ground, sitting in the spilled tea. Even her last line had been trampled. For her mother's sake, she had to go. Soyo wiped her tears and faced the mirror, putting that gentle smile back on. Only her eyes held a trace of anger.
...
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Shibuya. Sumimi's private dressing room. "Uika-chan! Today's live was amazing!" Her manager burst through the door excitedly. Uika sat before the mirror removing her makeup. Since that night, her life had been split in two: half was the glamorous idol, half was the lowly plaything.
"Thanks for the praise." Uika gave a faint smile of acknowledgment. Suddenly, her phone buzzed. Uika picked it up and stopped breathing: [Sakiko: Tonight 8 PM. Manor. Everyone gather.]
Uika's hand trembled. Everyone gather? Besides her and Sakiko, who else was there?
"Uika-chan? What's wrong?"
"Manager-san, I have something tonight. I won't be going back."
"But there's a shoot tomorrow..."
"Personal matter. Don't ask." Uika grabbed her bag, put on a cap as disguise, and hurried out of the dressing room. In the elevator, she leaned against the wall with her eyes closed. Sakiko... is this what you meant when you said none of us could escape?
...
Haneoka Girls' Academy, Astronomy Club room. The setting sun dyed the classroom blood red. Tomori Takamatsu sat alone in a corner, holding a blank lyric notebook. It used to be filled with confusion. Now there was nothing. But ever since Seiji Fujiwara had claimed her, she felt like all that anxiety and pain had disappeared. As long as she was in his arms, as long as she was filled, she didn't need to think. It hurt. But she felt at peace.
Her phone rang. "Sakiko" flashed on the screen. Tomori answered.
"Tomori." On the other end, Sakiko's voice was hoarse and strained. "Tonight at 8... come to the manor. Everyone will be there."
Tomori paused. "Everyone?"
"...Yes. Including Seiji's other women." Sakiko fell silent for a long moment before forcing out, "Tomori, if you don't want to come... you don't have to. I'll figure something out..."
"I'll go!"
Tomori cut her off without hesitation. There was even a hint of hidden anticipation in her voice.
"Is that so? I understand." Sakiko fell into dead silence, then hung up.
Tomori stared at her phone, confused. Why did Sakiko seem unhappy? Everyone gathering together, isn't that a happy thing? Even if what we do might be a little strange... as long as I'm with him, it's fine.
Tomori packed her bag, leaving the blank lyric notebook on the desk. She didn't need to write songs anymore. She was going to be a moth, and even if hell's fire lay ahead, as long as she could see that "light," she would throw herself into it without hesitation.
...
...
Minato, Tokyo. Genesis Manor. Sunday, 8 PM.
The great hall blazed with light. Four girls stood in the center, looking at each other. On the large screen, there was no image of Seiji Fujiwara. Only a line of giant white text on a black background:
[Genesis Entertainment Special Project: New Generation Girls' Band Selection]
A perfectly respectable title. But placed before these four girls, it was an extremely cruel piece of dark humor.
Soyo Nagasaki leaned against the wall.
To please that man, she had specifically worn a shortened Tsukinomori uniform, two buttons undone, revealing the edge of her black lace bra.
"New band? Ha..."
Soyo broke the silence with an impatient huff.
"He really knows how to play games. Calling us all here just to humiliate us?"
She turned to Uika Misumi beside her. "Uika-san, as an idol, you must be familiar with this kind of selection, right? Is it true that as long as you strip naked and wag your tail in front of him, you get resources?"
Irritation flashed across Uika's face, but she quickly composed herself. "Saying things like that is meaningless."
Soyo was silent for a moment, then turned to Tomori Takamatsu on her right.
Tomori stood in her school uniform, looking bewildered.
"And you, Tomori." Soyo's expression was complicated, a mix of anger, disappointment, and strange jealousy. "You always acted so innocent, but you gave yourself to him long ago?"
Tomori shrank back. "That's... that's Master..."
"Master?!" Soyo's eyes went wide with disbelief. "You... how can you use that word?"
She herself had knelt before that man and called him that countless times. But Tomori was clearly different.
Someone as pure as Tomori must have already been...
Sakiko Toyokawa listened to all of this, her face like still water.
"Enough."
Sakiko spoke, silencing everyone. "Soyo, stop it. Does attacking each other here accomplish anything? We're all the same. Just playthings in his hands."
Soyo choked, her anger flaring hotter. "Then tell me what's going on! Why call everyone here?!"
"Because—"
Ding—
A clear notification tone cut Sakiko off.
The screen changed, splitting into four smaller windows. What played wasn't their individual videos, but something far more terrifying.
Upper left (targeting Sakiko): A run-down apartment hallway, the camera focused on Kiyotsugu Toyokawa, stubble-faced and clutching a hospital report, his expression shattered.
Upper right (targeting Soyo): A high-end office building conference room, Soyo's mother in a meeting.
Lower left (targeting Uika): The Shibuya big screen playing Sumimi's MV.
Lower right (targeting Tomori): The Haneoka Astronomy Club classroom, Tomori's lyric notebook on the desk.
"That bastard, this again!!" Uika screamed at the screen.
Using her group to threaten her again!
"Mom..." Soyo stared at the footage, breathing hard, her expression shifting constantly.
Sakiko studied the medical report in the man's hands, mentally translating the English terminology: HIV - Positive.
She closed her eyes in resignation.
Her father had probably taken Seiji's money and spent it on debauchery overseas, unable to control himself... he was finished.
Tomori looked at her own lyric notebook, confusion in her eyes. "My lyrics... does everyone want to see them?"
She felt strange.
It was just her lyrics, after all.
It was a bit embarrassing, but if everyone wanted to see, she would show them.
Seiji's voice came through the speakers.
"I hope everyone is satisfied with my preparations? Since we're forming a new band, of course we need to select the most obedient, most uninhibited members."
"You now have five minutes. Show me your resolve to join this band."
"The rules are simple: whoever shows herself first gets to protect what's on her screen. As for last place... I don't think you want to know the consequences."
Everyone knew what "showing herself" meant.
But who would willingly become a slut in front of the others first?
Soyo's hand went to her buttons, but she couldn't unfasten them. Shame stuck to her fingers like superglue.
Uika curled up trembling. Tomori stood lost.
"Hah..."
Sakiko let out a long breath.
"Understood."
Sakiko spoke calmly to the camera.
Zzzzip—
The sound of a zipper opening was painfully clear. The black and white maid outfit began to slide down. Lace apron, dress, petticoat... layer after layer peeled away.
Sakiko moved slowly and steadily.
When the last garment fell to the floor, she stood completely naked in the center of the hall. Pale skin marked with lingering traces.
"Sakiko..." Uika covered her mouth.
Soyo turned away.
Tomori's eyes went wide.
Sakiko made no attempt to cover herself. Instead, she spread her arms to display her body, as if presenting a defective product.
"Look. This is my resolve. I was the leader. I should be first."
On the screen, the upper left window vanished, replaced by a green checkmark.
With the first one done, the second was easier.
Watching Sakiko like this, Uika's defenses crumbled completely. If she didn't act, Sumimi was finished.
"I'll... I'll do it too!"
Uika cried out, grabbing the hem of her tight T-shirt and yanking it over her head. Then her pants, her underwear... in less than half a minute, the national idol was squatting naked on the floor, sobbing.
The lower left window lit up with a green check.
Only Soyo and Tomori remained.
"Heh..."
Soyo's face went white.
"This is what you want? This is your so-called new band?"
She violently ripped open her uniform collar. Buttons flew.
"Then get a good look! Bastard!"
Skirt hit the floor. Underwear hit the floor.
Soyo stood there naked, head held high, face streaked with tears, eyes blazing with fury.
The upper right check lit up green.
Last was Tomori.
Tomori didn't hesitate at all. Unlike the other three, she felt no intense shame or despair. She simply saw that everyone else was doing it.
So Tomori began unbuttoning too, her movements as natural as changing into pajamas at home.
Seconds later, four completely naked girls stood in the hall.
Sakiko's slenderness. Soyo's fullness. Uika's perfect proportions. Tomori's petite innocence. Four beautiful bodies exposed under cold lighting, exposed to each other's gazes.
This was a mass execution. And a mass sacrifice.
All four green checks lit up. The screen went black.
Seiji Fujiwara's satisfied voice came through the speakers.
"Excellent. Congratulations, everyone. You've all passed the first round of selection."
"Now, turn around and face the second floor."
The four of them mechanically turned. On the second-floor corridor, an ornate wooden door slowly opened. Seiji Fujiwara emerged. He wore a deep black silk robe, collar slightly open, looking down at the four naked bodies in the hall below. That gaze was like a shepherd surveying his flock.
"Welcome, everyone." Seiji raised his glass in a distant toast. "Now, come up. To my room. Let's begin... rehearsal for our new band."
The four girls lifted their heads to look at Seiji. In this moment, shame, despair, fear, and the hidden pleasure of being dominated all intertwined. They knew they couldn't escape. The inescapable net had finally closed tight around them all.
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