From Asami Entertainment's top floor to the Roppongi Hills penthouse bedroom, not a long trip.
But to Mai, it felt like an endless corridor descending into hell.
She turned her head mechanically. Mutsumi, also restrained, showed no surprise. Her eyes had simply gone a shade darker before settling back into their usual indifference.
As if she'd expected this outcome all along.
Mutsumi has already given up?
Mai's heart sank.
No... I can't let this be the end. She gave up, but I won't.
Her body was immobilized, but her mind raced, frantically searching for a strategy.
Inside, she'd face the devil. Anger and resistance would only provoke worse. Submission? Becoming an empty doll like Mutsumi? She couldn't do that either.
At minimum... minimize the damage.
The attendants stopped.
A heavy dark wood door. One of them knocked, then pushed it open.
"Sir, they're here."
Mai was shoved inside. She stumbled and caught herself.
Mutsumi was released behind her and stood motionless, a puppet with its strings cut.
Mai took a breath and looked up.
What she saw emptied her mind.
On the massive circular bed, Seiji lounged in an open silk robe. And Minami Mori, the national treasure actress, wore nothing but a black lace negligee, curled against him like a housecat.
Minami-senpai is already here?!
Before Mai could process that, the next moment froze her blood.
Seiji's gaze passed over Mai entirely and landed on Mutsumi.
He beckoned casually. "Mutsumi. Come."
Mutsumi's body moved like a machine receiving a command. She walked to the bedside clothing rack, selected a white lace slip, the matching sister piece to her mother's black one, and without any hesitation, stripped off her clothes right in front of Mai.
Her slim, pale body exposed completely. She pulled the sheer white lace over herself, climbed onto the circular bed without sparing Mai a glance, and nestled into Seiji's other arm.
One sentence. That was all it took.
The girl the public adored as serene and pure had switched from "schoolgirl" to "bedroom fixture" without a flicker of hesitation. No shame. No pause. Like brushing her teeth before bed.
Mother and daughter. Black and white. One on each side.
Minami's ripe curves against Mutsumi's slender youth. Under the dim amber light, for the first time, this estranged mother and daughter looked harmonious.
Seiji's hand roamed between them, from Minami's full thighs to Mutsumi's flat stomach.
Minami arched into his touch with a satisfied smile, even pressing her chest forward to meet his hand, soft sounds humming in her throat.
Mutsumi lay like a beautiful doll. Blank. Empty. Letting his hands wander without reaction, as though her body belonged to someone else.
One actively eager. One numbly enduring.
Mai stared.
Everything she'd planned, every strategy, every hope of resistance, all of it suddenly seemed pathetic and laughable.
Seiji swirled his wine glass, watching the ashen-faced girl at the door. His smile widened.
He was pleased with Minami's "arrangement."
He didn't speak. Just crooked a finger at Mai.
The gesture you'd use to call a pet.
Shame. Bottomless shame flooded in from every direction.
Mai's feet were nailed to the floor.
But the attendant behind her gave no time for deliberation. A firm hand pressed into her back and pushed.
"Ah!"
Mai cried out and tumbled forward onto the bed.
"Mai, it seems you still don't understand the rules."
Seiji's voice came from above.
Minami understood instantly. She shot Mai a flirtatious look, then turned to Seiji with a teasing, tattling tone. "Fujiwara-sensei, don't be upset. Newcomers are always a little clumsy. Why don't we... start her from the basics?"
"Sounds right." Seiji nodded. "She does need to learn."
Mai kept her head down. But she couldn't block out what was happening on the bed.
Seiji had Minami on her back, her legs over his shoulders, fucking her with long, deep strokes that made the bedframe creak. Minami wasn't even trying to be quiet. She moaned openly, one hand gripping the sheets, the other pulling Seiji's head down to her breast.
"Harder, sensei... yes, right there..."
Next to them, Mutsumi waited on all fours like she'd been told to, face blank, ass raised. When Seiji pulled out of Minami and shifted to her, Mutsumi didn't flinch. He grabbed her hips and shoved in. Her body rocked forward with each thrust but the only sound she made was a faint, choked whimper.
Seiji fucked them in rotation. A few minutes in Minami, then switching to Mutsumi. Minami on top, grinding down on his cock while Mutsumi knelt beside them licking his balls. Then Mutsumi bent over the edge of the bed while Seiji took her from behind, and Minami lay underneath her daughter, sucking on Mutsumi's nipples while she got fucked.
"Your daughter's pussy is so tight, Minami." Seiji said, balls deep in Mutsumi.
"Of course." Minami smiled from beneath her daughter, tongue circling a nipple. "She takes after her mother."
Mai knelt on the floor through all of it. Forced to watch. Forced to listen. The wet sounds of fucking, Minami's shameless moans, the rhythmic slap of Seiji's hips against Mutsumi's ass, her mother's tongue on her own daughter's breasts.
She watched. Couldn't stop watching.
Then she noticed something. Seiji's full attention was on the mother and daughter. He alternated between them, rough with Minami, methodical with Mutsumi, as if Mai didn't exist.
The mother-daughter combination clearly excited him more.
"Minami, your waist is still this flexible. Much more fun than your daughter's stiff body."
"Mutsumi, open your mouth. Taste your mother."
"One fully ripe, one barely blooming. I can't get enough..."
The filthy words bored into Mai's ears. She fought down nausea.
But at the same time, a thought crept in, shameful, desperate, hopeful.
His interest... isn't on me.
He's so into those two... maybe... maybe he'll forget about me tonight.
If I just kneel here, quiet as air, invisible, maybe I'll survive this.
Mai curled tighter, slowed her breathing, tried to shrink her presence to zero.
Then, just as she dared to believe she might make it...
The sounds from the bed stopped.
Seiji turned his head. His eyes found her.
"Appetizers are done."
His voice was quiet. But it struck like a thunderclap.
"Now for the main course I've been looking forward to."
Mai's hope disintegrated.
"No... stay away!"
She scrambled backward on instinct.
But Seiji was already in front of her. He grabbed her, lifted her, and threw her into the center of the circular bed.
"Let... let go of me!"
Seiji's brow creased, barely.
"Behave." A murmur. Then, to the other side of the bed: "Minami. Hold her down."
"Yes, sir."
A warm, soft body pressed against Mai from behind. Minami coiled around her, pinned her arms behind her back. Effortless.
"New girls need to learn to behave," Minami whispered, smiling.
Pinned. Helpless. One last hope...
"Mutsumi...!"
Mai twisted toward the other girl, eyes begging.
"Help... help me...!"
Seiji watched that last spark of desperate hope and smiled wider.
He didn't even look at Mutsumi. Just spoke in a tone that expected nothing but obedience.
"Mutsumi. You too."
Mutsumi's body moved mechanically.
She crawled closer.
In Mai's shrinking pupils, Mutsumi's pale, beautiful, lifeless face grew larger and larger...
Until it sealed off every cry and plea she had left.
Mutsumi kissed her. Or pressed her mouth against hers, at least. Blank lips, no warmth behind them.
Mai screamed into Mutsumi's mouth. No sound came out.
Behind her, Minami held her arms pinned, breasts pressing warm against Mai's back, and whispered into her ear with genuine amusement. "Relax, Mai-chan. Fighting makes it worse. Trust your senpai on this."
Seiji tore Mai's dress open from the front. Buttons scattered across the silk sheets. He yanked her bra down, exposing her breasts, and shoved her skirt up around her waist.
"Minami. Hold her legs."
Minami shifted without hesitation, hooking her arms under Mai's knees and spreading them apart while still pinning her upper body. Mai thrashed but Minami's grip was practiced. She'd done this before. The ease of it made Mai's stomach drop.
Seiji pulled Mai's underwear to the side and pushed two fingers inside her.
"Mm...!" Mai's scream was swallowed by Mutsumi's mouth, still sealed over hers.
She was dry. He didn't care. His fingers worked her roughly until her body betrayed her and she got wet around them.
"She's ready." Seiji pulled his fingers out, slick, and positioned himself between her spread legs. He grabbed her hips and drove his cock in.
Mai's back arched violently. Mutsumi's lips stayed locked on hers, swallowing every cry.
He fucked her hard from the start. No warmup. No mercy. Minami held her legs apart, watching the penetration with open fascination, her own thighs pressing together.
"Fujiwara-sensei," Minami murmured, eyes fixed on where his cock slid in and out of Mai, "she's squeezing you so hard. Look at her trying not to enjoy it."
Seiji grunted, picking up the pace. The bed rocked with every thrust.
Mai's body jerked with every thrust. Mutsumi kept her mouth sealed over hers, tongue pushing past Mai's teeth, swallowing every sound she made.
Seiji pulled out of Mai and sat back against the headboard, cock slick and still hard. He looked at Minami.
"Come here. I want you on top."
Minami was already moving before he finished the sentence. She pushed Mai aside and climbed onto his lap.
"Mai. Behind her. You're not done."
Minami straddled him, sinking down onto his cock with a throaty moan she didn't bother hiding. Her mature body rolled against his, hips grinding in deep circles, her full breasts bouncing in front of Mai's face.
"Suck them." Seiji ordered, looking at Mai over Minami's shoulder.
Mai stared. Minami was riding his cock inches from her face.
"Mai." His voice dropped. "I won't ask twice."
Mai leaned forward. Closed her eyes. Took Minami's nipple into her mouth.
"Oh..." Minami gasped, arching her back. She grabbed the back of Mai's head and pressed her face harder against her breast. "Good girl. Use your tongue."
Mai sucked and licked at Minami's nipple while the older woman bounced on Seiji's cock. The wet sounds filled the room. Minami was loud, unashamed, moaning openly as Mai's mouth worked one breast and Seiji's hands kneaded the other.
"Mutsumi." Seiji's voice again. "Get Mai ready for the next round."
Mutsumi crawled behind Mai. Without a word, she reached between Mai's legs from behind and started fingering her. Two fingers sliding in and out, thumb on her clit, with the practiced efficiency of someone who'd been trained to do exactly this.
Mai jolted. Her mouth came off Minami's breast with a gasp. "Don't... Mutsumi, stop..."
Mutsumi didn't stop. Her face stayed blank. Her fingers kept moving.
Seiji lifted Minami off his cock and pushed her aside. She collapsed onto the sheets, panting, grinning. He pulled Mai away from Mutsumi, flipped her onto all fours, and shoved back inside her from behind.
"Ah...! Ahh...!"
This time Mai couldn't hold back the screams. Mutsumi's fingers had gotten her so wet she could hear the sound of his cock slamming into her. Seiji grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled her head back.
"Minami. Her mouth is free."
Minami crawled in front of Mai on the bed, spread her legs, and pulled Mai's face between her thighs.
"Lick, Mai-chan." Minami said, stroking her hair like she was petting a cat. "Sensei isn't going to stop until you make me cum."
Mai's tongue touched Minami's pussy. She tasted the older woman and the cum Seiji had left inside her. She licked, clumsy, unpracticed, while Seiji pounded her from behind, each thrust shoving her face deeper between Minami's thighs.
Minami locked her legs around Mai's head and ground against her mouth. "Faster. There. Right there!"
After Minami came on Mai's tongue with a shuddering moan, Seiji pulled out, grabbed Mutsumi, and bent her over the edge of the bed beside Mai.
"Side by side."
Mai and Mutsumi, both face down, asses raised. He alternated between them. Three strokes in Mai. Three in Mutsumi. Back and forth, like he was comparing products.
Mutsumi made no sound. Her body accepted him with practiced ease, her pussy already soaked, hips tilting back to take him deeper out of pure reflex.
Mai bit the sheets, face down, ass up, taking it.
Minami watched from the pillows, idly touching herself, narrating like a commentator. "Mutsumi's technique is still better, sensei. She squeezes at the right time. Mai-chan needs to learn."
"She will." Seiji said. He pulled out of Mutsumi, grabbed Mai's hips with both hands, and fucked her as hard as he could. The bed frame slammed the wall. Mai's fingers clawed the mattress, mouth open, voice gone.
He came inside Mai. Pulled out. Cum dripped down her inner thighs.
"Mutsumi. Clean her up."
Mutsumi got on her knees behind Mai without hesitation. Her tongue slid between Mai's thighs, licking Seiji's cum from her pussy. Mai's hips twitched at the contact, thighs squeezing around Mutsumi's head.
Seiji sat back, watching the two girls. He was hard again within minutes.
"Everyone up. I want to try something."
Seiji pulled Mutsumi flat on her back in the center of the bed. Then he grabbed Minami and positioned her on all fours directly above her daughter. Minami's breasts hung down, brushing against Mutsumi's chest. Their faces inches apart. Mother on top, daughter underneath.
"Mai. In front of Minami. Spread your legs."
Mai hesitated. Seiji didn't wait. He shoved her into position, back against the headboard, legs open, Minami's face between her thighs.
Then Seiji knelt behind Minami. He spread her ass with both hands and pressed his cock against the tight ring.
"Sensei..." Minami looked back over her shoulder. Not scared. Bracing. "It's been a while since you used that one."
He pushed in. Minami's arms buckled and she dropped onto her elbows, face shoving forward into Mai's pussy. A strangled groan vibrated against Mai's clit.
"Ahh..." Mai's hips jerked at the sudden contact. Minami's mouth was pressed right against her, hot breath and lips and the vibrations of every grunt Seiji fucked out of her.
Underneath, Mutsumi had her role. She lay on her back staring up at where Seiji's cock stretched Minami's ass open, watching it slide in and out inches from her face. She tilted her chin up and her tongue found Minami's pussy, lapping at her clit from below while Seiji filled her ass from behind.
Every time Seiji thrust forward, Minami's body rocked. Her mouth ground against Mai's pussy. Her dangling breasts dragged across Mutsumi's underneath her. And Mutsumi's tongue worked her clit without pause.
Minami was losing it. Getting fucked in the ass, eaten out by her own daughter, and forced to service Mai's pussy with her mouth all at the same time. Her moans came out wet and muffled against Mai.
"Harder, sensei..." she managed between licks. "God, Mutsumi, right there, don't stop..."
Seiji picked up the pace. Harder, deeper. Each thrust slammed Minami forward into Mai and ground her pussy down onto Mutsumi's tongue. The bed creaked under the four of them.
Mai grabbed the headboard with both hands. She couldn't think anymore. Minami's tongue was sloppy, unfocused, but the sheer heat of her mouth and the rhythm of Seiji's thrusts pushing her face into Mai's pussy was enough. Her thighs clamped around Minami's head.
Mutsumi reached up from below, one hand finding Minami's breast, squeezing the nipple, the other hand reaching further back to cup Seiji's balls as they swung against Minami with each thrust.
"Fuck." Seiji groaned. Mutsumi's cold fingers on his balls while her mother's ass squeezed his cock. He grabbed Minami's hips and slammed in deep.
Minami broke first. Her whole body locked up, ass clenching around Seiji's cock, a scream buried in Mai's pussy. Mutsumi kept licking through it, tongue flat against her mother's clit, drawing the orgasm out until Minami was shaking and gasping.
Mai came next. Minami's scream had vibrated straight through her. Her back arched off the headboard, thighs crushing Minami's head, fingers white on the bedframe.
Mutsumi didn't come. She didn't need to. She just lay there, tongue still moving, doing her job.
Seiji pulled out of Minami's ass, grabbed Mutsumi's hair, and shoved his cock into her mouth. She took him without flinching, tasting Minami on him, her throat opening to let him push deep. He fucked her mouth until he came, holding her head down, emptying into her throat.
Mutsumi swallowed. Wiped her mouth. Expression unchanged.
The rotation continued for hours after that.
Every combination. Every hole. Minami teaching Mai how to deepthroat while Seiji took Mutsumi from behind. Mai on her back getting fucked while Mutsumi sat on her face. Seiji in Mutsumi's ass while Minami held her daughter's hand and whispered encouragement. Mai forced to lick cum from between Minami's legs while Seiji watched.
By the time it was over, dawn was breaking outside the windows.
The circular bed was destroyed. Sheets soaked and tangled. Cum everywhere.
Minami had passed out first. She lay curled in one corner, naked, satisfied, a faint smile still on her sleeping face.
Mutsumi lay on the other side. Motionless. Used up. Discarded.
Mai was in the center. She couldn't move. Every muscle was shot. Her pussy was raw and swollen, cum still leaking out of her. Her jaw ached from being forced to service the other two women for hours.
But worse than any of it was what was left of her mind.
She stared at the ceiling. Eyes open. Seeing nothing.
Taken by Seiji. Over and over.
Held down by Minami, who'd smiled the whole time.
Silenced by Mutsumi, who'd licked cum from her body without a flicker of expression.
She understood now.
With Seiji Fujiwara, there was no bottom. No line.
Resistance was futile.
So-called allies were just fellow prisoners who'd stab you from behind the moment they were ordered to.
To survive, to survive well, the only rule was to please the master. Completely, unreservedly, more eagerly than anyone else.
The thought lodged itself in her head and wouldn't leave.
She glanced at Mutsumi beside her.
Watching that numb, accepting compliance. Watching how seamlessly Mutsumi had cooperated when Seiji used her.
What Mai felt was no longer simple sympathy.
It was jealousy. Resentment. And a twisted flicker of... competition.
...
...
Elsewhere.
Seiji stood at the floor-to-ceiling windows, robe on, warm water in hand.
He didn't look back at the bed behind him. Three bodies, three styles, all exquisite.
Last night's excess was like finishing a fine wine. Pleasant aftertaste, but not worth dwelling on.
There was always another bottle.
[Congratulations, Host. Mutsumi Wakaba fully conquered!]
[Third Phase Reward issued: Controlling stake in a bankrupt legacy tabloid magazine.]
[Intel synced: The editor-in-chief of your newly acquired Shukan Bunshun has recordings of blackmail attempts against multiple politicians. Data updated.]
Seiji noted that. The weapon of public opinion had to stay firmly in his hands.
[Bonus Reward issued: Shares in Dentsu.]
[Intel synced: Based on internal Dentsu faction dynamics and your early-stage backing of the winning side, you now hold absolute control over advertising operations in the Chiba region. All media channels in the area are now your territory. You can amplify any voice. Or silence any voice.]
"Chiba, huh..."
For the first time, genuine interest crossed Seiji's face.
He picked up an encrypted phone from the bedside and dialed.
"Look into the major family powers in the Chiba region."
...
...
At the same time.
Chiba Prefecture.
Chiba University, first year.
At a formal academic symposium, one woman's remarks commanded the attention of everyone present, including several distinguished silver-haired professors.
"While Kugawa Masao's perspective holds theoretical merit, it overlooks the latent impact of compassion fatigue on jury members in practical judicial proceedings..."
The speaker was Chiba University's brightest star: Haruno Yukinoshita.
She wore a cream Chanel suit today, sleek black hair falling past her shoulders with a few strands framing her face.
Understated makeup. Sharp, perceptive eyes that sparkled with confidence when she made her key points.
Her voice was crisp and structured. Citing precedent with ease, dismantling opposing arguments with composure, yet threading in just enough respect that no one felt attacked.
Haruno Yukinoshita was a natural-born star.
Pedigree, eldest daughter of the Yukinoshita family, controllers of a massive construction empire.
Academics, top three in her department since enrollment, without exception.
Social skills, whether dealing with university trustees, professors, or problem students from every club, she handled everything with effortless grace.
Even her looks and figure were flawless. Tall, proportioned, curves in all the right places, whether in elegant business suits or casual designer wear, she radiated a unique blend of mature intellect and fierce confidence.
At Chiba University, she was every guy's "ultimate goddess" and every girl's secret object of imitation and envy.
Suitors from wealthy families and brilliant young men lined up endlessly. Flowers and gifts piled high enough to build a wall.
None had succeeded.
Haruno always deflected with her perfect, impenetrable smile and casual jokes that seemed warm but kept everyone at arm's length.
"...That concludes my remarks."
After the symposium, Haruno declined several dinner invitations with a smile and returned alone to her luxury apartment in Azabu, Minato Ward.
Click.
The instant the door closed, her perfect, unbreakable smile collapsed.
Replaced by deep exhaustion and anxiety.
She yanked off her silk scarf, tossed her Hermès bag carelessly in the entryway, and padded barefoot into the living room. She poured a full glass of red wine and drained half of it in one go.
The cold liquid didn't calm her.
It made the agitation worse.
She walked to the floor-to-ceiling windows. Tokyo's glittering skyline stretched before her, wealth and power rendered in light. She felt none of it. Only endless doubt and dread.
Her thoughts drifted to family.
Her father had died in a construction site "accident" when she was young.
And her mother, the woman who'd held the entire Yukinoshita empire together, had vanished without warning some time ago.
No body. No trace. As if she'd evaporated.
Now the empire was leaderless.
Inside, her uncle Hiroaki led the branch family faction, circling the president's chair, eroding the board, siphoning assets. Outside, rival construction firms smelled blood and launched price wars and hostile acquisitions, driving the stock into freefall.
The Yukinoshita empire was crumbling. A tower about to fall.
And she, Haruno Yukinoshita, a twenty-year-old university student who hadn't even graduated yet, couldn't hold it together.
The old foxes in the family and the wolves outside weren't as easy to handle as college kids.
She'd never felt so alone.
"Mother... where did you go..."
Her knuckles whitened around the wine glass.
"I don't know how much longer I can hold on."
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