Minato Ward. Roppongi Hills penthouse.
Beyond the massive windows, Tokyo's nightscape glittered to the horizon.
In the bedroom, the enormous TV screen played Face of the Era.
Seiji wore a robe, lounging against the headboard of the circular bed.
His gaze rested on the two girls sitting side by side on screen, two art pieces in his private collection.
Beneath him, Japan's beloved national actress Minami Mori knelt between his legs, her lips wrapped around his cock, working him with practiced, reverent attention.
"They look good together, those two."
Seiji's fingers threaded idly through Minami's hair, his attention mostly on the screen.
Watching Mai's flawless smile and Mutsumi's ethereal profile, he felt a deep, possessive satisfaction. Idols adored by millions, belonging only to him.
"Minami." He spoke suddenly.
The woman between his legs flinched, pausing.
"I just had an idea. I want to see them together. Both of them. Laid out side by side."
Minami pulled off him, sat up on the bed, and followed his gaze to the screen.
The director had just cut to a close-up of both girls. Young, beautiful, each stunning in her own way.
A glint of calculation flashed in Minami's eyes.
She didn't answer immediately. Instead, she rose from the bed. Her forty-year-old body, still tight and lush, radiated heat under the dim bedroom light.
"Oh?"
She smiled, walked barefoot across the carpet to the TV, and turned to face him, positioning her naked body beside the two girls on screen.
One ripe and seductive. Two young and fresh.
Three beauties in one frame. The visual impact was staggering.
Minami looked at Seiji on the bed, coy and sly.
"But would just two be enough?"
"Don't you want to put their senpai on that bed too? See whether your two freshly picked fruits taste sweeter... or whether this ripe peach is more to your liking?"
That offer, volunteering herself as an accomplice, lit a fire behind Seiji's eyes.
He stared at the three contrasting, equally exquisite bodies before him and let out a low, pleased laugh.
"Ha... Minami, you're always so clever."
He sat up, calm replaced by hunger.
"Of course I want all three. Every last one."
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...
That night, after the show wrapped and the internet frenzy was just getting started, Mai and Mutsumi returned to their company-arranged apartment.
A luxury flat in a high-end building downtown. Tight security, lavish amenities. A world away from Mai's old dump.
But material comfort couldn't buy a moment's peace.
Mai sat at her vanity, staring at the polished, smiling face in the mirror. Inside, only cold numbness.
She knew all of this was just a handout from that man.
A gilded birdcage. Beautiful on the outside. No freedom within.
Her phone lit up on the desk.
No saved name on the caller ID. But she knew the number by heart.
Seiji Fujiwara.
Mai pressed her lips together and answered.
"Hello, Fujiwara-sensei?"
"One hour. My room. Mutsumi will be there too."
His voice through the speaker.
"Minami and I are waiting for both of you."
He hung up before she could respond.
Mai held the phone, frozen.
His room. Mutsumi will be there. Minami-senpai too.
The implications assembled themselves into a picture that made her stomach turn.
She'd accepted being controlled. Accepted the countless nights of being used. But with others present, including Mutsumi, whom she'd been carefully avoiding, and Mutsumi's own mother ...
No.
Revulsion and panic exploded inside her.
Absolutely not. That's too humiliating.
A thought flashed. Mutsumi!
And Minami!
Mutsumi couldn't possibly accept this either. And Minami was Mutsumi's mother. A respected industry veteran. There was no way she'd agree to... with her own daughter...
Go find them.
Mai shot out of her chair, rushed out of her room, and knocked on the door at the end of the hall.
"Mutsumi!"
The door opened. Mutsumi's face, pale and blank. She'd obviously gotten the same call. Those gold eyes were even more hollow than usual.
"Mutsumi!" Mai seized her hand, as if trying to transfer her own warmth and resolve. "You heard, right?"
Her voice shook with urgency but her tone was steel.
"We can't just go! It's too... it's too much!"
Mutsumi's lips moved but no sound came out. She stared at Mai with dead eyes.
"Listen to me!" Mai shook her shoulders, trying to jolt life back into her. "Let's go to your mother together. Minami Mori-san! She's your mother! She's our senpai! There's no way she'd let something this insane happen!"
Under Mai's desperate pleading, something flickered in Mutsumi's gaze.
She looked at Mai for a long moment.
Then, barely perceptible, she nodded.
Mai's chest loosened. Mutsumi was willing.
Mutsumi is willing to fight back!
"Let's go!"
She pulled Mutsumi toward the elevator. She knew Minami hadn't left the building, she was in her private lounge handling PR matters.
They had to hurry.
...
Thirty minutes later.
Asami Entertainment, top floor. The luxury dressing room.
Minami had just finished a video conference with her PR team and was reclining on a sofa, enjoying a shoulder massage from her assistant.
A frantic knocking at the door.
"Come in." She said, languid.
The door burst open. Mai dragged Mutsumi inside, both of them panicked.
Minami's eyes flickered with knowing amusement, but her face arranged itself into the perfect mask of surprise and warmth.
"Mai-chan, Mutsumi. It's so late. What's wrong?"
Mai looked at this mature, elegant woman and felt her hope strengthen.
She took a deep breath, steadied herself, stepped forward, and bowed deeply.
"Minami-san, I'm so sorry to bother you this late!"
She poured out everything. Seiji's command, the four of them together, all of it.
"Minami-san, I know... we all belong to Fujiwara-sensei." Mai's voice was tight with resistance. "But this is... this is insane! Mutsumi is your daughter!"
She pulled the doll-like Mutsumi forward and they bowed together.
"Please! Convince Fujiwara-sensei to take it back!"
Mai believed that any woman, any mother, would never accept doing that alongside her own daughter.
Silence filled the room.
Minami listened to everything with an unchanging expression. Her gaze swept across her expressionless daughter's face once, cold as if appraising inventory.
Then, slowly, she stood.
She walked to the two girls and gently lifted the deeply bowing Mai upright.
"Don't worry, child."
Minami's voice was feather-soft.
"I understand how you feel. Fujiwara-sensei can be... willful sometimes. I'll handle it."
Light blazed in Mai's eyes.
"Really?! Minami-senpai! Thank... thank you so much!"
Even Mutsumi's dead gaze sparked with a faint, barely visible ember.
Then, in the next breath, Minami's warm smile dropped like a mask hitting the floor.
"...Did you really think I'd say that, Mai-san?"
The joy on Mai's face froze solid.
"Take these two disobedient children to Fujiwara-sensei's bedroom." Minami turned to the assistant and two large female attendants waiting by the door. Her tone was absolute.
"Minami-senpai... what... what did you say?"
Mai stared at her, mind blank.
Minami glanced at her, mouth curving with contempt.
"I said, since you're so eager to see him, I'll help you get there."
A beat. A pleasant smile.
"And tell Fujiwara-sensei that I sent them over early. So they could learn some proper manners."
Two attendants stepped forward, one on each side, and locked the girls' arms in iron grips.
Mai's last fantasy shattered.
"How..."
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