Reika Kurashiki shifted her posture, moving the black silk-clad leg that had been pressed down to the top. The full thigh was once again pressed into a mound of soft flesh. She casually tossed the few documents about Ho Fei-yu onto the table. A look of interest appeared on her beautiful, cold face as she opened her crimson lips and briefly summarized the content regarding Ho Fei-yu.
Her black high heel lightly tapped the marble floor at an angle. The swivel chair rotated her half a turn before stopping. Reika Kurashiki stood up, arched her delicate body backward, and stretched gracefully. Her stunning, hourglass figure was completely revealed.
She gazed through the glass, from near to far, from bottom to top. The hustle and bustle of city traffic were all taken in by her, like a giant looking down on ants. A trace of loneliness appeared on her beautiful, cold face.
"Wow—"
At this moment, Ho Fei-yu stood at the base of the Seika Group headquarters building. He looked up at the nearly sixty-story skyscraper, which gave him a slight sense of awe toward Reika Kurashiki. Although he already knew that the Seika Group was the local leading enterprise, he hadn't fully grasped it until he saw it with his own eyes. The sheer scale was exaggerated.
Earlier, on the way to the building, Ho Fei-yu had searched for the Seika Group on his phone. The titles 'Reika Kurashiki - President, CEO, Beautiful and Cold Widow' immediately popped up. He briefly skimmed the information and realized how formidable Reika Kurashiki was. Widowed young, she raised her daughter alone and managed the company single-handedly. She gradually expanded the business from a small enterprise, merging with many companies along the way, eventually becoming the leading corporation in Saitama City. Her business interests included real estate, private schools, convenience store chains, entertainment stars, and high-tech semiconductors.
The Seika Group was among the top businesses in all of Japan, almost certainly within the top ten.
Ho Fei-yu hadn't expected the person he rescued to be so impressive. No wonder she offered ¥1,000,000 without batting an eye—it was nothing but pocket change to her.
"Shall we go, Mr. Ho Fei-yu? President Reika Kurashiki is waiting for you at the very top floor for dinner."
"Oh, okay." The voice beside him interrupted Ho Fei-yu's thoughts. He nodded in response.
Ho Fei-yu followed the usher, looking around all the way. In his past life, he hadn't entered the workforce before transmigrating. In this life, he was only a junior high school student, so he was naturally curious about the working environment.
He watched the people moving in and out of the lobby. It seemed lively, but they were always looking down, their pace faster than normal. Everyone seemed busy with their own affairs, exchanging only hurried nods with acquaintances, without much interaction. Seeing this, Ho Fei-yu suddenly felt fortunate that he had transmigrated. Otherwise, he would have ended up as an office worker after graduation. Thinking of this, he decided he wouldn't get a job. Working for someone else was impossible. Never in this life would he work for someone else.
Musing idly, Ho Fei-yu stepped into the elevator. He saw the usher press the button for the 58th floor, intending to go straight to the top.
Soon, Ho Fei-yu arrived at the 58th floor. Stepping out of the elevator, he saw many office workers still on this floor. He was slightly confused. Was Reika Kurashiki so down-to-earth that she would eat here?
Ho Fei-yu was quickly proven wrong. He saw the usher walking in another direction. He followed quickly and discovered two more elevators. He watched the usher speak into a monitor, and soon, the previously closed elevator opened.
"Mr. Ho Fei-yu, please go up alone."
"Aren't you coming with me?"
"I don't have the authorization, Mr. Ho Fei-yu. Please go up quickly. Don't keep President Reika Kurashiki waiting."
"Oh, okay." Ho Fei-yu quickly stepped into the elevator, watching the doors slowly close. Then, a feeling of being pushed down by gravity washed over him. Normally, he wouldn't feel much, but for some reason, he felt a bit oppressed and nervous now.
'Ho Fei-yu! Ho Fei-yu! You're a transmigrator, for heaven's sake, with a System! It's just a woman, what are you afraid of? Are you worried she'll eat you?' Ho Fei-yu gave himself a pep talk mentally. As a member of the transmigrator army, some achieved immortality after nine lives, some split the sky with a sword, and others romanced their way through the world. Some of them didn't even have a System, yet they became giants of their respective worlds. He was a man with a System; he couldn't possibly be afraid of a woman. Thinking this, his face returned to its calm state.
"Ding~" The elevator stopped, and the doors slowly opened. A figure in fiery red appeared before Ho Fei-yu.
"Gulp." Ho Fei-yu's heart pounded a few times as he looked at the beautiful, cold older woman before him. His throat betrayed him, swallowing non-existent saliva.
"Hello, Fei-yu-kun. Welcome."
"Hello." Ho Fei-yu nodded slightly at Reika Kurashiki's greeting. Then, seeing her extend her hand, he reached out his own. Their hands briefly touched and separated.
Soft, delicate, and silky—she didn't seem like a widow at all.
"Let's go. I've prepared a feast for you. I hope you enjoy it." Reika Kurashiki turned and led the way, swaying her water snake waist, without waiting for Ho Fei-yu's response.
Ho Fei-yu tried his best not to stare at Reika Kurashiki's seductive back, looking instead at the surroundings. He found the space was vast. Household amenities—like a refrigerator, kitchen, bathroom, toilet, TV, and sofa—were all fully stocked. It was completely set up like a large living space, not a workplace. She truly was a wealthy and powerful group CEO, having an entire floor dedicated as her private lounge.
Just as Ho Fei-yu was marveling at Reika Kurashiki's wealth, in a dark, desolate villa somewhere else.
A literal Blonde (his hair was yellow) lay quietly on a messy bed. The blanket was casually tossed onto the floor. His face was deadly pale, as if he had been dead for months. If not for the faint rise and fall of his abdomen, someone passing by might have mistaken him for a corpse.
Just then, the fingers on one of his hands twitched imperceptibly, like a scene from a horror movie—a person who had been dead for months suddenly moving under the flickering white light. If anyone were present, they would have been terrified out of their wits.
Reiji Matsuoka woke up from his daze. His head was pounding as if hit by a sledgehammer—swollen and agonizing—yet his body felt inexplicably fine.
As a Blonde, he was conscientious about working out. On one hand, it was to enhance his bedroom pleasure. On the other, it was to avoid retaliation from the victims' boyfriends. Before cuckolding anyone, he would research and select his targets. If the woman's boyfriend was powerful or physically strong, he would change targets because he knew the importance of avoiding trouble.