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Previous   TOC   Next Starting the next day, Tsurutani became the president’s personal secretary. The unusual personnel move caused a stir in the Supplies Division, but the president posted a notice on the company bulletin board stating it was due to Tsurutani’s major contributions to the technical partnership with Eric & Ronald Corp., which satisfied the surrounding staff. In reality, the partnership had significantly boosted the company’s competitive strength, putting it on par with the industry’s second-largest player. Since all of the existing secretaries were women, Tsurutani was given a private office. Though there was virtually no work for him, he felt guilty doing nothing, so he volunteered to take over the company newsletter. “I apologize for making it a post-facto decision,” the president said matter-of-factly as he sat across from Tsurutani. Sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling glass windows of the president’s office. “Technically, your involvement was...

Previous   TOC   Next “Ah… ah… haaaahn… haah… haah…” A sweet, trembling moan escaped his lips, sounding like it didn’t belong to him. His sock-clad toes dangled helplessly in the air. On top of the president’s desk, Tsurutani, with nothing but his socks and shirt bunched around his arms, was being penetrated by a man. Inside him, a thick, long, male organ pushed in and out. Each time, lewd squelching noises echoed around him—sounds he wanted to cover his ears to avoid. “Baby, I’ve been dying to stir up your filthy little hole with my cock.” With a loud smack , Dan slammed into him, and Tsurutani let out a sharp, high-pitched cry. “I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve pleasured myself just thinking about you. Like some teenage boy again.” Dan thrust hard, then paused, buried deep inside, chuckling. “You seem happy too—you're tightening around me.” Tsurutani had no awareness of that. Every time he was moved, his body reacted on its own, his backside tightening, shameful sounds...

Previous   TOC   Next The day after the sexual reception—and the day after that—Tsurutani didn’t go to work. The intense sex had drained him of both physical and mental strength. By the end of it, he could barely walk on his own, so thoroughly exhausted was he. By the third day, he had recovered enough to move and managed to return to the office. His two-day absence had been marked as “leave” internally, so no one questioned why he had been away. Even though he’d returned, Tsurutani found he couldn’t sit for long stretches due to lingering pain. That condition persisted for about three more days after he came back. Still, the results of what he had endured were evident: the president emailed him with the message, “The partnership has been finalized.” A week later, an official announcement was made within the company: Rabbit Food had partnered with Eric & Ronald Corp. in the area of frozen food technology. Time passed quickly. It had already been a month since that debauche...

Previous   TOC   Next At 8 p.m., Tsurutani arrived at the designated ryōtei . He had been told the three others would begin without him and that he should arrive later. The place was surrounded by a traditional wooden fence. In front of a wooden gate stood a simple sign with the name “Kaina.” If he hadn’t been told, he wouldn’t have realized it was a ryōtei at all. A middle-aged woman in a green kimono stepped out and led him inside. The moment he stepped through the gate, he entered a world of high-class hospitality. Black stone paving was bordered by carefully laid gravel. To the right stretched a narrow garden with a small stream running alongside it. Stone lanterns were arranged at even intervals, casting a soft glow that created an otherworldly atmosphere. Voices were distant, and the sound of a shishi-odoshi echoed clearly. Tsurutani nearly forgot he was in one of Tokyo’s prime districts. It was the kind of place he would never visit on his own in his lifetime. Entrance...

Previous   TOC   Next Returning to the store that never stopped smelling like old rubber shoes, Ryousuke entered the storage room still dripping wet. Shinobu locked the door behind them, and just as Ryousuke was about to say, “There’s no need for this anymore,” the candle’s flame went out. The weight of a cold body pressed down on him in silence, and for once, something about Shinobu’s presence felt dangerously off. “What are you—” The touch of lips against his own, disturbingly real and intimate, threw Ryousuke’s thoughts into chaos. Someone had just died. Shinobu had killed him. How could he be doing something like this right now? “Stop it!” He shook his head, but Shinobu kept coming. His wrists were pinned down with one hand, his chin seized with the other. There was no escape as the kiss continued. His right leg throbbed with pain, completely immobile, and all his free left leg could do was swing uselessly through the darkness. “Ryou-chan, you’re weak.” The words fell quie...