Nibiiro no Hana: Chapter 27

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The person Dan was supposed to have lunch with had run into flight trouble returning from a business trip and contacted them to say he wouldn’t make it in time. Since it wasn’t an urgent matter, they canceled and agreed to reschedule another day.

This left a two-hour gap in Dan’s schedule from noon to 2 p.m. today. Since the cancellation came just an hour before the meeting, there wasn’t much time to move other appointments around. Sagawa tried to see if anything else could be slotted in but found it impossible. Dan was flexible when it came to managing his time, so he would probably find something to do on his own.

The door to the secretary's office swung open without a knock, startling Sagawa. He quickly lifted his face from his computer screen and pushed up the bridge of his glasses. The first thing he saw was blond hair—such a bright gold that it couldn’t belong to anyone in the Administration Division.

“Hello, Ryousuke.”

The man greeted him with a bright smile. It was Huey Adams, set to assume the role of President of the Japan branch not next year, but in just two months. Sagawa immediately stood up from his seat.

“It’s been a while, sir.”

A few months earlier, when Huey had visited Japan, Sagawa had been asked to show him around the company, at Huey’s specific request. Though Huey was fluent in Japanese and didn’t need a translator, he had seemed interested in Sagawa because of his “relationship with Dan.” At the end of the tour, he had groped Sagawa’s butt. Sagawa had no fond feelings toward the man who’d harassed him.

“I heard you’re Dan’s secretary now.”

“Ah, yes.”

He ignored the suggestive smile Huey gave him and pretended not to see it.

The week after their business trip to Hokkaido, Sagawa had received notice of his new position—he had been appointed Dan’s secretary. There had been two secretaries under Dan at the time: a foreign hire from headquarters and a locally hired Japanese secretary. The foreign secretary was the daughter of an executive and held the title in name only—she barely did any work and had returned to the U.S. on vacation, never to return. The Japanese secretary had been hospitalized after an accident, during which a serious illness was discovered, and she remained on leave.

Thus, a vacancy had opened up.

The decision had been made entirely at Dan’s discretion. Sagawa hadn’t been consulted at all. Aside from temporarily filling in during the business trip, he had no real experience, and the idea of stepping into the role filled him with anxiety. But being a secretary to the company president turned out to suit him more than he expected. He enjoyed dressing well, looking for good restaurants in the designated areas—it was fun.

There was no need to compete with anyone or be measured against anyone’s abilities. Dan had many business dinners and formal meetings, most of them with executives from Japanese companies, meaning most of their communication was in Japanese. Compared to his previous department, where he was constantly immersed in English, this position was mentally far more manageable.

“Is Dan in?”

Huey glanced toward the door behind Sagawa.

“Could I ask you to wait a moment, please?”

Sagawa picked up the phone and contacted Dan via the internal line.

“What is it?” Dan’s voice was low—and sweet.

“There’s been a cancellation for today’s lunch meeting due to the other party’s travel issues. Also, Mr. Huey Adams is here. May I show him in?”

“Send him away.”

Sagawa let out an involuntary gasp. He quickly recovered and asked, “Is that all right?”

“I don’t care.”

You couldn’t go against the boss’s words—but repeating them verbatim would be socially disastrous.

“The president is currently handling something he can’t step away from, so I’m afraid he doesn’t have the time at the moment. I’m terribly sorry, but could we possibly arrange another opportunity instead?”

“I heard that,” Huey said with a smirk. “That’s cold—‘send him away,’ huh?”

He sauntered over and took Sagawa’s chin in his hand.

“You’ve gotten more sensual. Dan must be treating you well at night, huh?”

Sagawa’s cheeks twitched despite himself. This man knew about the days when he and Dan had been in a contract-based sexual relationship. And now, it wasn’t just Huey—nearly everyone in the administration department assumed he was Dan’s lover. Even if it was practically common knowledge, hearing it said out loud felt completely different. It hit harder.

“Dan’s got a big one, right? Taking that every time must be hell on your ass. Or did you get stretched to match his size?”

Sagawa never imagined he’d be listening to bar-level sex jokes in the company’s secretary office.

“I’m afraid I can’t answer that,” he said, keeping his face composed.

Huey quickly leaned in and kissed him on the cheek. Before Sagawa could even process that, a hand reached around and squeezed his rear.

“Ah—!”

He couldn’t help but yelp.

“Next time, why not have a little fun with me?”

The words were whispered sweetly.

“I’m better than Dan, you know.”

Huey traced Sagawa’s lips with his fingertips, sticky and suggestive. Overwhelmed, Sagawa instinctively stepped back.

“Life’s about enjoying yourself,” Huey said with a wink—and casually opened the door to the president’s office.

“Ah—wait!”

Sagawa tried to stop him, but Huey didn’t listen, barging in with heavy steps. Dan, seated at his desk and clearly in the middle of work, glared up at the uninvited guest he’d meant to send away.

“Why are you here? Get out. I’m busy.”

But Huey brushed it off with a smile. “It’s good to see you,” he said, and plopped himself down on the guest sofa without hesitation. Dan sighed exaggeratedly and stood, walking over to face him.

“What do you want?”

“I need your advice on something,” Huey said, switching to English.

It seemed to be a genuine business matter, not just an excuse to bother Dan. Sagawa stepped out of the room and checked the notes left by the previous secretary. If the conversation dragged on, they might end up going to lunch together. Huey didn’t seem to have strong food preferences, so Sagawa made a shortlist of nearby restaurants with private rooms—Japanese, Western, and Chinese. One of them should do.

He brewed two coffees and brought them into the president’s office. The topic had shifted to boats and yachts—likely they’d wrapped up the work talk. Huey might be leaving soon, Sagawa thought, and placed the tray on the table.

As he was about to leave, tray in hand, Dan caught his eye.

“Sit next to me.”

The moment he was told to sit, Sagawa had a bad feeling. Whenever Dan called him over, there was a high probability some form of sexual harassment would follow. Dan, who had no qualms about blurring the line between business and pleasure under the pretext of being company president, would casually touch him even in the office—when they were alone. Up until now, Sagawa had put up with it. But today, Huey was present too.

He hesitated, nervous about what Dan might pull in front of someone else, but then Dan’s eyes turned sharp—clearly saying “Why aren’t you doing what I told you?” Huey already knew about their relationship, after all, and Dan surely wouldn’t take it that far with someone else in the room… right?

Deciding it would be worse to provoke him, Sagawa sat down beside Dan.

As if waiting for just that, Dan immediately pulled him close by the waist.

“Wait—”

Without warning, Dan hoisted him onto his lap, straddling him, and kissed him. The kiss was greedy, impatient—like he’d been starved for it. Sagawa was annoyed by how shameless Dan could be, even with someone else watching. But once he realized this was about showing off, he stopped resisting. Refusing would only make Dan sulk, and the audience wasn’t some ordinary employee—it was a senior executive who also happened to be a brazen sexual harasser.

The wet sound of mingling mouths echoed through the president’s office. The door wasn’t even locked—but Dan could do this because, as the secretary, Sagawa was the one who approved who could enter. No one would barge in unless he allowed it.

At first, he was painfully aware of the presence behind them. But gradually, he stopped caring.

All the while, Dan kept groping him—more specifically, checking whether the kissing was turning him on. It was annoying beyond words.

By the time he was half-hard, Dan finally released his lips.

Sagawa turned around hesitantly. Huey was resting his chin on one hand, wearing a faint smirk and staring at them like he was watching porn. The shame hit Sagawa like a brick wall.

He tried to pull away from Dan, but Dan sensed it and gripped him tighter.

“You really are a hopelessly lewd president,” Huey squinted, voice amused.

Dan responded with a smug little laugh and gave Sagawa’s butt a firm squeeze. Sagawa let out a small yelp.

“Well, if you’re gonna go that far, let me see the whole show.”

“No way. If you started wanting him, I’d have a problem.”

Dan’s tone was serious, and Huey burst out laughing.

Ever since Dan had declared, “You’re mine,” his possessiveness had only gotten worse.

It began with “room sharing,” which was essentially forced cohabitation. And now, every evening after work, Sagawa had to message him through social media at least once every hour—or Dan would start calling.

Sagawa was allowed to attend drinking parties, but only the first round. If he came home, Dan would check his whole body like he was turning his anus inside out. It was such a hassle that he hardly ever went out anymore.

Where Dan used to say “If you sleep with another man, I won’t forgive you,” now it had escalated to “If you sleep with another man, I’ll kill him.” His possessiveness had become violent. Sagawa couldn’t even joke about cheating anymore.

Dan’s hand reached for Sagawa’s crotch and slowly tugged down the zipper of his slacks. Half-erect, it pushed up against his boxer briefs. Dan slipped his fingers in and casually pulled Sagawa’s penis out.

“What the hell are you doing?!”

It was a familiar action for urinating—but anywhere outside a bathroom, it was just perverted. And on top of that, his penis…

Dan twisted Sagawa’s body so he faced their guest. Huey might see it—Sagawa panicked and clamped his knees together. Those lustful blue eyes leaned forward from across the table.

“Show him that thing of yours,” Dan said, tapping Sagawa’s closed knees with his finger.

“No way!”

“Why be embarrassed?”

Dan whispered at his ear, and then, from behind, placed his hands on both of Sagawa’s knees and slowly forced them apart. Don’t let him see. I don’t want him to see. It’s humiliating. It’s awful. But Dan’s strength was impossible to resist, and his knees gradually opened.

“Is that written with a pen?”

Huey stared directly at Sagawa’s half-erect tip.

“No, it’s a tattoo,” Dan answered.

Huey covered his forehead with a hand and laughed. “I always knew you had terrible taste, but this is something else.”

When Huey reached forward—as if to touch—it was Dan who smacked his hand away with a sharp slap.

“No one’s allowed to touch this but me.”

Dan stroked the tip, and Sagawa’s hips twitched.

Peeking out from under Dan’s thumb was a tattoo—in elegant script, Dan’s name. Sagawa had never wanted it. The idea of getting a tattoo there was revolting. If he got inked on his glans, how would he ever use a urinal again?

He had refused again and again, but Dan had been relentless. In the end, Sagawa gave in—reluctantly, bitterly.

But just seconds after the procedure began, he regretted everything. The pain was so intense he thought he might die. It turned bright red, swelled up, and gave him a fever.

“From now on, any man who sucks your cock will be taking my name into his mouth too.”

Dan sounded utterly satisfied as he gently stroked the part of Sagawa’s penis where his name had been tattooed. The swelling had gone down. Sagawa had hoped that going this far might make Dan’s possessiveness ease up a little—but instead, it had only gotten worse.

Dan seemed to tire of playing with the name. He slipped a finger beneath Sagawa’s shaft and into his underwear, pressing his middle finger against the still-soft spot they’d used just that morning.

“Wait, no—!”

Schlp—the finger pushed in.

“Ah—!”

As Sagawa cried out, Dan turned his face and kissed him. The finger pushed deeper as their lips locked.

Sagawa’s cock, marked with its owner's name, swayed gently in front of them. Across the table, a pair of blue eyes—Huey’s—watched it hungrily. Sagawa was mortified. And yet… the fact that he was being watched made it more exciting. There was a porn genre called voyeurism—maybe he had a kink for it after all.

Dan kept uncovering new layers of his sexuality, things Sagawa hadn’t known—and maybe never wanted to know.

The finger stirring inside him felt good. But it wasn’t enough. He wanted more. He needed something bigger—hotter, softer, something that would make him melt. The part of him where the finger moved clenched all on its own, aching for it.

His body craved Dan’s sex even more now than before they’d broken up. Back then, he never thought about wanting it. Now he wanted to be taken.

That terrified him.

His body had changed—just like a woman’s—yearning to be filled. He didn’t know what kind of person he was becoming. Marriage. Children. A normal life. The future he’d once imagined now felt distant, hazy.

How had it come to this?

Tracing the memory backward, a vision came into focus—it was raining. That day. That moment… Dan had ducked under the café awning, rain dripping from his shoulders…

Dan’s finger slipped out. He tugged down Sagawa’s underwear and slacks, leaving only socks on. He turned Sagawa to face him, loosened the front of his own slacks, and pulled out what had already grown to full size.

Big, warm, arched—it was the thing that knew exactly how to pull pleasure out of him and make him moan.

Sagawa lifted his knees, trembling, his own tip leaking enough to stain Dan’s shirt. He pressed himself down against the firm length, slowly lowering his hips. As the tip entered, that familiar shiver of pleasure ran through him. The slow drag deeper inside made him twitch.

Moaning, “Ah, ah,” Sagawa rocked his hips on his own, overwhelmed, about to lose control.

I want to kiss.

Messy and deep—he wanted to feel good from both ends.

“Mmm, looks tasty. Mind if I have a little taste too?”

A voice—Huey’s—reminded them he was still there.

“No,” Dan replied flatly. “No one’s eating my masterpiece.”

Dan traced the name etched into the tip with a slick hand, and as Sagawa moaned above him, Dan gave him exactly what he wanted—a deep, scooping kiss, full of heat.

THE END OF ARCH TWO

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