"Withdraw the lawsuit. Call off all the collection agencies."
"The old man's dead anyway, Kiyotsugu's been driven out. That little brat becoming someone else's plaything... hmph, at least she's brought enough shame to the Toyokawa name."
...
The rain over Tokyo continued to fall.
In the warm bathroom of Genesis Mansion, Sakiko was like a puppet, letting Seiji wash her body.
Meanwhile, in the stratosphere ten thousand meters above, a flight to the southern hemisphere was piercing through the clouds.
Kiyotsugu Toyokawa sat in the corner of economy class, clutching his new identity documents and account information, gazing out at the pitch-black night sky. Guilt flickered in his eyes.
But soon, it was replaced by the relief of having escaped.
Outside, the rain still fell, drops drumming against the massive floor-to-ceiling windows.
Inside the master bedroom of Genesis Mansion.
The air was thick with something subtle and sensual.
Scattered across the hardwood floor were several pieces of wet clothing, belonging to the "Toyokawa family's young miss." Now they lay like carelessly discarded trash, crumpled in the shadows, ignored.
On the wide bed in the center of the room, Sakiko held a position too shameful to describe.
She knelt at the edge of the bed, upper body pressed against the soft velvet sheets, waist deeply arched, her round ass raised high, facing Seiji who sat at the bedside.
Her long hair cascaded like a waterfall, hiding most of her face, revealing only a length of elegant, slender neck that gleamed like jade in the dim light.
If anyone could see this scene, they would surely find it breathtaking.
Because the girl kneeling in this obscene posture was once a radiant beauty on stage, the former young miss of the Toyokawa family, an excellent student in all respects, a stunning girl with features like the white moon that countless people couldn't forget, Sakiko Toyokawa.
She carried an aura of purity.
Even now, naked and posed so humiliatingly, she still radiated a noble quality that made others hesitate to defile her.
But that nobility had now become a sacrificed offering.
"Relax, Sakiko."
Seiji's voice came from behind her, full of amusement.
He didn't rush to the next step. Instead, he extended his fingers, slowly tracing down the mountain-like curves of her spine.
His fingertips sliding over her skin felt cool and delicate.
"Mm..."
Sakiko's body instinctively shuddered.
But she didn't pull away. Instead, she lowered her waist further, pushing her ass back toward him.
Her expression was calm.
Those amber eyes held no humiliation, no hatred, only the stillness of a deep pool.
Since she'd sold herself, her only mission as merchandise was to satisfy the buyer.
Even if that demand was so absurd, so shameful.
Whatever she thought inside, Sakiko revealed nothing.
In short, what remained here was only a shell deliberately pandering to please a man.
"I'm ready."
Sakiko's voice was soft but clear.
She reached back with both hands and spread her asscheeks apart, exposing her tight, virgin asshole to Seiji's gaze, presenting it completely without reservation.
No resistance whatsoever.
Unimaginable that she would cooperate to this extent, as if she didn't care what Seiji did to her.
"Good girl."
Seiji chuckled.
He picked up a tube of special lubricating gel from the nightstand, squeezed some onto his fingertips, and smeared it directly onto her puckered hole.
The cold sensation of the gel made Sakiko's breath hitch for a moment, but she quickly suppressed it.
"It might hurt a little."
Seiji leaned down, whispering in her ear. "After all, your ass has never been used. But I won't go easy on you."
"Yes."
Sakiko closed her eyes, long lashes casting shadows over her eyelids. "Please... do as you wish."
That was her answer.
No begging, no struggling. Only the submission of someone treating herself as a tool.
Seiji said no more.
He pressed his slicked finger against her tight ring and slowly pushed inside.
"Mm...!"
Sakiko let out a suppressed groan.
For her virgin asshole, the intrusion was a tremendous shock.
That hole was meant to be an exit, not an entrance.
Her sphincter instinctively wanted to reject, to clench tight, but reason forced her to relax every muscle, to accept the finger probing deep into her ass.
More terrifying still, deep inside her body, an incomprehensible, electric tingling began to rise from this rough invasion.
That was pleasure hidden beneath the pain, a female instinct.
This pleasure was so contrary to ethics, yet so real.
Sakiko's body trembled, not just from pain, but from an unspeakable excitement. That pure, noble face flushed with unnatural color from this contradictory stimulation, looking both sacred and lewd.
As time passed, one finger became two, then three.
The stretching brought an aching fullness that made Sakiko's breathing grow more and more ragged. She could feel her asshole being forced wider with each addition, her inner walls gripping and releasing around his knuckles.
Beads of sweat formed on her forehead, strands of hair sticking to her cheeks, making her look both wretched and bewitching.
But even in these moments, she didn't forget her place.
"Master..."
She used that deeply shameful title, squeezing out from her throat the sound Seiji most wanted to hear. "I... I want more..."
"Haha, then your master will satisfy you!"
Seiji withdrew his fingers, trailing silvery strings of lube.
He pulled out his cock. Fully erect and thick, it looked intimidating in the lamplight.
"Turn around." He commanded.
Sakiko struggled to turn her head, gazing at him with hazy yet forcibly calm eyes.
"Look at it." Seiji stroked his shaft, pointing the swollen head at her. "This cock bought your father's life. It's also your future master."
"Remember this feeling, Sakiko."
"From now on, your body, your soul, even every right you've surrendered, belongs to this cock."
With that, he gave no warning. Pressing the thick head of his cock against her loosened asshole, he thrust his hips forward and drove inside.
"AAAHHHH—!!!"
Even with all the mental preparation, that tearing sensation made Sakiko scream.
Her fingers clawed desperately at the sheets, knuckles white with effort. Tears finally spilled uncontrollably, sliding down her cheeks, dripping onto the pillow.
But Sakiko didn't pull away.
She bit her lip hard, even unconsciously rocking her hips backward, trying to take his cock even deeper into her ass.
Pain.
Such pain.
But accompanying the agony was something strange, a fullness she'd never experienced.
That feeling of being completely filled, completely possessed, her asshole stretched around his thick shaft, stripped of all autonomy, somehow brought a twisted peace to her heart.
Finally... no more struggling.
No more thinking about 16.8 billion, no more thinking about family honor, no more facing this cruel world.
As long as I'm this man's toy, as long as his cock fills me, that's enough.
Once this thought appeared, it spread through her entire body like poison.
If her former bandmates saw this scene, they'd probably collapse on the spot.
Sakiko Toyokawa, who always held her spine straight, proud beyond compare, was now like a beast in heat, swaying her hips as Seiji pounded her ass from behind, moaning shamelessly.
The night grew deep.
The sounds in the room still hadn't stopped.
The wet slap of his hips against her ass, mixed with the girl's suppressed cries and the man's low grunts, played out a wild, debauched symphony in this rainy night.
Sakiko had lost count of how many times she'd cum.
Her consciousness had grown hazy; only her body still instinctively moved to his rhythm, her asshole clenching around his cock with each thrust.
Each impact branded another of Seiji's marks onto her soul. These marks would stay with her for life, constantly reminding her whose possession she was.
Finally, Seiji buried himself to the hilt and came, pumping hot cum deep into her ass until everything settled into calm.
Sakiko collapsed on the bed like a broken doll, her body covered in purple marks and cum leaking from her stretched hole.
Her eyes stared blankly at the ceiling.
That was the vacant look of excessive pleasure, and also the relief of having survived.
Seiji leaned against the headboard and lit a cigarette.
Through the smoke, he covertly studied the girl beside him.
Keen as always, he'd noticed something off.
During the process, though Sakiko had been obedient, during the "foreplay," she'd seemed too eager. When his fingers had lingered and teased her pussy, her reaction wasn't just shame, it was tinged with something strange... fear?
She'd even arched her hips, practically begging him to get on with it, as if only by being filled could she escape some worse fate.
Does extended foreplay... frighten her?
Seiji pondered to himself.
This didn't seem like simple shyness. It was more like fleeing from some tipping point about to spiral out of control.
Interesting.
It seemed Sakiko's body still held secrets he hadn't uncovered.
Meanwhile, Sakiko lay with her back to Seiji, trying to steady her breathing, her mind in chaos.
She clutched the sheets beneath her, fingertips still trembling slightly.
So close... just a little more...
She thought with frustration.
Seiji's technique was too good, good enough to seem demonic. Just a few strokes of his fingers and whispered words had nearly made her melt.
She knew her body well. There was something unspeakable about it, a trait inherited through her mother's line.
Her mother, when she was alive, had once quietly told her.
Sakiko had thought it absurd at the time, even found her mother's words strange, and hadn't taken them to heart.
But after being claimed by Seiji, she truly experienced the secret of that special constitution her mother had mentioned.
If she came more than five times before actual penetration, her pussy would develop an intense emptiness and craving, followed by an uncontrollable secretion of fragrant nectar.
Once that fluid flowed, she would lose all reason, becoming a beast that only craved essence.
And according to her mother...
In that state, she would hold a fatal attraction for men, along with an almost supernatural nourishing effect. And what the man released inside her would brand itself into her marrow, making her unable to leave that man for the rest of her life.
Though she possessed this constitution.
Few men could resist their urges and extend foreplay that long.
And few had the skill to make a Toyokawa woman climax five consecutive times.
So this secret had remained well-hidden. Even most women in the Toyokawa branch families didn't know about it.
Sakiko hadn't paid it much attention either.
But she'd happened to encounter Seiji Fujiwara, a monster of stamina and technique!
Good thing... I held on just now.
Sakiko bit her lip, feeling the restless urge inside her finally settle with Seiji's penetration.
I absolutely can't let him do extended foreplay in the future... absolutely not.
She made this silent vow, unaware that the man behind her was watching her tense back with a thoughtful gaze.
It seemed there would be no shortage of entertainment ahead.
Seiji smiled inwardly, taking his time before looking away into empty space.
...
[Congratulations Host, you have successfully captured "Sakiko Toyokawa."]
[Second Stage Reward: Special Talent Pool — "Demon Hands" Headhunting Team (S-Rank).]
The system panel materialized.
[Accept reward?]
Accept.
Seiji silently affirmed, closing his eyes to quickly scan the reward's information.
This was a legendary headhunting team known in the industry as "Mad Dogs." Their leader was Jin Kurosawa, once Japan's top headhunting consultant.
But this team was currently blacklisted throughout Japan.
The reason was simple, and absurd: their business capabilities were too strong, their methods too ruthless.
Especially Jin Kurosawa. When poaching targets, he'd not only turned an entire core laboratory against their company, but also uncovered their financial fraud, causing the target company to go straight into bankruptcy.
This "scorched earth" approach had enraged the major conglomerates and HR associations.
They'd been collectively blacklisted, going from industry elite to pariahs overnight.
Crushed by the mediocre because they were too excellent?
A cold smile curved Seiji's lips.
Right now, the Genesis Group was facing an industry alliance's blacklisting. What he needed was exactly this kind of mad dog that dared to bite and could kill.
The perfect reward.
He clicked [Accept] in his mind.
Coincidentally, the other medical groups in Tokyo seem displeased with my expansion, making moves behind the scenes?
Let's bring Jin Kurosawa back to catch up with his old friends who blacklisted him.
Seiji leaned against the headboard and lit a cigarette.
He glanced at the girl beside him but said nothing tender. He just reached over, grabbed a towel, and tossed it onto her.
"Clean up."
He said. "There's a funeral to attend tomorrow."
Sakiko's fingers twitched. She slowly grasped the towel.
"Yes... Master."
Her voice was hoarse and broken, yet still carried that heartbreaking obedience.