[~2400 Words]
─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───
"I understand what you mean," Suzuki Tomoko said slowly. "Your father has an illegitimate son—a boy—who legally has the right to inherit the family."
"You and your brother have no male heirs," she continued. "So according to your father's will, this illegitimate brother could inherit the family estate."
Suzuki Tomoko had been completely fooled.
Suzuki Shiro nearly laughed out loud.
He hadn't expected himself to be so convincing—so skilled at deceiving his wife and making her believe such absurd nonsense.
None of it was true.
Every word was a lie.
But because of his status—chairman and CEO of the Suzuki family—his words carried unquestionable authority.
Someone ordinary saying the same thing would never be believed, but coming from him, it sounded irrefutable.
He was certain now. As long as Tomoko believed this inheritance crisis was real, she would agree to have a child with Fujiwara Takuya—for the sake of the family.
And once that happened, the task would be completed.
"Yes," Suzuki Shiro said calmly. "As long as you have a child with him and claim the child is mine, the inheritance issue will be resolved. In the future, Sonoko and Ayako can still inherit the family as well."
Suzuki Tomoko lowered her head, deep in thought.
If Suzuki Shiro truly had a younger brother who could inherit the family, then this was a serious threat—one she couldn't ignore.
She wanted the Suzuki fortune to belong to her daughters.
"Then why him?" she asked after a moment. "Why not look for someone else?"
Why?
Because Fujiwara Takuya was exceptional.
Because he was the only S-level talent.
The system only acknowledged S-level individuals—no one else would suffice. Shiro wouldn't utter those words.
Still, Suzuki Tomoko didn't voice those doubts. Outwardly, she remained calm.
"It's simple," Suzuki Shiro replied smoothly. "He will carry Suzuki blood. And I will treat him as my own son."
"If a child with Suzuki blood exists," he continued, "I can openly suppress those inheritance documents. The consortium will remain ours."
As he spoke, Suzuki Shiro convinced even himself.
The family fortune had to be protected—no matter the cost.
Tomoko felt that his reasoning made sense.
As for Suzuki Shiro's so-called younger brother, he was already old. Who knew whether he could even have children? In the end, everything still depended on her.
Suzuki Jirokichi, on the other hand, was absolutely out of the question. If she went to him, he might gain leverage over the family.
So she had no choice but to look elsewhere.
At the very least… the man should be young and handsome.
She couldn't possibly bring herself to be with someone ugly.
Suzuki Shiro was ugly too—but he was rich, powerful, and the head of a massive conglomerate. That made all the difference.
"Alright," Suzuki Tomoko finally said. "For the sake of the child, I'm willing to do this. But how do I explain it to him? What if he refuses?"
For the sake of her daughters—and the enormous family fortune—she was willing to sacrifice herself.
Suzuki Shiro finally relaxed.
He had succeeded.
The next step was Fujiwara Takuya.
Once both sides were arranged and the task completed, he would regain several months of youth. Later, with Takuya's help, another child could give him even more years.
Immortality no longer felt like a dream.
Even if Tomoko could no longer bear children in the future, he still had two daughters—resources the system could exploit.
His ambition would be fulfilled, step by step.
Shiro Suzuki is slowly but surely going to reach his goal of living forever through his wife and children.
The next morning, Fujiwara Takuya woke early.
In the living room, Miyano Akemi had already prepared breakfast. Dressed in a maid outfit, she sat beside him obediently.
Takuya was generous by nature. Even as the master of the house, he didn't mind his maid dining with him.
He finished breakfast quickly and poured himself a cup of tea, occasionally glancing around the room.
He had already slept with Kisaki Eri, Kudo Yukiko, and Vermouth.
Even Miyano Akemi possessed a Mistress system.
It was time to deal with her.
These past weeks couldn't have been easy for Akemi.
After all, her boyfriend, Akai Shuichi, had betrayed the Black Organization—even if he was little more than a nominal lover.
Akai Shuichi was truly pitiful.
He had been with Akemi for so long, yet nothing had happened between them.
Meanwhile, Takuya had already made her kneel and serve him countless times.
In matters of intimacy, Akai didn't even come close.
Takuya withdrew his gaze.
Tonight, he would sleep with Akemi—and have her bear his child.
He had invested too much time in her. Letting her go now would be a waste.
After work, everything would be set in motion.
No—according to the script, Akemi would come to him tonight, driven by the mission assigned by her system.
He would resist. He would refuse. He would struggle.
And she would ignore all of it and take him anyway.
In the end, he would accept it "reluctantly," just as planned.
Everything was ready.
"I'm heading to work," Takuya said. "If you're bored, go shopping or do whatever you like."
"Alright," Akemi replied.
She watched him leave, then settled comfortably onto the sofa, snacks in one hand and a drink in the other as she turned on the television.
Life was peaceful now.
After Akai Shuichi betrayed the organization, her days there had been nothing but tension and danger.
Working for Fujiwara Takuya was a blessing.
He paid her millions of yen each month, was rarely home, and only required her to clean once a week.
The rest of the time, she could do whatever she pleased.
Perhaps even Takuya himself didn't realize it—
But at the moment, Miyano Akemi's life was far more comfortable than his.
Below is a professionally refined and polished version of the next chapter. The original plot, intent, power dynamics, and character motivations are fully preserved, while grammar, sentence flow, clarity, pacing, and dialogue realism have been significantly improved. The narration now reads smoothly and confidently, with stronger tension and cleaner transitions, without altering your story's direction or tone.
Metropolitan Police Department
Fujiwara Takuya had just arrived when Officer Megure stepped out of his office and walked straight toward him.
"Officer Fujiwara," Megure said, lowering his voice slightly, "Mrs. Suzuki of the Suzuki Group would like to invite you to dinner at a nearby hotel. Do you have time? If so, I think you should go now. She probably wants to personally thank you for solving the case."
Suzuki Tomoko.
One of the most influential figures in the Suzuki Group.
Takuya's impression of her came from television—mature, elegant, and breathtakingly charming.
He had gone to the Suzuki residence the day before and hoped to meet her, but fate hadn't allowed it. Now, she had come to him on her own initiative.
As the possessor of the system, Takuya instinctively understood her true purpose.
Very likely… she wanted a child. His Child.
If that was really the case, he had no reason to refuse.
Recently, he had been bored.
Kisaki Eri and his other lovers were all abroad, leaving him with nothing to do. Since Suzuki Tomoko had personally come knocking, why not enjoy it?
"I understand," Takuya replied calmly. "I'll head over now."
He left the station and drove to the nearby Hotel Megure had mentioned.
At this point, it was almost certain—if Tomoko had no intention of having a child, she wouldn't have chosen a hotel.
As long as both sides agreed, things could move forward tonight.
Takuya soon arrived at the hotel's private dining room.
The moment he opened the door, he felt a sharp, assessing gaze fall on him.
At the far end of the table sat Suzuki Tomoko. Her legs were neatly together, her hands folded elegantly, exuding the unmistakable aura of a refined noblewoman.
She was wearing a red coat, with black lingerie faintly visible beneath it, accentuating her flawless figure. Her makeup was meticulous, and the beauty mark beneath her eye only heightened her allure.
For a moment, Takuya felt the urge to cross the room and take her right then and there.
But he restrained himself.
If anything were to happen, Suzuki Tomoko had to be the one to initiate it.
Only when she made the request could he "reluctantly" agree.
After a brief exchange, a hotel attendant guided them to the presidential suite—luxurious, private, and perfectly suited for discretion.
While Takuya observed Tomoko, she was also carefully studying him.
My husband's so-called illegitimate brother has the right to inherit the family…
As long as a boy of Suzuki blood existed, the inheritance issue would be resolved.
She hadn't expected that the man her husband chose would be Fujiwara Takuya—a rising star within the police force.
Fortunately, he was young, handsome, and well-built.
If she had to be with another man anyway, it was far better to choose someone like him than some greasy old man with a beer belly.
A young, handsome man like this had once been her dream.
She had fantasized about it countless times—yet never dared to act on it.
Today, under her husband's "permission," she had finally agreed to sleep with him.
Though their reasons differed, both Fujiwara Takuya and Suzuki Tomoko shared the same goal.
A child.
After a light meal prepared by the hotel, the two finally spoke.
"Mrs. Suzuki," Takuya asked politely, "what can I do for you today?"
Tomoko snapped back to reality, once again struck by how handsome he was. She forced herself to remain composed.
"Officer Fujiwara," she said calmly, "first, I want to sincerely thank you for resolving the case, apprehending the murderer, and handling the public response so professionally."
"You're too kind," Takuya replied. "This is simply our duty as police officers—to serve the people."
Outwardly polite, inwardly impatient, Takuya waited for her to get to the point.
Suzuki Tomoko hesitated.
Saying such things out loud was still difficult for her, no matter how much she wanted it.
But she had Suzuki Shiro backing her.
Seeing her hesitation, Takuya stood.
"If there's nothing else, Mrs. Suzuki, I'll take my leave."
He needed to pressure her—just a little.
As expected, the moment he turned to leave, Tomoko panicked.
"Wait, Officer Fujiwara."
She stood abruptly.
"I… I want a child. But my husband no longer has the ability. Can you help me?"
Takuya stopped, suppressing a smile.
So direct?
He'd expected it—but not this quickly.
"Mrs. Suzuki," he said with concern, "are you joking? If Mr. Suzuki found out, we'd all be in serious trouble."
Tomoko's eyes lit up.
The fact that he hesitated meant he cared.
That was good.
"Don't worry," she said softly. "I have two daughters, but my husband wants a son to inherit the family fortune. This was his idea."
As she spoke, she deliberately crossed her long, slender legs, letting the pale curve of her thigh catch his eye.
Takuya's throat tightened.
Those legs… he wanted them wrapped around his waist as he pounded her.
Still, he resisted.
"That won't work either," he said firmly. "I have a girlfriend. I can't betray her."
Suzuki Tomoko felt even more satisfied.
Resisting temptation for his girlfriend?
She liked that.
And precisely because of that, she wanted him even more.
"I have something else to attend to," Takuya said, standing again. "I'll be leaving now."
Suzuki Tomoko… you'd better make the next move, he prayed inwardly.
She didn't disappoint him.
"Officer Fujiwara," she said coldly, "you should understand the power of the Suzuki Group. If you refuse, I can make your career very difficult."
A naked threat.
And unfortunately for her—
Takuya loved being threatened by beautiful women.
Outwardly, he stiffened, his face darkening as if furious but helpless.
Tomoko felt a surge of pride.
She stepped behind him, pressing her chest lightly against his back, patting his chest slowly.
"Not bad," she murmured. "You look like someone who'd be very good at having children."
Takuya's expression turned green.
Good at giving birth?
That was his line.
In another room, Suzuki Shiro watched everything unfold through the monitor.
Seeing Tomoko take the initiative made him uncomfortable—yet strangely excited.
Only now did he realize it.
This was his wife's true nature.
A normal woman… who liked handsome men.
Instead of anger, anticipation rose within him.
Something stirred.
Was he… recovering?
Suzuki Shiro laughed softly, his heart pounding.
Perhaps watching her with another man was stimulating him.
If that was the case, then he absolutely couldn't stop this.
What man wouldn't want to regain his manhood?
With no interference from Shiro, Suzuki Tomoko no longer hesitated.
She was ready.
"Officer Fujiwara," she said calmly, "you don't want to lose your job at the Metropolitan Police Department, do you? I have that power."
Takuya's face wore a look of inner turmoil.
Like, what choice did he have?
"…Fine," he said at last. "But only once. Don't bother me again."
A blatant lie.
If there was a first time, there would be a second—and a third.
"No problem," Tomoko replied sweetly. "Just once."
In her heart, she was already planning the next meeting.
As long as she wasn't pregnant, she wouldn't stop.
And she had no intention of ever letting him escape.
What she didn't know—
Was that Fujiwara Takuya was thinking the exact same thing.
─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───
["Thanks for reading!, and I hope you enjoyed the chapter. See you in the next one."]
Add my story to the Library and Review if possible.
Boost me up using Spirit Stones if you like it.
--------------------