I pulled back slightly, tracing a finger along her jaw. "Huh… so he pays you, and you let him…You let him touch you? Day after day? And I'm just… what, a new toy?" Her eyes widened, and she gasped softly, almost panicking, afraid to lose me so soon.
"No! Master! It's not like that… I mean… I… I only… only Roku comes because he has no one else. But you… you're different!" I leaned closer, keeping up with my jealousy act.
"Different? Am I supposed to believe that? Or am I just another distraction until he comes crawling back?" Zumi bit her lip, shaking her head frantically.
"No! Master, listen! He comes to me every Tuesday, Friday, and sometimes Sunday afternoons. Always sneaking in, always needing… but you—you make me feel things he never could! I'd never cheat on you, never let anyone else… please, Master, you have to believe me!" Her hands gripped my shoulders, pressing herself closer. Her body trembled as she whispered all the times Roku had come, describing in detail how he'd begged, how she'd moaned, how she'd served him like a submissive little puppet.
"Don't keep secrets from me my sweet darling cumslut."
"You don't need details of such a lousy man. Roku's cock is nothing compared to yourself. It can barely get passed my G-spot but I have to pretend I'm in the mood and moan for him and then he forces me to swallow his old man cum! I feel so disgusted thinking about it now."
"Well done my darling. I have somewhere to go, hope you remember our deal. Break off things with Roku by this afternoon or forget about being my regular and enjoying bonuses. If you don't, I might as well jump on the next girl I see in the cafe, you don't want that Sweetheart?"
Zumi's eyes widened, a shiver running down her spine. "M-Master… I… I understand! I'll… I'll cut him off! I swear, only you from now on! No more Roku, I promise!"
I stepped closer, letting my presence dominate the small room. "Good. You know what it means to be my regular, right? That you're mine, completely. No other men, no games, no excuses. You obey, you deliver… and you'll be rewarded well."
"Y-Yes, Master… I'll do anything. Just… don't be upset with me. I… I've made mistakes before, but only you… you're the one I want to please."
I smirked, circling her slowly. "That's better. Now, you know what to do. End things with him before this afternoon. I expect proof. And after that… we start fresh. Do you want to be my favorite? My top girl?"
"Yes! Master! Only you! I… I'll be perfect for you!" she cried, pressing herself against me as if to physically pledge her loyalty. I let a small chuckle escape, stroking her hair softly.
"Good. That's what I like to hear. Now, go on… handle your business. And don't even think about lying to me, darling. I'll know." Zumi nodded, biting her lip that it got so swollen quickly.
"I… I'll make you proud, Master… I swear!"
I watched her scurry toward the stairs, the velvet curtains of the Starfall Suite swinging gently behind her. Inside, I leaned against the wall, smirking. This was going to be far more entertaining than I'd imagined. Roku had no idea what was coming… and Zumi? She'd learn quickly whose hands she really belonged in.
She was finally out of my sight and I could drop the fake rich accent and be myself for once. I slid off the bed, jerking off the last cum I had on my cock onto the rug and walked to the bathroom to clean myself up. My hands went to my suit on the ground, and I picked them up and straightened them one by one until it was neat and then dressed back into it.
When I was fully suited again, I picked up the phone I had positioned earlier to capture everything that had unfolded in the Starfall Suite. I tapped the screen, letting the first 35 seconds of the recording play, enjoying her moans, her cries, her pleas for me to slam my cock in her pussy more.
I nodded, eyes glinting. "Perfect," I murmured to myself, my mind already running through the possibilities. This was more than proof to show Zumi was definitely 'the pull out the credit card and I will give you everything you want' girl. Everything was falling into place exactly the way I wanted.
"Roku won't know what hits him when I email this video to him." Saying, I stepped out from the Starfall Suite door, hurrying down the stairs and coming back to the normal cafe where people didn't know a motel was above their heads. Zumi sighted me from afar while she was serving a couple brownies and followed me.
"Sir, are you leaving so soon? You won't like another round? How about some free food to take away as you go? Um, I am free for a bit, how about I escrot you to your car?" I shook my head, offering a faint smile.
"I have something to do at the building next door. You can stay here." Her lips pressed together in a small pout, then she tore a brown paper bag from the corner of the counter. With a red pen, she scribbled down a phone number:
+81 90 1234 5678
Cumslut...
Beneath it, she wrote her nickname. She folded the paper carefully and handed it to me. "I'll be in touch," I said lightly, turning toward the street. The café's door swung closed behind me and I let out that my ver handsome smirk.
"Phase 1 revenge completely."
******
I strode through the company gates, recalling how early morning rush to work always looked like. My eyes darted to the familiar security man who ensured my days of working here were more than miserable and treated me like a nuisance whenever I came in. His eyes scanned me, and for a second it wasn't arrogance but a polite smile.
'Another loser drawn by wealth!' I muttered, smirking again. He straightened, a courteous smile spreading across his face.
"Good morning, sir, welcome to Kenshao Corp. Can I escort you to Mr. Roku's office?" I smirked internally. He had no idea who I really was.
"Yes, that would be appreciated," I replied, smuggling up internally. 'Later… you'll get yours,' I thought, silently promising to deal with him at my leisure. He led me through the familiar halls, stepping aside at every turn, and I could feel my colleague's eyes now taking me seriously.
"This is as far as I go, sir. I'll leave you here."
"Thank you," I said graciously, watching him retreat.
I squared my shoulders, raised my hand, and knocked firmly on the sleek wooden door.
"Enter," Roku's voice called from inside. I opened the door and stepped inside. Roku swivelled around in his high-backed leather chair, eyes widening slightly before settling into his usual, overly confident smile.
"Mr. Hiroto Ishikawa! I didn't know you wanted to come today instead of next tomorrow. Come on, and seat!" he said, gesturing toward the leather chair across from his desk. I paused for a fraction of a second, confused as to who Hiroto Ishikawa was and why Roku couldn't differentiate me from him and then I looked downwards.
The suit...It was as if it gave me a different personality and blinded people from seeing the real me— Nice!
"Yes, thank you,shall I seat?" I let a small, impressed tilt of my head show him I was assessing the place, admiring the setup.
He didn't let me complete my statement before he rose from his seat and pulled out a plush cushion chair for me. I lowered myself into the chair, straightening my tie subtly, letting my eyes lock with his. "Should I call you by your full name or...? This is my first time of meeting you. I got your contacts from a friend of mine when I went to the presidential suite. It's a pleasure and a dream come through to be working side by side with a guru of business like you. "
"Mr. Ishikawa is fine by me." My posture screamed 'wealthy, influential investor' without giving anything away. " I have heard a lot about your company too."
Roku smiled, clearly flattered by the praise. "Ah, very polite of you, Mr. Ishikawa. I must say, your reputation precedes you. Everyone in the industry speaks highly of your insight—and your ability to spot opportunities others miss."
I nodded slowly, letting a quiet confidence settle over the room. "I believe in recognizing potential where it lies. And I've been following Kenshao's work for some time. There's real ingenuity here… the kind that can redefine markets."
Roku leaned forward, his elbows on the desk, hands clasped. "You honor us with your interest. I was hoping someone with your experience could provide guidance on an investment I'm considering. It's… rather special."
I arched an eyebrow, maintaining eye contact. "Oh? I'd be delighted to hear about it. Please, walk me through everything."
He gestured toward a digital tablet on his desk, swiping through slides with a mix of pride and anticipation. "We've had preliminary discussions with potential investors," he began, "but you, Mr. Ishikawa, bring not just capital, but vision. I'd like your thoughts on our game's expansion—especially in international markets. Your insight could shape the future of Kenshao entirely."
I smiled faintly, tilting my head as I studied the presentation. "Absolutely, amazing! I came in expecting excellence and I got even better." I said, letting a small, approving smile touch my lips. "Which is why I thought it best to visit personally, review some of the material, and perhaps discuss how we might formalize the investment."
Roku leaned back, clearly puffed with pride, already assuming the meeting would go his way. Perfect. My game, my designs, my hard work—they would all be back under my control before he even realized what hit him.