"Their salaries will follow what we agreed on before after signing the contract."
Hayama Riko nodded, not saying anything.
Although she could no longer continue working directly within the idol agency, her current position was essentially equivalent to that of Hanada Yui. In terms of authority, trust, and influence, there was little difference between them.
This arrangement made Hayama Riko extremely satisfied.
She understood very clearly what kind of position Akira Fujimiya had placed her in.
"The training of virtual idols must not be neglected," Akira reminded her calmly. "I don't want them making careless mistakes. Do you understand?"
"I understand, Akira-sama," Hayama Riko answered without hesitation, her tone serious and respectful.
Even if Akira had not said it explicitly, she would still have been strict. Virtual idols might exist behind screens and models, but that did not mean they could afford to be careless — Discipline, consistency, and professionalism were still essential.
After Akira and Hayama Riko ended their video call, he finished the cold drink placed in front of him. The ice had already melted, leaving condensation on the glass. He placed it aside and initiated another call.
This time, the screen connected to Kamihara Kei.
The two spoke for nearly half an hour.
By the end of the conversation, a clear consensus had been reached.
All resources of the idol agency would be prioritized for Sakurajima Mai.
As for the other idols, they would continue training while also conducting online live broadcasts. In addition to that, idol-related variety shows would be launched, jointly produced by them and the idol agency.
As the person in charge of the programs, Kamihara Kei would oversee all arrangements, from casting to production scheduling.
For this, she was very grateful.
She knew very well that this was a form of trust Akira was placing in her hands. She also understood that she needed to repay that trust with results.
Akira himself did not claim to understand idol variety shows deeply, but he still proposed a general concept.
Several idol groups would compete for a direct debut opportunity, while the program would also record and showcase their daily lives — Training, rehearsals, interpersonal relationships, struggles, and growth would all be presented to the audience.
Of course, acting and performance were acceptable, but everything had to remain within reasonable limits.
After hearing this, Kamihara Kei fell silent for a brief moment.
Her first reaction was that Akira's idea was far too idealistic.
The real world of idols was extremely harsh!
Without resources, opportunities, and backing from an agency, many girls would never stand on a large stage in their entire lives — Competition among idols was very tough, far more complex than what most people imagined.
Akira noticed the hesitation in her expression.
He smiled gently through the screen and looked directly at Megumi Kanhara.
"Ms. Kamihara," he said calmly, "you've seen the cruelty of the idol industry for a long time. Don't you want to change something? Don't you want to let them have more dreams?"
Kamihara Kei froze for a moment, then reacted almost instantly.
"Fujimiya-sama, you mean…"
"That's right," Akira said slowly. "I'm not naive enough to believe idol life is beautiful all the time. But I want to show their best side to the audience."
He paused slightly, then continued.
"This will attract a lot of viewers. It will also attract many girls who want to become idols."
Kamihara Kei's eyes widened slightly, a hint of surprise on her face.
Akira nodded.
That reaction confirmed she understood his intention.
"Fujimiya-sama… you wouldn't be... trying to obtain materials through this program, and then adapt the idols' experiences into animations, right?" Kamihara Kei suddenly realized something deeper.
"Congratulations, Ms. Kamihara," Akira said with a light clap of his hands. "You guessed my next plan."
Kamihara Kei's expression became complicated.
She could only describe the idea as bold.
The idol variety show would expose the idols to the public, while the adapted animations would belong to the idol agency and Flash Animation — In a sense, the idols were being utilized twice, both for exposure and for content creation.
However, she also understood that Akira's long-term plan was to reinvest everything back into the idol agency. Once a few popular idols emerged, the agency would be one step closer to standing alongside major industry players.
"Ms. Kamihara," Akira continued, his tone steady, "just go for it. Even if the idols fail, they can became virtual idols or any other careers if they want. As long as they don't give up, I will continue giving them opportunities."
"I'll let them keep moving toward their dreams."
Kamihara Kei looked at him intently through the screen.
"Fujimiya-sama… don't you care about money?"
"No matter how much money you have," Akira replied calmly, "It's just a number. If I can help others realize their dreams and make money at the same time, then the money I spend has meaning."
Kamihara Kei lowered her head slightly.
"Even if you're lying, Fujimiya-sama," she said seriously, "I still admire you."
"Whether it's a lie or not," Akira replied with a faint smile, "you'll know later."
He didn't explain further.
"I won't let you down," Kamihara Kei said firmly. "I'll prepare a detailed plan for the idol variety show as soon as possible."
She took a deep breath, feeling a renewed sense of motivation.
After all the work was finished, Akira stood up and glanced at the time.
More than two hours had passed.
"Sorry for making you work with me for so long, Saki," Akira said as he looked at Kawasaki Saki.
"Akira-kun," Kawasaki Saki replied with a gentle smile, "I've learned a lot."
"Don't believe everything I say," Akira said, shaking his head slightly. "Six out of ten of my words are lies."
"But I believe," Kawasaki Saki said softly as she packed up the laptop, "that Akira-kun is trying to help them realize their dreams, not exploit them."
Akira smiled faintly.
"This world is already gentle in many ways," he said. "So I want to try my best to be a gentle person too."
He lightly patted her head.
"Go back to your room and put your things away. Then we'll go to the indoor swimming pool. I'm very interested in water volleyball."
"I… I'm going to change into my swimsuit," Kawasaki Saki said, her cheeks turning red.
She knew very well that Akira was definitely not interested in water volleyball.
A few minutes later, Akira changed into swimming trunks, while Kawasaki Saki changed into a new swimsuit.
The two of them walked together toward the indoor swimming pool.
On the way, Akira casually invited Kawasaki Saki to go boating at night to watch the stars.
Kawasaki Saki understood what that implied and hummed softly in response, her face turning even redder.
.....
.....
When they arrived at the entrance of the indoor swimming pool, Akira pushed the door open and walked inside.
Several girls turned to look at him, clearly surprised.
Akira scanned the pool area briefly before walking toward Nishimiya Shouko.
Kawasaki Saki, meanwhile, joined the water volleyball group.
Standing beside Nishimiya Shouko was Hiratsuka-sensei.
When Hiratsuka Shizuka noticed Akira approaching, her face flushed slightly, and she instinctively looked away.
Nishimiya Shouko also lowered her head shyly.
Akira walked over and stood between them.
One arm naturally wrapped around Nishimiya Shouko's slender waist. With the other hand, he lightly touched Hiratsuka Shizuka's hand before withdrawing it.
Hiratsuka Shizuka's heart skipped a beat at the slight touch, her face burning red.
Nishimiya Shouko used sign language to explain the current situation of the water volleyball game.
Akira watched her quietly, before leaning closer and whispered something into her ear.
Nishimiya Shouko's face immediately turned red when she heard it.
...
As the sun began to set, the girls left the swimming pool and walked back toward the villa.
They hadn't felt tired while swimming, but once they were back on land, exhaustion hit them all at once.
Especially, Yuigahama Yui—who leaned directly against Akira's shoulder, clinging to him as they walked.
Isshiki Iroha noticed this and felt a bit envious, but she didn't step forward.
After all, Yukinoshita Yukino was right there too.
If she acted too boldly, it would only make the others uncomfortable.
Isshiki Iroha also didn't want to be disliked by her senpai's.
When they were almost back at the villa, Akira suddenly bent down and picked Yuigahama Yui up in a princess carry.
Yuigahama Yui shyly buried her face against his chest, not daring to meet anyone's eyes.
Yukinoshita Yukino glanced at them but said nothing.
While, Sakurajima Mai seemed to have questions, but didn't ask them directly.
.....
Inside the Villa,
Akira carried Yuigahama Yui back to her room, also helped her change her clothes, and then left.
As soon as he stepped outside, he saw the second Miss Yukinoshita standing nearby.
Yukinoshita Yukino rolled her eyes at him and walked straight into her room.
After thinking for a moment, Akira followed her inside.
When Yukinoshita Yukino realized he had entered, a faint blush appeared on her face.
"I… I need to change clothes," she said softly. "Please go out."
"Yukino," Akira replied as he locked the door, "I like helping people. Let me help you."
"You pervert!" Yukinoshita Yukino immediately understood his intentions and clenched her fists.
"My little Yukino is so cute," Akira said as he hugged her.
She turned her head away with a clear tsundere attitude.
Akira's embrace tightened around her, drawing her body flush against his — The faint hum of the ocean waves filtered through the open window, mingling with the subtle rustle of her damp swimsuit clinging to her skin from an earlier dip in the pool.
Yukino's cheeks heated under his gaze, her raven locks still tousled from the earlier activities, as she twisted her head aside in that signature display of feigned resistance.
"Release me at once, you pervert,"she snapped, though her voice wavered, laced with the underlying affection reserved only for him.
He chuckled softly, lips grazing the shell of her ear, sending a cascade of tingles along her spine.
"But Yukino, as your future husband, it's my duty to assist. Especially after such a refreshing swim."
His fingers trailed down her sides, hooking under the straps of her navy one-piece swimsuit, the elastic material stretched taut over her modest curves. She inhaled sharply, fists pressing lightly against his chest, yet her body betrayed her, leaning into the warmth of his touch.
"This is utterly indecent," she protested, blue eyes flickering with a mix of irritation and....secret anticipation.
Undeterred, Akira eased the straps off her shoulders, the fabric peeling away from her pale shoulders with a soft whisper.
His warm breathe kissed her bared skin, raising faint goosebumps along her arms. Yukino shivered, arms instinctively crossing over her chest as the swimsuit slipped lower, exposing the gentle swell of her breasts—small, firm with cute tips that stiffened in the exposure.
"Don't look so intently," she muttered, averting her gaze to the floor, but her pulse raced visibly at her throat, a sign of her growing arousal.
He knelt before her, hands steady on her hips, guiding the swimsuit down her narrow waist and over the subtle flare of her hips.
The material dragged against her thighs, revealing the smooth plane of her abdomen and the beautiful private area.
Yukino stepped out of the garment with hesitant, now standing vulnerable in the nude, her skin flushed from neck to toes.
Akira's eyes roamed appreciatively, but his touch remained reverent, palms skimming up her calves to her thighs, thumbs circling the sensitive inner flesh.
"You're exquisite, my love," he murmured, voice husky with desire.
A soft "hmpf" escaped her lips, but she didn't retreat, allowing him to rise and draw her close again.
Kiss!
His mouth captured hers in a tender press, lips parting to invite his tongue, which she met with a tentative swirl of her own—silky and warm, tasting his saliva which has became her daily routine.
Slurp! Slurp! Kiss!
Kiss! Slurp! Kiss!
The kiss deepened, breaths mingling in hot puffs, her hands clutching his shirt as if to steady herself against the whirlwind of sensations.
Akira's fingers explored her back, tracing the area of her spine before cupping her rear—compact and toned, yielding softly under his knead.
Breaking the kiss with a gasp, Yukino's eyes hooded, her resolve fraying.
"You're incorrigible," she breathed, yet she arched into him as his lips descended to her collarbone, nipping lightly before trailing lower.
He lavished attention on one breast, tongue laving the peaked nipple in broad, languid strokes that made her knees weaken.
"Mmm~"
A quiet mewl slipped free from her throat, her fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him nearer despite her words.
"S-stop that... ah."
The suction grew firmer, teeth grazing the tender bud, while his hand mirrored the action on the other side, pinching and rolling until sparks ignited low in her belly.
Akira guided her to the edge of the bed, seating her gently before parting her knees. Her core glistened with budding moisture, folds pink and inviting. He leaned in, breath fanning over her heat, eliciting a sharp intake from Yukino.
"Akira... we shouldn't," she whispered, but her thighs trembled open wider, protests dissolving into needy whimpers as his tongue extended, flattening against her clit in a slow drag.
The flavor of her essence—musky and intimate—flooded his senses, and he hummed approval, vibrations pulsing through her.
She bucked subtly, hands fisting the duvet, as he alternated flicks and circles around the swollen pearl, lips sealing to suckle with rhythmic pulls. Yukino's breaths came in ragged bursts, hips canting to chase the building pressure, her usual poise shattered by the onslaught.
"It feels... too intense," she confessed in a rare moment of vulnerability, his fingers joined the fray, tracing her entrance without breaching, gathering her slickness to glide along the lips, heightening the slick friction.
Tension coiled tighter within her, muscles tensing as waves crested. With a stifled cry—"Akira!"—she unraveled, body quaking in release, clear fluids spilling onto his tongue and chin.
He lapped gently through the aftershocks, soothing her fluttering nerves until she slumped, boneless and spent.
Rising, Akira wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, then retrieved a fresh dress from her luggage—light cotton in soft lavender, perfect for the evening.
He helped her stand on wobbly legs, slipping the garment over her head, the fabric cascading down her form like a gentle wave. His hands smoothed it over her hips, fingers lingering to trace the outline of her curves through the thin material.
Yukino leaned into him, exhausted but content, her cheeks flushed beautifully.
"You're really a tsundere," Akira whispered near her ear.
"Shut up," Yukinoshita Yukino murmured softly, averting her eyes.
.....
During Dinner time,
Akira did not go to the restaurant to eat as usual, but brought dinner to Yukino's room — grilled salmon glistening with lemon butter, steamed vegetables vibrant in color, a side of creamy risotto, and a bottle of chilled juice.
{T/N: She is old enough for s*x but not old enough to drink, yes —bite me😤}
Balancing the tray carefully, he returned to Yukino's room, knocking softly before entering.
Yukino sat on the edge of the bed, her hair now neatly brushed, the flush faded to a soft pink.
She looked up, surprise flickering in her eyes at the sight.
"You didn't have to do this," she said, though her tone held quiet appreciation.
Akira set the tray on a small table by the window, pulling up chairs to create an intimate dining nook overlooking the twilight sea.
"I want to. It's nicer this way—just us for once." He poured the juice, handing her a glass, their fingers brushing in a spark of contact that made her avert her gaze again.
They settled in, the clink of cutlery soft against the plates.
As they ate, Akira noticed her portion dwindling slower than his. With a playful glint, he speared a piece of salmon on his fork, holding it toward her lips.
"Open up," he coaxed, playful tone that she knew too well.
Yukino's cheeks warmed, eyes narrowing in feigned annoyance.
"I'm perfectly capable of feeding myself."
Yet, she parted her lips, accepting the bite, her tongue darting out to catch a stray flake.
Akira smile, his gaze locked on her mouth as she chewed slowly, savoring the buttery taste.
Without saying anything, Akira continued, alternating bites for himself with offerings to her—tender asparagus tips, spoonfuls of risotto that he blew on gently to cool. Each time, her protests grew weaker, a soft "This is ridiculous" murmured between swallows, but she leaned forward.
His free hand rested on her knee under the table, thumb circling lazily, sending warmth up her thigh.
Yukino shifted, the glass paused midway to her lips, but didn't remove it.
Akira dipping a finger into the risotto, tracing it along her lower lip before she sucked it clean, her eyes half-lidded.
"Akira..." she breathed, voice laced with unusal tenderness.
He smiled, leaning in to capture the taste from her mouth in a brief, teasing peck—lips brushing, not quite a full kiss, leaving her wanting.
Dinner wound down, plates cleared, glasses half-empty.
Yukino set her napkin aside,
"Thank you," she said softly, meeting his eyes.
Akira reached across, tucking a stray lock behind her ear.
"Anything for you."
He drew her chair closer, the scrape of wood sliding on the floor—Yukino didn't resist, her hand finding his on the table.
Akira's lips found hers then, starting with soft presses—gentle molds that savored the taste on her tongue.
Kiss! Suck!
His mouth moved with deliberate slowness, upper lip grazing hers, then lower, nipping lightly to draw a gasp.
Yukino responded in kind, her kisses tentative at first, lips parting just enough to invite more.
Kiss! Suck! Kiss!
She tasted him, her breath hitching as his hand cupped her jaw, angling her head for better access.
The kisses deepened gradually, each one building—soft sucks on her full bottom lip, tongue tip flicking out to trace the seam, coaxing her open.
Yukino's fingers curled into his shirt, pulling him nearer, in response Akira's free hand slid to her neck, thumb stroking the pulse point that fluttered wildly, mirroring her growing need.
Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!
"Mhmm"
Their lips met again and again, wet smacks echoing softly, saliva sharing in glossy exchanges.
She sighed into his mouth, her body relaxing. He pulled back a little, only to dive in anew, capturing her upper lip between his, sucking with gentle pressure that made her whimper faintly.
"Mm.."
Yukino's cheeks burned, but she chased his retreat, pressing forward with uncharacteristic eagerness, her love for him evident in the way she yielded.
The kisses turning into something raw, his teeth grazing her lip's edge, eliciting shivers that traveled down her spine.
She mirrored him, nipping back playfully, a spark of her sharp wit in the gesture.
Seconds stretched, the world narrowing to the press of mouths, the warmth building between them like embers.
Schlick! Slurp!
Akira's tongue slipped past her lips, curling against hers in a slow, languid sweep. Yukino met it with a tentative flick, then bolder strokes unlike herself.
Slurp! Slurp!
Slurp! Slup! Slurp!
The wet sounds filled the room—their lips mingling as saliva pooled, dripping slightly at the corners of her mouth.
Yukino's hands roamed to his neck, fingers threading through his hair, tugging lightly to deepen the connection.
Akira groaned softly into her, the vibration humming through her chest, making her nipples tighten against the dress fabric.
Slurp! Lick! Slurp!
Kiss! Slurp! Slurp!
Their tongues battled playfully, hers retreating only to lash forward, tracing the edges of his teeth, savoring the his flavor. He countered by sucking her tongue gently, drawing it fully into his mouth, lips sealing around it in rhythmic pulls that mimicked more intimate acts.
Yukino moaned, a muffled — "Mmmph" —vibrating between them, her thighs pressing together against the ache building low.
The kiss broke for air, strings of saliva connecting their lips, only to crash back together—tongues sliding side by side, then circling in tight spirals.
Akira's hand slipped to her waist, pulling her onto his lap, her legs straddling his as the dress rode up her thighs. She rocked subtly, against his growing hardness — sending sparks through her core.
Wet smacks punctuated the air, breaths ragged and shared, her chest heaving against his.
Yukino's nails dug into his shoulders, anchoring as waves of heat flushed her skin.
"Mm!"
He tilted her head back, to get more access. She retaliated by biting his lower lip softly, then soothing with broad laps, reducing the pain.
The kissing stretched on, leaving them both glossy-lipped and dazed.
Pulling back at last, Akira's eyes darkened with desire, his forehead resting against hers.
"Yukino," he whispered, voice husky, lips brushing her ear as he nuzzled the lobe. "You've got me all worked up again. But I don't want to go through the trouble of undressing you this time."
His breath warm, sending shivers down her neck. She tensed slightly, cheeks flaming, but her body leaned into him.
"What are you suggesting, you pervert?" she murmured, warm bite in her tone, though her hands stayed on his chest.
Not pushing.
He kissed her neck softly, trailing up to her ear. "Let me feel your mouth on me. Just like that—before."
His words were coaxing, affectionate, fingers stroking her hair.
Yukino hesitated, blue eyes flickering, but her resistance were already weakened against him.
"Fine... but only because you asked nicely," she whispered, sliding off his lap to kneel between his legs, her dress pooling around her knees.
Akira's heart raced as she reached for his belt, unbuckling with trembling fingers, the metallic clink loud in the quiet room.
Yukino tugged his pants open, freeing his erection—thick and veined, curving slightly upward, the tip already beaded with pre-cum.
Her eyes widened briefly, a blush deepening, but she wrapped her slender fingers around the base, stroking experimentally, feeling the heat and pulse beneath the skin.
"It's... bigger than I remember," she admitted softly, her pride making her voice steady despite the flush.
Akira groaned, hand guiding her head gently.
Her hands were cold but it only made him feel good.
She leaned in, lips parting to kiss the head softly, tongue darting out to lap the salty droplet, savoring the musky essence unique to him.
The flavor burst on her taste buds—earthy and arousing—prompting her to swirl her tongue around the ridge, tracing the flared edge with wet circles.
After sometimes of tasting, Yukino finally took the tip into her mouth, lips stretching around the girth, sucking lightly as her tongue pressed flat against the underside.
Schlick! Slurrrpp!
"Mmm~"
Wet noises filled the air as she started bobbed her head slowly, tongue flickering against the head.
Akira's hips twitched, fingers tightening in her hair—not forcing, but encouraging. "Just like that, love... You are incredible."
She hummed in response, the vibration rumbling through him, making his cock throb against her palate. Her free hand cupped his balls, rolling them gently, feeling their weight and the soft skin tightening under her. She knew he like it.
Schlick~! Slurp! Schlick~!
Yukino's pace quickened, head dipping lower to take more length, cheeks hollowing with suction.
"Ghck"
Gagging slightly as the head bumped her throat, she paused, breathing through her nose, then relaxed to slide further, lips sealing midway down.
"Gluck! Gluck! Gluck!"
Slurp! Slurp! Slurp!
Saliva started to dribbled from the corners, slicking her chin and his thighs, the lewd sounds echoing with each descent. Her tongue worked relentlessly—flicking, then lapping broad strokes along the vein, tasting every inch.
Akira's breaths grew ragged, praising her with a pleasure expression making her heart beat before she focus on the member.
She varied the rhythm, pulling off to lick the length like an ice cream cone—long drags from base to tip, then sucking the head with popping releases. Her eyes not leaving his as she does it.
Strings of spit connected them, her eyes locking on his, blue depths filled with loving submission.
Before—
Schlick! Schlick!
Slurp! Slurp! Slurp!
Diving back, she hollowed her cheeks harder, bobbing faster, the wet sound intensifying as saliva frothed.
Akira's groan spilled freely—deep, guttural, that spurred her on.
Yukino's jaw ached, but she pushed deeper, throat relaxing to swallow half his length, gurgles bubbling as she hummed vibrations. Tears pricked her eyes from the effort, but she didn't stop, driven by the desire to please him.
Her tongue swirled ceaselessly, pressing into the slit to coax more pre-cum, swallowing the tangy fluid with soft gulps.
Akira's hand guided her rhythm, hips bucking shallowly into her warmth. "Close...," he warned, voice strained.
Slurp-Slurp-Slurp
She redoubled, sucking with fervent pulls, head pistoning rapidly— filling the room alongside his grunts. Tension coiled in him,
With a final deep thrust, Akira came, hot spurts flooding her mouth—thick ropes of cum coating her tongue, salty and viscous.
Yukino's eyes widened, but she didn't pull away, throat working to swallow instinctively. Some overflowed, dribbling down her chin, but Akira held her head gently, whispering—
"Swallow it all, for me." She complied, gulping the warm load with difficulty.
Pulling off with a gasp, she licked her lips clean, a strand of cum breaking as she smiled shyly up at him.
Akira pulled her up into his arms, kissing her forehead. "You were amazing."
Yukino buried her face in his chest, murmuring— "Baka," but her embrace was tight, content in their shared moment.
...
After sometime,
Akira glanced at the peacefully sleeping Yukino before he reach out for his phone in the desk beside the bed—sent a message to Kawasaki Saki and walked out of the room.
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