Megumi was checking the details of a contract when Seiji's fingers, as if by accident, brushed past the hair at the nape of her neck, sliding toward her earlobe.
'Don't pay attention, I'm working.' She warned herself mentally, her pen still moving steadily, her voice calm as she reported on the contract terms.
However, that hand didn't stop. It glided softly down the back of her neck, through her thin blouse, gently caressing her sensitive spine.
In an instant, an electric current shot through her body, making her reporting voice tremble slightly.
Seiji smiled imperceptibly but said nothing.
Megumi took a deep breath, forcefully suppressing her body's tingling, striving to make her voice sound completely normal as she finished her report.
Gradually, being teased during work became the norm.
Seiji's hands would always "casually" rest on her thigh, sometimes gently stroking her waist, sometimes deliberately brushing against her when she bent to retrieve documents.
Megumi Kato's body would stiffen, her heart full of resistance. She would try to dodge, or use documents and body positioning to block his touches.
'I can't let him succeed. I can't let him think I'm enjoying this.' She thought.
However, as days turned into weeks, she found she could no longer completely distinguish between normal conversation and training.
Seiji always knew exactly how to modulate—giving her intense pleasure without making her completely lose composure, never affecting the progress of work.
"This proposal, regarding the market analysis for new anime merchandise—what do you think?" Seiji's voice sounded in her ear, carrying a hint of amusement.
Meanwhile, his knee was brushing ever so slightly against her core.
Megumi Kato's breathing quickened. She forced herself to focus on the data charts in her hands.
'Market analysis, market analysis...' She chanted internally, trying to pull her attention back to work.
She struggled against the tingling rising from deep within, her voice slightly hoarse but logic still clear: "Based on current data, the target audience's price acceptance for limited edition figures can be increased by fifteen percent above the current base..."
Her voice analyzed the data, but her body was already feeling that deepening stimulation.
The girl realized with alarm that she was actually beginning to adapt to this pattern. In some moments, she could accurately complete work reports while simultaneously enjoying the pleasure of having her body toyed with.
'How... how is this possible?'
This shift in mentality filled Megumi with a trace of fear.
I clearly hate doing this kind of thing during work hours!
But her body seemed to have developed its own will, trembling with sensitivity under Seiji's touch.
She even felt that this dual stimulation actually dissolved the monotony of work.
Making those originally tedious numbers and reports not so unbearable.
She could maintain a strange calm and focus while reporting, even amid intense pleasure.
'Have I been... forced to adapt to this pattern?' Megumi asked herself.
She shook her head firmly, attributing this adaptation to her strong self-control and forced submission.
'That's right, I'm just forced to accept Fujiwara-sensei's teasing, otherwise work can't get done.' She explained to herself, trying to convince herself this wasn't truly what her heart desired.
But day after day...
Seiji's "workplace conditioning" continued silently.
Megumi Kato's time in the office grew longer and longer—she knew this was Seiji's doing.
One afternoon, Seiji was processing an urgent document. He pointed to a mountain of materials on the corner of his desk, speaking as if it were the most ordinary thing: "Organize these."
Megumi rose habitually, but as she prepared to walk to the stack of files, her body—before she even realized what she was doing—had already subconsciously taken a step toward Seiji Fujiwara!
Almost brushing against his body, she settled into Seiji's lap!
The motion was so natural, without any hesitation, as if his lap were her rightful work station.
Not good!
When she realized what she'd done, Megumi Kato's heart lurched.
'What am I doing!?'
She instinctively glanced at Seiji Fujiwara.
Seiji just continued reviewing documents without looking up, as if completely unaware.
This let the girl breathe a sigh of relief, yet also filled her with shock.
'I actually... at work, voluntarily moved closer to him?'
This proactiveness was like a stone thrown into still water, rippling through Megumi Kato's heart.
She began to feel fear.
'Will my spirit, like my body, be completely developed against my will?'
No!
Megumi began secretly suppressing herself, deliberately making mistakes at work—typing a wrong number, missing a small annotation—to remind herself:
I'm not immersed in so-called "pleasure"! I can distinguish between work and play as two separate things!
The girl thought this would help her hold the line.
However, desire isn't so easily controlled. And Seiji noticed her little tricks but paid them no mind.
One weekend, Seiji didn't "let" Megumi go home.
He ordered Megumi to stay at his apartment, under the pretext of "better assisting with urgent business."
In Seiji's apartment, Megumi was forced to share space with him.
While she did homework or processed company documents at the desk, Seiji would always "accidentally" touch her. Sometimes fingers sliding through her hair, sometimes palms brushing her shoulder, sometimes pressing close while she was thinking, hot breath spilling across her ear.
'Damn, how am I supposed to concentrate like this!' Megumi fumed internally.
But the tasks at hand were completely legitimate.
She had no choice but to endure these "harassments" while completing her work.
'Just ignore it! As long as I ignore it, it'll be fine!'
The girl forced herself to focus on homework and documents, ignoring her body's sensations.
Of course, at bedtime...
Seiji never stopped either.
He deliberately brought up topics that interested Megumi Kato—her future plans, Genesis's development direction, industry changes, and so on.
"...Regarding next quarter's new project, I already have some ideas." Seiji's low voice echoed in the bedroom, as if carrying magic.
With each sentence, his intensity increased, always leaving Megumi Kato's head spinning.
Yet the girl desperately wanted to hear the content of his words.
'New project... ideas?'
It was like being trapped in a burning hell.
On one side was serious conversation; on the other was the enjoyment of pleasure.
Megumi Kato's consciousness was pulled back and forth, swaying endlessly.
She wanted to give up thinking entirely, to just let go.
However, Seiji seemed to precisely capture her state, always knowing exactly when to slow the rhythm, letting her regain her senses in time.
And he would say something even more interesting to the girl.
Megumi had no choice but to rally her spirits and listen carefully.
'Fujiwara-sensei, you bastard!'
Though cursing him in her heart, the girl gradually accepted this unique experience.
She slowly discovered that she could actually think about the company's future and plan her career path while in a state of pleasure.
After many such sessions...
Megumi realized with horror that she had actually grown accustomed to thinking during pleasure—even...
Begun to depend on it!
Early morning. The alarm rang. Megumi woke from sleep.
Her body was utterly exhausted, but her mind was exceptionally clear.
'Today's physics homework is... there's a group discussion this afternoon, and the company report still needs polishing...'
The girl rubbed her cheeks, quickly switching into daily mode.
However, among these normal thoughts, a new kind of notion had quietly infiltrated.
She found herself unconsciously missing Seiji's touch. The tingling and excitement from his fingertips, his body's pressure, his words' teasing—had somehow seeped into her life like an addiction.
The girl gradually realized she had begun to crave—crave those "casual" touches during work reports; crave those aggressive "caresses" before bed at night.
That intense pleasure was no longer merely physical instinct, but had become a kind of psychological anticipation.
Realizing this, Megumi fell silent, her eyes flashing with confusion and fear.
She looked at her calm face in the mirror, yet felt an unprecedented sense of alienation.
'My spirit...'
She discovered that her psychology had already quietly changed, now anticipating and craving this conditioning.
'I was still struggling, so why...'
The composure and self-control she'd always prided herself on seemed to be quietly crumbling, bit by bit, before Seiji Fujiwara.
Seiji also noticed Megumi's change. He knew the moment was almost ripe—time to reel her in.
One Friday evening, he spoke to Megumi with feigned casualness: "Megumi, I have business in Osaka this weekend. I'll be gone about a week."
Megumi was organizing files when she heard this, her movements pausing slightly.
She instinctively looked up, those clear eyes gazing deeply at Seiji Fujiwara, as if confirming something.
She didn't breathe a sigh of relief as usual. Her face didn't even show obvious relaxation.
Instead, her brows furrowed slightly, carrying a trace of barely perceptible confusion and... reluctance.
"What's wrong?"
Seiji's face wore a knowing smile. He lightly patted her head, turned, and left the office.
Megumi stood rooted in place. Only when the office door clicked softly shut did she slowly withdraw her gaze.
A week, huh?
A strange emptiness welled up in her heart.
The office suddenly felt silent and vast. Without Seiji's presence, she should have been able to relax—yet she felt an inexplicable discomfort.
Sigh...
She sighed helplessly, her flickering eyes speaking volumes.
That night, Megumi was alone at home.
The apartment was completely silent.
Like always, she opened her computer, preparing to tackle unfinished work and school assignments. However, she couldn't concentrate.
'Tonight, no one's whispering in my ear. No one's touching my thigh. No one's kneading my...'
Megumi thought to herself.
This sense of absence was so intense it made her restless and irritable.
She unconsciously reached out, lightly stroking her own arm, as if traces of Seiji's warmth and touch still lingered there.
"...Damn..."
The girl cursed softly.
That desire Seiji had awakened, without his stimulation, had become even more intense and demanding.
As if possessed, she reached toward her own body.
Fingertips traced down her slender neck, slipped beneath her blouse collar, touching the skin within.
Soon.
Her breathing grew rapid, a blush spreading across her cheeks.
In the living room.
An unbelievable scene unfolded in silence.
The gentle, serene girl wore a serious expression, diligently doing computer work, but one hand had naturally slipped inside her clothes, mimicking Seiji's usual motions.
She even thought of the toys Seiji had left behind.
'I... what am I doing?'
Reason screamed, but her actions didn't stop at all.
The girl felt shame even as she found various toys, including several she'd once thought impossible to look at directly.
As the toys came into play, the memories of pleasure carved into her bones were completely awakened, making her eyes grow hazy.
By the time she came back to herself...
On the computer screen, work and homework were both complete—neatly formatted, precise content. But her body was filled with various toys.
Bzzzz—
Vibrations hummed from various points on her body.
The chair she sat on conveyed a cool, wet sensation.
"I actually..."
Megumi Kato's expression shifted slightly, as if she couldn't believe it.
After a long moment.
She sighed desolately, the sound so soft only she could hear.
"Fujiwara-sensei, you... pervert." She cursed softly. But this time, there was no anger in her curse, no resistance—only an inexpressible sense of fate.
Or rather, acceptance.
Then she took out her phone, fingertip lightly tapping the screen, opening Seiji's LINE chat window.
"Fujiwara-sensei, congratulations on getting your wish! (angry.jpg)"
She sent this brief message.
The reply came almost instantly.
Her phone buzzed, the screen displaying Seiji's response:
A simple smiley emoji.
On the other end, Seiji put down his phone, leaning back into the sofa of his Osaka hotel, eyes full of satisfaction and delight.
"Success, huh..."
He had completely broken through Megumi Kato's psychological defenses, transforming this gentle, resilient girl into someone whose mind filled with lustful thoughts whenever she was near him.