An ordinary workday afternoon. Genesis Company.
In the President's office, sunlight filtered through venetian blinds, casting dappled shadows on the hardwood floor.
Seiji had just returned from Osaka and immediately summoned Megumi to his office.
She wore a gray professional suit, tailored to perfection. Her long hair was gathered with a simple hairband. Her expression remained gentle and serene as always.
She took the documents Seiji handed her, her voice steady as she reported on the latest project progress.
"...Regarding this proposal from the Planning Department, the PR Department believes we still need some adjustments to the promotional strategy..."
Seiji sat in his wide executive chair, body leaning slightly forward. That elegant hand roamed freely over her thigh during pauses in her report, sometimes giving her waist a light pinch.
Megumi Kato's body would react instantly.
Breathing quickening, lips parting slightly...
But the speed and content of her report remained completely unaffected.
She even subconsciously adjusted her sitting position, letting her skirt hem slide up an inch, making it easier for Seiji's fingers to probe deeper toward the honey spot between her legs.
"For example, regarding overseas markets, we could consider partnerships with leading social media platforms in those regions..."
Megumi Kato's voice was measured, calm and meticulous, enunciation clear.
As Seiji's fingertips gently rubbed her most private place, waves of tingling pleasure surged from deep within. Clear nectar began to flow, leaving trailing marks on her stockings.
But her eyes remained clear, her logic intact.
Just then, the office door was knocked—a moderate sound that seemed somewhat abrupt in the quiet atmosphere.
"Come in." Seiji said, voice calm and steady.
The door slowly opened. Utaha and Eriri walked in.
They too wore professional suits, but their faces carried wariness.
The two had been summoned by Seiji to the office. They hadn't wanted to come, but Seiji had called them for a meeting about a new anime project. They had no choice.
With guarded hearts, they entered the President's office.
Upon entering, they saw Megumi sitting primly before Seiji's desk, the picture of ordinary work. Documents were piled on the desk.
Megumi Kato's posture was elegant, hair immaculate—no different from the dignified girl in their memories.
Utaha and Eriri simultaneously breathed sighs of relief, a trace of barely perceptible relaxation flashing in their eyes.
'Looks like he's keeping it professional.' Utaha thought.
"Fujiwara-sensei, what did you need us for?" Utaha asked politely.
In professional settings, Utaha often maintained distance from Seiji to avoid affecting normal work.
Eriri followed close behind.
Both pairs of eyes darted quickly between Megumi Kato's flushed cheeks and Seiji Fujiwara, searching for tells.
"Seiji, is this a project discussion?" Eriri asked cautiously.
She didn't mind what she called him—the whole company already knew about their relationship. Even switching to "President" would still get her gossiped about behind her back.
So she might as well be open about it.
Seiji smiled faintly, his hand never stopping its movements.
He didn't rush to answer Utaha. Instead, he cast a mischievous glance at Megumi Kato, as if saying: 'Your turn.'
Megumi received his signal. Sighing internally, she picked up a document and began reporting in a steady, clear voice: "Senpais, regarding the project proposal for our next original anime Starlight Idol, there are several points to discuss..."
Hearing this was legitimate business, Utaha and Eriri both perked up.
"First, regarding character design and worldbuilding, we'll be adopting..." Megumi spoke in measured tones, expression serious.
As if fully focused on work.
However, with Seiji's movements...
Megumi Kato's breathing began to grow heavier.
Her eyes flickered between clarity and haziness, yet never strayed from the documents in her hands.
"...Second, regarding production team assembly, we've preliminarily decided to have Team B's key animators handle initial character designs, with Team C on backgrounds..." Megumi Kato's voice grew soft and syrupy.
Her body began to move subtly, as if in coordination, but her eyes remained fixed on the documents, maintaining professional speed and efficiency.
Such changes naturally couldn't escape the notice of the two across from her.
Utaha's smile froze on her face, her pupils dilating slightly.
'What's going on here?'
She looked at Megumi Kato's flushed face, at that reporting tone as steady as a robot's.
'She's clearly already... but her voice and eyes...'
Eriri gasped sharply, eyes filled with disbelief.
Her body retreated slightly, as if pushed back by an invisible force.
'This... is this really Megumi? That dignified, composed Megumi Kato?'
She watched Seiji's hand moving freely, watched Megumi Kato's seemingly natural cooperation—her stomach churned.
'This is clearly work, yet...'
Both of them trusted their eyes. How had a work report transformed into something like this?
"That concludes my report."
After finishing, Megumi calmly set down the documents. Seiji's hand still hadn't withdrawn.
She even lifted her chin slightly, corners of her mouth curving into the faintest arc, revealing a satisfied expression as if enjoying this secret titillation.
Or perhaps silently declaring something—she had completely accepted this as "normal."
At this moment.
Only then did Seiji withdraw his hand, looking meaningfully at Utaha and Eriri, voice carrying a hint of playfulness: "I really look forward to what you'll be like after deep development."
His gaze seemed to pierce through clothing, burning with intensity.
Eriri was so frightened she retreated two steps, nearly hitting the door frame, voice trembling: "Seiji, I... we still have some work to handle. We'll take our leave!"
She practically fled, turning without even waiting for Utaha, charging straight for the office door.
Utaha also snapped back to reality, forcing a stiff smile at Seiji Fujiwara: "Fujiwara-sensei, we'll excuse ourselves then."
She too bolted out of the office.
Not running now, when then?
They absolutely didn't want to be "deeply developed"! Didn't want to end up like Megumi!
The two burst out of the President's office.
In the corridor, some passing colleagues, seeing their panicked states, wore expressions of surprise.
"Isn't that Sawamura and Kasumigaoka? Why are they running so fast?" One ordinary employee murmured curiously. "Their faces look like they've seen a ghost. What happened in the President's office?"
"No idea... they don't look well." Another colleague whispered back. "But come to think of it, haven't they been going to the President's office a lot lately?"
She lowered her voice, face carrying a suggestive, gossipy expression.
The other employees exchanged glances, eyes full of gossip and knowing looks.
Meanwhile, Utaha and Eriri practically sprinted all the way out of the company building.
Their hearts pounded wildly, as if they'd witnessed something extremely terrifying. They hailed a taxi and fled the Genesis building.
The President's office door closed behind Eriri and Utaha with a "click."
Seiji engaged the lock, turned back to look at Megumi.
She still stood properly, legs together, pressed tightly.
But beneath her skirt, those stockings soaked through with her arousal reflected a clearly visible, crystalline gleam in the sunlight.
Megumi's cheeks still carried a flush, corners of her eyes slightly moist. But her expression was calm.
That serenity was even deeper than before.
She lifted her head, clear eyes gazing at Seiji Fujiwara, corners of her mouth curving into the faintest arc.
"Fujiwara-sensei, they seemed quite frightened." Megumi Kato's voice was soft, carrying a trace of post-arousal huskiness, yet sounding unusually steady—as if merely stating a fact rather than complaining or accusing.
Her tone held no shame or discomfort, but rather a strange composure.
"Yes, I meant to scare them." Seiji chuckled, walking over to gently stroke her hair, feeling the warmth and softness of her body.
He was extremely satisfied with the current Megumi.
On the surface, she was still that saintly, serene, gentle beauty—unchanged. She attended school on time, worked normally, exchanged polite conversation with colleagues. Yet within, she had completely accepted her craving for conditioning, body and soul utterly surrendered to his hands.
"Otherwise, if we let certain attitudes persist too long, some people might forget who's in charge." Seiji smiled softly, fingertips lifting her chin, meeting her eyes.
"Setting aside them... Megumi, how are you feeling right now?"
Megumi Kato's brows furrowed slightly, not from displeasure but from contemplation.
She reached out, gently draping her arms around Seiji's neck, resting her head on his shoulder. Softly she said: "My body feels very comfortable, and work is going smoothly... Perhaps future reports will become even more efficient."
Her tone carried a barely perceptible trace of emotion.
Seiji's smile deepened.
Megumi now belonged completely to him—from body to soul, accepting his dominion.
The taxi stopped at the base of a luxury apartment building.
Utaha and Eriri exited, their faces still showing lingering shock.
Eriri grabbed Utaha's arm, face pale.
"Utaha... Utaha! What was that? Was that really Megumi Kato?"
Eriri nearly growled in horror. "How... how did she become like that?!"
As she spoke, her eyes filled with disbelief.
Megumi Kato's calm, aroused face, her smooth and fluid report—haunted her like a nightmare.
Utaha's expression wasn't much better. She pressed her lips tight, eyes complex as she looked toward the Genesis building.
She took a deep breath, trying to calm her inner turmoil.
'A treasure has been ruined.'
This was the first thought in Utaha's mind.
That pure-as-water Megumi Kato had actually shown them how she could be immersed in pleasure without a care, completely unashamed.
"I don't know either, Eriri." Utaha's voice was somewhat hoarse. "I never imagined she would become like this..."
She sighed deeply, as if watching a sacred work of art being defiled—an inexplicable heartache.
She had once believed a girl like Megumi Kato could never be conquered by Seiji Fujiwara.
Who knew...
"She didn't look pained at all! She even seemed to be enjoying it!?" Eriri clutched at her hair in breakdown, her heart filled with the violent shock of contrast.
She couldn't accept such a dignified exterior hiding such complete inner corruption.
"Enjoying it, huh?"
Utaha murmured, recalling Seiji's final meaningful gaze, and that comment about "your performance."
'If he could make Megumi Kato become like that, could we...'
Deep fear welled up from Utaha's heart.
Beside her.
Eriri had thought of the same thing, her body suddenly going rigid.
'Seiji wouldn't want to turn all of us into that, would he!?'
Fear rose in her eyes too.
"We can't go to that villa anymore." Utaha suddenly spoke, voice carrying unquestionable firmness. "We have to stay away from him!"
Though she knew this was only a temporary escape.
But at least it could give them temporary relief from that suffocating threat.
"Yes!" Eriri nodded emphatically.
That very night, Utaha and Eriri shared what had happened to Megumi Kato—in veiled terms—to the LINE group.
This group contained all the women who were close to Seiji Fujiwara.
To put it bluntly, it was a sisterhood group spontaneously created by Seiji's harem.
[Utaha]: "Megumi has fallen."
[Eriri]: "That's right. Utaha and I saw it with our own eyes. She's been completely 'handled' by Seiji."
The moment the messages went out, it was like a boulder dropped into still water, instantly creating waves.
[Seika Ijichi]: "Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"
[Seika Ijichi]: "That girl's personality—wasn't she supposed to be gentle but resilient? How could Fujiwara have done that to her?"
[Eliza Shimizu]: "I'm scared... Should we be careful too?"
[Nijika]: "That doesn't seem possible?"
[Ryo Yamada]: "Is it really that impressive? (curious emoji) I kind of want to see..."
[PA-san]: "...I'm not surprised Seiji would do something like this, but he actually succeeded? Really?"
[Kikuri Hiroi]: "Let's wait and see what happens... By the way, withdrawal is so painful, someone save me!"
The group ignored Kikuri Hiroi's last sentence.
Everyone circled around the information Utaha and Eriri had provided, chattering intensely.
[Seika Ijichi]: "More detailed intel? Please elaborate @Utaha @Eriri."
[PA-san]: "Yes, more specific information?"
But there was no response.
Utaha and Eriri both played dead, offering no replies.
This left the group feeling helpless, while privately wondering if what those two said was true.
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