"Whether he's alive or not, I have no intention of letting you meet him, and it's impossible anyway."
Mizuki spoke to Takatsuki in a flat, emotionless tone.
Takatsuki looked troubled.
"I heard he suddenly quit his job. I never spoke to him directly, but I know he took real pride in that position. For him to disappear like that…"
Mizuki clicked her tongue inwardly.
"…I don't know what's going on in his head."
She tried to end the conversation there, but Takatsuki pressed on.
"Ōkiku Izumi. That surname is rare, so it was easy to find. His father works for an NPO, right? I met the man once at a rock event when we were raising funds for an international charity."
Mizuki's face twitched.
(…This guy knows his father…?)
"A while ago I emailed the NPO address and finally got a reply. Even his father doesn't know where he is."
Mizuki broke into a cold sweat.
"They've apparently been out of contact for years. Typical dysfunctional parent-child relationship."
"I'm not trying to track him down. If he shows up in front of AYAKA again, she'll lose it. I just want to know what happened to him."
Mizuki thought for a moment, then said carefully:
"At the very least… he won't be returning to Japan."
Takatsuki's eyes narrowed.
"What about Russia?"
"Huh?"
Mizuki made a weird face.
"Russia? No… I don't think so."
"I see. That's fine then."
Takatsuki still looked uneasy.
"AYAKA keeps saying that Ōkiku Izumi spoke Russian, so he must be in Russia. She rambles about meeting him there and talking… I don't know how much of her ramblings to believe."
Mizuki stared at the ceiling and muttered under her breath:
"…That damn penguin again."
She let out a long sigh.
After the conversation ended, Takatsuki returned to the studio.
"AYAKA gave the OK!"
The band members grinned with relief.
"…We'll aim for perfection on the next one."
AYAKA looked completely drained, as if she had poured out every last drop of herself.
"Alright, next is the single MV. Everyone's checked the proposals, right?"
AYAKA answered instantly.
"KUUZE's idea is the best. That one."
Takatsuki nodded.
"Any objections?"
Everyone shook their heads.
"Good. We'll go with that. Schedule…"
"We just finished recording. I don't want to break the flow."
"Understood. I'll talk to the company right away."
The next day.
"Yesterday was literally yesterday…"
The members looked stunned at how fast things moved.
Preparations were completed in no time.
The MV itself was simple—mostly just the band performing.
AYAKA loved that minimalism, but during the actual shoot:
'! Hold you tight—'
When she sang for real, the intensity was palpable even from where Takatsuki sat behind the drums.
(…Use the damn mic…)
She wasn't using the microphone in the center at all. It just hung there like some kind of prop, swaying gently whenever she bumped into it.
(Well… it does have impact.)
Still, for an MV, it needed to stand out.
Takatsuki kept drumming, lost in thought.
When the performance ended, a cheerful voice called out from outside the studio.
"Si~ster! That was a funky MV!"
"…Big Bro."
M.C.Quu was standing there.
The studio they'd just used was scheduled for M.C.Quu next.
AYAKA and M.C.Quu were step-siblings with no blood relation. They both had complicated feelings toward their parents, but as fellow musicians they got along surprisingly well, calling each other "Big Bro" and "Sister."
"Editing still needs to be done. You still thought it was funky?"
"Yeah! Super funky!"
The two kept repeating "funky" back and forth.
"It's supposed to be rock 'n' roll…" the bassist muttered quietly.
Takatsuki chuckled.
"When those two say 'funky,' they don't mean the music genre. They just mean 'cool' or 'badass.'"
The others nodded in understanding.
While the two were chatting and laughing, AYAKA suddenly froze.
"…Eh?"
Her face went pale.
"What's wrong?" Takatsuki turned around.
M.C.Quu tilted his head.
"What's up, Sister? Do you know my friend Izumi?"
The moment that name left his mouth, Takatsuki froze too.
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The second I turned around, I was greeted by the sight of a short-statured girl with massive, explosive breasts frantically masturbating while staring at us.
"Mudyia. Instead of just watching and touching yourself, why don't you join us?"
Mendyusa smiled seductively, voice dripping with honey.
Mudyia.
Low height, absurdly huge tits.
She was a former mid-tier courtesan who had joined the cabaret because she wanted to learn management.
"I-I'm… supposed to be learning management…"
Even as she spoke, her fingers never stopped pumping in and out of her dripping pussy.
"I educate the girls while having sex too, you know," Mendyusa purred.
She took another sip of mead, then pulled Mudyia into a deep, messy kiss, swapping the sweet liquid between their tongues.
"Nnnnnh!!!♡♡♡"
Mendyusa gently peeled Mudyia's clothes open, exposing those enormous breasts.
"It would be such a waste to let these gorgeous tits go unused. Sex with customers might cause problems, but with the shop owner? No issue at all. If you're pent up, why not let it all out?"
While whispering into Mudyia's ear, Mendyusa licked the sensitive shell slowly.
"Aaahn♡♡♡"
Mudyia's nipples were already rock-hard.
"…I-Is it really okay…?♡♡♡"
She crawled toward my cock like she was in heat.
"When I saw such a huge, thick cock… I couldn't stop getting excited♡♡♡ Um… I'm really confident in my breasts…"
Yeah, no kidding. Short body, massive tits—pure perfection.
"I thought… maybe this would make you happy♡♡♡"
"Oooohhh!!!"
She wrapped those soft, heavy breasts around my cock.
Normally my size sticks out from most tits, but Mudyia's were so enormous they completely swallowed me. The feeling of being buried in warm, pillowy flesh was insane.
"How does my tit-pussy feel?♡♡♡"
"It feels fucking amazing!"
It really did—like I was sliding into an ultra-soft, warm cunt made of pure breast meat.
"Please… cum a lot inside my tit-pussy♡♡♡"
I'd already cum several times inside Mendyusa, but I was rock-hard again and ready to explode.
"I'm cumming!"
"♡♡♡♡♡"
Thick, heavy ropes of cum erupted straight into the deep valley of her breasts.
*SPURT—!! SPURT—!!*
"Aaahn♡♡♡"
Mudyia's whole body trembled in orgasm just from being marked by my load.
"Fufu, even though it's so big, you're surprisingly sensitive?" Mendyusa teased.
"Yes♡♡♡ When a real man's cum marks me like this… I can't help but cum♡♡♡"
Mudyia happily smeared the semen all over her massive tits, mixing it into her cleavage.
"Nnnnh♡♡♡ Such a strong smell♡♡♡"
Mendyusa immediately buried her face between those cum-covered breasts and started licking up every drop like it was the sweetest nectar.
"Aaahn♡♡♡ Nooo♡♡♡ Don't steal the cum from my tit-pussy♡♡♡"
Watching two beautiful women fight over and lick up my semen with their tongues was too much.
My cock throbbed back to full hardness instantly.
"I'll give you more right away."
I stood in front of both their faces and presented my dripping cock.
"Fufu♡♡♡"
"Then this time… I want it in this pussy too♡♡♡"
Both women lay on their backs and spread their legs wide, showing off their glistening, eager cunts.
"Oooooohhhhh♡♡♡♡♡ Even though I'm a high-class courtesan♡♡♡ I'm having raw sex without any contraception♡♡♡♡♡"
High-class girls usually controlled their own timing and stayed on strict birth control, but right now neither of them cared.
Mendyusa had tried to avoid letting me cum inside her earlier, but I didn't give her the chance.
"It feels too good—I'm cumming inside."
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhh♡♡♡♡♡♡ You're filling me up♡♡♡ You're casually creampieing me so easilyyyyy♡♡♡"
I grabbed her hips and slammed deep, pumping load after thick load straight into her womb while she clung to me desperately.
Mudyia had already passed out with her legs still spread obscenely wide. Thick white cum poured out of her well-used pussy in a steady stream.
Both women were a complete, shameless mess—faces flushed, bodies covered in sweat and semen, pussies leaking, tits glazed.
These two were the kind of women men dreamed about—elegant, experienced, untouchable beauties.
And yet here they were, broken and satisfied by my cock.
"…That felt insanely good."
Completely spent, the three of us collapsed together in a sweaty, cum-soaked pile and fell asleep right there on the meeting room floor.