My secretary is a classmate.

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My Secretary is a Classmate
Word Count: 48898 words
Source: heeroyuy
Entered by: Black Wing Angel
Proofread by: Takuya
Character Introduction
Kirishima Masato Male
protagonist. At first glance, he's an unremarkable college student, but he's actually the head of the "Kirishima Group."
To become the group's heir, he follows family rules and begins training his "love slave"...
Asakura Saori Masato
's crush, a top student who isn't disliked, and a beautiful and talented woman who is also popular with other women. Recommended by her older sister, Reika, she becomes a candidate for "love slave secretary" and is trained by Masato.
Asakura Reika
Saori's older sister, the former "love slave secretary" of Kirishima Group president, Senshima Genzo. After Genzo's death, she demonstrates her talent as acting chairman, but her true intentions remain a mystery.
Minazuki Ayane Masato
's classmate and Saori's close friend. Her father was the chairman of a company under the Wuzhima Group, so she hated Zhenren intensely and would show malice towards him over the smallest things.
Prologue
"...Just a concubine's child, yet she dares to smugly stay in the house and refuse to leave..."
"...I can't believe that someone of such unknown origin would inherit the property..."
A voice came through the dim light.
"...Will our group be okay with this?"
"...What is the president thinking...?"
A voice came through the darkness, as if it were wrapped around the skin.
These were dark, malicious masses filled with desire, jealousy, and contempt.
(Ugh...!)
The young man's face was contorted by a nightmare.
His hands waved in the air as if struggling.
It looked as if he was desperately trying to drive away the unknown object that had descended upon him.
(So what!)
He clenched his fists and swung them excitedly into the air.
(I know it myself!)
He whistled unconsciously, and with a soft thud...!
The blanket covering his body fluttered down.
"Ah..."
Only then did he realize that he was sleeping in bed. The young man in his pajamas slowly loosened his clenched fist, gazing at his sweaty palm.
"I understand... why bring it up in my dreams..."
He slowly clenched his fist again and sighed.
The sunlight, announcing the start of the day, streamed onto his bed. For him, awakened by a nightmare, this was far from pleasant...
Suddenly, a knock echoed through the room.
"Young Master Masato, breakfast is ready. If you don't get up soon, you'll be late."
"Hmm... I know."
The young man, addressed as Masato, lazily got off the luxurious bed, which seemed disproportionate to his slender frame.
The reality he had to face wasn't enduring nightmares, but going to school.
He glanced at his watch; there wasn't much time left before school started.
Masato changed into his uniform, stuffed a few textbooks into his bag, and left the room.
As he descended the stairs, his gaze fell on the woman in a red suit standing at the other end of the floor.
"Young Master Masato. I've already done the pre-meal poison test,"
said the woman in a neat suit—Asakura Reika—casually.
"I don't eat breakfast."
Masato deliberately turned his face away from her and said rudely.
"You haven't eaten breakfast for several days. This will ruin your health. You are about to inherit the Kirishima Group. If you don't take care of your health..."
"Even if I take care of myself, I will still die when I'm supposed to, like my father... He spent so much money to maintain his health, but when he couldn't, he just couldn't."
"Young Master Masato..."
Reika's expression showed confusion for a moment.
"I don't eat because I don't have time. I don't have an appetite either..."
After saying that, Masato walked towards the entrance with a heavy heart.
His father was in the hospital.
Kirishima Group President - Kirishima Genzo. He was Masato's father. The Kirishima family was a prominent family that had been passed down from the Edo period.
Genzo was the eldest son of the Kirishima family. Since taking over as head of the family at the age of twenty-five, he established a trading company during the turbulent times of war and postwar. He made good use of the family's reputation and the long-cultivated network of relationships to develop the Kirishima family, which was just a local aristocratic family, into a huge conglomerate that spanned instant noodles and even military industry. Genzo was arguably the foremost figure who contributed significantly to the Japanese economy.
Now, this man, fallen ill, leaving behind an immature heir still a university student, lies in the intensive care unit of one of his chain hospitals, on his way to the afterlife.
"Please visit him at least once..."
came Reika's voice from behind.
Reika Asakura was Genzo's secretary.
She had been Masato's childhood playmate and tutor during his university entrance exams. Since Masato was old enough to understand, Reika had been in the Genzo household, acting as his older sister and mother.
Masato considered Reika not just a secretary, but Genzo's "personal" secretary, serving both his public and private needs.
Logically, she should be by Genzo's bedside, caring for him first, but she showed no affection for him, remaining in the mansion.
(Visit him...?)
Masato murmured to himself.
Masato had once gone to the hospital where his father was staying, but it was crowded with adults. Upon seeing Masato, they forced insincere smiles and offered words of comfort. In Masato's eyes! He felt this was a dirty attempt to win him over, and Chengjue felt as if he were possessed by a winged insect. From then on, he never visited him again.
They were a father and son with no connection whatsoever. Although they depended on each other for survival, the natural affection that usually grows between families had not developed between him and his father. Zhenren understood this, so he couldn't go to where those people were just to encourage his ailing father.
Of course, it wasn't hard to understand the confusion in Lixiang's eyes as she gazed at him.
Several weeks had passed since Xuanzang fell ill. During this time, it seemed that Lixiang was acting as president, but in reality, the company was in chaos. Recently, she often had a terrible expression on her face when she spoke on the phone. Even if business didn't stop, Lixiang was not his father after all. It was said that an organization without a leader was unexpectedly vulnerable, and now the Wushima Group was exactly as that saying described.
"Goodbye, I'm leaving."
Zhenren was troubled by the gradual changes around him, but he tried to appear calm.
"Young Master Zhenren..."
Rika's beautifully shaped brows were furrowed.
(Why is he making that face...?)
Makoto stared at Rika's face, but he couldn't see into her heart.
He let out a deep breath and twirled towards the entrance.
Makoto's house had a large garden.
Makoto walked briskly along the stone path on the neatly trimmed lawn. As usual, he wondered why it was so far from the entrance to the door.
To his right were various seasonal flowers and trees.
In one corner of the garden was an iron gate surrounded by stone. However, the gate was rusted and seemed impossible to open.
(How strange...)
Makoto hated this garden.
He had lived here since he was a child, but there were many places in the house that he couldn't enter.
Even this stone-enclosed underground entrance was one of the secret places.
(Where does it lead...?)
Every morning when Makoto went to school, he would look at it and wonder.
He remembered a long, long time ago, when he was young, he had seen that underground gate open.
As he approached the door to peek inside, he thought he heard a terrifying roar, like that of a wild beast, but the memory was hazy.
(I remember it seemed to lead underground…)
Judging from the downward-reaching stairs, he knew it led to the basement of the house. But he couldn't remember what was there.
Speaking of the basement, there was another staircase inside the house leading underground. However, that staircase had no electricity, no windows, and was pitch black, so he didn't have the courage to go in. As
soon as he stepped out of the grand iron gate, he entered the park.
On the way from his house to school, there was a forest park managed by the city government. Whenever he was running late for school, he always used the park as a shortcut.
"Good morning, young master."
"Good morning, Uncle Yuan."
A group of homeless people had gathered in the woods of the park. Because they used this park as their base, locals rarely approached the area.
He didn't care about such things and greeted them warmly.
"By the way, Uncle Yuan, here you go."
With that, he handed a ten-thousand-yuan bill to the man who seemed to be the leader.
As for Makoto, he understood the meaning behind this action. By giving money to the homeless, Makoto satisfied his own sense of charity.
From Genji's perspective, receiving money from Makoto was a great favor, so Genji did his utmost to flatter him.
From Makoto's point of view, wasting the Kirishima family's wealth on trivial matters might be his way of rebelling. Although he noticed how vulgar and irredeemable this behavior was, it was all he could do. As soon as
Makoto arrived at school, he would, as usual, slump over his desk. He wasn't interested in the lessons, so he deliberately dozed off every day.
Despite this, in terms of grades alone, Makoto could be considered an excellent student. This wasn't because he secretly worked hard, but because it was instinctive.
Perhaps it was an innate talent of Makoto.
Other students, even teachers, rarely spoke to Makoto. This might be because they felt inferior to Makoto, the leader of the Kirishima Group, whose unimaginable power made them feel ashamed, or perhaps it was because Makoto himself was not good at interacting with others.
Makoto was afraid to talk to people.
To be honest, he was at an age of innocence and sentimentality, and his personality shouldn't have been so gloomy. But in recent years, Makoto had become unable to trust anyone.
In the past two or three years, Genzo Kirishima had ousted all those who coveted the CEO's position. Of course, these executives whose crimes were exposed by Genzo were also at fault, but Makoto became the target of everyone's anger. Whether Makoto wanted it or not, he was forced to confront the ugly side of humanity countless times.
Makoto became the object of these disgraced individuals' wrath.
They all believed they could inherit the Kirishima Group and had made the necessary efforts for it. However, when their ambitions were shattered by Genzo, their resentment and hatred naturally turned towards the powerless next successor.
To avoid family disputes, the head of the Kirishima family had never married a principal wife. However, the bloodline still needed to be inherited.
So, the head of the family took a concubine, who then bore him a child.
Those who lost the battle for the CEO's position, upon discovering Makoto's pregnancy with this concubine, left the company cursing him. These people insulted Makoto and frequently appeared in his dreams, tormenting him. However, from the insults, Makoto knew he was born to become the head of the Kirishima family, a fact he resisted but had to accept.
At lunch break, Makoto remained slumped over his desk.
He would get up when he remembered it was time to eat, even while the teacher was lecturing, he would innocently eat the ham sandwich he bought on his way to school. This was his daily routine.
However, even he had the typical college student quirks.
"Ugh, Ayane loves to lie."
He slowly got up, his eyes fixed on the source of the healthy laughter. In front of him, a group of female classmates had pushed together several tables, eating their lunches.
"Saori, I'm telling the truth, this book is in the library."
"You're lying, aren't you?"
The girl called Saori smiled, her hand close to her lips. This series of movements was elegant and refined. Her delicate, beautiful hair, reminiscent of clear, fine black tea, swayed in the breeze blowing in from the window.
Makoto stared blankly at the ends of her hair that brushed against her rosy cheeks.
Then, their eyes met. Saori noticed Masato staring at her expressionlessly, and she smiled back without dislike.
The sudden smile startled Masato; he froze, then realized his cheeks were burning. He hurriedly pressed his ear, which was turned towards her, to the side. He knew perfectly well that the blood was rushing to his head, and his ear had turned bright red. He was
ashamed that Saori had noticed.
Nevertheless, Masato feigned composure and sat down again. This time, he looked at her again, wanting to speak to her. For Masato, this required immense determination and opportunity. If he could, he longed to have a pleasant conversation with Saori.
"Hey, what are you looking at!"
However, someone always interfered. Saori was always surrounded by several girls. Saori had a good personality and good interpersonal skills. So, they always chatted together in a group, but among the group, there was always one girl who was particularly troublesome.
"What are you doing, Kirishima? Don't look at us like that!"
"Strange look... sigh, he's just sleepy."
"Saori, that's not right of you. You're actually being nice to that disgusting guy."
The girl stood in front of Saori, cutting in between Saori and Makoto's line of sight.
"But..."
Saori stood behind her, head down. Even to Makoto, Saori's expression was incredibly beautiful.
"Ayane... that's very rude to Kirishima-kun."
"It's all your fault for always protecting him! It's because of men like him that Japanese society is becoming increasingly lifeless,"
the girl called Ayane said viciously. If she hated Masato, the reason wouldn't be hard to understand, but to Masato, these words were directed at the wrong person. Indeed, Ayane's father was the chairman of a company under the Kirishima Group. But in recent years, the company's business had been in poor condition, and Masato remembered Reika looking at the report with a stern face.
(She's throwing a tantrum...)
Ayane ignored the stunned Masato and continued, "Basically, Saori is really something. You don't need to be nice to a man like him just because your sister is taken care of by his family!" "
This has nothing to do with my sister..."
Saori's sister was Reika, who lived in Masato's house.
The two sisters, Reika and Saori, had lost their parents at a young age and depended on each other in this world. It had been more than ten years since they first visited Masato's residence. Young Makoto has no memory of that time, but it is said that Genzo extended a helping hand to the orphaned sisters, covering not only their living expenses but also their tuition fees.
However, Makoto knows nothing about the reasons that prompted Genzo to take care of the two sisters or their background.
Because Reika never told him, and even if he had asked Saori back then, she probably wouldn't remember.
Later, after Reika grew up, she volunteered to be Genzo's secretary to repay his kindness. Saori, although she used to play with him at his house, is now just a classmate. None of the memories from that time remain. Unfortunately, these memories are just old news to him.
"Anyway! Please don't look at us like that!"
Ayane stood up from her chair and shouted with a swift momentum. Makoto impatiently stuck his little finger into his ear, picking his earwax while listening. Then, he slowly pulled his little finger out and opened his eyes to stare at Ayane.
"What are you doing...?"
His gaze made Ayane fear for a moment. She was afraid of the leader of the Kirishima Group. Masato understood her fear.
"I wasn't looking at you."
He flicked the earwax from under his fingernails. For Masato, he was only putting on a slight act of superiority, but Ayane seemed determined not to let him escalate further.
"Damn it...!"
Enraged, Ayane shoved the table aside and strode forward, trying to grab the smug Masato.
"No, no, Ayane!"
Saori hurriedly pressed down on Ayane's shoulders, but Ayane's steps didn't stop. Masato was also overwhelmed by Ayane's aura, and he and his chair stumbled backward.
"Hey, hey, what kind of girl picks a fight..."
"You started it!"
Ayane rolled up her sleeves and strode closer to Masato.
Clatter, clatter...
Just then, a teacher opened the classroom door. Ayane thought the teacher had come to break up the fight, so she straightened her desk and put on a cute smile.
"Hahaha, t-teacher, it's nothing, I was just joking~."
But the teacher didn't even glance at Ayane and walked straight towards Masato. A tense atmosphere filled the classroom.
Makoto, feeling the teacher's anger, straightened up and assumed a fighting stance.
"Kirigami Shima..."
"Yes..."
The teacher's voice changed. Looking at the teacher's expression, Makoto instinctively understood.
His father was in trouble...
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