As a newbie, I was dressed up as a girl by a client in order to boost sales.

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"Good morning, Assistant Manager. These are the files from this morning. Please take a look."

The secretary slammed a large stack of documents onto my desk. Glancing to the side,
I files from yesterday and the day before that I hadn't finished processing. The types
of documents were varied: proposals, financial statements, evaluation reports, contracts, case reviews, and so on.
They were filled with technical terms and densely packed numbers. I tried my best to understand them
, but as a newbie, I found it difficult to digest this mountain of business documents.

Today was my first week at the company. A complete novice had been parachuted
into the position of Assistant Manager, and there were complicated reasons for this. This company is
a pharmaceutical company founded by my family, the Iwanaga family. It has a long history and is a well-known,
large-scale enterprise in Taiwan.

Its origins can be traced back to my great-grandfather's generation. In the early 19th century, they established the first
chain of Western pharmacies run by Chinese people. They opened stores in several major cities in Taiwan, selling
imported medicines that were still novel at the time. It can be considered a milestone in the modernization of Taiwan's medical standards.
The name of that store is still mentioned in the modern history chapters of school history textbooks. It can be said to be a household name.

Then, when my grandfather took over, he raised a large sum of money from shareholders, sought
technology transfer and patent licensing from major pharmaceutical companies in Western countries, and set up the country's first pharmaceutical factory, opening several production lines. He
also started a drug wholesale business targeting large hospitals in the country. Later, he set up a laboratory, hired experts
to develop new drugs on his own, and the company transformed from a simple shop into an integrated enterprise encompassing research, development, manufacturing, and sales. My grandfather
was a well-known industrialist in the industry.

Then, in my father's generation, the company focused on expanding its sales channels. Originally, it was mainly a wholesale business
, but by this time, some of the more common daily medicines—such as gastrointestinal medicine, painkillers, and wound medicine
—could be found everywhere in supermarkets and convenience stores. In addition, my father
successfully signed a long-term supply contract with a giant American medical chain, which not only brought huge revenue to the company
but also additional advertising benefits, significantly enhancing the company's brand image.

Now, with our generation, there have been some issues with passing on the family business. There are three brothers in our family.
In order to cultivate successors, my father has invested considerable resources in our elite education from a young age. For example, we always
have one-on-one tutors, we must get into top-tier schools, and we must study abroad
to pursue master's degrees from prestigious European and American universities. After all, we will be carrying the heavy burden of Iwanaga Pharmaceutical in the future.
Although it is very hard, we have to accept it. My father went through the same thing back then.

Of the three brothers, Boruto is the eldest, with a rebellious personality. He doesn't care much about his studies; he's
the kind of person who can't muster any enthusiasm for things he's not interested in. No one can force him to do things he doesn't like,
and even when our father gets angry, he remains unchanged. During middle school, Boruto spent his time playing instruments with his friends in a rock band
, often skipping his studies to go to band practice. He was also frequently seen dating different girls, unlike my second brother and me
, leading a carefree student life.

However, when it came to the university entrance exams, Boruto unsurprisingly failed. Of course, university acceptance rates
aren't low enough to get in without studying. By then, our father's patience had reached its limit. He felt that Boruto's
performance had brought shame to the family and made it impossible to face our ancestors, so he expelled Boruto from the family. Before
I went abroad to study, I would occasionally hear news about Boruto's older brother. He was living a self-reliant life
, having worked as a waiter in a restaurant, a street vendor in a market, and a bricklayer on a construction site. He also seemed
to be continuing his band activities with friends, living a carefree life.

On the other hand, Akito's second brother was the opposite of his older brother. From a young age, he had a strong ambition, and
in all aspects, whether it was academics, sports, or critical thinking, he demonstrated a level worthy of an excellent successor. My father
had placed all his hopes on my second brother, who also believed he was the rightful heir to the position
. After successfully obtaining his master's degree from a top university in the UK, he returned to the company as an assistant manager, intending to
accumulate experience and achievements over a year or two before taking over as president.

However, during this period, a tragic car accident occurred. My brother's vehicle suffered a tire blowout, resulting in a rear-end collision
, and he was fatally injured. The news of my brother's death dealt a heavy blow to my father, causing a relapse of his cardiovascular disease.
His body could no longer withstand the heavy workload. At that time, I still had a year left to complete my studies, so my father
reluctantly agreed to bring my eldest brother back to temporarily act as president and arranged for me to return to China immediately after graduation
to take over the position as quickly as possible.

Finally, there's me, Haruto Iwanaga. I'm just an ordinary guy. I don't have my older brother's
courage , nor do I have my second brother's talent and ambition to surpass me. I just
tried my best to achieve a passing grade that my father could accept from a young age so as not to disappoint him. That's how I luckily graduated from a middle-to-upper-tier college in the United States
, only to be immediately brought back and put in the position of assistant manager. In two months, I'll be taking over as president. …

Running a business is not child's play. Even though I majored in business administration,
the theories taught by my professors were derived under the assumption of a simple environment where all variables are controlled. Real-world business operations
are influenced by too many external factors, making it impossible to apply theoretical models to practice.
Everything must be decided based on experience. After starting work, I felt a huge gap between theory and practice.

In addition, the operation of a pharmaceutical company is an interdisciplinary field. Besides business management, it includes more than
ten specialties such as pharmaceutical knowledge, human resource management, business laws, finance, taxation, trade, and marketing. Although I don't need to be an expert in every one of them, I at least need to learn the basic knowledge so that I can grasp the overall situation when listening to reports and giving instructions in meetings. While some argue that business owners only need to provide funding and leave operations to professional managers —a proposition that seems to absolve business owners of responsibility—this approach is more prone to a crisis . If the owner has no idea what their subordinates are doing, the business is unlikely to operate smoothly. When the implementing unit cannot communicate with the owner, they cannot obtain the owner's commitment and support, and they dare not make bold proposals. Business development becomes conservative, only daring to play the safe card, missing many opportunities for timely and progressive reforms.

Conversely, if the boss doesn't understand the company's situation, policy guidance becomes unstable, and
unnecessary suspicion arises at the slightest setback, preventing them from sticking to the correct direction. This irresponsible management attitude
is unacceptable at the Iwanaga family.

So, in the limited two months I had, I underwent practical training during the day and
received intensive basic knowledge tutoring from experts in various fields at night. I absorbed a large amount of information like a sponge, but I always
felt overwhelmed, and the unfamiliar content left me dizzy. I suffered from severe insomnia due to anxiety at night and
experienced headaches and gastrointestinal discomfort during the day. While I acutely felt my lack of leadership skills
, I still desperately forced myself to get into the swing of things as soon as possible in order not to disappoint my father's expectations.

Just as I was engrossed in studying a difficult contract, there was a knock on the door, and Boruto walked into
my office.

"Excuse me for interrupting, Haruto, there's a case I'd like to discuss with you."

Boruto is still the acting president of the company, but cases destined for him are first
sent to me. I practice reviewing them, and if he has any different opinions, he'll discuss them with me. This is part of the handover process,
allowing me to familiarize myself with the business. However, I'm very slow at reviewing cases;
the number of cases coming in each day far exceeds the number being approved, and many cases are stuck with me. I'm truly sorry.

"Regarding this drug testing report, the data in the conclusions doesn't match the data in the table of inferences above
. I suggest sending it back to the R&D department for confirmation. Also, the arrangement of the experimental and control groups
should be considered..."

Boruto's earnest advice on the details to pay attention to in this case impressed me greatly. He was
very meticulous in reviewing cases and had a thorough understanding of all areas of company operations. He could
give clear instructions to his subordinates on matters they asked him to discuss. It was hard to believe that he had only been with the company for a little over a year.

Although his elder brother was only temporarily acting president—his father's original intention was simply to have him oversee things—he did make significant breakthroughs during his
tenure . Firstly, recognizing the rise of online communication in recent years, he developed
a mass-market sales model, creating a sales channel beyond physical retail. Secondly, in addition to the company's core pharmaceutical business, he
also became an agent for well-known Western brands of cosmetics, skincare products, and perfumes, which
became popular among wealthy women and socialites in the country. These new strategies are steadily contributing to the company's revenue.

The company's senior management unanimously agrees that Boruto possesses leadership qualities: decisiveness
, keen insight, and a sharp sense of business opportunities. Everyone completely accepts his instructions.
Furthermore, having worked as a genuine grassroots laborer, he is very empathetic towards the employees' hard work, generous in bestowing
favors, and humbly seeking their advice, earning him the love and respect of everyone in the company.

"Boruto-nii is truly outstanding. Why don't you continue as president?
I don't think I can handle such a difficult job..."

"Hey, don't say such discouraging things. This rebellious son of mine is naturally averse to being restrained. I want to go back to
my band as soon as possible. Besides, you know that the old man and I have never gotten along well. He won't agree to
hand over the company to me, will he? He's been mocking me lately, telling me to finish the handover as soon as possible and get out, hahaha~"

The older brother laughed heartily with a refreshed expression, as if he was finally relieved of a heavy burden.

My older brother's activity surprised everyone and put pressure on our father. It seemed to prove
that his decision to kick my brother out of the family was a mistake, or it was a rejection of the Iwanaga family
's traditional policy of elite education for successors. For my father, who had a high sense of pride, he could no longer remain silent. So, at the shareholders' meeting, he
boasted that Haruto's performance after taking over would definitely surpass that of the acting president, Boruto, and made a firm decision to change the successor.
As a result, my father demanded that I get into the swing of things within two months, just to get my older brother out of office as soon as possible.

But the truth is, my older brother did a remarkable job as acting president, which must have taken a lot of effort,
and he also has the talent to run a business. I simply don't think I can do better than him!
Now they're suddenly saying they want to replace him, and several long-serving veterans within the company have differing opinions. It could easily
escalate into a factional conflict. Personally, I don't want to compete for power with the eldest brother, and I'd like to push him to the top, but he doesn't
seem interested. I'll try to persuade him to stay whenever I have the chance.

"But you're not without drive, are you? The results you've achieved this year don't seem like you're just
going through the motions."

"Well, it's just my revenge on the old man. I just want to prove I'm not the
useless spendthrift he thinks I am. But leading a company is indeed not easy. This is the limit of what I can do
. After all, I'm just a rough guy with a high school education. Haruto, you have a master's degree from a prestigious overseas university. You
can't possibly lose to me. Please have confidence."

I always feel that there is a general, unrealistic stereotype about returned overseas students in China. It's as if studying abroad for
a few years is like being gilded, and everyone places high hopes on you, mistakenly believing that you can do what others can't. It's not that magical
at all . None of the theories I learned are actually useful. Those theories are
for academics to use for research and publishing papers; they don't automatically make you capable of managing a company!
Even if I'm gilded on the outside, I'm still hollow inside. I'm really worried that
when everyone's illusions about me are shattered, it will affect the morale of my colleagues.

"You're too modest. I don't think I'm capable of reaching your level... Just
thinking what would happen if I ruined the company keeps me up at night..."

"You're just not familiar with it yet. You've only been here a week, don't be too impatient.
When I first came, I didn't understand anything either. After a month or two, I gradually got the hang of it, and then I became more comfortable
. Also, even if you complain, don't easily say things like 'the company is going to collapse.' If your colleagues hear that, it will have
a bad influence! Behind every hundred colleagues in the company are hundreds of families. As the person in charge, you have to
keep the company going. You have to believe in yourself; I have high hopes for you."

Although Boruto's intention was to encourage me, I only felt the pressure on my shoulders increase.
Two months have passed in the blink of an eye. A week has passed, which is one-eighth of the time, but I
haven't even finished reading a single contract in a whole morning. Get the hang of it in a month or two? How much effort would this require?
Effort? How much sweat and toil did my older brother put in behind his effortless mastery? Even if I
study relentlessly, day and night, I only feel my brain is getting worse, and nothing I learn seems to be properly absorbed.

Two months later, my older brother really left. Will I be able to shoulder the burden then? If I fail
, hundreds of families will lose their livelihoods... Just thinking about it makes my heart ache...

"Alright, you can return this case to the R&D department. There's another task for you. The contract with the American
Thomas Medical Group is being renewed. President Henry will be flying to Japan next week. You'll be responsible for receiving
him and signing the contract on behalf of Iwanaga Pharmaceuticals. That way, you'll have impressive results."

This partnership was established during my father's time in power, and it's
renewed . This new contract is worth hundreds of millions of yen, and the company's performance on paper will immediately be unparalleled. However,
everyone in the company knows this is a stable, existing client. The effort required to acquire a new client is incomparable to that of developing one .
It's obvious that my boss is deliberately setting me up to get credit, to put the blame on me, so that from the outside, it
looks like I've accomplished something, signing a big contract right off the bat.

Although I don't quite understand this kind of credit-grabbing, my current position isn't one to be picky about
work . I can't possibly start developing new clients right away if I don't know anything. Conversely, if I
can't even handle this easy commission, I won't be able to explain myself. I can't be careless; I have to make sure it's done
perfectly.

"Understood, thank you for your concern, brother. Is there anything I should pay special attention to regarding this task?"

"Basically, Mr. Henry and our family have been friends for generations, so we're definitely going to get this contract
. However, he also has a mischievous side and sometimes likes to play some nonsensical pranks. If it's
a request unrelated to the contract, just try to cooperate with him and don't upset him."

I was wondering why the other party's president had to fly over personally to handle this kind of business. According to
my brother , Mr. Henry was a senior from the same lab that my father knew when he was studying in the United States.
Because they were acquaintances, they got this business through connections.

My mother passed away when I was very young. Mr. Henry came to pay his respects at her funeral, but I was only
three years old then, so I don't remember much. However, Boruto was a middle school student at the time and met Mr. Henry
once. That guy seemed to like making strange jokes.

Anyway, I just hope the contract can be signed smoothly. This is also part of practical training. I'll overcome
various and steadily accumulate experience!

Scene 2 of the first playthrough (at home) ------------------------------

"Hello, I'm home, Kaede."

"Oh, welcome back, my dear husband. Would you like to have dinner first? Take a bath first? Or... perhaps...
seduce me first?"

"Uh? Should I choose the third option...?"

"No. I just wanted to try saying those lines once, not to seduce Haru-kun, okay?"

Coming home from work, I was greeted by a beautiful woman in the entryway. This is my fiancée,
Ms. Ichinose Kaede. We currently live together in an apartment in the city. Bickering with my lovely girlfriend after work
is therapeutic enough. I want to maintain a reliable
image , to be a safe haven she can rely on. This is also one of the sources of my motivation to work hard.

I met Xiaofeng during my two years of master's studies in the United States. Since we were the only two
Japanese students , we naturally formed a small group, joined the same lab for research,
looked after each other in daily life, and grew closer due to our proximity. We
had already gotten used to living together during our studies, and after returning to Japan, she didn't go back to her family home but continued to live with me.

Xiaofeng is usually very calm and reserved, with a reserved personality. In public, she often maintains a poker
face, or only puts on a perfect professional smile for necessary occasions. Only in private with closer
people does she let down her guard, showing genuine kindness, and occasionally revealing a playful side.

Then there's her background. The Ichinose family owns the largest drugstore chain in the country, and Kaede is the
president's only daughter. Although I hate to say it, the relationship between Kaede and me has commercial value for the Iwanaga family
. Our products have always struggled to penetrate that distribution channel; Kaede's drugstore
primarily sells imported goods, rarely stocking domestic products.

However, if we were to get married, and my father-in-law and I were respectively the heads of two companies, it would
create a favorable working relationship, expected to significantly contribute to our family's revenue.
This is the calculation the company executives are making, and it's one of the main reasons supporting my rise to power.

But I must clarify first: I didn't originally approach Kaede intentionally for commercial gain!
To be honest, when we first met, I had no idea about her family background. I simply liked her and that's why I pursued
her. After we started dating, I found out she was the apple of President Ichinose's eye. Now it
seems like I'm only after her for her usefulness, which I really dislike.

Xiaofeng, on the other hand, didn't seem to care at all. She simply said, "I know you're not that kind of
opportunistic person, Haru-kun, but I'd be happy if my influence could be of any use to you
." Her pure trust and support made me incredibly grateful, and it made me cherish her even more.

"Lately, Chun-jun has seemed very tired. I hope you won't push yourself too hard. Taking over the family business in just
two months , isn't your uncle's unreasonable demand a bit too much?"

Whether it's her casually voicing my unspoken complaints, or
preparing delicious meals and perfectly heated bath water for me when I get home, spending time with her always makes me feel a little more relaxed. But I absolutely don't want to let myself be spoiled by her, or say anything unworthy
in front of her . I want her to think I'm a capable man. "Everything is difficult at the beginning, but you'll get the hang of it after a while. But Xiaofeng, don't you feel lonely staying home alone all day?" "Hmm... I'm thinking of finding something to do..." Xiaofeng isn't currently employed; her lifestyle is like that of a typical housewife, which I find quite a pity. Actually, Xiaofeng is very intelligent. Unlike me, she wasn't forced by her father from a young age...

Forced to become an outstanding successor, and without receiving a rigorous elite education, she still
studied diligently at her own pace and was admitted to the same department as me.

Throughout her studies, her grades were consistently better than mine, and she often helped me when I fell behind
. Furthermore, whether serving as the student council secretary or being elected as our class's group leader during a company internship
, she always handled work matters methodically. Her logical thinking, communication skills
, concentration, and memory were all exceptional; her abilities were clearly evident when working with her. I wouldn't say she's necessarily a top-notch
manager, but she's certainly a first-rate behind-the-scenes talent.

Now, this ordinary me is going to be the president, while this outstanding her stays home doing laundry and cooking—something
must have gone wrong! The workplace culture in China is extremely discriminatory towards men and women, bordering on
mistreatment. Most companies have exclusively male senior managers, and women, even when employed
, are relegated to the simplest tasks, such as cleaning, serving tea, copying documents, or routine,
error-prone administrative work.

Traditional views hold that women, after marriage, should return to the home, becoming appendages to men
, bearing children, serving their in-laws, and supporting their husbands' careers without worry. Considering that women
may leave the workforce at any time after marriage, rendering the company's years of training futile, companies are unwilling to
entrust important tasks to women. When promoting talent, women are completely excluded from consideration, and they are only assigned the lowest
-level , simplest tasks that anyone can immediately take over.

Similarly, business owners like us don't hand over management control to our daughters. Daughters are often used as pawns
in political marriages, forging strong alliances between companies through kinship. Compared to ordinary
business partners who might abandon you when you're weak, this type of alliance is much more stable, becoming
a solid foundation for the company's growth. Although my uncle in the Ichinose family doted on his daughter and didn't
use , he also never considered giving her any position in the family business.

In Kaede's case, it's foreseeable that she will inherit a large number of shares, but become a director
with no real power. Since she's an only child and no sibling will inherit management rights, the actual
power will fall into my hands as her husband. Depending on the situation, I might even become the company's representative
executive. The senior executives at Iwanaga Pharmaceutical are calculating these interests, which makes me very uncomfortable.

In short, the Japanese workplace is a male-dominated world, especially for leaders who need
authority and charisma to command respect from subordinates; women simply can't do that. In this respect, I'm at a disadvantage.
From a young age, I've been considered to have more of my mother's genetic traits. Unlike Boruto and Akito, who have masculine, rugged
appearances, deep, resonant voices, sharp eyes, and robust physiques, I'm rather short and thin
, with soft facial features and a somewhat childlike, baby-faced appearance. My voice is also not much different from before puberty, and my overall
image lacks any masculinity.

I once asked Xiaofeng if she thought I was handsome. Xiaofeng's answer was that Chun-kun was very cute.
To be honest, men don't feel happy to hear that kind of answer. Although I didn't want her to flatter me,
I was still a little disappointed when I heard the truth. The same thing happened at the shareholders' meeting. When my father introduced me as the one who would be taking over
the leadership of the company, the audience looked at me with suspicion and whispered among themselves. They must think I just didn't look
like I had the qualities of a leader. Even when my father mentioned my educational background, it didn't completely dispel the shareholders' doubts.

In addition, I had an unpleasant experience when I was young.
During my classmates encouraged me to play the role of Cinderella. Although I was unwilling, I tried my best
to play the role well. But starting the day after the performance, the photos from the play were circulated all over the campus. My classmates
started calling me Haruko without permission, and they made me join the girls' group during physical education class, etc.
The bullying during that time damaged my self-esteem, and I may have lacked self-confidence ever since.

I think it's wrong to reject someone based on their gender or appearance. In America,
this is much better; outstanding women still get ahead. But that's the workplace environment in Japan—
a true embodiment of Japanese male chauvinism. I can't change anything on my own. It's a waste of
so much talent, and I can only feel regret in my heart.

"Hey... Haru-kun, won't you consider hiring me? I want to help you with some work. I can handle
being your ."

With Xiaofeng's abilities and education, being an assistant would be a step down, but she also knows that women aren't likely to be hired for managerial positions
. The position that can help me the most is a special assistant. With my authority, I can directly create vacancies
and decide who to hire—it's a confidential position. Personally, I also long to
work with my beautiful fiancée, but I can't ignore the opinions of my colleagues. Having my girlfriend working
alongside me would inevitably lead to gossip, like accusations of meddling in politics.

Besides… my current grasp of the work is still so rudimentary, and I don't want Xiaofeng to
see me like this! If I hire Xiaofeng to help right now, I can't hide my current inefficiency
and frequent mistakes. If possible, I hope to delay a bit longer, until I've generally gotten the hang of things,
then I can show her my proficiency and calmly and elegantly teach her how to do the work, just like
Boruto ! That way, she'll think I'm pretty cool, right?

"I need to think about this. I'll discuss it with Boruto before deciding. Give me some time."

"Okay, I understand. Then I'll... look for some bride training courses to take..."

It seems someone sent out flyers for community college courses in the mailbox. Xiaofeng looked at them and found them interesting.

"By the way, I'll be going on a business trip for a few days next week. I might not be back for dinner, so you don't need to wait for me
. Use your time freely."

"Oh... Please be careful on your business trip. It's good to be responsible, but don't overwork yourself
. Don't try to carry everything by yourself. Rely more on the people around you."

I felt like Xiaofeng had suddenly become a mother figure, but she was genuinely worried about me, which
made me feel warm inside.

After dinner, Xiaofeng started clearing the dishes, while I prepared to head off to my professional tutoring class.
Tonight I was going to learn about financial and tax systems, which mainly involves considering various tax-saving measures when making operational decisions.
The content was so complex; those intricate formulas made my scalp tingle just looking at them. The thought of having to learn those difficult
subjects again weighed heavily on my mind. Several days of intense work and insomnia had left me feeling slightly dizzy
, and my headaches and stomach aches hadn't subsided. I tried my best to hide it so as not to worry Xiaofeng.

I've had this problem since childhood: I get physically uncomfortable when I'm stressed, but it's never been
this bad before. The challenges I'm facing this time are truly immense, so the pressure is
unprecedented The unfamiliar workplace, the tight deadlines, my family's expectations, and the unyielding responsibility of not allowing failure—
all of these have transformed into a tormenting illness. I've barely managed to persevere for a week, and I'm already completely exhausted.

I've seen a doctor about these physical symptoms, but the tests showed my organs
are healthy; it's just due to overwork and too much stress. They said relaxing and getting more rest would help. But
right now, I have no time to rest and no mood to relax. Just thinking about the unfinished tasks fills me with anxiety. Even
during rest time, I'm tense. How can I relax if my immaturity causes the company to collapse
? Even painkillers, sleeping pills, and stomach medicine haven't been very effective.

Although things are tough right now, for my future with Xiaofeng, and for the company's survival,
I have to keep going! If I can just get through this initial period, I believe things will gradually get better. After buying two energy drinks at the convenience store
, I headed towards the training course classroom.

The first week after returning home was chaotic. I wasn't familiar with the company's operations and
lacked professional knowledge, yet I immediately received my first major case. Although the future was uncertain, I knew that hard work would never
betray me, so I persevered.

(Second Scene 1 @ Henry's Residence) ------------------------------

From the second week onwards, I was responsible for receiving Henry Thomas, the president of the Thomas Medical Group.
Mr. Henry had the appearance of a Westerner—blonde hair and blue eyes—and sported an artist's beard. His tall and robust physique was very
striking. In those days, Western travelers were rare, making him quite conspicuous at the airport.

Mr. Henry was a little older than my father, after all, he was my father's senior when my father went abroad to pursue his master's degree
, so he should be close to sixty years old. However, compared to my father, who was already showing signs of aging with gray hair,
Mr. Henry looked like he was in the prime of his life. Hmm... my second brother's accident
must have been a huge blow to my father, he seemed to have aged a lot all of a sudden...

And surprisingly, Mr. Henry spoke fluent Japanese. Although
it wouldn't have been a problem for me to communicate in English, after all, I had studied abroad for two years, the fact that he used my native language still gave me
a sense of closeness, and the initial sense of distance was immediately reduced a lot.

Mr. Henry had already rented an apartment in a commercial building near the city's train station, seemingly planning to stay in the country
for a while, so the location near the station made it convenient for him to move around.
On our taxi ride from the airport to the city, Mr. Henry told me some embarrassing stories about his father's school days. I had never known that my usually serious
father had acted like a little kid during his school days. Mr. Henry was very talkative and humorous, and seemed
like a very easy person to get along with, which relaxed my initial tension considerably.

After arriving at Mr. Henry's place, we quickly put down our luggage and got down to business discussing the contract
. I initially thought it would be a simple matter of re-signing the contract from five years ago, but
a contract is far more complex. Due to changes in the medical industry over the past five years, the items,
unit prices, liability attribution, and service terms listed in the contract all needed to be revised. Of course, we wouldn't accept
all , so negotiation was necessary to find a mutually acceptable agreement.

Unfortunately, I lacked the background knowledge related to these details and was simply unable to negotiate effectively
. I didn't know which demands were reasonable or unreasonable, and I dared not make any promises lightly. I realized I
had underestimated this job before; I believe I will learn a great deal after completing this case.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Henry, I'll take your proposal back and study it immediately, and I'll reply to you as soon as possible."

"Don't mind it, please do things at your own pace. I heard from Boruto that you just returned to Japan and are preparing
to take over the business, and I know you have some difficulties. Anyway, I'll be staying in Japan for a while this time, and I was thinking of visiting
Ichiro to catch up and pay my respects at Mrs. Yuriko's grave, so I'm not in a hurry to return to Japan."

Ichiro refers to my father, and Yuriko is my mother. Because of this relationship,
Mr. Henry takes special care of my family's business. According to my father, Iwanaga's supplies
weren't actually the best choice in terms of either quality or price. However, the Thomas Group's management style wasn't like ours, where each project undergoes
a detailed cost-benefit assessment by various departments. Instead, it was a centralized management system where the boss made the final decision. Therefore, Mr. Henry went against the majority opinion
to purchase medicines from Iwanaga, and the departments below had no right to object. This contract has continued for twenty years
.

Besides the actual revenue contribution from the supply, this deal also had a strong advertising effect on enhancing the company's image
. This is because some Taiwanese people have a tendency to admire Western countries. Since even a giant American chain hospital buys
and uses their products, the quality must be top-notch! This idea influenced consumers' purchasing decisions, making our
century-old brand shine even brighter. Therefore, this contract is considered
one of my father's major achievements during his tenure. Consequently, my work in handling the contract renewal this time was under immense pressure, with no room for failure.

However, it seems a bit too impulsive for Mr. Henry to choose a supplier who isn't even his first choice just because of personal relationships
. Could he be someone who lives life on a whim like Boruto?

"No, business is business. This contract is very important to our company, and I will handle it as soon as possible. I
'll go back and call a meeting with the relevant personnel now. I'll take my leave."

I jumped up and down, but because I was tired and unwell for the past few days, my balance was a little off
, and I swayed from side to side a couple of times, almost falling. This caught Mr. Henry's attention.

"Young man, I've been observing you, and you look like you're about to collapse. You can't go on like this
. Why don't you sit down and rest for a while before going back?"

"No, I'm fine, Mr. Henry. I have to finish this important case first."

"At this rate, you'll collapse before the contract is signed. If something goes wrong, I'll
have a hard time explaining it to Ichiro. I need to think carefully about whether or not to sign this contract..."

The implication was that if I went back to work on the case now, it might displease Mr. Henry and cause the contract to
change, so I had no choice but to sit down as he requested. But relaxing and resting seemed impossible; there
was a huge case waiting to be dealt with, how could I waste time here like nothing was wrong? I just
sat there anxiously, mentally planning which departments I should call for meetings when I got back to the company.

"Sigh…it seems you don't quite know how to relax? How about this, I've recently been
learning hypnotherapy from the head of the psychiatry department at a hospital, how about you be my practice subject?"

Since I had nothing else to do here, and Boruto had instructed me to cooperate as much as possible, I agreed
. Mr. Henry then drew the curtains, dimming the room considerably and soothing my
tired bloodshot eyes. He then took out his props from his suitcase: scented candles and
a record player. The smoke from the lit candles swirled in the room, and the faint scent of grass seemed to permeate the air
, bringing a refreshing feeling. Light and melodious music drifted from the record player. Mr. Henry took a pocket
watch and dangled it in front of my eyes, swaying it back and forth.

"Mr. Haruto, concentrate on this watch. You'll feel your thoughts gradually slow down
, and your whole body will become more and more relaxed with each exhale..."

Mr. Henry's deep voice echoed in my ears. I looked at the watch swaying back and forth in front of me, thinking that
everyone could do this, right? But the more I looked, the more I felt... that the frequency and
amplitude were exactly the same? Such a monotonous, mechanical movement, maintaining such precise force
control must be tiring. Just staring at it like this... made me feel tired... left... right... left... right
... I felt my consciousness swaying back and forth with the rhythm, like riding in a small boat, feeling very relaxed.

"My eyelids are getting heavy... I can't open my eyes anymore... My body is sinking into the sofa...
slowly sinking... continuing to sink..."

Guided by Mr. Henry, I felt all the fatigue of the past few days rush in at once. A thick drowsiness
seemed to transform into tangible tentacles, enveloping my entire body, leaving me completely exhausted and slumped onto the sofa. I
didn't even have the strength to feel confused. As soon as I closed my eyes, it felt as if I was being pulled deeper into a dark abyss.
Mr. Henry's voice gradually faded from my ears...

"Now, Mr. Haruto, let me give you a new name..."

…………

...

When I opened my eyes again, it was already late afternoon, the sun was setting, and the orange-red rays of the setting sun streamed in through the gaps in
the curtains . My mind was still a bit foggy, and I didn't know why I was in this
unfamiliar room. Then I remembered that I had taken a nap at Mr. Henry's rented place, sleeping for about four or five hours from noon until
evening .

"Hey, you're awake? You slept well, didn't you?"

Hearing Mr. Henry say this, I stretched my body and indeed felt much more energetic.
The fatigue that had accumulated over the past few days was swept away, and it felt even better than sleeping all day. I had never felt
so refreshed since I started working, and the persistent migraines and gastrointestinal discomfort were also gone. What kind of therapy is this
that really has such miraculous effects? American medical technology is indeed much more advanced than ours.

"Thank you for your concern. I feel full of energy now, so I'll go back and finish the paperwork."

"Oh, I won't see you off. Good luck."

After returning to the company, I conveyed the contents of the contract terms offered by the buyer. Everyone took this matter very seriously,
so they immediately convened a special meeting with relevant departments to examine the feasibility
and performance costs of the buyer's terms one by one. Because of some complex calculations and debates on different viewpoints, the meeting lasted from 8 pm
to 3 am the next day, without stopping except for a short late-night snack in between.

By the end, everyone was exhausted, but I was still full of energy. My mind felt exceptionally
clear; I could understand and remember all the opinions raised in the meeting perfectly, as if I had suddenly
become smarter. This made me secretly admire Mr. Henry's therapy for its amazing power. Even after the meeting ended,
I didn't feel tired at all; I felt like I had taken an invincible star. Wanting to make the
most of my excellent condition, I went back to the office and processed two large stacks of documents.

Previously, I had been overwhelmed by a lot of professional knowledge, but now it all seemed to suddenly piece together
a complete jigsaw puzzle. The connections and methodologies between them became crystal clear.
I could , and my processing speed was unbelievable even to myself. After successfully
clearing all the documents from the desk, I left the company at 10:00 AM and headed to Mr. Henry's residence.

I conveyed to Mr. Henry the conclusions of our meeting that lasted until the early hours of the morning.
We could fully cooperate with the revisions to the purchased items and the additions to the service terms, but the buyer's asking price was too low. Thomas's
proposed amount was approximately 30% of our usual wholesale price, which was very close to our production costs:
including raw materials, R&D, manufacturing processes, and sales. In other words, we would have almost no profit; we
would working for free.

Based on the assessment at the meeting, our bottom line for the transaction price was around 15% of the original price; any
lower and we wouldn't make a profit. However, I initially offered 10% to leave some room for negotiation. I was initially
worried that the negotiations might break down or that there would be a fierce price war, since the difference
between was over 50 million yen. In those days, the annual turnover of a typical small or medium-sized enterprise was probably only
that much. The difference between being able to negotiate a good price was that significant.

But to my surprise, Mr. Henry didn't even try to negotiate and immediately agreed to our offer, leaving me
stunned and unsure of what to say next.

"Oh, what's wrong? Were you startled? To be honest, I know I can't offer a 30% discount.
Sorry, sorry. It was one of the guys in our sales department who suggested deliberately lowering the price at the beginning. It's
a negotiation tactic. I thought it looked fun and wanted to try it out. I didn't really intend to sign such a low price~"

Mr. Henry laughed heartily, looking like he'd pulled off a prank. I'd been worrying about
how to negotiate such a large price difference, but it turned out I'd been played. I felt both annoyed and amused.

"Oh dear, I'm sorry. But you should still have some room to compromise. You deliberately lowered the price..."
"A 10% discount? I can probably get it down to 15%... Aren't we both doing the same
thing? Negotiations don't involve revealing your bottom line."

Mr. Henry's words left me speechless. He may seem casual on the surface, but he's
probably a shrewd person. After all, he's the president of such a large group; he can't be a fool.

"Since you knew you could get a 15% discount, why did you agree to give me a 10% discount?"

"Oh dear, it's really embarrassing for us elders to haggle with Ichiro's kids.
Consider this a congratulatory gift for you becoming president! Although the young guys will definitely
nag me when I send this contract back, they can only silently accept my decision, hahaha~"

Taking back what I said, this guy really is a spontaneous person. Suddenly, I felt that it was incredibly
stupid of me to hold such a serious meeting and dig out a bunch of reports to calculate costs. Ugh... I'm really tired. As soon as I relaxed
, the fatigue came rushing back. After all, I only slept for four hours in the afternoon yesterday and then stayed up
all night in meetings until morning. Even the most effective relaxation techniques have their limits.

"Okay, although I've said my word on the contract, the necessary procedures still need to be followed. I'll
send the final draft of the contract back to the parent company's legal department for a review, so I won't sign it with you immediately
. I'll contact you again when it's ready to sign. I'll be vacationing around here for a while. What will you do after that?"

"Hmm... I need to continue handing over the business. There are still mountains of things to learn, and if I don't
hurry it'll be too late..."

Thinking about what would happen next, her stomach started to hurt again. Her body felt as heavy as if it were tied with lead weights.
The things that suddenly became clear to her this morning felt unreal, as if she had lost a piece of the puzzle in her mind.
Now, when she tried to recall those professional knowledge, all she could understand were some questions she couldn't answer. I really don't want to go back to work...
I couldn't help but think that. Why do I have to face all this hardship? I'm just an
ordinary person with no talent! I really want to abandon all of this and run away...

but that's unrealistic, isn't it? What will happen to the company if I run away? What will happen to Xiaofeng? If I don't want to have regrets
, I have to be able to do what I'm supposed to do! I can only force myself to put strength into my legs and stand up.

"Hey, young man, you look terrible. You're so serious, you don't
know how to relieve stress, do you? If you stay like this, you won't go far."

"Yes, I'm aware of that, but I don't have any solutions. Right now, I
can only tough it out. The treatment Mr. Henry gave me was effective, but its effects are limited
, and I feel bad about constantly taking up your time with that."

"Well... that was just to help you relax and rest. Your condition is stress
syndrome caused by anxiety and panic. Of course, proper rest can alleviate the symptoms, but as long as the stressor is still there, fatigue will
continue to accumulate, so simply doing that will have limited effect. I suggest you try another therapy..."

Hearing Mr. Henry say this, a glimmer of hope ignited in my heart, because the last treatment was
really effective! If there was something even more powerful, I would definitely have to try it. When I
asked Mr. Henry for this, he just mysteriously pulled a photo out of a drawer and handed it to me.

"Hehe, do you recognize this child?"

The photo shows a classically beautiful Japanese girl, wearing a pure white chiffon dress, with bright, clear
eyes, long, smooth, jet-black hair, and perfectly rounded breasts. She exudes a
fresh and refined aura. Judging from the background, the photo seems to have been taken in this room. The girl is sitting
on the sofa where I am now, looking up at the camera with a slightly shy smile, looking very delicate and cute.

However, as I carefully examine the girl's features, I have a feeling of déjà vu. My first thought is that she looks
somewhat like my mother, but only to a degree of six or seven points. Although my impression of my mother
is only from photo albums, I am certain that it is not the same person. That's strange... I have a feeling I've
seen , but if such a cute child existed in my life, she would definitely leave a deep
impression. Could she be a celebrity I happened to catch a glimpse of on TV one day?

"What? Don't you recognize me? It's you."

"Huh?"

The completely unexpected answer made me utter a stupid sound.

"This is what I had you wear during your hypnotherapy yesterday. I couldn't resist taking
a picture because it was so cute. Please don't mind."

"No, no! This is obviously not me! Look at her long hair and those breasts!"

"Hehe, actually, they're fake. This is a wig used by cancer patients during chemotherapy, and this is a
breast prosthesis used by breast cancer patients after mastectomy. They look real, right? After all, if they looked
fake at first glance, they couldn't be used clinically."

Is this... what they call American high-tech? This country really shouldn't be underestimated. Holding the
fake breasts in my hand, the feel and elasticity were almost indistinguishable from real breasts, except the temperature was lower than human body temperature.
If I wore them under clothes to raise the temperature, they would definitely look just like real ones.

"Uh... I see, but I don't recall ever taking this photo?"

"Because you were in a deep hypnotic state at the time, it's normal not to remember. I was
helping you with some role-playing then, it's not suspicious, it's
preparation for a stress-dissipation therapy."

"Then please explain what kind of therapy it is?"

"Simply put, it's role-playing. By playing a different being, you get a kind of self-
suggestion effect, allowing you to escape your current mindset and situation, eliminating the source of stress. Because
you need to clearly feel that this role is different from who you are now, and it must naturally integrate into daily life,
and you can't play strange or bizarre things, the best solution is to play a person of the opposite sex!"

"Uh... although you explain it very clearly, does it really work? It seems so suspicious..."

"Oh dear, this therapy is still under research, and we might publish a paper on it in the future.
If you try it and have any feedback, you must tell me! It's valuable reference material!"

Seriously? Am I being used as a guinea pig? Is this guy being too casual? I'm starting to find him
increasingly suspicious. Compared to my unease, Mr. Henry seemed quite enthusiastic.

"Come on, Mr. Haruto, dress up as a woman first. Don't worry! It won't cost you anything.
You have to try everything in life."

Mr. Henry, speaking in a suspicious salesman's tone, handed me a bag of dressing-up
props . Crossdressing... I should hate it, because of something that happened when I was little, I've always had a psychological trauma
. I've always been troubled by my lack of masculinity, and I hate it when people
tease me with words like "sissy"! Normally, if someone asked me to dress up as a woman, I would fight them to the death!

But now, for some reason, I'm wavering. Thinking about the girl in the photo just now, that excessively beautiful
girl, could I really become like that? It's like I've been under some kind of spell. As I thought about it,
I felt a strange itch in my heart, a strange curiosity and excitement. Was I becoming abnormal?
After all, this was for treatment, and I couldn't offend the company's important clients. I muttered
these seemingly legitimate reasons to myself, trying to absolve myself of my perverted behavior.

I reluctantly accepted the dressing kit and went into the bathroom alone. I looked at myself in the half-length mirror. I
saw myself in a sharp suit, undoubtedly an ordinary man.

Then I took off my clothes. Although I was thin and short, and my face didn't have a strong or mature
look , I was still basically identifiable as a man. No one should mistake me for a woman.

Then I opened the prop bag, and the first thing I took out was some cosmetics. Even though I'd never worn makeup before, and hadn't
learned how, somehow my body seemed to remember the steps; my hands
moved . First, I washed and dried my face, then applied foundation evenly and a layer of loose powder to make my skin tone
brighter and whiter. Next, I used blush to add a natural, healthy glow. Then I applied eyebrow pencil, eyeliner,
and mascara to make my eyes more alluring, and put on contact lenses to increase the size of my pupils, creating large,
watery eyes. Finally, I applied a sheer lip gloss to my lips, giving them a sexy shine.

After completing the above steps, a woman's face appeared in the mirror, but the hairstyle and body were not
female . To correct these errors, I naturally put on a wig, fake breasts, and women's underwear.
From the upper body alone, I was 100% a woman. However, my lower body had
organs that a woman shouldn't have; a strange bulge on my cotton lace underwear revealed that my true form was not
female . All these incongruous details had to be carefully hidden.

First, I tied a white ribbon around my neck to cover my Adam's apple,
and then wore floral watermark stockings to hide leg hair. Finally, I put on a chiffon dress to conceal my male genitalia, which I couldn't let anyone see.
Next , I added a touch of femininity through accessories. I wore a lucky clover bracelet on my wrist, paired it with
trendy ivory riding boots, and adorned my long hair with cute ribbon bows and
star hair clips.

After completing these steps, my masculine features were completely eliminated. Luckily, I
don't exercise much, so my arms and legs weren't muscular or tanned; they were fair and clean, making me look
almost like a girl. I looked at myself closely in the mirror, and the image reflected was that of a strikingly beautiful young
woman, with a touch of allure amidst her youthful innocence. It was so different from my original image that
I couldn't even recognize myself in the mirror.

My petite frame and baby face, which originally made me feel inferior, actually suited a girl's body
perfectly The slender curves and innocent, carefree appearance made her seem like a pure young girl who had never known the ways of the world,
which could easily arouse a man's protective instincts. But I must admit that it might also arouse lust at the same time...

In the end, it did perfectly reproduce the beautiful girl in the photo, and strangely enough, it did not touch on
any of my psychological shadows, nor did it cause any sense of rejection. However, I also did not feel that the therapy was working.

"Listen carefully. If you perceive the current situation as Iwanaga Haruto dressed as a woman, this
won't work. From now on, you are not the original you. You need to take on this role and become her.
The name I've given her is Sakurai Haruka. This is your name now."

"Okay, my name is Sakurai Haruka..."

It feels like a familiar name. Sakurai is my mother's surname before she was registered in the Iwanaga family.
The pronunciation very similar to Haruto. Sakurai Haruka and Iwanaga Haruto feel similar yet different.
She's not so similar that I would associate her with the same person, nor so different that I would feel she's a stranger. I feel
like she's another version of myself. If I were born and grew up in a parallel world with a different gender,
I would probably grow up to look like Haruka. I couldn't help but have this thought.

This comfortable distance allows me to identify with the character,
preventing me from . Yet, I also recognize her as another version of myself, not the original
. When I become her, I can detach myself from my original Haruto mindset and temporarily escape the pressure.

"At first, you might not be used to it and won't be able to fully immerse yourself in the role, but you'll gradually adapt.
Besides the name, Haruto also has some different personality traits. For example, the second setting is..."

'Setting Two: Haruto is optimistic and cheerful, undaunted by difficulties, and always full of energy.'

This voice echoed in my mind. It was my own voice, but softer and
using girlish words and tone. The moment I understood the meaning of this setting, incredibly
, the fatigue and physical discomfort that had been lingering until now suddenly vanished. Learning
those business operations courses didn't seem so difficult anymore, and I felt much more relaxed.

"To enrich the character's three-dimensionality, some ordinary life experiences are needed. Go to
the café in front of the station and grab something to eat, then bring the receipt back to show me."

"Huh? Wear this to the street? No way, it's too embarrassing… I can't do it!"

"Oh dear, my little Yao wouldn't say something like that! Think about what setting one is!"

Who's your little Yao here! Just as I was about to complain like that, my own voice echoed in my mind again…

‘Setting 1: Xiaoyao is an obedient child who always obeys Master Henry’s orders.’

When I understood the meaning of this setting, I realized that I no longer had the right to refuse.
To have such a shameless character setting implanted in me, Master is really too cunning!

"By the way, after you've eaten, please open this envelope, finish writing what's inside, and then come back."

"Yes, Your Highness."

I reluctantly took the envelope from my master and left the house, heading towards the station.

Second playthrough scene 2 (in front of the station) ------------------------------

Although I tried my best to embody the character of Sakurai Haruka, I couldn't actually do it right away.
After all, her attire wasn't my usual style. Whether it was her long hair draped over her shoulders,
the weight of her full breasts, the cool and open feeling under her long skirt, or the smooth texture of her stockings and panties
clinging to her skin, these were all feelings I wasn't used to. At the same time, it made me
realize that a girl's posture was definitely not how I should be.

The bustling street in front of the station is the city's most vibrant commercial district. Dressed like this in such a crowded place
, brushing past countless people, I worried about bumping into acquaintances or being recognized. My light skirt
was easily blown up by the wind, forcing me to carefully hold it down with both hands as I walked. The intense shame and unease
almost brought tears to my eyes, so I walked slowly with my head down.

Sometimes I felt like I was being stared at, and I would nervously turn around. Fortunately, it was
n't a crisis like being exposed; it was just that some men, because of Xiaoyao's particularly striking appearance, would glance
at me intentionally or unintentionally. Most people would awkwardly look away after making eye contact with me and walk away as if nothing had happened
. But a few savage guys would continue to stare at me blatantly, as if their eyes were licking my
entire body, or staring at my chest or buttocks, or whistling at me with lewd expressions.

At that moment, I truly realized that girls are actually very sensitive to men's gazes, especially those with
erotic connotations, which can make girls feel disgusted and terrified. I didn't know
how to deal with such harassment. On the surface, I pretended to be calm and walked away quickly, but in reality, my heart was pounding
. I couldn't help but think that if Mr. Henry had come along, I wouldn't have encountered such a terrible situation.

Anyway, I made it to my destination, the Western-style dessert cafe, without any major incidents. It's
a trendy new shop that recently opened, mainly selling Western-style desserts and sweet drinks in set menus geared towards women. So,
men generally don't frequent this kind of place. Looking inside, both the staff and customers were all women.
Entering this environment finally
made me feel a bit more at ease... But I'm supposed to be a man, right? For a moment, I had actually been thinking entirely from a woman's perspective, which confused me greatly.

I stood in the ordering line as a girl, and even though the girls in front of and behind me
were very close, they didn't notice my true gender at all, which made me feel even more reassured. When it was my turn
, I looked at the unfamiliar cakes on the menu and didn't know what to choose. To be honest, I don't
know anything about cakes and I was too embarrassed to ask. I had no idea what the names of these cakes meant.

Then I noticed a "Today's Set Meal" in the corner of the menu, which offered different special deals every day, so I just ordered that without
thinking.

"Please give me one of today's set meals, for dine-in, thank you."

I made sure to use feminine pronouns and raised my voice a few octaves,
softening my tone. This made my voice sound like the one I had in my head, and sure enough, the waitress didn't
suspect anything and treated me like any other female customer.

"Okay, today's set meal is a chocolate lava brownie and a hazelnut latte, is that alright
?"

"Hmm...that's fine..."

"Okay, thank you for your patronage, the bill is 500 yen."

Actually, I had no idea what kind of cake it was. When I got it...wait, isn't this the super sweet
one? I remember Xiaofeng bought some last week and happily shared half with me. But after taking a bite
, I couldn't swallow it. The sweetness was so intense it hurt my throat. I chewed a couple more times but couldn't stand it and spat it out.
Xiaofeng looked a little disappointed. Later, Xiaofeng
ate . At the time, I wondered if her sense of taste was different from others.

I just sat there staring at the cake, having already ordered it, I couldn't just leave it there.
The slightly sour, sweet aroma wafted over, making me feel conflicted. But sitting there blankly
for too long would feel awkward. Finally, with a determined resolve, I mustered the courage to cut a small piece and put it
in my mouth. As the rich, moist sweetness spread in my mouth, it felt like
fireworks Wow! What is this? I never expected it to be so delicious! A smile unconsciously crept onto my face.

'Setting 22: Xiaoyao's favorite food is sweets; she likes anything sweet.'

It seems Xiaoyao, like Xiaofeng, is a sweet tooth. Do all women love sweets? Because I was
won over by my favorite sweets, my mood became sweet, and I felt myself falling more and more into Xiaoyao's personality.
Speaking of which, there are more than twenty of these weird character settings? Where did Mr. Henry come up with all these character settings...?

Actually, I was hungry too. I didn't eat anything during the late-night snack time at the meeting last night. I finished
the meal in no time. Then I had to complete an additional task before I could go back. I
took out the envelope that Mr. Henry had entrusted to me from the women's bag I was carrying, and pulled out the note inside. On it, I saw
five big characters written in messy handwriting: Masturbation in the women's restroom.

"Eh?"

I exclaimed softly, too surprised to be seen, and quickly stuffed the note back into
the envelope as if afraid of being seen. What was going on?! What was the purpose of making someone do this? I
puffed out my cheeks in annoyance. If it were Haruto, he definitely wouldn't do it; he would just crumple the envelope into a ball and throw it in
the trash ! Unfortunately, my current consciousness seems to be leaning more towards Xiaoyao. Mr. Henry is, after all,
my master, and I cannot disobey his orders… I

had no choice but to bite the bullet and enter the women's restroom. The moment I stepped inside, I saw a young woman who
looked like about to come out. I felt like I'd been caught doing something wrong; I froze on the spot, afraid
to even breathe. But she seemed completely oblivious and walked past me. I realized once again that
what I was doing was probably not a joke.

If it were just cross-dressing, I could explain it as a personal interest, but sneaking into the women's restroom was a crime.
I'm guilty. If I get caught, I'll be unable to defend myself and will just be taken to the police station as a pervert. If word gets out, I
'll be socially ostracized. Reason tells me I must retreat immediately, but emotion whispers that
I must obey my master's orders. I stood there frozen for about ten seconds, and the angel
Haruto and went through a battle, ending in the angel's defeat.

I looked around nervously. The women's restroom was more tastefully decorated than the men's. The sinks
and windowsills were decorated with potted plants, and the toilet partitions were fluorescent red. The environment was very
clean and odorless, with only the scent of peach fragrance. The overall impression
is that this space is a secret garden carefully designed for women, a place for girls to pick flowers
. Now, a pervert has broken in and is masturbating here. I'm so sorry to everyone...

(Note: Some Japanese women say they're going to pick flowers when they need to use the restroom, which means they're going to the toilet.)

There are three stalls here. I chose the one in the corner by the window. After locking the door, I noticed that someone was using the middle stall next
door . The person was humming a cheerful song while using the toilet
. She probably never expected that the person next door was a cross-dresser. Ahh... I'm
practically a pervert now . If this scandal breaks out, the entire Iwanaga family will
be disgraced. The young master Haruto, the soon-to-be president, is a pervert...

But as I berate myself, my manhood gets erect without any restraint. That
's the filthy nature of men. They can't help but feel
excited In this respect, I'm not much different from those scumbags who whistle at women on the street
. As a man myself, I know the despicable nature of men better than anyone.
When this thing gets erect, it symbolizes the deep-seated urge to violate women.

I sat on the toilet seat and lifted my skirt. Underneath my women's underwear, I could clearly see a large, rod-like
object bulging out. Despite her outwardly pure and beautiful appearance, this hideous organ between her
legs was truly regrettable. It was because of this that I couldn't fully embody
the character of Sakurai Haruka. Even after adapting to the wig, fake breasts, and women's clothing, and gradually becoming less aware that they were fake
, the fact remained that a girl couldn't possibly have a penis. This created a contradiction, and I couldn't convince
myself otherwise.

Because I was currently playing the role of Haruka, I felt reluctant to bring this up, unwilling to witness
the actual shape of the penis, as if refusing to acknowledge its existence, unwilling to tarnish the character's aesthetic
. I simply stroked it lightly through my underwear with my fingers. The fabric felt wonderful, and even this gentle
touch was incredibly soothing. My penis seemed more sensitive than usual, as if the
perverse feeling of doing something so perverse was transforming into pleasure.

I rubbed my back muscles up and down with my fingers, sending tingling, itchy sensations through my spine, raising
goosebumps Unconsciously, I let out a nasal sound like a girl's coquettish whimper. I hurriedly
covered my mouth and nose with my left hand, while my right hand, still somewhat unsatisfied, gripped my penis and began to stroke it vigorously. With
my eyes closed , I rubbed my penis up and down, and somehow I had
the strange illusion that Xiaoyao was giving Haruto a handjob. Was it really the same person?

Feeling the thick, hot penis throbbing in my hand, I felt a little shy, while the numbness before
ejaculation made me feel very confused. Suddenly, I felt confused about my true gender
. At the same time, the sexual excitement from my male body and female mind intertwined into a dazzling vortex of lust. Then,
listening to the girl next door humming a song, the excitement of doing something wrong further catalyzed my primal
instincts . I quickly went blank, and my voice began to break out of control. Finally
, as I let out a short scream, the penis in my hand released a large glob of warm, sticky semen.

More than the physical pleasure of ejaculation, the psychological impact was even stronger. After all,
this was the first time Xiaoyao had ever held and rubbed a man's penis like that. The pleasure a man experiences when served by a woman
was clearly transmitted to her, and she didn't find it unpleasant... Feeling the semen sliding
and dripping from her hand, her heart pounded uncontrollably.

As I sat there in a daze, I heard the young woman next door lightly tapping on the partition.

"Hello? Are you alright? Please respond if you heard me~"

"Uh... I, I'm fine, I just accidentally got my skirt dirty, thank you for your concern."

I quickly perked up and responded. Now I can speak in a female
tone . Because I'm getting more and more used to it, it feels natural for me
to speak like this when I'm wearing women's clothes. Let's call this Haruka Mode.

Speaking of which, because I ejaculated through my underwear, my underwear was covered in semen, and even
my skirt got a little stained. I quickly wiped the white, sticky liquid off my hands and clothes with tissue paper and then flushed it down
the toilet . Semen is very sticky and has a strong smell, making it quite troublesome to clean up. It's
even more unpleasant once it dries. I know many men enjoy the feeling of ejaculating on women and making them dirty, but they really
should consider how women feel when cleaning up afterward.

While I was cleaning, the girl next door had already left, so I quickly slipped out when no one was around
. Although I washed my hands with the liquid soap provided at the sink, I still felt the smell of semen lingering on them
. Underneath my skirt, it was even worse; since I couldn't remove it to wash, it was still sticky. Did I ejaculate a bit too much
this time ? I'm a pretty easygoing guy, so needless to say, I don't masturbate,
and the frequency of sex with Xiaofeng isn't high either.
I've never experienced that kind of intense, mind-numbing pleasure before. Could it be because of the stress I've been under lately?

Anyway, this isn't the kind of state I can comfortably
stroll , and there he was, smiling broadly as he stood up from the sofa to greet
me. I had so many complaints I wanted to say, but seeing him, I couldn't utter a single word
. In the end, I just sighed in resignation.

"Hey, Xiaoyao, did you get dessert at the coffee shop?"

"Yeah, I did. The receipt's here."

"So, did you masturbate in the bathroom?"

"Um...yes..."

I felt so ashamed that my cheeks were burning. What exactly is this feeling of shyness?
Is my mental state becoming strange?

"Hehe, Xiaoyao is so good, good girl, good girl."

His Highness's large hand gently stroked my head, as if he were comforting me. At that moment,
a feeling of happiness welled up in my heart. Rather than complaining to my master, having my head patted by him like this
made me feel much better. All the shameful situations I had just suffered seemed to have faded away. I
think Xiaoyao's personality is too easy to deal with.

I feel like Haruka's presence is becoming more and more real. Come to think of it, after wandering around for so long
, no one has aroused any suspicion. There's a saying: "A lie that can be told without being
exposed is no different from the truth." In Haruka mode, everyone treats me
like a woman, giving me the illusion that I've actually become a girl. Even if there's a secret hidden under my skirt,
as long as no one discovers it, can't we still see Sakurai Haruka as a woman?

"Alright, that's how this therapy works. When you're living as a Haruto Iwanaga and feel like you're about to be
overwhelmed by stress, temporarily become Haruka Sakurai to change your mood. Doing things you wouldn't normally do
can release the accumulated stress. Research seems to suggest that the more perverse the experience, the better the effect! Of course, the actual results may
vary from person to person. Remember to tell me what you think after you've tried it."

And that's how today's therapy ended. I took off my female attire and reclaimed my 100% Haruto Iwanaga
personality. The feeling was incredibly subtle, as if I had just had the illusion that I was possessed by a woman named Haruka Sakurai
. Thinking about my behavior while I was dressed as a woman, I felt so ashamed that I wanted to dig a hole and hide
. I'll never sneak into women's restrooms again, please forgive my mistake, fellow women!

Mr. Henry ignored my dejection and gave me the same disguise props again, even
giving me three sets to keep me clean. Since the character settings are already complete, I can
enter Xiaoyao mode whenever I want by simply changing into women's clothing, so I can relax on my own without bothering Mr. Henry for
relaxation therapy anymore. That's the main convenience.

However, I hope to use it as little as possible. This method of becoming someone
else doesn't feel like a proper medical treatment. It's still under research and we're not sure about
the side effects. Ideally, I'd rather have it on hand and not use it, only resorting to it when I'm truly desperate.

Second playthrough, scene three (at home) ------------------------------

Role-playing relaxation therapy, the effects of which last no more than a day each time.
After returning from Mr. Henry's yesterday, and after a day at work today, the stress has piled up again. My migraines, chest tightness, stomach aches, and other
symptoms are getting worse. When I got home, I felt like a deflated balloon, lying on the bed unable to move.

I have homework to do tonight, and I can't not pull myself together, but just thinking about
it makes my head hurt even more, and I even feel nauseous. Thankfully, Xiaofeng isn't home tonight; I
definitely don't want her to see me like this.

Because this week is a business trip, my usual evening tutoring has been replaced with self-study. Xiaofeng also
has community college cooking classes scheduled for all her evenings this week because I said I wouldn't be home for dinner. Now I'm
lying alone in my master bedroom, completely unwilling to move, feeling like a robot with a dead battery.
I really want just sleep like this, and that I can do the self-study tomorrow...

But the thought of tomorrow's homework makes it hard to smile. Even if I concentrate,
it takes three hours to finish each day's workload. If I slack off and postpone it, it will snowball
. Just thinking about it makes my ears ring. Has my stress tolerance decreased
? Human nature is inherently inclined to seek comfort and ease, and I'm no saint. Before, I had no good way to relieve stress and could only grit my
teeth and endure it. Now that I have a way to relax, even if it's a bit questionable, I can't help but want to use it.

I tossed and turned in bed for a while, but I still couldn't resist going to the study to take out the disguise props I had hidden
. There was a note on the outside of this cardboard box that said "Company Secrets," and given Xiaofeng's personality, she would absolutely never open
it. After some dressing up, I transformed into a beautiful girl as if by magic.
Then, I silently repeated in my mind… I am Sakurai Haruka now… I'm not Iwanaga Haruto… I'm Sakurai Haruka…

Strangely enough, my previously tired and heavy body suddenly felt light, all those annoying stress
symptoms disappeared, and my gloomy mood brightened. This effect was
unbelievable no matter how many times I experienced it. Then I took out my self-study notes for today and started reading. Even more absurd things happened:
the previously profound professional knowledge suddenly became very easy to understand?

'Setting Nine: Haruka is very good at learning and possesses superhuman comprehension and memory.'

This is just too unscientific! However, Mr. Henry did indeed say that self-suggestion has a
magical effect, potentially correcting a person's character and enabling them to unleash their
potential . Humans normally only utilize a small fraction of their total mental and physical potential because the brain has a protective
mechanism that sets an upper limit on output. The more comfortable a person's life becomes, the lower that limit will be. Self-
suggestion, however, can forcibly break through these limits, much like overclocking a computer's processor! Actually, this doesn't
mean becoming more skilled; it means becoming able to unleash one's true full potential.

In this way, homework that would normally take three hours was completed in just one hour using the remote control,
all practice problems were answered correctly, and a beautifully written set of notes was also created. Haruka's handwriting is neat and delicate
, looking nothing like mine. This handwriting is from some kind of setting. After a series
of shocks, I'm not so surprised that self-suggestion can change handwriting anymore...

The more I role-play Sakurai Haruka, the more I realize that Mr. Henry has given her a lot of overpowered
abilities. When I enter Haruka mode, I use these abilities and they come out naturally.
They're practically the same person, yet Haruka is so beautiful and capable, while Haruto is such a useless bum.
Isn't too unfair? It makes me admire this fictional girl.

With plenty of time left, I was pondering what to do next when my eyes were inadvertently drawn to a
fashion . Xiaofeng occasionally buys books like this, and I usually have no interest in them
. But now, for some reason, it piqued my interest. As I read, the magazine explained how different outfits could be appropriate for
different occasions, showcasing versatile charm. I couldn't help but think about how Xiaoyao always only had the same style of riding boots and
dresses . I wanted to change my look... and so on. I was sure Xiaoyao would look great in other clothes too.

The more I thought about it, the more restless I became. I couldn't resist going back to the master bedroom, opening Xiaofeng's closet, and taking out her
collection one by one. Xiaofeng is about the same height and build as me, so I'm sure I
could wear these clothes too. I tried on several beautiful outfits in front of the mirror, some elegant, some casual, some
sexy. I felt inexplicably happy. Even though Xiaofeng was already a beauty admired by everyone, Xiaoyao's
looks were in no way inferior—I could say that with absolute confidence!

But still, I felt something was missing. A beautiful appearance doesn't entirely equate to femininity. A woman's
charm encompasses many aspects, including expression, demeanor, speech, and refinement. How does one act
like a woman? What are universal values' expectations of a woman's demeanor? This is a social process
; every woman spends her entire life learning how to be a woman.

For example, there's the sullen, emotionally vulnerable, playful, and affectionate side of women
. If a grown man did these things, he'd definitely be looked at differently because society expects men
to be unwavering, but society allows women to have rich and outward emotions. These expressions are
a woman's prerogative; being able to show a feminine side at the right time and place makes one seem like a woman.

Therefore, to make Xiaoyao more like a woman, she needs to imitate these aspects. I couldn't help but recall
Xiaofeng's words and actions, because she's the woman I know best. What does Xiaofeng look like when she smiles
? What does she look like when she's angry? How does she act affectionately towards me? As I recalled these things, I
had Xiaoyao demonstrate the corresponding expressions in front of the mirror.

Xiaoyao is indeed a smart girl. Although her expressions and movements were quite awkward at first, she improved
rapidly. After grasping the essentials, Yao's emotional expressions became more and more natural, gradually becoming more feminine, which
made me feel very accomplished. I also understand men's thoughts better than most women, and I know what kind of
female image best fits men's ideals. So I tried to help Xiaoyao develop that ideal image.

Because this was so much fun, we almost forgot about the time. Suddenly, I realized that Xiaofeng seemed to be
coming back soon. I hurriedly and nervously hung up my clothes one by one, removed my makeup,
hid , and pretended to be nonchalant as I welcomed Xiaofeng back. We ate the sample dishes we had brought back from the cooking class together
, chatting casually about everything under the sun, thus ending this magical journey-like night.

After that day, every day of the week was basically spent like this. The remote learning mode was originally just for
stress relief, but its ridiculously high learning ability was so overwhelming that I couldn't help but become dependent on it
. So every day after work, I would naturally put on women's clothing and spend about an hour completing my daily tasks
, receiving a beautifully written notebook in return. Because this way of learning was more efficient than in-person tutoring—after all, I couldn't use the remote mode in the
training room—I simply took it upon myself to change all subsequent courses to self-study.

Then came my little moments of bliss: about two hours where I could stand
in front of the mirror in the master bedroom, studying various styles of clothing and practicing feminine emotional expression. After several days of practice
, I no longer needed to imitate Xiaofeng or any other girl. I could embody Xiaoyao's personality and make feminine expressions that suited
my own style. It felt like it wasn't something I was deliberately acting out, but
rather a natural reaction that came naturally from a certain state of mind, without needing to think too much.

Through these training sessions, Xiaoyao's presence became more tangible, and I seemed to be able to embody the
character more easily. When I switched to Xiaoyao mode, I could naturally act like a woman,
and even my mindset would become womanly.

The second week after returning home was a smooth one. The contract issues were largely resolved,
I found ways to relieve stress, and my studies started to get back on track. If things continued this way, perhaps I really
could fulfill my father's expectations.

Scene 1 of the third playthrough (at my own home) ------------------------------

By the third week, I encountered trouble from the very first day. This week, Xiaofeng no longer had
evening classes, and when I got home from work, she was also home, so I couldn't dress up
as a girl in front of her.

Without Xiaoyao mode, learning was completely inefficient; my thinking couldn't
keep up with the chapter progression, I forgot what I read earlier after reading later, and I couldn't answer questions requiring comprehensive application. I quickly
gave up. Anyway, as long as I could use Xiaoyao mode for one day, I could catch up on three days' worth of material in one go,
so even if I accumulated some today, it wouldn't matter if I did it another day.

But the most frustrating thing is that without entering Xiaoyao mode, I can't eliminate my fatigue.
If I go to work like this tomorrow, my condition will be terrible! I won't be able to concentrate at all! Last week
I got used to the convenience of Xiaoyao mode, and now I feel like I can't get anything done without it
. If Xiaofeng doesn't go out every night, am I just going to have to maintain this tiring state forever? This makes
me anxious.

It's funny, I used to think that having my considerate fiancée
greet me when I got home from work was such a happy thing, and even the burden on my shoulders seemed lighter. But now I
can't help but think about how to get her away. I'm such an overbearing fiancé...

"Huh? Haru-kun, don't you have to study tonight?"

"Well... I'm a little out of sorts today. I think I'll catch up when I can concentrate another day..."

"Is that so? You need to rest sometimes too. I was just thinking of giving Haru-kun a little encouragement!"

Kaede smiled gently as she continued to work on the metal bowl in her hands. She
had been working on something in the kitchen since dinner, pouring flour, sugar, eggs, butter, and other ingredients into the bowl and stirring.

"For Haru-kun who's been working so hard, let me make you a treat! A quick and easy recipe!"
"A flavorful blueberry pie. It's so delicious fresh out of the oven! It's completely different from the ones you buy at the bakery! By the way, this one
isn't sweet, Chun-jun doesn't like things too sweet, right?"

Xiaofeng happily shared with me the fun she had this afternoon in the cooking class,
waiting for her and the other female students' prototypes to come out of the oven, and then having a tea party together. But
the more listened, the more I felt a pang of regret. The traditional societal expectations our country places on the sexes are so vastly different.
While men are out there striving for their careers, facing all sorts of hardships every day, losing their appetite and losing sleep
, women only need to dress up beautifully all day and do things they enjoy!

How wonderful... how enviable! Women's lives are so blissful, living
carefree lives under the protection of men , unaware of the dangers of society. How can this not make one resentful? Why
must I be the only one suffering so much? Every day, I'm tormented by pressure until I can barely breathe. I don't know when, but
a raging fire began to burn within me.

If that's how it is, then show me what a woman should be like! As a man's appendage, shouldn't you
display a lewd, feminine expression and use your body to please your master? Isn't that what every woman is supposed to do?
If a woman doesn't understand, it's a man's responsibility to teach her! Thinking this,
my male symbol in my lower body stood erect, ready to be unleashed.

Come to think of it, I haven't been very proactive with Xiaofeng before? Isn't that a terrible waste? This
girl is beautiful, and her figure is so sexy. She's slender where she should be, and
curvy where she should be. Like now, as she kneads dough, her body shifts back and forth, and standing behind her
, that alluring buttocks sway right in front of me, making me irresistibly tempted to touch it…

I usually cherish Xiaofeng and rarely look at her body purely with lustful eyes
, but right now, I don't know if it's because I'm too tired or too frustrated, but I feel like I've suddenly
become very aggressive, wanting to pin that erotic body down and ravage it. Yeah, with so much pressure
, you need to release it sometimes! I succumbed to my filthy desires and leaned over to grope her buttocks…

“Ouch? Hmm…really, Chun-kun, you can’t be naughty! The dough almost fell to the floor…”

Xiaofeng was startled when I touched her from behind, and she jumped up with a soft scream. The dough in her hand
almost rolled to the floor. She couldn’t help but scold me a couple of times, but she didn’t take it seriously or get really
angry. She seemed to think that I was just teasing her on a whim, and turned back to continue kneading her dough.

I savored the lingering soft, bouncy sensation in my palm, feeling my penis become even more erect
, already a little swollen and painful. Driven by male instinct, I wrapped my arms around Xiaofeng's small waist from behind, feeling
her softness and body temperature, burying my face in her neck and inhaling her fragrance. That natural, faint milky
scent further stimulated my desire. I gently rubbed my fierce, erect penis against Xiaofeng's buttocks,
feeling as excited as a virgin touching a woman for the first time.

"Huh? What's wrong with Chun-kun today... so proactive? Hmm... okay, okay, I know, can you
wait a little longer? After I finish this, we'll go back to the room..."

Xiao-feng seemed to finally realize I wasn't joking, looking a little confused and shy, but she
still insisted on kneading the dough properly and letting it rest, as if if she left it unfinished,
the dough would be unusable, and all her previous efforts would be wasted.

But I didn't care! Was this inexpensive dough more important than me? A woman should
unconditionally obey a man, right? How could she be so reluctant to be favored by her man! Have I been too good to her
usually , and she no longer values me? Now is the time to teach her a lesson and let her
feel my authority as the head of the family!

The nameless anger in my heart reignited. I grabbed Xiaofeng's wrist tightly, shoved
the dough , and then pushed her down onto the cooking table without saying a word. Xiaofeng lay on her back on the table with her legs dangling
in the air. I immediately tore off her skirt and panties, exposing her private parts.

She seemed stunned by my sudden and violent actions. After all, I had always been such
a gentleman and had never been violent towards her like this before. She stood there, completely bewildered, looking up at me
with a hint of timidity in her eyes. Her pitiful appearance only excited me more. Without hesitation, I pulled out
my penis , wanting to satisfy my lust, only to find that her genitals were not wet at all.

Xiaofeng's body naturally has low water content, and usually when we have sex, foreplay alone takes up
a lot of time, let alone getting her wet in this situation. After all, she's not a submissive
. I was already on the verge of sex and didn't have the mind to think about such troublesome things. I just looked around and saw
a plate of blueberry jam that had been cooked and cooled down. Hmm... I threw away the dough, so there's no use keeping this,
right? I simply scooped up a handful and smeared it on Xiaofeng's vagina.

"Huh...?"

Xiaofeng looked incredulous and was completely stunned. I ignored her and forcefully
inserted my penis into her vagina. The moment I entered, Xiaofeng's expression contorted with pain.

"Ouch...it hurts! No...Chun-kun...it hurts so much! Waaah...please let me go..."

Xiaofeng struggled violently while tears streamed down her face, but for some reason I did
n't feel sorry for her at all. I just thought her messy crying expression was also very beautiful. She had never shown me this
side of herself before. This is something to look forward to! This expression, which I didn't know existed, was also very feminine. Her weak and helpless appearance was so
charming. If Xiaoyao made this expression, it would probably be very sexy... I don't know why I thought that...

Her vagina was indeed not slippery enough. The movements of intercourse brought Xiaofeng pain rather than pleasure. Even on my
side, my glans was rubbing a little painfully. But compared to the pleasure I felt from my penis, Xiaofeng's crying and struggling appearance
excited me more. After all, a woman's strength is no match for a man's. No matter how she resisted, she was still firmly
suppressed by me, which only increased my sense of superiority and conquest. I frantically swung my waist and thrust into Feng's
vagina. The feeling of wanting to ejaculate gradually became uncontrollable. In the end, I ejaculated inside her vagina all at once.

When I finished, Xiaofeng was completely exhausted, her face pale, her eyes
staring at the ceiling, tears streaming down her face, her cheeks streaked with tears, and the cloudy semen mixed with jam slowly dripping down her cheeks.
It flowed backward from her vagina. Looking at her pitiful state, I suddenly snapped back to reality.
What ? How could I have committed violence against my beloved girlfriend? Regret and confusion overwhelmed me.
I couldn't understand why I had suddenly become so agitated, so unlike myself.

Was I too tired? Was the pressure too much? Could these be justifications for violence? Whatever
my madness, the mistake had been made, and I had to do something to make amends. I thought I should comfort Xiaofeng, but when
I reached out my hand, Xiaofeng instinctively screamed in terror, curling her body
into a ball . I had to pull my hand back.

"It's alright now, Xiaofeng. I won't do anything to you again. I'm so sorry..."

Even though I said that, Feng probably wouldn't be so relieved. She sat up warily,
watching me as she slowly moved towards the living room. Finally, she fled into the master bedroom and locked herself inside
, leaving only her skirt and underwear that I had torn off.

That night, I collapsed on the sofa in the living room, unable to sleep. The image of violating Xiaofeng
kept . The guilt almost crushed me. I couldn't help but think that men were such filthy and disgusting creatures
. To abuse someone important to them for a moment of lust, they were the worst kind of scum! I couldn't help but sink into
self-loathing, feeling despair at myself.

I drifted off into a daze until dawn, time to go to work. Even though I wondered how I could possibly be in
the mood to go to work after everything that had happened, if I stayed home,
wouldn't Xiaofeng just hide in her room, too afraid to come out? Thinking of this, I still dragged my heavy steps towards the company. If I
focused all my attention on work, would I be able to escape this pervasive sense of guilt for a while?

Scene 2 of the third playthrough (@Office) ------------------------------

After a busy day at work, I dragged my heavy steps back home. Although I had thought about whether
I should have come back, after all, I did such a cruel thing to Feng last night, and I didn't know what expression to wear
when I saw her, I also understood that I couldn't just run away from the problem. If the cracks in our relationship weren't resolved, they would only
gradually worsen. I should face Feng properly and apologize sincerely.

As soon as I entered the house, I saw Kaede sitting on the sofa in the living room. Her usual smile was gone,
and she looked somewhat haggard, her eyes red and swollen from crying. However, she didn't run away in fear upon seeing me; she seemed
calmer now, just sitting there cautiously and warily, radiating a tense atmosphere,
like a frightened little animal, looking quite pitiful.

It was because of me that she had become like this, and the thought alone pained me. But the fact that she hadn't
run back to the Ichinose main family but waited for me here showed that she still hoped for the possibility of reconciliation.
I tried to appear harmless and slowly approached her. When I reached her, I knelt down in a dogeza (a traditional Chinese kowtow) position
, bowing my head to the floor.

"I'm so sorry! I was really confused yesterday, I don't know what I took, but I feel so guilty for hurting
Xiaofeng ! Please forgive me and give me a chance to make amends..."

"Uh? Chun-kun... that's too much... I didn't mean it... um... I know Chun-kun is a
gentle gentleman... I want to believe in Chun-kun too..."

Seeing me apologize so desperately, Xiaofeng seemed to soften immediately, her gaze shifting very uncertainly.

"Hmm... Chun-kun is the usual Chun-kun now, right? Then I should go back to my original self...!"

Xiaofeng said, trying to show her usual smile, but the smile still seemed a little
stiff . Sure enough, psychological trauma can't be healed all at once, right? However, her
sincerity had been conveyed, filling me with gratitude. Although we are the same age,
I always felt that Xiaofeng was like an older sister when we were together, with such tolerance. I had received her care in both my life and
studies .

"So, to celebrate our reconciliation, Chun-jun will treat us to dinner tonight. I'm going to eat something really expensive
! Just so you know I'm not someone to be trifled with! Hehe... I'm going to change my clothes, wait for me~"

Xiaofeng deliberately acted cheerful and went into the master bedroom. I was still kneeling on the living room floor
and hadn't gotten up. Xiaofeng probably hadn't noticed the tent that was sticking out in my crotch. When I was kneeling in front of Xiaofeng just now
, because she was sitting on the sofa, I looked up and saw the pure white panties under her short skirt,
and I couldn't help but get an erection again.

Men really are incurable collections of desires. Even at such an important moment, I still couldn't
control myself . While I was making peace with Xiaofeng, the urge to ravage her started to rise in my mind again. Especially
when I'm under a lot of pressure, it feels like I have to vent, and these evil thoughts start to stir up.
I want to assault women. I wasn't originally this kind of scumbag, but lately I've really been acting strangely...

It's probably because of the unprecedented work pressure that I'm starting to have a tendency to go crazy. I haven't had
a chance to relax and relieve stress for two whole days. The assault incident has added even more pressure outside of work.
If this continues and I do something to Xiaofeng again, the reconciliation we finally reached will be destroyed, and even the most basic
trust will be completely lost.

Besides, continuing to work every day in this extreme state is completely inefficient. My desk
has started piling up with documents waiting for approval these past two days, and tomorrow is the company's routine Wednesday morning meeting. Looking like this at
such an important occasion will definitely get me a severe scolding from the senior staff! I really need to switch to
"relax mode" to relax, but I can't do that at home—it would be so embarrassing if I got caught.

Thinking about it, I started thinking about my assistant's position. This was
something I'd discussed with Boruto about hiring Xiaofeng. I'd even asked HR for a special assistant position
and had her in our company's standard female employee uniform ordered. Everything was ready; I was just waiting for the right moment
to surprise her. If she agreed, I'd formally submit the list to HR.

But I took it upon myself to use that position. I called HR and
formally submitted the list of candidates. The person to become my special assistant was—Ms. Sakurai Haruka.

... The next morning, Wednesday, I woke up earlier than usual. After confirming Xiaofeng was still fast asleep, I quickly slipped into my book

...

Fang skillfully applied light makeup, put on a wig and fake breasts, and then donned the uniform she had ordered beforehand. Although it was
made for Xiaofeng, it fit her just as well: a white women's shirt, a black mini-skirt
, and long, slender legs in stockings peeking out from under the skirt.

The uniform was designed to be quite form-fitting, with a tailored cut that accentuated
the graceful curves of the female body. It somehow had a subtly erotic feel to it.
What was the grandfather thinking when he designed this outfit? In short, it was a female office uniform that was very likely to boost the morale of male colleagues
. The status of women in the Japanese workplace is truly pitiful.

After getting dressed, I silently told myself, "I am Sakurai Haruka now... I am not
Iwanaga Haruto... I am Sakurai Haruka." The immense pressure that had been pressing down on me vanished instantly. This effect
was truly amazing no matter how many times I experienced it. Even the filthy desire to assault women
disappeared. After all, the Haruka I knew was a well-behaved and kind girl, not a beast like Haruto who was always thinking
about assaulting women!

After confirming that Kaede hadn't woken up, I quickly slung my bag over my shoulder and headed out onto the street. Compared to my timid demeanor the first time I
dressed as a , I was quite confident this time. After all
, I hadn't given myself away the first time, and I had practiced feminine etiquette last week. Now, my every move is
just like a real woman's, and even my mindset is becoming more and more feminine. Pretending to be cute or innocent is no problem at all.

I arrived at the company unscathed and reported to the HR department first. Because I was hired through special channels
, I didn't have to go through the normal selection and interview process, nor did I need a background check. Even though I lied about a non-
existent identity, I was still hired. Perhaps because Sakurai is my mother's family name, they assumed I was
a relative? Fortunately, the company still pays salaries in plastic bags, otherwise I wouldn't have been able to produce
a bank account.

I received my name tag, "Assistant's Office - Special Assistant Sakurai," and hung it around my neck. I
walked into the office with my head held high and chest out. None of my colleagues suspected anything. After all, it's not unusual for a new person to join the company . At most, they would whisper among themselves,
"Wow, where did this pretty kid come from?" Then he entered the assistant's office, casually picking up a large stack of official documents from the desk and flipping through them. As he browsed, he simultaneously drew upon his existing knowledge. He easily connected previously learned material with the documents, finding answers almost effortlessly. This special skill of Haruto's "Haruto Mode" was something Haruto had always envied . If Haruto replaced him in handling the work, his efficiency would definitely increase several times over. However, when he tried to write down his instructions, intending to imitate Haruto's handwriting, he suddenly couldn't remember how Haruto wrote. No matter how I tried, the handwriting always came out in Haruka's neat and cute style . It seemed that Haruka's handwriting was explicitly set and couldn't be changed at will . In the end, I had no choice but to print out the instructions, paste them on the official document, and then stamp them with Haruto's seal. Just then, there was a knock on the door, and Boruto came in. "Haruto... Huh? He's not here? Who are you, miss? What are you doing here?" "Yes, hello, President. I'm Sakurai, your special assistant! The manager asked me to start work today." "Sakurai...? That's strange. Didn't Haruto say he was going to bring Kaede in? Why the sudden change ?" "Uh... well... there's a very complicated reason..." I really didn't know how to explain it, and I'm dressed up as a girl . My heart is pounding so hard. If he finds out, I'll never be able to face anyone again. Please, please don't find out...! "Hey, hey, that guy isn't cheating on me with a mistress, is he? Sakurai-san, let me be honest with you , Haruto has a fiancée, don't be fooled by him!" Huh...? Although I wasn't recognized, being misunderstood like that was really making me both laugh and cry... "No, no! My relationship with the assistant isn't like that... By the way, isn't this considered sexual harassment?" "Hahaha~ Sorry, I was quite surprised . But I feel a sense of closeness to you, like we're not meeting for the first time, so I couldn't help but joke around~" Boruto laughed heartily as usual, casually and boldly. "Well, whatever, I'm not going to worry about Haruto's arrangements anyway. I'm leaving soon, as long as he's happy! Speaking of which... where's Haruto? He should know there's a routine Wednesday morning meeting later, right?" "Yes, the assistant manager isn't feeling well today and probably won't be coming to the office. I'll be giving the report on his behalf ." "Oh... okay, I understand. Thank you for your hard work. Please take care of the meeting preparations as well, thank you." Yeah, that's pretty much the status of women in the company. They go early to print documents, prepare microphones , tea, air conditioning, etc., and then serve tea . Women aren't allowed to be present at the beginning of the meeting, and even though I'm attending in Haruto's place today, I can only sit in the most inconspicuous corner seat. Those attending this Wednesday's morning meeting are all senior executives of the company, including some department heads and factory managers who have served three terms. Each of them started from the bottom and has a wealth of experience. Even Boruto, the acting president, has to show them respect. Every week, the company's operations are reviewed at this meeting, and solutions are proposed for any problems that arise . Attending this meeting is very helpful for me to understand the company's current situation. In this meeting, besides the topic where I was asked to report on my learning progress and business handover, they would frequently throw topics at me while discussing other issues, asking for my opinions. Therefore, I was always very nervous attending this meeting, constantly copying down the items and terms that needed to be investigated after the meeting, and constantly thinking about what to say if I were called on to discuss these topics. My understanding of practical matters was simply not deep enough, and my suggestions were mostly theoretical, like a student 's project report—full of flaws and unapplicable to actual business strategies. These older cadres were also very strict, pointing out my mistakes incisively and criticizing me mercilessly . In the end, I had to have my older brother smooth things over to salvage the situation. Although I know these veteran cadres are also...

He guided me with a mix of frustration and disappointment, wanting what was best for the company, but his strictness always made me
tremble with fear, making the entire meeting feel like sitting on pins and needles.

But today was different. I was dressed as a girl, sitting at the back, and no one even glanced at me
, treating me like air. They discussed their cases, never leaving any room for me. This situation
actually made me feel safe. My feminine attire acted like armor, protecting me. The surrounding
environment was a hail of bullets, but none flew towards me.

Women in companies have no voice; women don't need to think, they only need to obey men. Yes,
it's the same at work and at home. Men are the masters, and women are merely appendages to them.
Even someone as outstanding as Xiaoyao is no exception. In front of her destined master, she becomes an
obedient slave, needing no decision of her own, obeying his every command... without hesitation... without
struggle... just like the relaxed and at ease feeling she has now...

"The next topic will be reported by Assistant Manager Iwanaga Haruto."

The meeting emcee called my name, bringing me back to my senses. I think I was just spacing out for a while.
What was I thinking about? I can't remember. Oh well, I should focus on the report first.

"The Assistant is unwell today, and I, Sakurai Haruka, will report on his behalf."

As soon as I said this, a murmur arose from below, such as, "He's
absent from !" "Does he even have the awareness of being a successor?" "That's why we said he's still too green..."
Discontented voices rang out, but when Boruto clapped his hands twice, the scene immediately quieted down;
even the soft sound of someone writing with a pencil could be heard clearly.

"I'm sorry, on behalf of my younger brother, I apologize. He's been working really hard lately. Since he's ill
, let him rest properly. Please forgive him."

With the meeting chairperson saying this, some elders, though still showing dissatisfaction, stopped saying anything.

"Alright, Ms. Sakurai, please begin your report."

"Yes, the assistant's learning progress this week is..."

I recalled the professional knowledge I had learned and the discoveries I had made while reviewing documents,
quickly speaking fluently. I said as much as I had learned, without exaggerating or
being overly humble, and explained things clearly and logically. Because I spoke much better than the previous two times, I really
felt like I was on the right track. Even the senior cadres who had seemed a little unhappy at first nodded silently.

"...This report is complete. Please provide your feedback."

"Alright, does anyone have any comments on Ms. Sakurai's explanation?"

After a moment of silence, everyone simply applauded in approval, offering
words of encouragement like "Keep it up!" This was a far cry from the previous situation where I would be subjected to a round of criticism after each report.
I wondered if they were genuinely satisfied or just didn't want to be too harsh on a woman.

On another note, no one actually recognized me as Haruto, and probably no one would have imagined that
I would be so audacious as to impersonate a woman at a high-level company meeting. I can only say that makeup and clothing have a huge impact on the impression
a person gives. My face shape and physique are also just right for it. I never thought
that I would look prettier than a real woman when I dressed up. Even Boruto couldn't recognize me. When I
see myself in front of the mirror, I always wonder if God made a mistake and gave me the wrong gender...

Anyway, after I finished my report, they continued to discuss other cases, and I was left out.
But because I was always busy copying things down or thinking about how to answer questions during meetings, I
couldn't fully understand and think through the whole story of a case. In other words, I couldn't see the forest for the trees.
Now that I don't need to worry about those trivial things, I can better digest and understand what they're discussing from a macro perspective
. Combined with some knowledge I've learned before, I find that I can actually understand some of the content. If I
continue to participate in meetings using the "Little Haruka" mode, I'm afraid I'll learn more and better than when the real Boruto appears in person.

In addition, I've observed that Boruto truly possesses the qualities and magnanimity of a leader. Regardless of his academic background, he has
outstanding decisiveness, mediation skills, and charisma. He's very good at uniting his subordinates under a consensus to work together. Even if
there are several opposing opinions arguing endlessly, once Boruto makes a decision, everyone puts aside their differences and follows him
. When my brother makes a mistake, he doesn't stubbornly refuse to admit it; he can discern right from wrong and correct course, so
his subordinates are also outspoken and willing to speak their minds, greatly reducing the chance of decision-making errors.

In terms of leadership ability, Haruto is far inferior. His indecisive and
soft-hearted makes him unsuitable for the presidency. Such a person can only maintain the status quo, not create something new. Even with
Haruto's approach, I'm not confident I can win, let alone succeed him as president
. Logically and emotionally, it would be best to ask Boruto to stay and lead the company, but my father is so
stubborn, and my brother has stated he has no intention of staying. In the end, am I just a victim of this father-son argument?

Regardless, the current situation remains unresolved, and the handover process must continue. From that day on, I began
operating within the company under the pseudonym "Xiao Yao." Besides office work and meetings, I also actively engaged with frontline employees to
prepare for my end-of-term report.

At the end of my two-month term, during the eighth week's morning meeting, I was required to present my understanding of the company's current situation,
its operational difficulties and countermeasures, and specific goals regarding future vision and reform directions. Therefore, in addition to learning
, attending meetings, and reviewing documents, I felt I needed to hear the voices of frontline employees. From their own perspectives
, what bottlenecks did the company face? What changes did they expect in the future?
Was there any support needed for their respective business areas?

I had previously tried to reach out to lower-level employees, but everyone seemed to have some strange
reservations about the assistant manager. Some were deliberately ingratiating, offering obsequious flattery; some were so nervous they couldn't even
speak properly; and others completely ignored me. After several days of trying, I hadn't gathered
any worthwhile opinions, which left me quite perplexed.

But things were different with Xiaoyao. Everyone was incredibly friendly and enthusiastic towards her. Once she
started , she was completely open and honest, sharing everything she knew and couldn't say. After all, cute girls
are popular everywhere—it's a universal truth—and I collected a lot of useful advice.

I also encountered people who spoke ill of Chunren behind her back, and some even sympathetically told me, "Be that person's..."
"You've really worked hard, assistant!" and "Is he pushing all the trouble onto you?"
I know that the senior management is divided into two factions, but it seems that the lower-level staff almost unanimously support Boruto
. If I really want to become the president, I'll have to work harder to win over the lower-level staff.

As for Kaede, although she is willing to forgive me emotionally, her psychological trauma seems difficult to heal. She often wakes up from nightmares at
night , probably more than three times a night, secretly shedding
tears. Her attitude towards sex has changed from just not particularly interested to strong aversion. She likes to wear loose
or thick clothes to hide her body curves, showing some post-traumatic stress symptoms.

Because Xiaofeng herself said that these behaviors were not her own choice and that she couldn't control them, she felt
unsure of what to do. I originally wanted to discuss it with Mr. Henry, but he seemed to be staying in Kyoto this week on
a pilgrimage to ancient temples and wouldn't be back until next week, so I had to put it on hold for now.

The third week after returning home was a week I don't know how to describe. At work, I started
working under a false identity at the company, but surprisingly, it didn't feel bad. As for family matters, Xiaofeng
suffered psychological trauma due to the inexplicable violence against her, and that should be the priority to deal with next.

Scene 1 of the fourth playthrough (Henry's House) ------------------------------

On the first day of the fourth week, I took Xiaofeng to visit Mr. Henry's house, saying that I could use
the effect of self-suggestion to eliminate Xiaofeng's psychological trauma. Xiaofeng was not very credulous at first, but after my strong persuasion,
she was willing to give it a try. After all, I have been there, and the power of self-suggestion is like magic. Having
experienced it firsthand, I can guarantee that it can heal psychological trauma, so it is not surprising.

Mr. Henry had also prepared some simple props. He held a pocket watch and swung it back and forth in front of her eyes.
Xiaofeng hadn't been sleeping well for the past few days and was mentally exhausted. In less than a minute, her eyes became
glazed over. Mr. Henry gently nudged her forehead, and she closed her eyes weakly and collapsed
onto the sofa.

Mr. Henry seemed quite adept at this. Not only Xiaofeng, but even I, watching from the side, felt
a little dizzy. Mr. Henry continued to swing the pocket watch, holding it up in front of me, easily robbing
me of my ability to think.

"Mr. Haruto, I need Haruka's help with this. Please change into Haruka's outfit first."

...

...

When I regained consciousness, I was watching a video playing on the screen in front of me. It was
a video of a girl named Sakurai Haruka being disciplined by her master. Haruka was sitting naked on a simple hospital bed
, showing her fair and flawless back and thighs to the camera, hugging a large pillow to cover her
regrettable breasts.

Standing behind her was her master, Mr. Henry, who held a discipline whip
high in his hand. Haruka looked up at her master with an expression that was not one of fear, but rather one full of expectation.
His Highness lashed down with the whip, the crisp sound of it striking her bare back clearly coming through the earpiece.
At the same time, Xiaoyao let out a groan of pleasure, not a scream.

"Ahhh…!"

As if the whipping by His Highness brought her great pleasure, she let out a slightly trembling, coquettish gasp
. The tears welling in her eyes weren't from pain, but purely from the awakening of the pleasure of being a masochistic slave
. When I saw my reflection in the image, I felt a tingling current surge through my body, and the intense
excitement caused my penis to instantly become erect beneath my skirt.

[Setting 5: Xiaoyao is a girl with masochistic tendencies who loves being severely disciplined by her master.] When

I understood the words in my head, and saw the whip raised high again, my heart
was filled with anticipation. The whip lashed down again, striking my back. At the same time,
the same soft moans escaped from my ears and my mouth. His Highness continued to whip Yao in the scene,
the fine welts left on her bare back and thighs like marks of pleasure. Her originally fair body was tinged with a light
cherry blossom color, like a woman in heat. The burning pain, along with the perverse pleasure, pierced my mind. My numb body could no longer bear
any more pleasure, but my heart still greedily craved more torture.

"Ah... Your Highness... Please... Please do this too... Ah... Ooh...!"

In the end, Xiaoyao lay down on her stomach, hugging the pillow, her buttocks raised high. When her master lashed out with his whip
, the accumulated pleasure inside her overflowed like a burst dam. Her erect penis
twitched unsightly ejaculated a large amount of semen. Seeing that scene, I couldn't help but arch my back and ejaculate as well.
The warm semen stained the women's underwear I was wearing, leaving my crotch sticky. It felt like a girl
squirting during orgasm. I was immersed in that illusion for a long time and couldn't come back to my senses until my master walked
up to me and took off my headphones. Only then did my consciousness slowly return to reality.

"How is it? Do you feel happy being trained by your master like this?"

"Yes... I feel very happy being trained by Your Highness... Please pamper me more...!"

I seemed to finally understand my position and obediently responded. My worship and infatuation with Your Highness
welled up from the bottom of my heart. I was very happy to be treated as a slave by this person.

"Hehe... Xiaoyao is a good woman. Then, just like usual, show me your loyalty."

My master put a finger in my mouth, and I naturally licked and sucked it, imagining myself
sucking on my master's penis. I shook my head back and forth, enjoying my master's finger. As
a sex slave, performing oral sex for my master is a way of showing loyalty. Actually, I should have
taken out my master's penis to do it, but because I haven't fully become myself yet and am currently
sharing , I haven't fully gained my master's approval. My master said that when I become fully realized
, he will let me use his penis to do it.

Although His Highness hasn't acknowledged me yet, I've still diligently
conveyed my willingness to become his possession through my actions of service. In this process, I feel myself
becoming more and more relaxed… more and more compliant… Mr. Henry is my destined master…
I will willingly obey any of his commands… dedicate everything to him…

"Alright, Haruka, I have something for you to do. You must teach Ichinose Kaede what womanly pleasure is."
"Train her to be your sex slave, understand?"

"Yes... I will train Xiaofeng... to be my slave..."

"Very good, go!"

Following my master's orders, I entered the inner bedroom. What I saw there was not a typical bedroom;
the entire room resembled a hospital operating room. Xiaofeng lay naked on the hospital bed in the center of the room
, wearing a brainwave-reading device on her head. She appeared dazed, expressionless, her eyes unfocused,
staring at the ceiling. She didn't even react when I approached her.

I was about to begin training her. I felt no hesitation... no struggle...
because I was just an obedient slave. I didn't need to think; I only needed to obey orders.

First, I picked up a tube of ointment from the shelf next to me. This was an aphrodisiac that could turn even frigid women into
sluts . When applied to a woman's erogenous zones, it would bring insane pleasure during sex. I
carefully applied the clear ointment inside Xiaofeng's vagina, then applied a little to her nipples, and gently pinched them
between two fingers .

Xiaofeng reacted immediately; her nipples became engorged and hard, and her breathing became increasingly rapid. On
the monitor, I could see her gamma waves, representing pleasure, beginning to rise and fall. With my continued teasing, her secret
flower valley slowly began to secrete nectar.

Estimating that she was wet enough, I picked up the electric vibrator from the bedside and inserted it into Xiaofeng's vagina,
slowly thrusting it in and out. Xiaofeng's panting gradually turned into moans, and the amplitude of her brainwaves increased significantly. With
the frequency of the thrusting, her vagina contracted violently, constantly sucking the dildo deeper,
making it difficult to pull it out.

"Ah... um... ha... ah...!"

Xiaofeng let out soft and pleasant moans, her body convulsing under the thrusting of the dildo, her head shaking
weakly , and her vaginal fluids gushed out in waves as if she had lost control of her bladder,
instantly filling the entire room with a slightly fishy and pungent smell.

After reaching climax, under deep hypnosis, her body will remember the pleasure,
increasing and weakening her resistance to pleasure. But that's not enough. To become a good slave,
she must be able to enjoy whether treated gently or roughly by her master.
It's not enough to be so fragile just because Haruto forced himself on her; this must be corrected.

So I picked up the leather whip by the bed. This whip was designed specifically for disciplining women. It could inflict
moderate pain without damaging the skin. No matter how hard you hit, it wouldn't tear the skin; at most, it would leave fine
welts that would heal within a day with ointment. I raised the leather whip high and lashed it mercilessly at Xiaofeng,
who was still immersed in the afterglow of her orgasm. As expected, Xiaofeng
let out a pitiful scream, and the brainwave device showed a large amplitude of alpha waves, representing pain.

But at the same time, the electric vibrator inserted into Xiaofeng's lower body also started vibrating. This device
would automatically vibrate as long as it detected alpha waves, forcing Xiaofeng to let out a comfortable moan. The device
showed a gamma wave of the same amplitude following the alpha wave. Caught between pain and pleasure
, her expression seemed somewhat confused.

I gave her no chance to explain, and another lash came down. Xiaofeng let out another painful whimper, while
simultaneously experiencing pleasure from the vibrator. Her expression became even more confused. The lashes continued, one after another
, the intervals between the alpha waves and gamma waves becoming shorter and shorter, almost overlapping, indicating that
pain and pleasure occurred almost simultaneously; pain immediately triggered pleasure.

This is somewhat similar to an experiment on animal control, such as feeding a mouse after each bell rings.
After a while, the mouse will involuntarily salivate whenever it hears the bell, even without being fed.
Now that Xiaofeng is under deep hypnosis, it's even easier for her to store the control conditions in her subconscious.

As I continued whipping, perhaps her body had become numb to the pain, the amplitude of the alpha waves gradually
decreased, and only noticeable gamma waves appeared when I struck. This brought us to the final stage. I
removed the vibrator from her vagina and whipped her again. This time, even without the pleasure from the vibrator
, she still let out a seductive panting sound, her face showing no sign of pain.

I think my master must have trained me in the same way before; my body seemed to remember the feeling.
Now, I'm doing this to Xiaofeng myself, and I feel a surge of excitement.

Next, it's time to wake Xiaofeng up. The master has given Xiaofeng a hint so that she
will recognize both Haruto and Xiaoyao as the same person. Even if she dresses up as a woman in front of Xiaofeng, she won't
feel any difference from the original Haruto. Then I can freely use Xiaoyao mode to study at home.

I put away the brainwave device, pressed the radio on the bedside table, and light music flowed in the room. Hearing the
music, Xiaofeng's eyes focused. She blinked and woke up,
sitting up .

"Hmm... Chun-kun? Where am I? How come... oh... where are my clothes?"

She then realized she was naked, so she awkwardly covered her chest with her hands and shrank back. Then
she noticed that her body was covered with whip marks, and her eyes welled up with tears as she looked scared.

"It's okay, Kaede, you're undergoing treatment now, to heal your psychological trauma..."

"Huh? But this... I feel like...?"

"Don't worry, leave it to me, let's check the treatment's effectiveness."

I comforted her, sat down next to her, put my arm around her shoulder, and placed my other hand on her thigh,
gently tracing back and forth along one of the longer whip marks with my fingers.

"Ah...?"

This should have caused a stinging pain, but right now, the pain only brought Xiaofeng pleasure. I was just
stroking the whip marks on her thighs when I saw Xiaofeng's vagina twitch and start to leak fluid. She herself
sensed that something was wrong and made a confused sound.

"Hmm... Chun-kun... this... ahh... something's not right... something's weird... ah..."

"There's nothing weird about it. Xiaofeng is just a lewd masochist, a horny
bitch who gets pleasure from being abused by men."

"Hmm... ahh... no... pleasure... sob... no..."

Even though she denied it, it seemed that she would get pleasure just from being verbally humiliated by me.
I started to feel dizzy. I went a step further and placed my hand, which was around her shoulder, on Xiaofeng's round, large breasts,
pinching and kneading them as if I were milking them. Each time I pinched hard, Feng's body would tremble and twist slightly, and she couldn't help
but let out a joyful moan.

"Ah... um... I can't do that anymore... oh... if you do that... I'll become weird... ahh..."

"It's not weird. Xiaofeng is the cutest like this. It feels good to be treated so roughly, doesn't it?"

I questioned as I pinched her erect nipple and lifted it upwards. Xiaofeng let out a soft,
desperate cry, her body trembling as if she had been electrocuted, and her vagina once again gushed out a stream of honey-like fluid.

"So good... Ahh... This feels so good... Chun-kun... Chun-kun... Do it for me again..."

After her climax, Xiao-feng became delirious, murmuring to me like a dream, asking for my help.

"Is that so? It's good to be more honest. Think back to when Haruto forced himself on you before. How did it
feel? Think about it carefully."

"Ah... being forced on by Haru-kun... felt so good... ah... everything felt so good..."

"Well said. I'll give you a reward. From now on, I will give the lewd Kaede a reward every day."

"Ah... yes... please give the lewd Kaede a reward... oh... my nipples feel so good... I'm coming... ahh...!"

After being brought to orgasm again, Kaede completely lost herself in a daze. Then, His Highness walked in
and dangled his pocket watch in front of her eyes, swaying it from side to side. Kaede closed her eyes and fell asleep again.

"Hehe... Well done, as expected of my little Yao."

His Highness gently stroked my head with his hand, and just that made me feel incredibly happy.
Ah... I'd obey anything His Highness commanded, no matter what.

Then His Highness dangled the pocket watch in front of my eyes, and as I looked at it, my thoughts
were gradually overwhelmed by sleepiness.

"After we get back, you'll continue to train her, fucking her until she's in ecstasy every day, making her completely
a prisoner of your penis. In return, I'll give you the same treatment in my dreams, hehe... You two
will both fall into depravity..." (

Fifth playthrough scene 1 @ Home) ------------------------------

Ten days later, because of the hypnotic suggestion, even when Feng saw me wearing... I didn't mind wearing women's clothing
, so from that day on, whether at the company or at home, I
dressed up as Haruka almost all day long. Over time, the personality traits that Mr. Henry had initially set out gradually emerged
, and I added my own ideal female image. As Haruka's personality became richer and more
complete, she became more and more like a living person, as if she had her own soul, and not just a
fictional character.

Sometimes when I do something, I suddenly become a little confused about whether it is my own will
or Haruka's own idea. It feels like Haruka also has her own set of values. I am not simply role-
playing, but rather like I have a split personality. After entering Haruka mode, my thoughts and stances become unlike
Haruka's, as if I have handed over control of my body.

That kind of subtle experience is really hard to describe in words. To give a simple example, when I was dressed
as Yao and showing Mr. Henry around the pharmaceutical factory's production line, I saw Mr. Henry
chatting happily with a female employee, and I actually felt secretly jealous. I pulled him away under some pretext. I'm pretty sure this is
something Haruto wouldn't do, but at that moment I didn't even feel a little uncomfortable; I was just focused on being jealous.

Another example is when Mr. Henry instructed Yao to develop Kaede's body, I also felt
that sense of mission. Although I felt excited during the process, I kept wondering if this was really
what I wanted to do? Or was I actually condoning Yao to do what she wanted to do? Could my will still
control Yao's actions? I felt increasingly confused, with
a terrifying sense that my existence was being gradually eroded, and I began to doubt whether I could continue like this.

However, Mr. Henry said it was just the effect of self-suggestion. Because when I dressed as a woman, I kept convincing
myself that I wasn't Haruto, and with that conviction in my heart, I actually identified myself as
someone else . But this wouldn't have any side effects or affect my true personality; I could
completely reclaim myself as long as I removed the makeup. Although there was no basis for this, I inexplicably felt that Mr. Henry was trustworthy
, and after hearing him say that, my doubts disappeared.

On the other hand, I really can't shake my dependence on Haruka's mode. That relaxed, carefree,
and bright state of mind is just so comfortable. After getting used to it, I can't bear
the heavy and tired feeling when I change back into men's clothing. I can't even last a morning and have to revert to Haruka's attire.
Besides, Haruka's abilities are too strong. She can handle both studying and working perfectly. If Haruto were to
do those things, there would be no way she could finish them all.

So I only occasionally show up at the company in Haruto's form to avoid people saying that the assistant manager is always
nowhere to be seen. But I don't stay for too long. I always use various excuses such as business trips, health, or family reasons to cover it up
, and then I change back into Haruka's appearance to handle official business. But I did everything I was supposed to do properly.
I never delayed reviewing documents, and my learning and reporting progress were ahead of schedule. With Boruto's help to cover for me, there
was no noise.

Then, in my spare time, I would stay at home and train Xiaofeng, constantly violating her with my penis
, making her orgasm at least five times a day. Sometimes I would do it gently, sometimes I would do it roughly, depending on
my mood that day, but no matter what method I used, I could make her addicted to pleasure.

In just ten days, Xiaofeng became completely obsessed with my penis. She, who was originally not interested in sex,
became unable to resist her sexual desire and would take the initiative to ask me for love every day. Now she was kneeling in front of me, intoxicated
by penis, sucking on it with relish as if she were eating a delicious popsicle. She was wearing
the sexy sheer lingerie I bought her, with only a barely visible strip of sheer fabric around her breasts and genitals, practically
making her completely naked. The fabric clearly showed two pink nipples, and her genitals,
soaked , were also transparent.

Xiaofeng was performing a ritual of loyalty to her master as a sex slave, begging for more affection from this organ that
brought pleasure, offering her body to please her master. This wasn't...
Any man could do this, but only a man who has conquered, deeply loves, and obeys his master
would willingly and wholeheartedly perform such behavior, like a pet affectionately cuddling its owner.

I brushed aside her long hair and gently stroked her earlobe. Xiaofeng let out
a soft, lustful nasal sound, her gaze towards me filled with an unusual passion, her inner thighs already glistening with moisture
. After being trained, Xiaofeng's body had become increasingly wanton, with erogenous zones everywhere, making it
easier and easier to bring her to pleasure. I had originally thought her body wasn't prone to arousal, but it seems that was a misunderstanding.

Xiaofeng wasn't actually a woman without sexual desire; she simply hadn't been properly developed and therefore
didn't understand that intoxicating pleasure. Every woman harbors a longing to be loved by her master
, but most never encounter their destined master in their lifetime, so that
part of them remains dormant. Once that pleasure is awakened by a master, there's no going back;
any woman will become a wanton and submissive slave, just like Xiaofeng is now.

Having been given a suggestive gesture, Xiaofeng paid no attention to my female attire. She rolled up my skirt and diligently
served my penis. After I praised her by stroking her cheeks and earlobes, Xiaofeng worked even harder,
swallowing my penis deep into her throat. A subtle pressure enveloped the glans, and I couldn't help but ejaculate. Xiaofeng
swallowed it all.

"Ah... Your Highness... Please give the obedient Xiaofeng a generous reward today..."

Xiaofeng's eyes were languid, her cheeks flushed, and her cherry-like lips exhaled hot breath. She was completely in
a state of arousal. I laid her on the bed, untied the ribbon of her sheer panties, and her alluring vulva was revealed
. Feng's labia weren't thick; her pubic area was a beautiful line of vulva. Parting the entrance, the inside was a delicate
pink, glistening with clear nectar, and exuding a strong sweet and sour aroma.

What should I do today? After thinking for a moment, I realized I wanted to be treated gently by His Highness, so I
needed to be gentle with Feng as well. I first inserted my fingers into Feng's vagina, finding her most vulnerable
spot, and then gently teased it with my bent fingers. This caused Feng to writhe on
the bed After about a minute, she reached her first orgasm.

"Ah... Xiaofeng wants a penis... Please put Your Highness's magnificent penis inside... Please..."

Far from being satisfied after her orgasm, she seemed even more aroused. From a slave's
perspective , what she wanted most was undoubtedly Her Highness's penis, which I understood. However
, if I inserted it right away, I didn't know if I could hold out until her fifth orgasm. Xiaofeng's vagina was
so powerfully squeezing out semen; I felt like I might ejaculate if I wasn't careful. A man's body can't ejaculate more than a few times a day,
unlike a woman who can keep orgasming just by being teased by Her Highness...

But since Xiaofeng was begging so desperately, it would be too pitiful not to give it to her...

"Ah... Master's penis is inside... Ooh... So thick... Ah... I'm coming... I'm sorry... I'm already
coming... Ahhh...!"

As always, she came as soon as I inserted it. Because it's always like this, I was mentally prepared.
When the tender vaginal walls contracted and wrapped around my penis, I held my breath and endured the strong suction. This is
really bad. Or should I say that Haruto's penis is too useless?

Her vagina is very sensitive after reaching orgasm. If there is still energy left, I should continue to pursue. I leaned down and
hugged Xiaofeng tightly, pressing our lower bodies together even more closely. I could feel that I had penetrated to the deepest part of Xiaofeng. Her
vagina is not very deep. In some positions, it is possible to penetrate all the way in. Xiaofeng also likes to do this.

"It's hitting the spot... Ouch... Baby's room is being hit... It feels so good... Ahh... It's coming again... Ahhh...!"

As I rubbed the head of my penis against the bottom of her vagina, Xiaofeng reached her third orgasm. My penis was once again gripped tightly by her
sticky little hole, almost being sucked out. I finally managed to hold back and wanted to pull out to rest
, but Xiaofeng hugged me back and started twisting her waist.

"Ugh... Xiaofeng... wait a minute..."

"Ah...don't pull out...hot semen...shoot it inside..."

Completely lost in a state of ecstasy, Xiaofeng couldn't hear me anymore. I had no choice but to lower
my head and take her breast into my mouth, swirling my tongue around her nipple. She immediately became paralyzed,
unable to move. I took the opportunity to pull out my penis and let it throb. It was pulsating, I almost ejaculated.
This penis was really...so much weaker than His Highness's strong penis...

Xiaofeng's body also possesses a very lewd nature, perhaps one day... It's not necessarily true that Chunren's penis won't be enough to satisfy her
. As I thought this, I continued to play with Xiaofeng's breasts. Xiaofeng's huge breasts were so
feminine it was truly enviable... Thinking about how I was still wearing fake breasts made me feel both regretful and pathetic...

Those soft, huge breasts were not only very attractive but also very sensitive. As Xiaofeng's
breasts were repeatedly sucked from side to side, and her nipples were teased with her tongue and fingers, her body's reaction gradually became more and more intense. She let out sweet
moans and trembled as she reached her fourth orgasm. Xiaofeng, who could orgasm just from her nipples, was really too erotic.

Then came the final sprint. As soon as my slightly restored stamina entered her, I felt her vagina
desperately craving me from all sides. I no longer hesitated and began thrusting violently like a special forces soldier. I
felt numbness in my waist, and it wouldn't be surprising if I ejaculated at any moment. Anyway, as long as I
ejaculated inside Xiaofeng, she would definitely have an orgasm, so it didn't matter if I ejaculated first.

After a struggle, Haruto's penis indeed gave in first, which was not surprising at all
. After being showered with the semen she had been longing for, Xiaofeng screamed and reached orgasm, just as I had planned
. After ejaculating, I felt completely drained. I lay there on Xiaofeng, who lovingly embraced
me and gently stroked my back. The softness and warmth of her body felt wonderful, and sleepiness quickly
washed over me. My task for the day was complete; now it was time to go to the dream world to collect my reward!

...

...

I woke up in the same room. The heavy weight on my chest told me I was in
a dream world. In this dream, I had a real woman's body, without any disguise. Silky,
flowing long hair, soft, rounded breasts, fair and smooth skin, and doll-like, exquisite features.
A flawless beauty, like a fairy descended from heaven—this is the real Haruka Sakurai, born a woman.

Moving in this body in the dream world creates a subtly disorienting feeling. In the real world
, it feels like Haruka's soul is attached to Haruto's body, acting together; here, it's the opposite—
Haruto's soul is attached to Haruka's body, acting together.

Because I have this dream every day, I'm gradually losing sight of which is the real me. Originally, I thought
Haruto's world was reality, but perhaps that's Haruka's dream? I feel
Haruka is a fictional character, but maybe Haruto is the fictional one? The line between reality and fiction becomes
blurred and ambiguous, seemingly easily reversed.

"Come, Xiaoyao, come to me."

Hearing my master, Mr. Henry, call me, I obediently knelt before him.
First and foremost, as a slave, I offered my loyalty to my master. Every dream begins here. In my dreams, I
am approved by my master, so I am honored to serve his penis directly.

I respectfully pulled out my master's dark and strong penis from his trousers. My master's thing is much more
magnificent , thicker, longer, and more enduring, exuding a strong masculine scent. You can tell at a glance that it is
something that can make women cry. Just looking at it makes my body hot.

This penis, which penetrates my vagina in my dreams every day, brings me several orgasms, making me
addicted to female pleasure, transforming me from an innocent girl into a happy young woman. My master's
penis tastes incredibly delicious, irresistible. Feeling its hardness and heat, my vagina involuntarily
leaks honey-like fluid.

My master brushed my hair aside and gently stroked my earlobe as if to praise me. Instantly, my heart was filled
with a sweet sense of happiness, and I only wished I could do more for my master. Driven by impulse, I took
the penis into my throat. The thick, hard penis poked into my mucous membrane, causing a pain and
a feeling of suffocation and gagging, but even that pain seemed to transform into pleasure. I felt the honey-like fluid overflowing from my lower body flowing down my
inner .

Under my diligent service, my master's magnificent penis throbbed and ejaculated thick semen.
I swallowed every last drop, and then, as if still unsatisfied, I carefully cleaned his penis.
Because the semen, my uterus ached, and I longed to become one with him as soon as possible.

"Your Highness... I've properly trained Xiaofeng today... Please give me the reward I promised..."

So my master made me lie on the bed, unbuttoned my sexy nightgown, revealing my naked body
. He looked down at my body with a possessive gaze. Being looked at with such intense eyes by my master
made me feel both shy and incredibly happy.

In reality, I've always felt inferior about my body. My flat, unfeminine figure,
coupled with an ugly penis, and the artificial female body created by props—I even question whether
the version of me can truly be considered a woman. Would my master really accept someone like me
? I've always lacked confidence.

Although my master knows my true situation, he still treats me like a woman, for which I'm
very grateful. But it's undeniable that my body has flaws. In my dreams, I have a real
female body, able to please my master and accept the pleasure he brings. This is
the true Haruto mode I've always dreamed of, and I so wish it could come true in reality.

Just like now, my master is using his fingers to tease my sensitive spot. This kind of pleasure is something I
can't . A girl's aroused vagina is even more sensitive than a man's penis after ejaculation. Being teased on my G-
spot like this, the pleasure that goes straight to my bones makes me want to run away, but I also crave to feel more. These two contradictory
thoughts are intertwined in my mind, leaving me helplessly twisting my body on the bed, my mind gradually going
blank. Just having my master's fingers teasing my vagina brought me to my first orgasm.

A woman's orgasm feels several times more intense than a man's ejaculation. The copious amount of vaginal fluid from her squirting splattered all over the bed
. If you are given such intense pleasure every day, it's not
surprising I completely understand why Xiaofeng became like that within ten days.

After the climax, the emptiness deep inside my vagina became even stronger. As expected from a slave's perspective
, without the master's penis penetrating me, I couldn't suppress this instinctive female desire.

"Master... Xiaoyao's vagina feels so uncomfortable... Please fill it up with your penis..."

Hearing my request, the master pressed me down, and his strong penis thrust in. The moment it entered, I
felt like my brain had turned into a mess. Because I had finally gotten the thick, hard penis I had always wanted, my vagina
involuntarily contracted and wrapped around it. The feeling of my tender, sensitive flesh being rubbed back and forth made my soul fly away. My body
convulsed weakly with that pleasure. Only after I came to my senses did I realize that I had just climaxed.

"Hehe... You came as soon as it was inserted today too? Do you like dicks that much?"

Even though my master was teasing me, I was so overwhelmed with pleasure that I couldn't speak. I could
only moan as he penetrated me. He didn't give me a moment to catch my breath and continued to
thrust into me like a pile driver, one stroke after another until he reached the very bottom. His penis was thick and long, and even without any special positions, it could always
reach my cervix. Every time he was thrust deep inside, a morbid pleasure would surge out.
My vagina, which had just climaxed, couldn't withstand such intense stimulation. My mind was spinning. Although I wanted to prolong the time
I spent , I couldn't hold on for more than a few strokes before I climaxed for the third time.

I was already completely lost in the throes of passion from my master's ministrations, unconsciously twisting my waist in pursuit of more
pleasure. But my master didn't back down. He continued to thrust into my vagina with ample rhythm, kissing my breasts. My master was truly exceptional, completely different
from Haruto's useless, virgin-level penis! "Hoo hoo... Haruhi, I want you to be mine!" My master was so skilled. Every place he touched felt so good—my breasts... my vagina ... every erogenous zone on my body felt so good just from his kisses and caresses! I was about to be conquered by my master , to become his possession, my body... my heart... everything belonged to him. "Ah... Master... I love it the most... Please let me be your possession...!"

My whole body felt weightless and light, and I reached my fourth climax.

By this time, my consciousness was a little hazy. My master had easily brought me to four consecutive climaxes,
unlike the arduous struggle Haruto had with Kaede. My admiration for my master deepened. I thought
my feelings for my master had reached their peak, but each time I was brought to orgasm by his penis in my dreams, my
love for him swelled even more, as if it had no end. This process would surely not stop until my mind was filled only with thoughts of
my master , until he became the only one in my life.

My master is so strong and reliable, completely in control. As a woman, my instincts kicked in,
and I couldn't want to leave an heir for this powerful man. My uterus throbbed with desire for his thick semen
, and my legs clamped tightly around his waist. My entire vagina spasmed and contracted, wanting his
sperm, wanting to bear his child… My body yielded to this instinct, unconsciously squeezing his penis.

As if sensing my thoughts, my master let out a low growl and poured his warm semen inside me.
As I felt my uterus stained with his color, I reached my fifth orgasm. Ah... In that
case, Xiaoyao's uterus also belongs to the master...

"Alright, that's all for today. Do your best to work hard for me tomorrow too."

Yes, in order to gain the master's favor, Xiaoyao will definitely do her best to complete the tasks assigned by the master. Immersed
in the blissful afterglow of climax, my hazy consciousness gradually melted into darkness (

Scene 1 of the eighth playthrough) ------------------------------

"Waaah... Master... I can't take it anymore... Your penis... Please give me your penis... I'm willing to do anything
for you... Please..."

"Hehe... You can climax even without a penis, and this toy will bring you to orgasm in no time..."

Even though I was crying and begging like this, my master still refused to put his penis in. He just fiddled with the remote control in his hand
, and the vibrating egg toy inserted in my vagina started vibrating again. The tingling pleasure made me feel like
my lower body was melting.

"No... Ahhh... Not this... Ugh... It won't work if it's not a penis..."

The intense pleasure was making me almost cry. My master had already made
me orgasm four times with this toy, but after each orgasm, the emptiness in my vagina only grew stronger. I wanted to be
filled to the brim with a penis, and all I could think about was it. If this continued, I would break down...

"Oh, how about this? You've already orgasmed four times today, only one more time left. If you can
hold on to this, I'll make you orgasm with my penis for the fifth time~"

My master gave a mischievous grin, turned the remote control to its highest setting, and the vibrating egg in my vagina
started vibrating rapidly. This is ridiculous... It's impossible to hold on like this... If my sensitive, aroused vagina is being tormented like this
...

"Aaaaaah...no...this...ah...stop...ah...I'm coming...ahhh...!"

I screamed and jumped out of bed, knowing from my body that I was back in the real world.
Even though this body didn't have female genitalia, the emptiness from the dream, the longing to be filled,
still lingered. In the end, the master still hadn't inserted his penis in the dream, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of loss.

"Ugh...Master...this...ah...can you turn this off?"

I heard Xiaofeng speak to me from the side. I turned around and saw her with teary eyes.
The vibrating was still buzzing incessantly, and her love juice was dripping exaggeratedly all over the floor. I realized I'd forgotten to turn it off before
falling asleep . Looking at the time, I'd slept for about two hours.
Had she been putting up with the vibrating toy the whole time? I quickly turned it off, and she
slumped down as if she'd breathed a sigh of relief.

I could pretty much guess what happened. Without my permission, she didn't dare turn
it off or take the toy out, nor did she dare wake me from my sleep. She just stood there with the toy inside, waiting for
me to wake up—she was so silly, I didn't even know how to describe it.

Xiaofeng, who used to be independent and caring, has undergone
a complete personality change after a month of "training." She's now extremely dependent on me, like a clingy puppy who's afraid of loneliness.
She no longer makes decisions on her own, big or small; she always needs my opinion before acting. If I tell
her to go east, she won't go west—she's become obedient to an excessive degree.

She treats herself as my possession, living entirely for me. It really worries me what she'll do if I disappear
one day . While she wouldn't be completely unable to take care of herself, she'd probably live like
a walking corpse, because she doesn't seek any life goals or interests of her own. Her
world revolves solely around me; she clings to me the moment I get home. Although I'm the one
who made her like this, I don't understand what Master intends for me to "train" Xiaofeng.

Seeing Xiaofeng's exhausted state, I didn't know what to say to her, so I just patted her head to comfort her.
After being patted on the head, her expression brightened again, just like a child.

"I'm sorry, you can turn it off yourself next time. Aren't you feeling uncomfortable now?"

"Um...it's okay...if Master could let me lick his penis...it would feel better..."

To add, the only requests Xiaofeng makes on her own now are basically related to courtship.

"Hmm...okay, whatever you want."

After getting my permission, Xiaofeng happily buried her head between my legs and started licking my penis.
Even though it could no longer get erect or ejaculate, she didn't seem to be able to tell the difference. She
just kept licking the pre-ejaculate from the tip with that same intoxicated expression.

Because I had been in the Haruto mode for more than a month, Haruto's presence had
become very faint. At the same time, I was increasingly longing for the real Haruto mode in my dream world. So
I used my position to obtain estrogen, progesterone, placental extract , and
other hormones that were not easy to obtain outside. I injected high doses of these drugs every day. After about a month, my body
underwent obvious changes.

The most obvious change is the atrophy of the penis and testicles, which are now about
the size they were when I was in elementary school. Sexual function has also completely disappeared. Although the atrophy has actually increased sensitivity, I still experience arousal.
At times, only a clear, odorless fluid comes out; there's no erection or ejaculation. So now I
can only rely on sex toys to continue training Xiaofeng, and in my dream world, my master treats me the same way
… In the last few days, I've started to feel sexually unsatisfied after waking up.

But Haruto's penis is no longer usable, which is unavoidable. Because those drugs,
besides promoting the physical development of adolescent girls, stimulating ovulation, and clearing the mammary glands, also inhibit
the effects of male hormones in the body, making male characteristics less prominent.

Besides the changes in the penis, the most obvious change is in the distribution of subcutaneous fat; the breasts, buttocks, and
thighs have become fuller, while other areas have become thinner. My breasts are currently between an A and a B cup, which
is quite amazing for a month. I no longer need to rely entirely on breast implants and can use bra pads and magic
bras to maintain their original shape. I must be sick to feel so proud of this...

Other changes include smoother and firmer skin, finer and sparser body hair, but
thicker and shinier hair. I've also grown my hair a little longer this month. My body odor has also changed
, from a salty and sour smell to a light, sweet vanilla milk scent, especially
after exercising and sweating or when I feel sexually aroused. Some people believe this is
the scent produced by female hormones.

The rest are some more subtle changes in my state of mind. My emotions fluctuate more, I'm
more sentimental, more prone to tears, more timid, and more talkative than before. I'm more
meticulous and have a greater fondness for collecting cute little things… that's about it. And also… these past few days
, thinking about Mr. Henry has started to make my heart flutter…

Just as I was lost in thought, my alarm clock rang, reminding me to go to the office.
I started preparing to leave, taking off my Xiaoyao outfit and reverting to my long-forgotten men's attire. The thick
suit jacket concealed the subtle changes in my body. Wearing men's clothes just felt so wrong;
I couldn't get used to this gloomy and depressed mood.

But today is a big day. It's my eighth morning meeting since I returned to Japan two months ago. I'll be
presenting the company's future operational blueprint, letting everyone assess my capabilities as the company's leader. If I'm
approved, there will be a formal job change, and I'll take over the reins. Then, Boruto will
leave the company with a flourish.

To be honest, I have absolutely no ambition or drive to become president.
I'm only taking this step because I don't want to disappoint my father's expectations. What will I do after becoming president?
I don't have a clear plan yet, so I'll just take it one step at a time for now...

"Waaah... Don't leave me behind... It's so lonely being home alone..."

Just as I was about to leave, Xiaofeng hugged my arm, looking very reluctant to part.
She has really changed a lot in the past month. Before, she would smile and watch me leave.

"Alright, alright, you little rascal, I'll be back in a morning. You have to stay home
and wait for me. If you're good, I'll give you lots of rewards."

"Mmm... It's a promise... Xiaofeng will stay home and wait for me... and come back early, okay...!"

I finally managed to coax her out of her tears and into a smile. I was about to be late for my meeting,
so The meeting room was grand. In addition to the usual Boruto and senior executives,
several of the company's more important shareholders were also there. Even some reporters from local tabloids were there, as well as some
grassroots . The serious atmosphere made it hard to stay calm. Although my father was unable to attend due to poor health
, the review results would likely reach him through a trusted confidant as soon as the meeting ended.

Despite feeling nervous, I remained confident. I couldn't afford to falter on such a stage. I had
prepared a comprehensive and visually appealing presentation, showcasing everything I had learned over the past two months.
The visual design was professional-grade, comparable to those of PR
firms specializing in business presentations. With the power of Xiaoyao's platform, all of this was a breeze.

I've outlined the company's short-, medium-, and long-term direction, including mergers and acquisitions of sales channels,
streamlining talent development and promotion pathways, and expanding into diversified business models. Based on
the professional knowledge I've gained during this period, the operational wisdom I've gleaned from meetings, and the various suggestions gathered from visits to the grassroots level, I've logically and systematically
compiled a set of strategies that can be applied to the actual operations of Iwanaga Pharmaceutical.

Since I've already made ample preparations, all I need to do is perform normally; thinking this way, I'm not
so nervous anymore.

"Meeting begins, Chairman's remarks!"

"Alright, everyone, thank you very much for taking the time to witness this
historic moment for our company. Shortly, the future president of Iwanaga Pharmaceutical, my younger brother Haruto, will explain
the company's new goals. I would also like to thank you all again for your support and love over the past year; it has been an honor
to fight alongside you all on this battlefield! I sincerely wish you all the best in the future." "Thank you for leading the company to such great success under Haruto's leadership
. Now, the stage is in Haruto's hands, please give him a round of applause!"

Boruto finished his measured opening remarks. Amidst the applause, I took
the microphone. Dozens of eyes were fixed on me expectantly. It was my first time being stared at like this on stage
, and my stomach started to churn again. Well, the presentation was quite well-done and even seemed
interesting; a positive start, I suppose.

"Okay, I'd like to offer some humble suggestions on potential directions for the company's future operations. Please feel free to offer your
guidance and feedback. Now, please look at the first page of the presentation…"

Hmm… this first page… wait… where should I even begin? Although I knew the main concepts and key points of
the presentation , I felt unsure how to begin, and my mind was a bit foggy.
Presenting isn't like reading a textbook; it doesn't simply print out every word. It requires
the speaker's vivid explanations to connect the charts and slogans into a coherent argument. If the speaker
says nothing, the audience can't possibly understand the presentation's message
on their own, rendering even the most elaborate presentation worthless. The speaker is the crucial element, the "eye" that brings the presentation to life.

Theoretically, the speaker should be intimately familiar with the content, almost memorizing it perfectly. They should start by...
Where to begin, how to connect the turning points, where to pause, and what kind of build-up to
bring out the climax—I received training in these areas during my studies. However, now I only know the conclusion , but I completely lack
the ability to deduce and reason in the middle to lead everyone to that conclusion and create sufficient persuasiveness . It's like I've heard the teacher explain something once in class, but haven't reviewed it at home, and when it's my turn to teach someone else, I'm speechless. It's like when writing a novel, I have a story outline in my mind , but when I start designing the storyboard and piling up words, I can't accurately convey the story's meaning to the reader. It's like looking at an oil painting from afar and knowing what it depicts, but when you zoom in to examine the subtle textures of each stroke, you see not a magnified view, but a blurry mass of color with insufficient resolution. Simply put, I know what the presentation is about, but I can't express it! The reason is clear if you think about it carefully: I didn't create this presentation, and I wasn't the one practicing my speech at home with the stopwatch ! Looking further back, I wasn't the one diligently studying every day! I wasn't the one carefully listening to the meeting minutes every week! I wasn't the one meticulously reviewing every document for the past two months! I wasn't the one traveling around visiting grassroots staff ! Not a single one of these tasks was done by my own hands! That's right... Xiaoyao did all the hard and troublesome work. I was basically just standing on the sidelines watching her. Although I knew all the details, I had no grasp of the specifics and steps ! I could only skillfully apply this knowledge when I was in Xiaoyao mode, but I mistakenly thought it was my own ability and was quite pleased with myself. But today, standing on this stage, I suddenly realized I was completely incompetent! What a foolish man I am! Because of my laziness and low stress tolerance, I pushed all the things I disliked onto another personality to suffer. Even if I'm not very bright, if I can't learn it the first time, or the second time , I'll learn it five times, ten times! If I can't hand it over within two months, I sincerely beg my father for more time! There's always a way. Things might not go smoothly at first, but once you get through it, things will gradually improve. But all I did was run away, completely wasting these two months. How did I get to this point? Reflecting on my actions during this time, I suddenly realize there are many illogical points. Why did I take it for granted to wear women's clothing all day long? Why did I suddenly become violent towards Xiaofeng? Why...did I use drugs like female hormones? I felt like I was being manipulated by an unseen hand, being pushed along a strange path without my noticing. A chill ran down my spine as I realized what was happening to me… “Manager, please continue with the presentation!” The emcee’s urging pulled me back to reality. I looked down at the audience; their expectant gazes had turned to confusion. Panic began to creep in, and I became even more disoriented. I just stood there, frozen on the stage, unable to utter a word, feeling short of breath and breaking out in a cold sweat. Finally, the audience lost patience, their attitude turning skeptical, and they began to grumble and criticize. "How can you not say a word? Did you really write this report yourself?" "I heard you've been claiming illness and taking sick leave for the past two months, and you've even skipped your professional tutoring classes. Is that true?" "I also heard that your assistant approved all the official documents. How can someone with this kind of work attitude be a company president?" "How do you even view this job? Don't you have any shame?" "That's why I said from the beginning that this guy is completely unfit for the job! Chairman Ichiro, please retract your decision!" It started with a few high-ranking major shareholders firing the first shots, followed by the group of executives who supported Boruto's side joining the fray. The executives who supported me, on the other hand, were ashen-faced and shook their heads in despair. The other grassroots employees who had joined in the fun and the media present all looked like they were waiting to see a good show. Seeing that the situation was completely out of control, I had no idea how to handle it. Even when I looked at Boruto, he just remained silent with a grave expression. This disgraceful state had probably exceeded his ability to control. My loss of composure today had not only damaged my personal image but also the prestige of the main family leadership. If Boruto continued to defend me at this point, it would only make things worse. The only wise thing to do was to cut ties with me to preserve the authority of the Iwanaga family . As the criticism and insults grew increasingly vicious, I felt as if my spirit was about to collapse. Palpitations , tinnitus, dizziness, chest tightness... my stress syndrome was flaring up more severely than ever before. I felt like I was about to faint on the spot , and my vision began to blur. Just then, the main door at the entrance of the conference room was pushed open forcefully. With a loud thud as the door slammed against the wall, the hall fell silent. Boruto's assistant rushed to the front of the stage, looking as if some emergency had occurred. "Reporting to the president! Our important client, President Henry Thomas, has come to inform us that the contract terms need further negotiation. Please have the assistant go with him; he's waiting downstairs!" "Okay! Signing the contract is the priority, hurry up!" Boruto gave me a wink. This was a godsend. I felt like I'd been granted a pardon and stumbled out of the entrance, rushing all the way to the underground parking lot. When I saw Mr. Henry's face, I couldn't help but feel relieved. He had rescued me from the smoke-filled hell in time; he was practically a hero sent by the gods. Although I had escaped the battlefield, the immense pressure I had accumulated hadn't disappeared. Without knowing how to relieve stress, it would only keep piling up, never decreasing. Lying in the back seat of Mr. Henry's luxury car, I began to feel like I was suffocating, unable to breathe properly. My internal organs felt like they were being twisted and churning in excruciating pain. I gripped the leather seat cover and gaggled uncontrollably. "You look like you're in a lot of pain. Here, this will make you feel better." Mr. Henry pulled out a disguise from the passenger side footrest. For me, tormented by illness, this was like a drowning person grabbing onto a piece of driftwood. I had no choice but to accept it; this was the only way I knew to relieve stress. There was no one else in the underground parking lot, so under Mr. Henry's cover , I stripped naked in the back seat of the car, put on a wig and fake breasts, and then slipped into the all-too-familiar pure white dress. The physical discomfort had completely subsided, but the psychological shadow lingered like a persistent, unpleasant ache.

Equally difficult to erase, the immense psychological trauma caused by Haruto's failure cannot be so easily
eliminated. I started applying makeup again, as if trying to wipe away any trace of Haruto's presence, layering it on
and on. Xiaoyao usually only wears light makeup, but today I wanted to apply a thicker layer.

It's all Haruto's fault. He was so incompetent and cowardly, making such a disgraceful
spectacle in front of the shareholders and the media. Not only was his own credibility in the company irreparable, but he also completely disgraced the family.
Once the media reports it, he will become a laughing stock. Whether it's the company or home, I have no face
to go back. I've lost my place in society. Iwanaga Haruto's existence is no longer
needed by anyone, has no value whatsoever. A guy like him should just disappear from this world...
I can't help but strongly deny my own existence in my heart...

Strange, the air conditioning isn't on in the car, so why do I feel so cold? My whole body is shivering as if I've fallen into
an ice cellar , and tears are streaming down my face. Seriously,
isn't this going to ruin my makeup that I just finished applying?

"Don't be sad, Xiaoyao. You've already tried your best. What happened today wasn't your fault."

Henry... His Highness also climbed into the back seat and hugged me tightly. In His Highness's arms, I completely
relaxed and could no longer hold back my emotions, bursting into tears. Although society doesn't allow
men to shed tears easily, it's okay if I'm a girl, right? It's okay to cry my heart out like this, isn't
it? If that's the case, then let me have this privilege, okay?

After crying for a while, my emotions gradually calmed down. I buried my face in my master's chest
. His strong arms made me feel safe and secure. His body temperature warmed my cold body again
, and the source of the coldness hidden in my heart—the existence of Iwanaga Haruto—also seemed to be
melted away by this warmth and gradually faded. I

thought I was at my wit's end, that I had nowhere to go in this world, that no one would
accept me. But I realized that place to belong was actually right around the corner. As long as I was with my master, my
heart would become so peaceful and happy, like finding a harbor to shelter me from the storm.
I wanted... I longed to stay by my master's side, never going anywhere, serving him
forever , becoming his possession. If only I could live such a life.

"Hey, Xiaoyao, why don't you just become my woman? Actually, I'm going back to America right now.
Why don't you come with me?"

My master seemed to know what I was thinking, saying such a delightful thing. Although it was somewhat sudden
, if I didn't go, I wouldn't be able to see my master again, and the loneliness would be
unbearable, so there was no need to hesitate.

"Yes... please take me back to America with you, Master..."

"Hmm, let me tell you first, we'll be staying in America for six months. During this time, I'll find the best doctor
to perform gender reassignment surgery on you, transforming you into a real woman. This non-functional penis, please
cut it off, okay?"

"Ugh... but that's... ahh...!"

That was the last connection between this body and Haruto. If I lost that, I would completely
become Sakurai Haruka, and would never be able to change back. But the pleasure from His Highness gently rubbing my impotent penis through my skirt over my head
robbed me of all reason. Although it had shrunk, its sensitivity had
increased dramatically. Being rubbed like this gave me the illusion of having my sensitive spot being pried open. The seductive
moans were exactly like a girl's.

My impotent penis, though not erect, was leaking a lot of clear, sticky fluid, like a girl's vaginal lubrication during arousal
. My panties were soaked, and the pleasant milky scent emanating from my body became even stronger during arousal
. All of this reminded me that this body was no longer that of a normal man. Rather than hoping
to revert back if I regretted it, perhaps I should properly transform myself into a body that could please His Highness?

"Xiaoyao's body is also mine. I have the right to modify it into whatever I like. So, cut it off?"

The thought of my body being arbitrarily modified into whatever my master likes only
brings me a morbidly intense pleasure. I must be in the final stages of lovesickness, beyond cure.
All I can think about is my master.

"Yes... Everything about Yao belongs to Your Highness... Please do as you please...!"

"Hehe... You have finally become completely mine. Come here and show me your loyalty."

Because my heart has completely become Yao's, I have gained my master's approval. I respectfully kneel between
my master's legs and take out my penis. This dark and strong penis is exactly the same as in my dream world. It
is thick, long, hard, and hot, exuding a strong masculine scent. Just smelling it makes my body heat up.
If I am loved by such a powerful thing every night, it is impossible not to be trained into a female. Once you have experienced
that kind of pleasure that penetrates to the bone marrow, you will only end up as a penis slave.

Although this was the first time I'd done this in real life, I'd done it countless times in my dreams. I
'd sway my head back and forth, sucking on my master's large penis, feeling myself becoming more and more relaxed…
more and more compliant… all unnecessary thoughts vanished. Family matters, Xiaofeng's matters—
compared to my master, they all became insignificant.

Finally, as my master was about to ejaculate, he pulled his penis out, a large amount of thick, warm semen spraying all over my body
. I joyfully bathed in my master's sperm, truly feeling that my body had
been thoroughly soiled by my master, stained with his scent.

From this moment on, I—Sakurai Haruka—belonged to my master.

Scene 1 (Six Months Later) ------------------------------

So, I lived in the United States with my master for six months,
undergoing gender reassignment surgery at the Plastic Surgery Department of the Thomas Medical Group. The main procedures were castration and an artificial vagina, along with hormone
therapy , breast augmentation, lip augmentation, Adam's apple reduction, cheekbone reduction, laser hair removal, and over a dozen other treatments. During these six months
, my physical characteristics completely transformed into a woman. Although the recovery time was long and accompanied by considerable
pain, I persevered. Now, I no longer need to wear any cross-dressing props; I am truly...
I became the real Haruka Sakurai.

Then came a six-month post-operative recovery period, mainly to prevent the artificial vagina from healing and adhering. Because it
's like an incision wound, if left untreated, it will gradually
heal and become unable to open. Therefore, wax strips had to be inserted into the vagina daily to prevent it from healing. It took about six
months for it to take shape. Having something inserted every day was quite painful and made movement difficult.
For most of those six months, I lay obediently in bed. My muscles lost some strength, but
I wasn't paralyzed. I became roughly like a normal woman, though not as strong as a man.

The artificial vagina from the sex reassignment surgery was made from the skin of my original penis. Additionally, skin from the scrotum was used
to create the labia, and a small portion of the glans was retained as the clitoris. The doctor's skills were superb. From the outside,
it like a girl's vagina, but internally it was different from what I was born with.

First, I don't have a uterus or ovaries, so I don't have reproductive function. Ejaculating inside won't make me
pregnant, and I can't naturally secrete estrogen, so I have to take hormone medication regularly.

Second, regarding lubrication, it uses
glands that normally secrete pre-ejaculate when a man is aroused. However, unlike a woman's natural vaginal lubrication, it doesn't secrete a large amount at once, so foreplay
needs to be prolonged. If penetration is done without sufficient foreplay, it will be extremely painful because it's relatively dry inside
. If the man is in a hurry, artificial lubricant must be applied before penetration.

Thirdly, while an artificial vagina does contract when aroused, the suction isn't
as strong as that of a natural vagina. As an alternative, it's intentionally made to be tighter than a natural vagina from the start
. When the male penis inserts, the narrow vaginal walls are stretched open, causing the penis to adhere tightly and rub against the
vagina, using this structure to please the male. This also prevents it from becoming loose due to frequent sexual activity
, making it, in some ways, more pleasing to men than a natural vagina.

Fourthly, there's the issue of sensitivity. A normal woman's vagina has dense nerve connections to the pleasure center
, resulting in several times the pleasure a man experiences during intercourse. The skin used in an artificial vagina lacks these nerves
, making it less sensitive than a natural vagina—in other words, somewhat frigid. To
solve this problem, my master used hypnosis to induce self-suggestion: that I would experience
intense pleasure when his penis was inserted into my vagina. After repeated hypnotic suggestions, my sensitivity increased to the level of a normal woman.

However, my master added a little selfishness to the hypnotic training. He suggested that I would only experience abnormal pleasure when his penis was inserted into
my vagina . If I had sex with other men,
my vagina would be as frigid as it was before. In this way, my vagina became as if it were exclusively for my master's use, reflecting his adorable
possessiveness, which is something that is unlikely to occur in ordinary women.

In summary, during these past six months, I mainly underwent gender reassignment surgery, rehabilitation, and hormone
therapy . I also grew my hair long. In addition, I learned some details of women's lives, such as how to use
the toilet, how to care for my hair and skin, how to walk in high heels, and so on. I also cultivated some girlish
interests, such as cooking, playing musical instruments, and fashion. Through these trainings, I have completely adapted to
the lifestyle of a woman, and my inner self has been completely transformed into that of a woman. I have no trace of Haruto left.

Of course, during these six months, the Iwanaga family continued to request my master's return. Although I
left the country suddenly without saying goodbye, the departure records at the airport show that we
boarded the plane , which is easy to verify. Although Thomas Group is
a major client of Iwanaga Pharmaceutical, my father probably didn't want to escalate the situation, so he delayed reporting the incident to the police or taking
legal action . However, if things continued to drag on like this, it would eventually exceed his patience.

Another person I was worried about was Xiaofeng. She was originally an independent and strong-willed girl, but
after being intensively trained, she has become very dependent on me. She is usually very clingy, and my unauthorized trip abroad
seems to have had a huge impact on her. During the first month, I would receive several text
messages from Xiaofeng every day.

At first, she was a bit confused, asking questions like, "Aren't you coming back for dinner today?" "
Are you busy with work these days?" "When will you be back?" After a few days, she probably realized I was gone, and her attitude
became somewhat anxious, asking things like, "Where is Haru-kun now?" "Do you hate Kaede?" "I'll be
a good girl, please don't abandon me!" But she didn't receive any replies from me, and eventually, she seemed to
become a bit desperate, asking things like, "Why won't you reply to my letters?" "I want to see you so much..." "I don't want to live anymore
..."

Because Master forbade me to reply to Kaede, I became a little worried later on, so Master
said he would inform Boruto to take care of Kaede. Sure enough, by the second month, the number of text messages had
decreased, about one every two or three days. The messages were basically about how Boruto came to our house every day
to check on us , and how she felt much more relaxed after being comforted by him. She told me not to worry about her, to take good care of myself
, and that she would wait patiently for me to come back.

The news that I had been seduced by President Henry was kept strictly confidential within the Iwanaga family. The official story was that
I was on a business trip to the United States to handle contract matters. Kaede seemed to believe this too, so she became more well-behaved.
However, she would still text me every two or three days to say that she was very lonely, that she felt
hot when she slept alone at night, and other such complaints.

My master still forbids me from replying to Xiaofeng's letters. By the third month, there were only
two . The text message at the beginning of the month was written in a joking tone:

"Hey Haru-kun, aren't you coming back yet? I've been wondering whether or not to tell you that I've been having strange thoughts
about . I even think about him when I masturbate at night. If Haru-kun
doesn't come back soon, I'm going to go and seduce him~"

But by the end of the month, the text message had changed to this:

"I'm sorry, Chun-jun. I've already been trained by His Highness, and I'll continue to be loved by him tonight
. Even now, as I'm texting you, thinking about tonight makes my little hole ache on its own.
A woman like me who betrayed her fiancé is no longer worth Chun-jun's affection. Please don't interfere in my affairs anymore..."

And that was it. She never texted me again. I was very concerned about what happened to Xiao-feng afterward.
I was willing, but after six months of hypnotic training, all my love had been poured
into , and it was truly impossible for me to be with Xiaofeng again. Now, I was simply worried about whether she could find a
reliable home.

In summary, I had to settle things with my father and inquire about Xiaofeng's situation. My master
also had supply contract matters to attend to, so we returned to Japan together. However, this time we
didn't plan to stay too long; we would return to the United States immediately after resolving things here.

First, I had to go back to the main family home to see my father. My master and my father used to have a deep friendship, but
my master had abducted his son and turned him into a woman, so their relationship was now broken. To avoid an
awkward or unnecessary arguments, I insisted on going to the main family home alone, while my master went to handle the contract
signing separately.

Before heading to my family home, I went to the household registration office to apply for a name change to Sakurai Haruka and obtained a replacement
female ID card. I returned my male ID card, which had been with me for over a decade and featured Haruto's photo,
to the civil servant. Because of the conservative social customs in Japan, such transgender cases are almost unheard of,
causing . Since my appearance was completely unrecognizable,
it took almost an hour to confirm my identity.

After that, I went to my father's family home and faced him without any hesitation, acting like a girl. As expected,
my father was extremely angry, which touched me. Since I was a child, I have been most afraid of my father's anger. In order not to
disappoint him, I lived according to the life path he had planned for me and desperately tried to meet the performance
thresholds he set. But was that really what I wanted? My life journey so far has been for this
man in front of me. I am like a puppet dancing in his hands. Even if I have an
unbearable , I have to crawl forward on the ground because I must meet my father's expectations.

Listening to my father's tirade against me felt somewhat ridiculous, but I was no longer afraid
. I had found the future I wanted, and whether my father agreed or not, whether he was angry or disappointed,
was no longer my priority. I would no longer live for this person.

However, I also acknowledged my father's right to be angry; after all, he had invested so much effort and resources in raising
me from childhood, only to receive nothing in return. I silently endured his anger, quietly listening to his
reprimands. After he had finished saying everything he wanted to say, I calmly told him that I had no intention
of inheriting the family business, and that I would be living my own life in America from now on, asking him not to have any further expectations of me.

After hearing my words, my father just stared wide-eyed, unable to utter a word for a long time. I
had never talked back to my father since I was little, always meek and submissive. My father must have been bewildered by my drastic change in
attitude .

"Please forgive your unfilial daughter. Thank you for raising me until now. Please take care. Goodbye."

"The Iwanaga family has no daughter like you! Once you step out of this house today, never come back!"

My father drove me out of the house with tears in his eyes, just like he had done to Boruto. This
scene still made my heart ache, but I still bowed deeply to my father and left
the old home where I had lived and grown up.

(Note: Haruto calls Boruto "Big Brother [Ani]", while Haruto calls him "Brother [Nissou]".)

After this, I was supposed to return to the inn where I was staying to meet my master. But when I opened the door, I was
surprised to see Boruto and Kaede. Boruto and my master were sitting
on the sofa by the window, while Kaede, whom I had been worried about... Kaede was kneeling between Boruto's legs,
licking eyes were glazed, her cheeks were flushed, and there was a
trace of milky white semen foam at the corner of her mouth. She looked exactly like a trained female slave.

An uninformed person might think this woman is beyond saving, but having been in the same position,
I understand that a woman in this state is incredibly happy.
The joy that overflows from the depths of her heart when she receives her master's affection is something an ordinary woman could never experience in her entire life. Boruto is
a reliable and strong person, and I can rest assured that Kaede is by his side like this.

Just as I was thinking this, Kaede noticed someone coming in through the door. When she looked up and met my
gaze, her eyes widened in surprise, and she began to stutter a little.

"Is... Chun-kun...?"

"Hi, Xiao-feng, I'm back."

"Waaah... Chun-kun... why did you only come back now... now that things have come to this..."

I originally wanted to say it was a touching reunion, but Xiao-feng seemed to feel very guilty, timidly
lowering head, her eyes welling up with tears as she sobbed.

"Waaah... Chun-kun... I'm so sorry... I'm now His Highness's person, and I'm going to
marry His Highness soon, but... I've always felt sorry for betraying you...!" I

didn't expect Xiao-feng to still care about me and still feel guilty. Seeing her crying
so sadly, I felt sorry for her instead. When I went abroad without permission, I only thought about
my own affairs and completely neglected her. How could I blame her? I gently
knelt down beside Xiaofeng, holding her hand and trying to comfort her.

"It's alright, please don't worry. Iwanaga Haru is no longer in this world. Now I am
Sakurai Haruka. I sincerely wish you and your brother a happy relationship. If you don't mind, we can be best friends
, okay?"

"Waaah... Haruka... thank you... um... please be my best friend...!"

Xiaofeng suddenly hugged me, and I was caught off guard and fell to the ground. Xiaofeng pressed
herself against me, making it look like she had pushed me down. Hmm… the two girls hugged like that
. Xiaofeng's scent, warmth, and soft body were quite comfortable to hold, but as expected, there was no
sexual excitement. From now on, we'd just be friends.

Finally, helping Xiaofeng resolve her inner conflict was a relief. If Xiaofeng had married my brother with that
guilt , wouldn't her happiness have been overshadowed? I looked towards my brother's seat and
saw him and His Highness watching Xiaofeng and me with warm eyes. I felt a little shy and
wanted to say something to change the subject.

"Hehe, brother, don't be jealous! I'll be relying on you to take care of Xiaofeng from now on."

"Hehe, of course, I also need to ask Uncle Henry to take care of my beautiful and generous little sister."

As expected of Boruto's older brother, he immediately brought the topic back, and this time I really blushed.
But my brother indirectly acknowledged my female identity, and I felt happy to receive my family's approval.

"Alright, let's get back to the point. Uncle Henry, please let me see how obedient my little sister is
, so I can be sure the request is fulfilled."

"Sigh... alright. Haruka, come here and serve me with your mouth."

Huh? Do it here? In front of my brother and Kaede? My master's order confused me. Was it a
strange rebellious impulse? Or was he just teasing me? In any case, I couldn't
disobey my master, so I had no choice but to obey.

I obediently knelt before my master, unzipped my pants, and pulled out that fierce, hard penis. I gently licked
it; its hardness, heat, and smell always captivated me. Just
licking the glans made my body uncontrollably hot, and my vagina instantly became soaking wet, ready
to be penetrated at any moment.

I was doing this in front of my brother and Xiaofeng! Did I look like a lewd female
? Just because they were watching made me feel even more aroused than usual. I really am a
terrible masochist!

My master's penis is so amazing! It was this penis that turned me into a woman. Just thinking about
it makes my pussy even more itchy. I can't help but hug my master's waist, bury my head between
his legs, and passionately move my head up and down, swallowing and spitting out his penis. I use the suction of my mouth to
deliver pleasure to it. I can feel my master's fierce penis throbbing and pulsating. I feel increasingly burning
with desire , so excited that I almost forget where I am. I fantasize that I will soon be
pinned down by my master and fucked hard...

"Hmm, seeing how confused Xiaoyao is, I can relax. Let's sign the supply contract with the 30%
wholesale price !"

Still basking in the afterglow, I was a little confused when Boruto said this. I
looked and saw an open contract on the small coffee table. Boruto was signing
his name and stamping it with the company seal.

When did the contract change to a 30% discount? Doesn't that mean we're not making any money? Boruto is very shrewd
in business; he would never agree to sign a contract that makes us work for free. So
I turned my questioning gaze to Boruto.

"Well, it's not making money, but it's not losing money either. At least it can increase market share. After all,
it's the agreed-upon compensation. Uncle Henry did complete the task I entrusted to him, and I'm providing
compensation . This is a reasonable and ethical thing to do. I'll handle the internal noise within the company."

"The task you entrusted to him was...?" "

There were two tasks. The first was to get rid of Haruto, and the second was to find a way to make Kaede
mine , so that I could smoothly take over the president's position. Uncle Henry
did both of these things for me. Paying him with a 30% discount on the contract is very cheap for me."

My brother revealed the truth behind it without reservation. His Highness showed an embarrassed and complicated
expression my brother stared intently at my reaction with sharp eyes. Having laid everything out so openly,
it was impossible not to understand what Boruto was trying to convey. Haruka's personality is far more astute than Haruto's; I immediately
understood that he was testing me. If even a small fragment of Haruto remained in my heart, I would likely react with agitation and indignation
upon hearing this, given that I had been manipulated in this way.

However, I remained calm. Iwanaga Haruto was a thing of the past. Now I
live as Sakurai Haruka. If it was because of my brother's scheme that I had the opportunity to begin a new life,
I should be expressing my gratitude. Iwanaga Haruto was practically dead; Sakurai Haruka
posed no threat to my brother's position. I wanted to convey this concept to him.

"Brother, please rest assured, I never intended to compete with you for the position of president, and now that I'm a woman, it's
even less likely. I only want to stay by Your Highness's side, and I have no other ambitions. But I'm just
curious, brother, you said you don't like being restrained by nature, so you didn't intend to stay in the position of president
. Were you lying to me?"

"Heh... How should I put it, Xiaoyao, you probably haven't experienced what true bondage is, have you?
After my father kicked me out of the house, I lived a very difficult life. With only a high school diploma,
I couldn't find any decent jobs in society. To survive, I worked several jobs at the same time, and I
didn't even have time to care for my favorite music. I couldn't afford a suitable instrument, and I didn't have time to practice. In the end, I was forced to give up...
Xiaoyao, do you think that kind of life is true freedom?"

My brother recounted his past hardships with a dark expression. His words made me realize that I
had always thought my brother was very brave to leave home and live a carefree life, but
that wasn't the case at all! It was very painful to survive like that.

Even though my brother was extremely capable at work, he had no diploma to prove himself. When he submitted his resume
to large companies, it all went unanswered. He didn't even get an interview. In the end, he could only find part-time jobs with long hours and low pay
. He barely managed to live a basic life with enough food to eat and a place to live by doing a lot of part-time work.

"Just when I was drifting aimlessly through each busy day, my dad suddenly called me back to be the acting
president. It was tough at first, but also fun and challenging. Gradually, as I got better at it
, I started to have more free time. I brought back my old bandmates to help everyone focus on music
. I bought the best instruments, built a private recording studio, and hired a professional music producer to guide us.
Then I finally understood… only financial freedom is true freedom! Soon after..." Later, news spread that Haruto was going to return to Japan
to succeed me, but I didn't want to relinquish power, so I made a request to Uncle Henry. And then,
as you know…”

It seems the men of the Iwanaga family each have their own stubborn side… My older brother, though capable and
ambitious, refused to bow his head and ask our father for understanding; our father, though knowing Haruto's incompetence,
insisted on replacing him to save face; and Haruto, though lacking both the desire and ability to inherit the family business, was afraid of disappointing his father…
Going with the tide.

If only my brother had swallowed his pride and sought reconciliation with Father, if Haruto had mustered the courage to refuse
unreasonable arrangements, and if Father had chosen the right successor based on leadership qualities, wouldn't things
have been much simpler?

"Hmph... I've never regretted what I did. If you want to resent me, go ahead."

"No, I won't resent my brother. From now on, these grudges are none of my concern. Now, my brother is
the only pillar of the family. I'm entrusting the Iwanaga family and Kaede to you. With your strength, I believe
you can protect them well."

Hearing my words, Boruto just sighed dramatically, and his expression softened considerably.

"Hmph... You've never changed from being a nice guy since you were little! I understand,
leave everything here to me. And also... although Father kicked you out of the house, I still acknowledge you, Sakurai Haruka, as my younger
sister, Iwanaga Hiroto's sister. The Iwanaga family's doors will always be open for you. Come back anytime if you miss home."

In the end, the older brother maintained his cool demeanor, leaving behind what sounded like a show-off before leaving.

"Well then, Haruka, keep in touch, okay? We'll take our leave now."

Kaede waved goodbye to me somewhat reluctantly before leaving with her brother. Now,
only His Highness and I were left in the house. After a moment of silence, His Highness bowed his head to me first.

"Uh... well, I'm sorry, Xiaoyao, I did something really bad to you. I'll do my best
to make it up , okay?"

"Hmm... it's alright. Now I'm His Highness's person.
I'm genuinely happy that you were able to complete my brother's request and obtain favorable contract terms."

But in this way, am I just a byproduct of the reward? If My Master has to
keep me with him from now on, will it cause him trouble? Thinking about this, I can't help but feel a little disappointed.

"No! You misunderstand! The contract terms are fine, everything I did was solely
to get you! I couldn't control my inner demons... I used a despicable trap to lure you, and I
must ask for your forgiveness!"

"Even if you suddenly say this to me... what's going on?"

"Sigh... When I first received Boruto's request, I had absolutely no interest. I didn't care about the reward, and
I had no intention of getting involved in the Iwanaga family's succession struggle. Until he sent me a picture of Haruto-kun
, when I saw the picture I couldn't help but think... if Haruto-kun wore women's clothing, how much he would
resemble that person... when I thought about that, a certain dark emotion gradually awakened in my heart..."

Then His Highness recounted his youthful past with my mother.

My mother, Yuriko Sakurai, came from a large pharmaceutical raw material trading family in Japan.
Like many daughters of company presidents, she was used as a pawn in a political marriage,
betrothed . When my father was studying in the United States, my mother went with him to take care of him. It was there that
she met the young master.

They fell in love at first sight and secretly dated for over a year, behind my father's back. It was during
this time that the master learned Japanese from my mother. My father was focused on his studies and career and was completely unaware of this.
Two years passed, and when my father returned to Japan after completing his studies, my mother, due to family pressure, chose not to
stay in the United States. She made up her mind to end the relationship and return to Japan to marry my father.

Unable to forget his mother, His Highness never dated another woman. He sealed away
his emotions, throwing himself wholeheartedly into his career. He even defeated several powerful
competitors power.

About ten years later, the devastating news of his frail mother's passing arrived. That must have been about
twenty years ago. When His Highness came to our home to bid farewell to our mother, he discovered that our father's investment
failures had brought Iwanaga Pharmaceuticals to the brink of collapse, almost to the point of bankruptcy. Determined to protect Yuriko
's three children, he returned to Japan and, against all odds, secured a multi-million yen contract for all the hospitals under the group to purchase Iwanaga's
pharmaceuticals, reviving the company. That contract has remained in effect ever since
, holding immense significance for our family and revealing the depth of His Highness's love for our mother.

Then, twenty years later, His Highness accidentally obtained
a photo of Haruto grown up from Boruto's older brother. In that instant, his long-suppressed love for his mother resurfaced, and he could no longer control
his possessiveness. So, he conspired with Boruto to set a trap for me. First, Boruto
put pressure on me, giving His Highness the opportunity to use hypnosis on me during our interactions. Unaware of this,
I fell into the trap step by step.

Furthermore, His Highness frankly admitted that I've always been
curious about where all those settings he had for Sakurai Haruka came from. They were actually copied from my mother Yuriko's personality, except for the first setting,
of course … Because my mother passed away when I was young, I have no memory
of living with her. So this is what my mother's personality was like... She was able to make such an outstanding
man as His Highness so infatuated with her, falling head over heels for her. She was truly a bewitching woman.

"I originally only saw you, Xiaoyao, as a substitute for Yuriko, but
during the six months we lived together in America, I found myself gradually falling in love with you. I only want to spend the rest of my life with you. Please
stay with me from now on, Xiaoyao. Will you become my wife?"

Suddenly receiving such a heartfelt confession from my master, I was so moved that I couldn't speak. I just
covered my mouth, tears streaming down my face, and nodded frantically. I never expected my master to take my
feelings so seriously. He truly loved me from the bottom of his heart, and it wasn't just a passing fancy. I felt like
the happiest woman in the world.

"Thank you! Haruka, you truly are my angel! I swear I will give you all my love, and I
will you regret your decision today!"

His Highness held me tightly in his arms and gently kissed my lips. This wasn't the kind of kiss given to a slave
… but to a lover. I felt his warmth and the strength of his arms, and I felt incredibly safe and
secure. I relaxed and leaned against him, whispering my feelings of love into his voice.

—To be someone important to His Highness, Haruka Sakurai had no other desires in life.

Scene 1 (Ten Years Later @ Signing Ceremony) ------------------------------

After I left home, my father's health deteriorated further. He stepped down as honorary chairman, completely
withdrawing from the company's core power, while Boruto's brother took full control, becoming the de facto president.
This power upheaval at Iwanaga Pharmaceuticals attracted the attention of the domestic media and even made the news.
Various vivid conspiracy theories circulated about the chairman's retirement and the change in the designated president candidate.

However, outsiders were unaware of the truth, and the commotion fizzled out after a few days due to a lack of further evidence
. The domestic high society always has more scandalous stories to garner attention, so it soon subsided, and the world
quickly forgot the name Haruto Iwanaga.

After Boruto's older brother took over the company, he first announced his marriage to Kaede, and then acquired Ichinose's drugstore
chain, upgrading the company into a conglomerate. Over the next few years, the conglomerate gradually diversified its operations, extending beyond
its original pharmaceutical and cosmetic businesses into health foods, baby products, maternity products
, medical devices, and women's underwear, becoming a leading brand in the domestic health and women's products industry.
Boruto's brother's achievements are the best among all the previous presidents, breaking through the original framework limited to the pharmaceutical business and opening up
a completely new landscape. Even their father had to admit that he had misjudged him.

After getting married, Kaede became a full-time housewife, and she and I became very close friends, sharing our lives
with each other . Xiaofeng currently has a son and a daughter. Her and her husband's parenting philosophy is open-minded and free; they don't
deliberately pursue elite education, nor do they force their children to follow in their footsteps. Everything is left to nature,
thus avoiding raising children with twisted minds and poor parent-child relationships like the previous generation.

Speaking of which, I'm quite envious, because I'm infertile and deeply troubled by not being able to carry on my husband's
family line I've even considered adoption or using my husband's sperm for
egg donation and surrogacy, but he just tells me not to overthink it, that he's content as long as we spend the rest of our lives together.

My husband truly spoils me rotten; he's practically indulging me. He always thinks of me first and
gives me the best of everything. I even wonder if my personality is becoming increasingly willful? Perhaps it was because he
always felt indebted to me, so he kept trying to make it up to me, even though I told him not to dwell on
the past, he just wouldn't listen…

Because he was so good to me, so good that I unconsciously forgot my position as a slave
, and without realizing it, I started addressing my master as my husband. Everyone only knew me as the president's wife
; no one knew that I was originally just a female slave serving my master. In short, I was
very happy after marriage, and I can confidently say that I didn't choose the wrong man. Unlike my mother… I
chose my lover over my family, and that wasn't a wrong decision.

My husband didn't simply raise me in a greenhouse to live the life of a pampered lady, nor did he
treat as a human doll to vent his desires. He longed for a partner who could support each other in their careers,
and I also hoped to share his burdens at work. So, he placed me by his side as a special assistant
, patiently teaching me some secrets of company operations and letting me handle some simpler tasks for him.

The American workplace treats women relatively equally, and women have many opportunities to demonstrate their abilities. I've been
by my husband's side for almost ten years, gradually accumulating experience and achievements. I've slowly risen from an assistant to a full-fledged management
position, advancing year by year based on my abilities without relying on connections. I was recently promoted to vice president, and my responsibilities are
roughly equivalent to a chief executive officer in China.

This is something I'm quite proud of, because if someone like Xiaofeng stayed in China, she could only be a housewife,
and even with outstanding talent, there would be no room for her to shine. My success in my career has made up for the regret of
failing to inherit , proving that I am capable of doing it. Of course, this is also due to good teachers
and sufficient practical training time. Taking over the business within two months back then was simply reckless.

Ten years later, it's time to renew the supply contract again. This time, I'm representing
the Thomas Group to sign a contract with Iwanaga Pharmaceutical. I feel a bit of a strange sense of emotion.
The first project I received in the family business was this contract, and now that I've just been promoted to vice president, my first project is also this one.
It feels like there's a wonderful connection between us.

This year is a little different from previous years because our group is also investing in Iwanaga's
chain of hospitals in Japan, so we need to sign an additional memorandum of understanding. We received
a request to complete the final piece of his medical empire, to fully connect the upstream and downstream supply chains. However
, he needs our help with various aspects, including funding and technology for opening hospitals. Because I
left and feel somewhat guilty about letting my family down, I decided to provide assistance within a reasonable scope.

In the past year or two, my husband has gotten older, and he basically stops
interfering , letting me handle everything myself. He only signs his name when representing external parties or making internal decisions
; he's essentially just a figurehead, signing with his eyes closed. Fortunately, I haven't disappointed him, and
I always receive his praise.

This time, because the signing required a long trip abroad, my husband couldn't come. This was my first time
officially representing a group to sign such a large contract, and it seemed to cause a stir even before I arrived.
Many people in China had never heard of Haruka Sakurai before, and they found it
unbelievable that a Japanese woman held a high-ranking position in a large overseas corporation. Some media outlets even reported on it with sensational headlines, like "Mysterious Beautiful CEO" or something similar. It
feels a bit exaggerated. If a man came, it would be perfectly normal, but when a woman comes, it's a huge fuss
and becomes news reporting. When will this patriarchal tradition in China change?

Even so, many reporters came to the signing ceremony today, surrounding me with questions and
snapping photos and videos. Fortunately, no one recognized that I'm the third son of the Iwanaga family
. These media outlets are bloodthirsty; if they dug up my past, they'd definitely exaggerate and write all sorts of things, causing a huge
uproar. I had previously requested the household registration office to keep my personal information confidential; I hope they
listened to my request.

After the joint interview, Boruto and I gave thank-you speeches on behalf of our respective groups, and then sat side by side...
Together, we signed the contract. I signed "Sakurai Haruka," and I was overwhelmed with emotion
. The contract I hadn't completed ten years ago was finally finished. I've changed so much in these ten years.
My heart is filled with gratitude for everything that has happened during this time. The time I've spent with my husband has been
the most brilliant and dazzling period of my life, filled with happiness I couldn't have imagined ten years ago.

After signing, Boruto and I held up the contract for the reporters to take pictures. At that moment,
my brother whispered something to me.

"I never imagined you could rise to the position of vice president. Now, the main family is receiving your support.
You're such a proud little sister."

"Hmm... I never expected things to turn out this way. I just wanted to help my husband..."

For the past ten years, my thoughts have never been about achieving fame and success, but rather about relieving my husband's burdens. Every
time I worked hard to handle things well and received praise from my husband, I felt happy and accomplished. I became more and more
involved, and before I knew it, I had become like this. I think I've been a good help, haven't I? My husband
has no children, and I'm the person he trusts most. Now that I hold the real power in the group, he can stop
worrying about operations and live a peaceful retirement.

However, I don't care about fame and fortune. After my husband passes away, I will return the business
to his family. I plan to build a small house next to his final resting place and spend
the rest of my life there, changing the flowers on his grave every morning with freshly picked ones. This is the retirement life I long for.

"If you're not in a hurry to leave, why not come back to your hometown for a visit? Dad's health has been
declining lately, and he might not be here again next time you come. Xiaofeng and the other children are here too; they all want their aunt
to tell them stories about overseas."

"Hehe, that's true. Then let me bother you for a moment."

It's been ten years since I've been back to this house. What has it become?
I feel a bit apprehensive about returning home.

(Scene 2 ten years later @Iwanaga Honya) ------------------------------

Huh? Where is this place? What am I doing now? My consciousness is hazy. I'm just staring
at the constantly swirling, multicolored vortex in front of me. I feel both calm and relaxed. My mind can't comprehend the current
situation . I can't remember anything. It's as if I'm refusing to think. All thoughts have been washed away by the multicolored vortex.

I feel a rough hand stroking back and forth on my smooth thigh. As it touches,
it moves further and further towards my private parts. Although I want to resist, my body is powerless. I can't move at all.
I can only let that rough finger slip into my underwear and roam freely in my secret area, as if to confirm
its shape, moving up and down along the cleft.

"Little Yao, haven't I always warned you? If you don't change your kind-hearted nature, you'll get scammed
sooner later. It seems you haven't been listening."

A deep male voice spoke in my ear. I recognized the voice, but I couldn't remember
who it was. Looking at the vortex in front of me, I couldn't think straight. Then I felt something cool and slippery being applied inside my vagina
, and soon a tingling sensation came from my vagina.

"This is an aphrodisiac that can turn even frigid women into nymphomaniacs. I heard from Xiaofeng that
Uncle Henry and you haven't had sex for the past year or two, right? You must have been pent up a lot,
so enjoy it. When you're ready to go, be sure to tell him properly."

The man chuckled lewdly, inserting his fingers into my vagina and moving them in and out. The initial stinging sensation
immediately transformed into intense pleasure. I heard my breathing
become increasingly rapid, gradually turning into the moans of a woman in heat. My body felt both hot and light, and with the increasingly rapid movements of his fingers,
I trembled uncontrollably, my vagina beginning to contract.

"Ah...ah...I'm going to come...hiss...I'm coming...uh...?"

Just before I reached my climax, his fingers were pulled out, leaving me standing there, unable to
reach the climax I longed for. My body writhed uncomfortably. Just as I cooled down a little, his fingers were inserted again
, easily reigniting the passion within me and bringing me to the brink of climax once more.

"Ugh...ah...Xiaoyao can't take it anymore...I'm going to come...I'm coming...waaaah...?"

His fingers were pulled out again at the worst possible moment. I seemed to vaguely understand what the man intended.
Although I tried my best to hold back, the emptiness in my vagina grew stronger and stronger after the man repeated this behavior.
I really hoped he wouldn't stop...please let me reach my climax...such thoughts gradually filled
my mind. After who knows how many times he pulled his fingers away, I couldn't take it anymore...

"Ah... don't pull them out... please... sob... please let me climax..."

"Okay, if you agree to one condition, you can climax right away."

"Yes... I'll agree to anything... please... my pussy really hurts..."

I no longer cared what the man wanted to do, and cried and begged, I was willing to do
anything .

"Very good, you must become my loyal sex slave, understand? After you climax, I will
be your new master, Your Highness."

Before I could understand the meaning of those words, my fingers were inserted again, violently stirring my vagina.
A huge wave of pleasure swept away my consciousness. The climax was so intense that my vagina felt numb. But even after the climax , I
still felt unsatisfied and wanted something thicker... I felt like I was broken.

"Hehe, do you want Master's penis?"

"Yes... I want Master's penis..."

Not my husband's penis, but my Master's... the penis of this man who's talking to me...
I want it so much...

"Hmm, you're in good shape, it's about time you woke up. Haruka, after I
cut this vortex image off, you'll be fully awake."

After Master said that, the colorful vortex in front of me gradually dimmed, and my previously scattered consciousness
slowly regained focus. The first thing I saw was an LCD screen without a picture in front of me. Then,
Boruto moved the screen away and turned back to me with a malicious smile.

"Good morning, my little sister, welcome back to the Iwanaga family. I wonder if you like the special reception I prepared for you
?"

At first, I was a little confused, but then I found myself handcuffed to a chair with my hands
behind my back, wearing only a pair of underwear. This position made my full breasts stand out even more, and my
two sensitive nipples were already engorged and hard. Although I couldn't see my private parts by looking down, I could clearly
feel that they were wet. My vaginal opening was completely open and was constantly leaking love fluid, making my underwear
stick to my body in large wet patches. I could only embarrassingly squeeze my legs together to cover up my improper appearance.

This room belongs to Boruto from my hometown, but why am I here naked and handcuffed?
I have no memory of what happened in between. I only remember that after signing the contract and returning to my hometown, Xiaofeng
warmly greeted me. She invited me to sit down and handed me a cup of iced barley tea. I drank the tea… and suddenly
felt dizzy… When I woke up, I found myself in this state.

I can only assume it was Boruto's doing. I feel both ashamed and
angry at being treated this way, and I completely cannot understand his reason for doing such a thing to me.

"Boruto-nii-san! Please explain the situation! You wouldn't be thinking of harming your own sister, would you?
The Boruto-nii-san I know isn't the kind of man with such despicable interests!"

"Oh dear, my lovely sister, you have special value now, so I can't just
treat you as a sister anymore. You are, since you're my sister, the daughter of the Iwanaga family, you should be
providing more manpower and resources. You're in charge of the Thomas Group now, you
can afford to give more than this~"

"I don't understand what you're talking about, brother. We've already given you the biggest concessions possible in this collaboration.
Normally, business partnerships don't offer such good terms, brother, you can't be unaware of that, can you?"

"Hmm...yes, if you're from the Thomas Group's perspective, from a purely business standpoint, this
is an unbelievable offer. That's why I want you to change your stance. You'll become my
pawn, providing me with more funding. With your authority and the Thomas Group's vast resources,
no one would notice if you misappropriated a little, right?"

"This is outrageous! My husband entrusted the group to me; I can't possibly
betray ! Let me go back now! If you do anything strange to me again, depending on the circumstances,
I might terminate this cooperation with the Iwanaga family!"

Boruto's obsession with his business is so intense it borders on madness. Even
now that the company has grown into such a large conglomerate, he's still not satisfied. This may be due to
the profound impact of the painful memories of leaving home to become independent. My brother now needs to create huge wealth to
feel secure. He will bite at any opportunity for profit like a shark smelling blood
. This is how people in the industry privately describe him.

But there are things that can and cannot be done in the pursuit of a career. I have nothing to say as long as it is done honestly.
But you always use shady tricks to gain profits, I cannot condone it.

"Oh dear~ This is really scary! Your Excellency, Mrs. President, is it really appropriate for you to say such a thing? You
really don't understand your own position."

Boruto laughed heartily as if he had heard a funny joke, and then for some reason suddenly pulled down his pants
, revealing his throbbing, erect penis. The moment I saw it, my vagina involuntarily contracted,
and my gaze became unable to leave that penis. If... if I became Boruto's pawn...
could I be... by that magnificent penis... No! What am I thinking? Why are such
lewd ?

"Hehe, although I don't have the skills to train someone from scratch, I can still
steal . That's how it was with Kaede back then, and it seems like you're in a similar situation. After all, you're both
used to succumbing to pleasure. Ah~ the feeling of stealing someone else's things is so exhilarating!
Once you've experienced it, you can't stop..."

Boruto As my brother spoke, he walked towards me, thrusting his hips forward and bringing his penis close to my eyes. The stench of
that penis fascinated me, and my thoughts gradually became sluggish.
My whole body felt hot and restless, as if I had a high fever. My body, which had been on guard, completely relaxed, and my mouth unconsciously produced more saliva. I
subconsciously wanted to stick out my tongue to lick my brother's penis.

"Come on, this is your favorite master's penis. Don't be shy, lick it as you like,
and show your new master your loyalty as a slave."

"Yes...please allow me to serve master's penis..."

I uttered words I couldn't even understand myself, obediently licking my master's magnificent penis
. Master's penis was incredibly delicious, and I licked it with such ecstasy that my vagina became increasingly itchy, wanting to be
penetrated and vigorously stirred inside. What's wrong with me? I'm only ever sensitive to my husband's penis
, yet here I am, so desperately sucking on another man's penis. This is absolutely strange…

At first, I thought I had to pull myself together, but as I lick his penis like this, I'm becoming
more and more relaxed… more and more submissive… Boruto is my master now… I can't disobey him
! If I'm an obedient child, will my master pamper me?

"Heh, you have that depraved female expression on your face. But this expression suits
you better. Women are just appendages, yet you acted so smug at the signing
ceremony , stealing my spotlight. Weren't you being a bit too arrogant?"

"Yes... I'm so sorry for your arrogant attitude... Xiaoyao will reflect on it... Please
punish Xiaoyao severely, Master..."

Being insulted by her master like that only fueled her excitement. It seemed her sadistic nature as a sex slave
had been awakened. No matter how glamorous her appearance or how high her social status, once the mask was removed
, her true face remained that of a female yearning for the master's brutal treatment. Women, in the end, must submit to men
and become their possessions; this is the proper posture for a woman.

And I, as a woman, had forgotten my own position, presumptuously thinking that women could stand
on their own , and then spoke disrespectfully to Your Highness. Such a sin deserves punishment.

"I would have done it even without you telling me. By the way, what kind of
punishment ?"

"Yes... Master, please use your thick, hard cock to make a mess of Xiaoyao's aroused little hole... That's the kind
of punishment I'll give you..."

"This is exactly what you wanted to do, isn't it? You slutty bitch!"

"Yes... Xiaoyao is a slutty bitch... I'm so sorry..."

"Hahaha...you've really become very obedient. Well then, if you want it, lie
on the bed and stick your ass up."

The master untied the handcuffs, and I couldn't wait to do as the master instructed, lying on the bed, sticking
my ass , and taking off my underwear, exposing my most private parts to the master's eyes.
The position, like animals mating, further aroused my shame. Being ordered by the master to assume this position made me feel so good.
My vagina was already overflowing, but the master only gently rubbed his penis against the entrance, delaying
penetration. Why did he have to bully me like this? Please don't make me anxious anymore...

"Oh dear, I don't think this is really a punishment. How about this, I'll change the punishment
. Every time I bring you to orgasm, your love for Uncle Henry will decrease, and
your love for me will increase. That's the punishment I've decided on!"

"Huh? What? Please don't do this to me... This is too much... Ahh?"

Although I reflexively tried to break free, I was no match for the man's strength. His Highness grabbed
my waist and forcefully thrust into me without saying a word. My little hole, which hadn't had sex for two years and was in heat,
couldn't withstand such a forceful thrust without any warning.
I reached .

After the climax, I really felt that my love for my husband had lessened a little. I felt even more scared
and kept struggling, but my body was obviously powerless after the climax. My master completely ignored
my resistance and his powerful piston-like movements penetrated my vagina again and again. His waist slapped against my buttocks
, making a slapping sound. The sparks of pleasure flickered in my mind, and I was about to reach another climax...

"Please... this is the only one I can't have... anything else... I'll give you whatever you want...
just this one... ahh... oh...!"

Even begging like this was useless. My master's movements did not slow down at all, and I experienced
a second climax. My love for my husband was lost a little more. My master gave me no
time , continuing to thrust into my vagina with the same rhythm.

"Waaah...no...please have mercy...please...Xiaoyao will obey my master...so
...ah...ahhh...!"

Even trying to suppress the pleasure was useless; my whole body felt like it was electrified, my mind went blank, and
I trembled as I reached my third orgasm. Although I had no strength left and my body went limp,
my master simply changed positions, putting one of my legs on his shoulder, and
continued to violate my vagina while pinching and kneading my breasts.

"Waaah... Husband... I'm sorry... Please forgive me... I didn't intend to fall for someone else... Ahh...
Ahhh...!"

No matter what I did, it was no use. I could only helplessly climax again and again under my master's violation
, clutching the sheets in a daze, murmuring apologies to my husband. I don't know when it started, but I
stopped resisting. With each climax, my love for my master deepened,
and my vagina seemed to remember the shape of the penis that gave me pleasure. Our genitals became more and more tightly attached
, as if it had become my master's exclusive vagina.

"Ahhh... Master's penis... So comfortable... I like it..."

While enjoying my master's love, I gazed up at his handsome face in a daze, my heart pounding
uncontrollably . My expression must be like that of a girl in her first love, right?

"Oh? Is it that comfortable? More comfortable than Uncle Henry's?"

"Hmm...yes...it's definitely more comfortable with Master's penis...I've...ah...I ca
n't live without it..."

I feel so happy, so why are tears welling up in my eyes? I'm so strange.

"Hehe, Xiaoyao is such a good girl. I'm almost ready to cum too. After I ejaculate inside you, you
will be completely mine. From now on, you will work hard for me."

"Yes... Please let Xiaoyao become your master's possession..."

After I obediently agreed, the master thrust a few more times and ejaculated thick semen
deep into my vagina. In that instant, I experienced another intense
orgasm, even more powerful than before. My whole body convulsed with pleasure, and saliva involuntarily dripped from the corners of my mouth.

My body was imbued with my master's scent; a warm sensation slowly spread from my lower abdomen
throughout A numbing pleasure coursed through me, and my obedience and attachment to my master were deeply imprinted
in my heart. Thus, I was marked as his possession, becoming an obedient slave.

"My master, I love you the most! Xiaoyao will do everything in your power for you. Please
love !"

---The End---

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