[Urban] Erotic Tales Series (Complete) - 17

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The sweltering summer passed quickly in monotonous repetition. Under Ami's manipulation, the only change in the personnel department these days was the staff. The obedient Matsushima Kae was transferred back to Naga's side, swapping places with Koga Yu and Miura Kotone. The other employees became three targets for Ami's hunting. One was a newly recruited employee, and the other two were from the parent company's Public Relations Section 2.

Tsukamoto Sayaka and Hosokawa Noriko, who were transferred back, probably didn't warn their old colleagues. The three newcomers faced Naga's attentiveness without any guard, foolishly waiting for their impending fate.

After midsummer, Naga and Miku finally reached a new stage.

However, to his regret, this new stage did not include the intimate contact he still craved, but rather an engagement.

Naga racked his brains but couldn't come up with any special ideas. In the end, it was the slightly jealous women around him who helped him come up with a proposal plan.

Although he felt it was a bit foolish, he did it anyway. Holding the ring he'd secretly bought, he pulled a bouquet of 99 roses from a pre-prepared locker while shopping at a supermarket. He knelt down on one knee in a small open space amidst a crowded market, and with hundreds of onlookers watching, he stammered through the proposal.

Miku was a little angry, a little touched, a little shy, a little embarrassed, but regardless, she reached out her hand with tears in her eyes and let him put the ring on her finger.

The small metal ring symbolized a lifelong bond.

There was no need for a grand engagement party; Naga and Miku decided to have a modest banquet among their colleagues, which would formally announce their engagement. Perhaps

with a hint of defiance, when the guest list was being prepared, everyone in the company who had had a close relationship with Naga, except for Ami, was invited, including Maeda Reiko, who was about to resign and get married.

However, even after they finished eating and went home, Miku didn't do anything particularly unusual, and her expression remained as cheerful and lively as ever. This left Naga with an unsettling feeling.

The wedding was set for the end of September, only five months after Naga started his job and met Miku on April 5th.

Miku's planned resignation was also finalized for early September, and during her pre-wedding free time, she booked a two-week bridal school, preparing to learn how to be an impeccable housewife.

Miku began handing over her work responsibilities to Kobayashi An. After comparing them, Naga clearly realized how outstanding Miku's work ability was among women. After only about 70% of her workload was transferred, Kobayashi An had to plead with Naga to have Ami help her transfer an assistant to share her workload with Koga Yu.

In a large-scale recruitment drive after midsummer, Ami completely entrusted Naga with the management. The woman named Akiko Shingo, the nominal president of the company, only sent one email and then remained silent on the matter. Naga was seeing this woman's name for the first time.

"She's just using her name to handle legal issues," Ami replied casually when asked. "Actually, Akiko only knows two people in the company right now."

Even the company seal was kept in Ami's drawer; it seemed this president was a very effective figurehead.

Besides Reiko Maeda and Miku, six other female employees had planned to resign due to engagements, and if the timeframe was extended, as many as eleven would leave within three months. The general affairs department and finance department were about to undergo a major reshuffle. This predominantly female workforce inevitably faced such periodic replacements.

The requirements for employee skills were very flexible; if Naga thought someone was good and Ami liked them, the rest could be hired as long as they weren't too bad. Busy at the interview booth, he sometimes thought that, given Ami's approach, a talent agency that didn't require much investment or operational expertise would be a better fit for her.

Those companies not only had plenty of beautiful women, but they were also generally quite outgoing. If Ami simply offered to recommend audition opportunities, countless girls with dreams of stardom would flock to her.

As far as he knew, the Fujikawa family did indeed have two companies involved in the entertainment industry, which explained his deep skepticism about Ami's meticulous sifting of women in such a small place.

When he handed over the last batch of applicants to Ami for final screening, he couldn't help but ask.

Ami shrugged and said, "My dad won't allow it. Besides, I'm not really interested in those idiots who swoon at the word 'supervisor'."

It seemed Ami's selection criteria were quite subtle.

"By the way, why wasn't I invited to the engagement party?" Ami tossed the documents on the table and leaned back lazily in her chair.

“Uh… Miku decided on the list. She doesn’t seem to like you much. I mentioned it, but she rejected it.” Of course, it’s unnecessary to honestly state that Miku had glared at him and said she would never invite Ami.

“Tsk tsk, she still hates me as much as ever.” Ami smiled mockingly. “She invited all those women, so she’s not that jealous.”

“What… happened between you two?” Naga guessed that Ami had failed in her attempt to get close to Miku, resulting in her complete dislike. But judging from Ami’s expression, it seemed like there was more to it than that.

“Maybe, but I don’t know exactly what it was.” Ami smiled and pulled a sheet from the stack of papers, examining the half-body photo that was specifically required for applicants at the top of the resume. “Hey, this girl looks good. Although her chest is a bit small, her face is very cute. Naga-kun, your taste is getting better and better.”

It seemed that the conversation had ended there.

After all, it was a family-owned toy company with a large parent company as its backing. Adding a dozen or so people temporarily wasn’t a significant burden. Twelve replacements were recruited at once. Four with financial experience were initially assigned to the finance department for internships, while the remaining eight were nominally assigned to the general affairs department, performing clerical work and awaiting handover to the current employees in their permanent positions.

Since Naga and Ami had only successfully acquired one of the three targets the personnel department had acquired, the twelve new recruits weren't yet on Ami's agenda. However, Naga estimated based on their appearances that only about five would be targeted, and the one Ami might be eager to transfer to the personnel department first was Mizuhara Yoshimi—a girl with an idol-like face but always wearing black-rimmed glasses, who rarely looked people in the eye and always kept her head down, wasn't very bright, and had a very alluring figure.

Frankly, if it weren't for the recent engagement ceremony and her desires being well-suppressed, Naga would have been tempted.

There's a very apt and simple description of Mizuhara Yoshimi: a girl who makes you want to commit a crime against her. This kind of temperament, which was slightly evident in Matsushima Kae, was so full of it that it almost overflowed from her. He could tell at first glance that this girl must have been bullied a lot during her school days, and even if she had never had a boyfriend, she was probably no longer a virgin.

Even a normal man would have the urge to see her cry, let alone Ami, whose sexual fetish was completely inclined to sadism. Sure

enough, in the second week after the new employee joined the company, Mizuhara Yoshimi was officially transferred to the personnel department for an internship. 【[ pos]

Yinqishou no Dream Eater】 9

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In contrast, Naga's opportunities to seduce his female companions dwindled to the point where he couldn't satisfy his desires. However, busy looking at apartments, he couldn't address his urges for the time being.

He couldn't stay in his old house with Miku, and he couldn't reveal the secret of Ami's continued financial support. Naga had to accompany Miku through countless secondhand real estate agents, spending every day after work looking at apartments.

They agreed that once a suitable apartment was found, Miku would cancel her current apartment, quit her job, move in, and take full responsibility for the renovation. Naga, thinking about their inevitable cohabitation, found the tedious selection process less unbearable.

Although the renovation was the main focus, sufficient space needed to be left for the renovation. Naga, eager to finish and move in together, and Miku, determined to carefully select an apartment she could live in for life, finally bought a nearly new apartment on the fourth floor before mid-August, after nearly half a month of hard work. The two-bedroom, one-living-room Western-style apartment, though small, was enough for a family of three or four.

The building's location was only so-so, and transportation wasn't particularly convenient, hence the low price. Naga lied to Miku, saying he had some savings, and she readily completed the transaction in one go. To avoid arousing her suspicion, he added, "Ah... after paying all this, it seems I'll have to ask my parents for money for the wedding."

Miku was still immersed in the joy of buying a new apartment. She looked at Naga gently and said, "Since it's our home, I can't just stand by, can I?" She took Naga's hand and leaned lightly on his shoulder. "I also have some savings; you don't need to struggle alone. Let's work hard together."

"Miku..." Naga inhaled the air filled with the scent of her hair and asked softly, "Are you really determined to quit your job and stop working?"

"Uh, are you worried about not being able to support me? I eat very little, and I don't buy expensive clothes. I only need one nice bag a year. I think I'm easy to take care of." She looked up at him with a cheerful smile and said lightly.

“You know that’s not what I meant.” Naga scratched his head in frustration. “Miku, your work ability is so outstanding. Putting aside men’s boring pride, I even think you are better than me. You’ve read so many books and learned so much. To just give it all up like this… don’t you feel it’s a pity?”

“Why would I feel regret?” Miku still smiled, her arms around his waist, leaning back slightly, looking at him earnestly. “Naga, I have indeed learned a lot, and I have really worked hard. But that doesn’t mean that’s what I like. I used to think that honing my work skills, getting the compensation I deserve, and living my life step by step according to plan was the most perfect thing. But now I think I was wrong.”

Her eyes were clear and soft, her dark pupils filled with Naga’s reflection. “From the moment I fell in love with you, I realized what kind of life I truly wanted. Now that I’ve discovered my mistake, I must correct it. Things I didn’t know before, I must learn one by one.” She turned her head to look at the simple furnishings in the room, and said slowly, “I want to turn this place into a warm home. I want to learn to cook all kinds of delicious food. I want you to think that no matter how many women surround you, you will always know that I’m here waiting for you at home.”

“Miku…” Naga looked at her guiltily, but the words he wanted to say were sealed to his lips by her slender fingers.

She looked at him, with a hint of helplessness at having abandoned her principles, but more than anything, there was Naga’s familiar, vibrant smile.

She laughed, tiptoed, cupped his cheek, and kissed him. "You must have cast a spell on me."

She paused for a few seconds, then smiled. "I really hope I can cast the same spell on you."

Three days after buying the house for the two of them, Miku completed all the resignation procedures and officially said goodbye to the company.

There was no farewell party, nor did she say goodbye to anyone else. Naga then realized that even though she had always shown a keen interest in company gossip and maintained good relationships with her female colleagues, Miku actually didn't have a single true friend.

Not only at the company, but in the four months they had known each other, he hadn't seen any of her classmates or other close friends.

Just like how she has lived alone in this bustling city all this time...

(Sixty-two)

"Yume, Yumeno-bu, aren't you...aren't you getting married? Please, please let me go..."

Her black-rimmed glasses shattered on the floor, her cheeks flushed, and Yoshimi Mizuhara, powerless to resist due to drunkenness, pleaded with the man on top of her, her bewildered eyes glistening with tears. "If you do this, Shimokawa-senpai will be very sad. Please let me go, I...I'll pretend nothing happened tonight."

Naga held her slender wrists down with one hand, firmly controlling her on the sofa, while his other hand caressed her long, slender legs encased in brown stockings, sliding from her thighs to her taut buttocks, neither answering nor showing any intention of stopping.

In just six days, Naga had easily gained the trust of this introverted, somewhat withdrawn young girl. The engagement ring on his finger also somewhat lowered Yoshimi's guard against him.

Ami, impatient with Yoshimi's advances, worried that Naga wouldn't have time to help him after the wedding, so she urged him to move things forward. Naga, who hadn't had his fill of desire for a while, was indeed tempted. Taking advantage of Miku overseeing the new house's renovations, he temporarily delegated his work to someone else and, under the guise of an overseas visit, took Yoshimi and left early.

They randomly chose a small company with which they had a business relationship, conducted a quick routine visit usually handled by lower-level staff, and then Naga praised Yoshimi's performance since her internship, taking her to a nearby izakaya as a reward.

Dealing with a girl like Yoshimi, who was practically naive and had already won over several urban OLs, Naga easily achieved his goal: getting her drunk.

Sending Ami the room number of the love hotel, Naga knew that the next hour or so would be his time to enjoy the perks.

The drunken state of Liangmei only made him more alluring, easily arousing the beast within men. He made up his mind to be brutal, binding her wrists with a towel. Confirming that the weak woman's resistance would be futile, he straddled her waist and poured a glass of ice water over her head. [The following text appears to be unrelated and possibly spam:] Family dating and couples' dating communities have tons of innocent, wanton women waiting to be fucked! QQ, MSN, etc., are mainly for young girls and conservative women with no other thoughts, basically no chance. But online communities are full of unmarried women and middle-aged women dissatisfied with reality and fantasizing about romance. No login required, no identity needed, free to enter and exit, making it a more ideal place.

Her shirt was unbuttoned, her skirt rolled up to her waist, her bra roughly pushed up, and her private breasts were forcefully rubbed. Only then did Liangmei realize she was about to be violated, and only then did she react and begin to plead repeatedly.

She must have always been bullied; her weak and helpless eyes, coupled with her innate timidity, were like pouring fuel on the flames of violence.

Naga silently did what he wanted, pinching her buttocks, biting her breasts, forcefully kissing her, sucking and playing with her tongue, tearing her pantyhose, pulling aside her panties, and directly inserting his fingers into her still-unwet vagina.

She, as expected, only knew how to beg; even her struggles were weak and powerless. Her previous sexual experiences were likely related to violence. As his knuckles squeezed into her soft vaginal opening, the tight, un-hymenal vagina immediately reflexively tightened, causing her entire body to stiffen.

"This isn't the first time you've been treated like this, is it?" Naga knew that after tonight, this weak girl would become Ami's love slave, a character even more miserable than Kae had been. A slight surge of sympathy softened his movements, and he asked in a low voice.

Tears that had been welling up in her eyes immediately slid down her cheeks. Yoshimi sobbed pitifully, nodding gently, "Please... let me go... I... I'll have nightmares, nightmares for a very, very long time..."

Unfortunately, with his penis erect, a man's sympathy rarely lasts long. Naga shook his head, intending to only make concessions that were less rough than expected. "Not this time." He lowered his head and began to tease her upturned, rosy nipples with his tongue. They seemed undeveloped, with small areolas and nipples like delicate flower buds. Even as his tongue moved, the erect buds remained soft enough. "If you're obedient, everything will be wonderful."

"No... I... I don't want this, um... umm..."

He immediately covered her mouth with his hand. Naga didn't want to waste any more time; after all, with Ami's arrival, his special time would be over.

"Ugh—" The fingers inside her began to dig intensely. Ryoumi's shoulders pressed against the sofa armrest, and she shook her head in panic, letting out muffled groans that were difficult to understand.

This inexperienced, undeveloped body was surprisingly sensitive. When the second finger was inserted, aided by the initial nectar, the inner walls of her vagina began to twitch excitedly. A slippery, oily fluid gushed out, paving the way for the man's penetration.

A woman like Yoshimi, no matter where she entered society, would encounter something like this, wouldn't she? Naga chuckled, tearing off her ripped pantyhose and pulling her underwear down to her ankles in one swift motion. The exposed mons pubis was unusually youthful, with sparse pubic hair covering the simple labia. The tiny clitoris was completely encased in delicate foreskin, almost invisible without close inspection.

There would be plenty of opportunities later. This time, he wasn't going to risk being bitten off by Yoshimi's oral sex. After all, the more someone had been bullied for so long, the more unpredictable their sudden outburst was. It was better to get straight to the point.

He lifted her half-naked body, made her bend over with her hands on the back of the sofa, and caressed her smooth, round buttocks. Naga smoothly penetrated her from behind, bending down to knead her drooping breasts, and swaying his hips back and forth with satisfaction.

Knowing it was futile, the desperate Yoshimi stopped pleading, only sobbing with her head down, her body swaying back and forth with the thrusts between her legs.

Eager to release his pent-up lust, Naga didn't put much effort into pleasing her body. After thrusting for more than ten minutes according to his own needs, he pulled out with heavy breathing, ejaculating a large amount of thick, white semen onto her protruding buttocks behind her skirt.

Perhaps recalling her previous experiences of being ravaged, Yoshimi thought it was all over. She collapsed wearily, kneeling beside the sofa, her cheek resting on her bound hands, and relaxed.

Naga sat down beside her, smoked a cigarette, rested for a moment, then stripped naked. He went into the bathroom, grabbed a towel, knelt down, and wiped the semen off Yoshimi's buttocks. He then picked her up and threw her onto the double bed.

"Captain, what... what are you going to do?" Yoshimi stared blankly, her eyes wide, watching the naked Naga climb back on top of her. She said in a panic, "N-wasn't it already over?"

It seems the guys you've been with before were all rather impulsive, Naga chuckled mockingly. Still too lazy to speak, he pulled her shirt down her shoulders, creating a natural restraint on her arms, and casually unhooked her bra, tossing it aside. He left her panties and stockings hanging around her ankles; it was more visually stimulating. He stripped off her skirt, looking her slightly flushed, sexy naked body up and down with satisfaction, and gently caressed her with his hands.

"Ugh...it tickles, Captain, don't touch there..." When fingers brushed against her ribs, Yoshimi writhed nervously, the strange sensation making her even more flustered.

However, she seemed unable to resist; even her attempts to evade were surprisingly small. "

Okay, I won't touch you," Naga smirked, his hand moving to attack her thigh, which twitched slightly with tension. Instead, his slippery tongue slid across her.

"Ha...haha, it tickles, it tickles so much...Captain, no...it hurts." His tongue slid along the marks on her ribs, bringing a subtle, tingling sensation. Yoshimi gasped and let out a strange laugh, nervously trying to dodge to the side. He

didn't pursue her. Instead, Naga seized the opportunity to kiss her back, bypassing her hands which were restrained behind her back. His lips quickly moved to the rounded buttocks below her waist, nibbling at them gently.

"Waaah...please, please don't bite me." Afraid of being bitten, Yoshimi tensed up, straightening her legs and straining her buttocks.

Okay, I won't bite. Naga licked his lips, his nose almost touching the cleft between her two fleshy buttocks, even able to smell the faint odor of the unwashed young woman's buttocks. That was a unique kind of stimulation. He excitedly sniffed, spread Yoshimi's buttocks apart with both hands, lay on his side behind her, and stretched his neck, licking from her anus to her perineum in one breath.

"Ahhh...ahhh..." The inexperienced Yoshimi instantly stiffened. The unexpected attack on her private parts by a tongue caused her sexy cries to be mixed with a lot of panic.

"How can you do that! Captain...don't touch there!" The sweet touch of a soft tongue relentlessly attacking the center of her buttocks kept coming. Whether it was her anus or vagina, the caress of the surface covered with taste buds brought a fresh wave of pleasure that made her whole body weak. Yoshimi's adult experience was limited to being raped, and she quickly fell into a vortex of lust amidst fear.

Holding her thighs tightly to prevent her escape, Naga skillfully teased her wet crotch with his tongue, skillfully avoiding the most sensitive clitoris, instead circling back and forth between her anus, labia, and groin.

This teasing continued for seven or eight minutes until Yoshimi's legs began to spasm, her pleas turning into wanton moans. Her legs, which had been swaying back and forth, trying to kick away but daring not to, began to involuntarily clench.

He hadn't ejaculated inside her precisely for this convenience; after all, he wasn't particularly interested in the taste of his own semen. Naga inserted his tongue into her wet vulva while simultaneously poking Yoshimi's anus with his saliva-covered little finger.

The muscles in her pelvic cavity were immediately caught in an awkward situation. If she tightened, her constricted vagina would feel the intense stimulation from the tongue rubbing against the inner walls more clearly. But if she relaxed, the knuckles of the fingers would easily squeeze into the sphincter. Her rectum, which had never experienced anything going backwards before, was immediately aroused by a strange pleasure, making her brain feel numb.

"Ugh...ugh—no, don't...my body is...so...so strange...woo—wooh-hmm—!" The first orgasm she experienced in her life came with her anus being played with and her vagina filled with a man's saliva. Yoshimi choked and bit her lower lip, her body thrusting back and forth twice. Her soft thighs tightly clamped around the sides of Naga's head, and she released a jumble of nectar.

This was the moment he had been waiting for. He withdrew his tongue, swirled it in his mouth, and savored the sweet taste of the tender female fluid. Then, he grabbed her buttocks and laid her face up, straddling her chest with her head and feet together. He forcefully spread her legs, lowered his head, and sucked on her swollen clitoris, which was still throbbing.

"Gah, gaah!" Ryomei's naked body stiffened again, and the leg still covered in tattered stockings and panties was suddenly lifted into the air, trembling with a muffled groan.

The deliberate cooling treatment had successfully brought her clitoris to a level of sensitivity far exceeding normal, and with the added effect of her recent orgasm, Naga's tongue had barely touched the soft yet firm nipple, rubbing it back and forth a few times, when Ryomei arched her slender waist and bloomed with pleasure once more.

This was, of course, just the beginning. Intending to use the continuous orgasms as a means of tormenting her, the woman's body, which was entering orgasm one after another under the manipulation of his tongue, soon welcomed his inserted fingers. As his fingers began to move skillfully and rapidly, accurately targeting her easily found G-spot, a delicate and long, melodious moan escaped her lips, and a stream of fluid spurted into his mouth, a flush quickly spreading across her fair skin.

Much thinner than honey, yet slightly thicker than urine, Naga raised his head in satisfaction, turned, and kissed the still-dazed Ryomi, pouring all the fluid he had tasted for the first time back into his own mouth.

While her hips twitched and swayed upwards repeatedly, swallowing her own ejaculated fluid, Yoshimi's mind was probably blank, filled only with intense pleasure.

Naga licked his lips, even more excited by this orgasm. Among the women he had played with, some had orgasmed to the point of incontinence or unconsciousness, but perhaps due to differences in constitution, this was the first time he had witnessed a true squirting. Naturally, merely tasting it with his mouth was not enough to satisfy him. He stared at her swollen mons pubis, which appeared even softer and more alluring due to engorgement, pressed down on her thighs, and reached out his hand.

...More than ninety minutes later, when Ami arrived with a portable camera to collect her prey, Yoshimi's crotch was soaked as if a basin of water had been overturned, and the sweat on her body looked as if she had just been dragged out of a bathtub.

Her hands were outstretched, her legs dangling limply over the edge of the bed, spread wide apart. Her lower groin was dripping with fluid, her swollen anus protruding outwards, her central sphincter almost invisible. From the center of her swollen sphincter, a white, cloudy liquid slowly oozed out, mixed with streaks of bright blood.

But she didn't seem to be in much pain. Her soft tongue hung from the corner of her open lips. Tears, snot, and saliva smeared her once lovely face, yet a hint of a smile lingered on her disheveled appearance, both lewd and eerie. Her eyes, barely open, showed only the whites of her eyes, no pupils visible.

Like a broken doll, covered in filth, she lay there quietly.

(Sixty-three)

Asami hadn't encountered such a perfect toy in a long time. She readily took the next day off, and with Naga, helped Yoshimi into the car and drove her to a private room in that exclusive club that very night.

Naga, who had business to attend to the next day, couldn't participate for long. He only took a few photos with his phone after Ami enthusiastically bound Yoshimi in a lewd position, saving them to an encrypted memory card as a souvenir.

To prevent the dark desires lurking within him from awakening, Naga rarely participated directly in Ami's sadistic acts, and he tried to minimize contact with the women who became Ami's sex slaves.

Even so, the sadistic tendencies aroused by Ami continued to accumulate little by little. Fortunately, this time he finally released his pent-up pent-up desires on Yoshimi, and for a while, he shouldn't have any excessive violent impulses.

Tsk… a real beauty who can squirt. The thought that Yoshimi might become a masochist who couldn't orgasm without being bound and tortured made Naga somewhat reluctant—especially when he imagined her violently thrusting and spurting out jets of fluid.

Oh well, the wedding is approaching; less trouble is better. Naga shook his head to clear his mind and drove away from the magnificent building reflecting the city's neon lights.

To his surprise, on the third day, Ami came to work as usual, but Yoshimi still took sick leave. The girl who had been tormented by Ami for a whole day and night had taken a week-long leave; she was probably curled up in her room, hugging her knees and sobbing.

A little worried about causing unnecessary trouble, Naga seriously questioned Ami about it. Asami, naturally, maintained her nonchalant attitude. "Don't worry, a woman with that kind of personality will happily accept her new identity once she overcomes this psychological hurdle."

"I hope so." Naga was still a little hesitant, but there was no going back now, so there was no point in saying more. "Before October, there shouldn't be anything I can help with, right?"

"No." Asami stretched her legs out to the side, comfortably resting them on Matsushima Kae's legs. Kae immediately pushed aside the bento box in front of her, took off Asami's high heels, and massaged her feet. "It's been a very pleasant time working with you lately. With your wedding just around the corner, I feel bad troubling you any further. Just enjoy your honeymoon. I'll think about what kind of wedding gift I should give you."

“No need, you’ve already helped me a lot.” Naga sincerely expressed his gratitude to Ami, both for these sexual partners and for the financial freedom she had brought him. “Thank you.”

Ami smiled at him and said, “You’re welcome. I’ll need your help a lot more in the future. Don’t forget our cooperation just because you’re getting married.”

Looking at Kae’s beautiful feet encased in stockings, Naga smiled honestly and said, “A lustful man like me would never forget.”

During lunch break, Naga didn’t necessarily have to stay in the office with Ami and the others. When he didn’t prepare lunch, he would go down to the cafeteria to eat, joining a table with anyone and chatting as he ate. He was content with the vanity and superiority brought by the admiring glances from the various OLs around him. As he

left the office, he ran into Koga Yu, who was returning after washing his hands. She glanced at the closed door behind Naga, hesitated for a moment, then quickly walked to his side and whispered, "Naga, for Miku's sake, you have to be careful of Ami..."

"Huh?" Naga was taken aback, wanting to ask more, but she hurriedly opened the door and went back to the propaganda department, leaving him with a string of question marks.

He had known for a long time that Miku harbored hostility towards Ami, but Ami didn't seem to dislike Miku at all. On the contrary, she had always expressed her desire for Miku to Naga, whether openly or subtly. It was as if all the beauties Ami had hunted down were not as good as Miku.

Is it true that what you don't have is always the best? Naga, unwilling to think too deeply, hastily came to a conclusion, rubbing his rumbling, protesting stomach, and walked into the elevator.

Ami's judgment was indeed accurate. Only four days after being raped and played with, Mizuhara Yoshimi had returned to work early. From the subtle movements of her body and her bewildered yet submissive expression, she had convinced herself to accept her changed fate. As a basic reward, her internship ended early after Naga signed off, and she officially became his assistant.

That very night, Yoshimi was taken to Ami's house. This was Naga's first time stepping onto the Fujikawa family's land, and the scenery was largely the same as what he had seen in Kae's nightmare—a vast, luxurious, and dizzyingly grand classical manor.

The servants they encountered along the way all showed Ami considerable respect, suggesting that her status in the family wasn't as lowly as she had always mocked herself. After all, the house only belonged to two daughters.

"By the way, does your sister live here too?" Naga asked curiously, following Ami into the long corridor of the side rooms.

Ami turned her head to look at him with a half-smile, answering in a subtle tone, "No, she moved out after she grew up and doesn't come back even once a year."

"Hmm? Why? Is her relationship with your father bad?" To ease the slight tension that had arisen since arriving, Naga casually asked.

“Hmm, she really hates Dad. I dare say, if murder weren’t illegal, the old man would never dare to see her alone.” Ami shrugged, smiling as she opened her spacious secret room. A variety of unsettling props immediately caught Yoshimi’s terrified eyes. She

really did sound like a terrifying woman.

Remembering he had to accompany Miku to buy materials later, Naga didn’t plan to stay long. He’d only come along to satisfy his curiosity about the Fujikawa family. And, incidentally, he wanted to witness Ami’s rather cruel declaration of ownership.

Unaware of what was about to happen, Yoshimi obediently removed her clothes, allowing Ami to decorate and restrain her tender naked body with rough ropes, fixing her in a shameful position with her legs wide open.

“You go first. She might not be in the mood to do it with you later.” Ami smiled and left, presumably to prepare the necessary props.

Naga didn’t feel the need to be modest; a little sexual release before being alone with Miku wasn’t a bad thing for him. He unzipped his pants, pulled out his penis, and pressed the semi-erect shaft to Ryomi's lips.

"Hmm...you're learning fast, much better than last time." Naga hummed contentedly, grasping Yoshimi's hair and thrusting between her lips. It seemed she had indeed practiced at home with bananas and similar objects, becoming much more skilled than when she performed oral sex in the men's restroom. Yoshimi,

with her pitiful eyes, clearly feeling nauseous but afraid to vomit, instead repeatedly licking with her tongue, was excellent material to greatly satisfy the darker side of human nature. Naga excitedly continued thrusting until she couldn't help but gag, then contentedly withdrew his penis and inserted it into her wet secret place.

It must be said that Ami's training progressed unexpectedly quickly. There was no foreplay whatsoever; simply binding her into a shameful position with rope, Yoshimi's genitals were already soaked. As the thick penis penetrated deep inside, her honeyed orifice, gripped tightly by the rope, clenched excitedly, spasming rapidly with his friction.

Naga completely yielded to his desires, quickly and roughly ejaculating in one go. This utterly unskilled and unromantic rape still brought Yoshimi to orgasm as she writhed within the ropes.

"Truly a born plaything," Naga exclaimed, pulling her hair up and making her lick the residue off his penis.

Ami, who had already returned, then pulled out her tags. Three small silver snake-shaped rings, engraved with her initials, about the size of the smallest ring, with adjustable clasps.

For the next half hour, Naga stood quietly watching, watching Yoshimi's mouth being covered by a leather bra, her genitals being penetrated and filled by a powerful vibrator, enduring the relentless stimulation of lust while desperately watching the hot, sharp needle slowly pierce her nipples and clitoris. Looks like

she'll be taking a few more days off. Naga loosened his shirt collar, stepped over the stain of Yoshimi's incontinence on the floor, and walked towards the door.

Three gleaming silver rings adorned the three most sensitive points of her pale, twisted naked body, shimmering with a cold light…

(Sixty-four)

On the day Yoshimi returned from leave, something even more surprising happened at the company.

Akiko Shingo, the president who almost never appeared at the company and was only recognized by a few of the most senior employees, actually arrived at the company very early.

Naga, who was used to arriving half an hour earlier than others, usually found the company empty when he arrived. In the HR department, there was only Yoshimi, who had arrived early to return from leave, and Kae Matsushima, who was always only a few minutes later than Naga.

As a consolation for waking up early, Naga always liked to touch and pinch Kae's body while waiting for coffee to keep him awake. Yoshimi's early arrival today immediately diverted his interest.

There were only four or five people at the company, and the relatively independent and closed HR department could be considered safe. So Naga confidently let Kae watch over the boiling water while he sat on the large sofa in the corner of the office, reached into Yoshimi's shirt, skillfully unhooked her bra, and rubbed the swollen nipples adorned with silver rings.

Kae had removed those things long ago, and after Tsukamoto Sayaka was transferred, Naga hadn't played with such nipples for a while.

Yoshimi knelt on his lap, her hands clasped together, head bowed, breathing softly, neither daring to dodge nor resist.

When Shingo Akiko knocked on the door, Yoshimi was barely suppressing a moan, having just had a small orgasm. Hearing the knock, she immediately fled like a startled rabbit, covering her buttocks with her skirt, concealing the small area soaked with her love juice.

Kae didn't know the company president, and Yoshimi couldn't possibly have seen Akiko before. Upon opening the door, the three people inside all looked puzzled.

"May I ask who you are looking for? We haven't started work yet, so you might need to wait a moment," Kae politely greeted the guests, pouring a cup of freshly made coffee.

"I'm Shingo Akiko," the tall, slender, and gentle-looking middle-aged woman stated her name directly.

Yoshimi was still confused, while Kae and Naga knew who the visitor was.

"President? Uh... Nice to meet you. I'm Matsushima Kae, the executive assistant in the personnel department. This is our current department head, Yumeno Naga." Although it was a bit comical, Kae still had to introduce herself to the company's president.

"I-I'm Mizuhara Yoshimi. I'm still a newcomer, please...please take care of me." Yoshimi was so nervous that her face turned pale, and she bowed awkwardly to Akiko.

"Oh, you're Naga. Hmm...you seem even better looking than in the photos." Akiko pushed up her glasses and smiled. "Don't be nervous, you can continue with your work. I'm looking for Department Head Yumeno; I have some personal matters to discuss with him."

"Personal matters?" Naga asked with some surprise. "Is this our first time meeting?"

Akiko looked at him, her smile becoming even more gentle, with a hint of subtle expectation. "Indeed, this is the first time we've met. I'm really an incompetent president."

“However, please believe me, I do need to discuss some personal matters with you.” She paused, as if organizing her thoughts. “Let me give you a proper introduction. Yumeno-kun, I am Akiko Shingo, and my husband’s family name is Shingo. My maternal family name is Shimokawa. The Shimokawa of Shimokawa Miku. My older sister, Kazuko, is Miku’s mother.”

Naga crossed his arms, somewhat doubting the authenticity of this identity. Miku, in both her speech and the emotions she usually revealed, truly seemed like a lonely girl living alone. He had never heard her mention any relatives. How could an aunt who was the company president suddenly appear?

But after this, it was clear that a conversation was necessary. He nodded. “Kae, Yoshimi, go and tidy up the reception room. President Shingo, please go with them first, I’ll be there shortly.”

Akiko nodded and followed the two of them to the reception room. Watching her figure disappear around the corner, Naga immediately took out his phone and dialed Miku’s number.

To his surprise, Miku’s phone was switched off. She's usually available 24/7.

Well, anyway, she's just a middle-aged woman. Naga calmed his nerves and chuckled self-deprecatingly. Ultimately, this nervousness stemmed from the other person's identity—Miku's elder. He'd laughed at Miku's nervousness when meeting his parents, but now he himself was sweating over something like this.

Seeing them return, he briefly explained the morning's work to avoid delays, specifically instructing them not to disturb him unless it was important, then walked nervously to the meeting room.

"Wouldn't it be better in the president's office?" Upon entering, Naga realized how absurd the meeting was—the head of the personnel department and the company's president were supposed to chat in the meeting room.

“No, that place is never cleaned all year round, it’s not as good as here.” Akiko smiled and beckoned him to sit down. “Let’s talk here. Actually, it’s nothing important, it’s just that someone wants to see you and asked me to arrange a time. He’s quite busy and couldn’t get away right away, and he was in a bit of a hurry, so he urged me to come over. I only dared to come after calling Ami.”

Her expression seemed a little flustered, even somewhat ingratiating

. As they spoke, Naga carefully examined her. He could see a trace of her youthful beauty, but her features had been eroded by time, and she didn’t resemble Miku much. Only the outline of her face was vaguely similar, a classic oval face similar to Keiko Kuroki’s. Presumably, as she matured, Miku’s face would gradually change into this serene appearance.

“Uh…please just say what you want to say. Who wants to see me?” Since Miku said she was the product of rape, then the father she doesn’t acknowledge is naturally the first possibility. “Is it…Miku’s father?”

Akiko nodded, then sighed somewhat abruptly. “What did Miku tell you about her father?”

Naga, no longer so concerned with the elders Miku didn't like, answered directly, "She told me she has no father, no relatives worth remembering. She always told me she's all alone." Apparently stung by

this answer, Akiko's shoulders visibly hunched. She sighed, picked up her coffee cup, took a small sip, and shook her head slightly. "It's not her fault. She's always been a stubborn child. I've tried to stay away from the company as much as possible because of her. But I really didn't expect her to resign to get married. She had said she would never rely on any man in her life and would live by her own efforts."

She gave Naga a meaningful look. "For someone she's willing to entrust her life to has appeared..." "That's wonderful. I heard from Aya that you're very capable at the company, and that you wouldn't have any problems even if you took on greater responsibilities, is that right?"

It seemed this woman was quite familiar with Aya, and wondered how much she knew about his affairs. Naga cautiously guessed, and humbly replied, "That's too kind of her. I was only able to do this thanks to the help of my colleagues." Not intending to let the conversation escalate into interrogation, Naga countered, "Um... President Shingo, may I be so bold as to ask, what exactly is going on between you and Miku?"

Akiko paused for a few seconds before posing a question: "What did she say to you? About the Shimokawa family."

Naga considered her words carefully, and said in as gentle a tone as possible, "She said that since her mother's accident, the family has severed ties with her and her mother." "They weren't even allowed to attend my maternal grandfather's funeral. That's all I know."

A hint of undisguised pain flashed in Mingzi's eyes. She smoothed her hair with her fingers, her gaze falling to the calm surface of her coffee cup. "Actually, you know pretty much everything."

She sighed for the third time, speaking slowly as if trying to enunciate each word clearly: "My father was a professor at Keio University, and my mother was the second daughter of a prominent family in our hometown. You can imagine what kind of situation such a family would be like."

Her rounded fingers clenched tightly together as she continued: "After discovering she was pregnant due to rape, my sister felt extremely ashamed. Hoping to hide it, she asked a friend for some ancient Chinese medicine, intending to abort the child directly." "It's over." I heard her say that after taking the medication, she bled a little and had stomach pains for a few days. She naively thought everything was fine and carefully kept her secret of being abused by a man. Until… until she realized that the swelling in her lower abdomen wasn't due to increased appetite, and the cessation of her period wasn't a side effect of the abortion. Ultimately, she had to tell her parents.

She raised her hand, rubbing her temples with her thumb, and whispered, "That year, my sister was only 19. My father locked himself in his room, refusing to eat for days and nights, and my mother cried until she fainted several times. At that time, I truly felt that no matter what happened, I would never forgive that man. Never…"

Beginning to realize that Miku was hiding something, Naga cautiously reminded her, "Then… what happened?"

"In the end, my enraged father still kicked my sister out of the house." Immersed in her memories, Akiko's tone became very erratic, as if she herself wasn't quite sure if what she was saying had really happened. "It was snowing heavily that day, and my sister was only wearing a kimono, without even a scarf. I watched my sister's figure disappear into the white snowflakes, crying and begging my father to forgive her. Later, my mother also knelt down and prayed with me to beg my father to change his mind." She raised her eyes and looked out the window. The summer morning light had already begun to radiate a dazzling light, but her gaze seemed to travel through more than twenty years, back to that cold snowy field. "My father shed tears. I saw it very clearly; my father was indeed crying. But he didn't nod, nor did he say a single word. He just stood there at the door, standing there until midnight."

“Shortly after my sister was driven away, my mother fell ill and was bedridden. My father’s complexion also deteriorated day by day. He probably wanted to wait for my sister to come back and apologize, to wait for her to give him a way to forgive her.” Akiko’s eyes gradually welled up with tears. “After my father fell ill, I tried every means to contact my sister. To my surprise, after my sister gave birth, she was taken to the home of the man who raped her. At that time, I couldn’t understand why my sister would give up her stubbornness and dignity to become one of that man’s playthings. Until I saw Miku for the first time.”

“Because of our father’s situation, my resentment towards my sister gradually turned into hatred. I hated her for never coming back to beg our father, instead enduring humiliation and living under that man’s wing, making it impossible for me to touch or communicate with her.” Akiko seemed to speak whatever came to mind, her sentences slightly disjointed. “When Miku was three years old, my father passed away. Two years later, my mother followed him. The family members expressed great anger towards my sister, and coupled with… coupled with my decision, in the end, my sister couldn’t attend any of the funerals. But I know she came. I actually saw her, under the awning on the street corner, twice, in the same spot, she was holding Miku’s hand, standing there quietly.” "I didn't cry. Miku was still little then, so adorable. When she saw me, she would softly call me 'Auntie,' but I… I haven't heard her call me that for five or six years…"

Fragments of memory pierced the already fragile tear ducts of the middle-aged woman. She wiped her eyes, composed herself, and continued, "My relationship with my sister only slightly improved five years after our mother's death. That was the turning point that came with my wedding. After marrying Shingo-kun, I quickly gave birth to my first daughter. Only after becoming a mother did I gradually understand the suffering my sister endured. So-called pride and so-called stubbornness are truly insignificant… insignificant."

“I don’t know if it was because she carried too much pain, but my sister’s health continued to decline. If it weren’t for that man’s abundant wealth to support her, she probably wouldn’t have been able to hold on until Miku went to middle school.” Akiko leaned back in her chair, closed her eyes, and said, “Before my sister passed away, she talked with Miku in the house all night. I don’t know what they talked about, but I can confirm that after that night, Miku was no longer the same Miku. She stopped calling me Auntie, stopped acknowledging that she had a father, and… she didn’t want to live at home anymore. She moved out early and started living independently on the child support paid by that man.”

Naga’s heart suddenly stirred. Some things gradually connected, forming a fact that he found somewhat absurd.

Akiko didn't notice the change in his expression, still immersed in the reminiscences so common for women her age. "That's why I said you already know pretty much everything. All I can add are these details."

Naga shook his head. "I still think your problems with Miku can't be as simple as you refusing to let her mother attend her grandfather's funeral." Akiko

's fingers trembled slightly. She looked at Naga with a wry smile, took off her glasses, and placed them on the table. "Yes, you're right. Since you're going to be Miku's husband, I should be honest with you. I... still hope that one day she..." "Don't look disgusted when you see me. Call me 'Auntie' like you used to."

She hesitated for a moment, her cheeks flushing slightly, then shifted her gaze back to the window. "Miku knowing that Mother wasn't allowed to attend the funeral was just the beginning. At that time, although she resented me, she still remembered my love for her. When she moved out, she even gave me the address and phone number of her rented apartment. What happened later severed all contact between us. From then on, her eyes were filled with contempt when she looked at me. I know she looks down on me, just like... I looked down on my sister back then."

"Then... what happened?" Not only was he curious, but Naga also wanted to know more about Miku's family, especially after vaguely guessing the identity of Miku's father. He wanted to know just how many unknown relationships this twisted family hid.

“Actually, this company originally belonged to my husband.” Akiko stroked the armrest of the sofa, looking blankly at her knees. “He was the only son in the family. Although he wasn’t good at business, he still inherited the position of president after his father-in-law’s health deteriorated. Before he passed away, the company was already on the verge of collapse. After I took care of his funeral arrangements, all I inherited was a mountain of debt that was driving me crazy. A father-in-law paralyzed in bed, a daughter in high school, and a son in elementary school. And before that, I was just a simple housewife. I couldn’t even understand a single page of the spreadsheets I was given in finance class.”

It seemed to be a recollection. Having experienced something painful, Akiko's lips turned pale, and her expression became somewhat haggard. "I even thought about suicide, taking my father-in-law and children with me to another world, to escape this cruel reality. But I couldn't bear it... My children are still in the prime of their lives, they haven't fully tasted the joys of life yet, how could I bear to take them away like that?"

Seeing Akiko fall into a brief silence, Naga carefully asked, "Afterwards... someone helped you, right?" He had already formed a guess in his mind, but he wasn't sure, and it seemed too absurd.

"Yes," Akiko sighed deeply, "someone helped me. That person easily saved the company. In fact, he basically supported our whole family through this company with his own wealth. I always knew that Miku's father had this ability, but because of my sister's situation, I didn't want to ask him for help. I never expected that he would take the initiative to help me."

"For what?" Having already confirmed the man's identity in his heart, Naga naturally asked this question. A man like that wouldn't do anything without a purpose. His mistress's sister wasn't worth his trouble.

"For...my son," Akiko said softly after a long silence. "He has many women, more than he can count. But only two women have successfully conceived his children. One of them is my sister, Kazuko. He only has two daughters, and he desperately wants a son. He thinks there's something wrong with those women's bodies. My sister is dead, and that somewhat famous star committed suicide long ago due to depression. The women who naturally gave birth to his children are all gone, so he..." She trailed off, as if touching a wound in her heart, before continuing, "...set his sights on me. I'm Kazuko's sister, we share similar blood, and I already have a son."

The rest was easy to guess. A widow completely trapped in the quagmire of cruel reality had no chance of escape from such a cunning and skilled hunter. Naga couldn't bear to press further; she knew enough. Miku's contempt for Akiko was probably the main reason.

That woman who looked down on her mother so much ultimately became a humiliating mistress just to survive. Compared to Kazuko's helplessness and despair after being raped, Akiko's compromise was indeed more unforgivable to Miku.

A tense silence lasted for five or six minutes. Perhaps this narration had somewhat released her pent-up bitterness, because Akiko's tone became slightly lighter. "Although Miku won't forgive me, I still don't regret it. My children are living well; they are all happy now. For them, any humiliation I endured was worth it." A vengeful smile appeared on her face. "Fate is still fair; that man still doesn't have a son, and I think he never will."

"It's him who wants to see me?" Although Naga wanted to avoid the topic, now that she knew that the man was Miku's father, no matter how chaotic her heart was, she had to face this inescapable relative.

Akiko nodded. “Miku kept it a secret so well. She probably didn’t want her father to know she was getting married at all. She even made up an excuse to get the family register transcript. She said she needed it until the end of September, probably because she wanted to complete the registration after the wedding, officially becoming a member of the Yumeno family, before telling her father.”

“They… haven’t severed ties?” Naga couldn’t help but ask when she heard about the family register transcript.

“Legally not. Like Ami, although Miku took her mother’s surname, she is still registered in the Fujikawa family as an illegitimate child.”

Akiko revealed the surname that she had been deliberately avoiding. Naga leaned back in her chair with a wry smile and said with a self-deprecating tone, “Fujikawa Kengo, I’ve seen that name in magazines countless times. I never imagined that one day I would be meeting him in person as his future son-in-law. Aunt Akiko, could I know in advance what his opinion is on my marriage to Miku?” The “Aunt” was a

perfectly timed way of flattering Akiko. She thought for a moment, but still… He shook his head regretfully. “I can’t fathom what that person is thinking. I only know he wants to see you. If Ami hadn’t told him last night, he wouldn’t have known about Miku’s marriage, which made him very angry. I have to remind you, he has no heir now, and the marriage of his two illegitimate daughters is not a trivial matter for him. Ami has some psychological issues, and the possibility of a normal marriage is very small. He has always valued Miku and must have planned to have her take his surname and then marry into the family. It concerns the inheritance of a huge company, so I think you should prepare yourself mentally first.”

Naga clenched his hands and closed his eyes to think.

Miku’s words from not long ago flashed through his mind again, “Just thinking about life after becoming Yumeno Miku makes my fingertips tremble with happiness.”

He opened his eyes, stood up, and felt incredibly calm.

“You can tell him that I can see him anytime.”

(Sixty-five)

The two most prominent women around him were actually Fujikawa Kengo’s daughters. Just for this connection, Naga wanted to see him too.

He hadn't coveted the Fujikawa family's fortune; after all, if he were truly greedy, Asami would have been a more suitable choice for him, given that he didn't yet know Miku's true identity.

However, this didn't mean he wouldn't be overjoyed when such a huge opportunity seemed to be right before his eyes.

Miku was Asami's older sister, the first in line to inherit the Fujikawa family fortune—this truth made Naga feel his blood boil.

Along with this, some trivial matters related to Miku that he had previously wondered about became clear: her understanding and dislike of Asami, the misleading information she initially gave Naga about the personnel department, and later… Kae's abrupt transfer to Asami's side.

But since it was all in the past, he didn't want to dwell on it anymore. Looking to the future was the most important thing.

Asami had always known the truth, but had always kept it hidden. Naga wondered what she was planning, but it certainly wasn't anything good. He suddenly remembered what Ami had said before he raped her: "If it's you, you'll regret it in the future." and her later, meaningful statement: "If you can keep me happy, making you the son-in-law of the Fujikawa family isn't unacceptable to me."

Now, thinking about it, she had never actually agreed to the marriage. The so-called son-in-law of the Fujikawa family was actually referring to Miku.

That cunning woman. A chill ran down his spine. After seeing Akiko off, Naga immediately returned to the personnel department office, intending to have a serious talk with Ami and ask her what she was planning.

Half-sisters involved in inheritance disputes couldn't possibly be the kind of relationship Ami had deliberately created—a relationship of unrequited love.

Unexpectedly, Ami wasn't there. Kae had returned all the work he had assigned her, along with Ami's leave notice. He picked up the phone and dialed, but it was switched off.

A sense of foreboding rose within him. He dialed Miku's number, but again, only the switched-off message answered his anxiety.

Remembering what Akiko had said about Asami specifically reminding her father about Miku last night, Naga felt a sense of unease.

"No, I have to go to the apartment." The more Naga thought about it, the more uneasy she felt. She put aside all her work, quickly gave a few instructions, put on her coat, and rushed out of the office.

His first stop was their new home, a high-rise apartment building. Upon arrival, he found only the renovation team busily working on the project. The woman who was supposed to be there supervising had reportedly left that morning, looking preoccupied.

Where could she have gone? After buying basic furniture for the new place, she had cancelled her previous apartment lease. Still, Naga, clinging to a sliver of hope, went to check. The newly moved-in student, clearly annoyed by his intrusion, simply replied that no one had been there and slammed the door shut.

He drove to the Fujikawa family mansion. The servants remembered him, but none of the masters were home. Only a glamorous woman, presumably Fujikawa Kengo's current mistress, politely greeted him, but upon hearing Miku's name, her expression clearly showed disgust.

He then hurried to the private club on the upper floors of the hotel. Thanks to Ami, he was now a VIP member with unrestricted access. But Ami wasn't there, and of course, Miku was even less likely to be.

He stood by the car door, lost and desperate, looking at the crowded streets around him. He suddenly felt how vast the city was, and how difficult it was to find someone.

He got into the driver's seat, leaning back dejectedly, trying to think of places Miku might have gone, or rather, places Asami might have taken her.

Before he could think of anything, his phone rang.

He picked it up excitedly, then was disappointed to find that the number flashing on the screen didn't belong to Asami or Miku, but to his younger brother, Hoshina.

Not in the mood to answer Hoshina's call, Naga wanted to hang up immediately, but remembering that Hoshina rarely contacted him first, he picked up the phone and answered anyway.

"Hey, what's up?"

"Ah, bro, if you have time for lunch today, could you come home for lunch? My girlfriend, whom I mentioned last time, I'm planning to bring her home for lunch today. Thanks to you, she doesn't have to go through all that trouble hiding from her debt collectors anymore. By the way, 'Kagiri Dream' is the name she used to hide from them. I'll introduce her to you properly again today. She's been saying she wants to thank you in person. So, bro, you should..."

Hoshina's tone was incredibly excited, a level of excitement he hadn't felt since his teenage years. Normally, Naga might have pretended to be happy for him, but now, he was in no mood.

Interrupting his brother, he declined, "Ah... I'm sorry, Hoshina, I have something very important to do. We'll meet again another time. I have to go now."

After hanging up, for some reason, a strange feeling welled up inside Naga. It was like a premonition, yet not quite real.

It was as if he had unknowingly missed something very important...

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