[The Girls' School Teacher] (Episode 23, Chapter 4)

Chapter Four: Desperate Ecstasy

Basic Information: Masahiro Nakamura, male, 39 years old, NHK News Production Director.

Personality and Hobbies: Greedy and lecherous, he often uses his position to blackmail female NHK reporters and anchors into having

relationships . Two of these women are his regular mistresses.

Family Situation: Divorced, no children.

Areas of Activity: During working hours, he is at NHK headquarters, often having affairs with his mistresses in his office. At night, he likes to

meet his mistresses at the "Wakayama" love hotel in Nakano Ward.

Employer's Request: Kill Masahiro Nakamura at NHK headquarters, preferably in connection with a scandal.

Past Crimes: To obtain a female anchor, he not only drugged her but also bribed members of the Black Organization to

cripple her husband and pushed a female staff member who disobeyed him off Sanpin Road, causing her

serious injury.

November 15th, Tuesday evening.

Looking at this request in my email inbox, I pondered.

Masahiro Nakamura was definitely hated. Clearly, the client wasn't one of the women he'd taken advantage of, because ten

million US dollars was a price none of those women could afford.

But how could a mere production director for NHK's morning news have incurred such deep

hatred that someone would offer ten million US dollars to hire North America's top assassin to kill him?

He picked up the phone and dialed William, asking if he was hiding anything.

William on the other end of the phone immediately protested his innocence, "Doctor, how could I do such a thing?

This I also checked, and this Nakamura Masahiro isn't very capable. At most, his father is

the deputy director of NHK."

I frowned. "Deputy director? What does he oversee?"

William said, "Technical support for the television station, and technical response in disaster situations. His position is ranked

last among the eight deputy directors; he's not worth paying attention to at all."

"Okay, that's all for now,"

I said calmly. "Remember to ask them for more detailed information next time."

"Hehe, I know,"

William said confidently. "Doctor, do you really think anyone would dare to deceive us? Aren't they afraid of being

hunted down by North America's number one assassin?"

I laughed and hung up the phone. William was right. Several people had provided inaccurate information before, and

I had cut off one of their hands as punishment. Since then, no one has dared to

joke ; they all provide information honestly.

Back in the room, I saw Kyoka fast asleep, her face showing a languid look after being pampered.

She's been very busy these past few days. Besides the fatigue from work, the sudden expansion of the hospital and

the surge in the number of doctors are all things to worry about.

There's also the accommodation arrangement for the new doctors; whether they want to live in apartments or

rent elsewhere, she has to discuss and decide with the doctors' wives – a way of winning them over, I suppose!

When Kyoka told me, she felt being a hospital director was exhausting, and she preferred the old, smaller scale,

where she could help people without being too tired.

For a kind girl like Kyoka, so simple and full of a sense of justice, dealing with so many things is indeed very

difficult. Not to mention, if I weren't here to oversee things, the yakuza and bureaucracy alone would

be enough to give her a headache.

But Kyoka absolutely refuses to give up, so we've compromised. Kyoka and I have decided to

maintain the hospital's current size and not expand it further. With Nanako and Sugiko's help, and with Minori Makimura

as an assistant, we've managed to keep things organized amidst the busyness. It's truly admirable how well Kyoka has managed.

Sitting on the bed, I placed one hand on the beautiful young woman's back, and a stream of pure true energy entered

her body, nourishing her meridians. This way, Kyoka would be energetic and ready for

work .

Actually, there was no need to specifically use true energy to nourish Kyoka's body, because during our intimate moments, I had used

the dual cultivation method; with the balance of yin and yang, the beautiful woman's body had already become much stronger.

But I still felt sorry for her being so busy, so I didn't mind expending a little true energy.

*** *** *** ***

The next day, in the afternoon.

For some reason, the weather seemed to confirm the old saying—"Indian summer"—extremely scorching, making

people feel burning hot.

In this kind of weather, even those fashionable young women who recently favored tanned skin

had to use parasols when going out.

Exiting the Yamanote Line tram at Harajuku station, I took a taxi to the Open Concert Hall

stop .

NHK's headquarters were diagonally opposite. The headquarters was larger than I had imagined, basically occupying the size of a cho (town).

Its design somewhat resembled an airport waiting hall, although the tall, square building on the right

clearly identified it as Japan's largest news television station.

As the headquarters of a news media company, security was very strict. Two side passages were for outsiders

, while NHK employees used the main central avenue.

Before even entering the NHK headquarters building, just approaching the fork in the road marked "Employee Only,"

a security guard bowed to me, gesturing for me to show him my badge hanging around my neck.

I casually took it off and handed it to him; such badges were easy to forge, especially since I

had accessed their system and added my fabricated identity verification.

Having made myself appear quite ordinary, with no obvious distinguishing features, the security guard stopped looking at me after

comparing my photo a few times.

However, I hadn't expected him to have an electronic scanner. He scanned my ID,

beeped, smiled, and handed it back, saying, "Excuse me!"

In front of the NHK building, there was a lot of traffic, both on the left (four lanes in each direction) and on the right (the tall, square

building) with people coming and going.

No wonder, NHK is Japan's largest news television station; with its semi-official nature, it's...

With hundreds of news bureaus across Japan and hundreds more worldwide, NHK employs tens of thousands of journalists and

over 30,000 other support staff, making it the organization with the largest number of employees in the Japanese news industry.

Adding to this the members of its affiliated companies who come and go daily, statistics show that

approximately 2,000 vehicles and 3,000 people enter and exit NHK headquarters every day. Given this large number of people, the number

of people reaching each floor is countless, making necessary security measures essential for ensuring smooth operation.

Furthermore, security measures are even stricter inside the building. Some floors are off-limits to non-staff members,

visitors , and other journalists—for example, the evening news and financial information preparation

team where Sanada Suzu works is a high-security area. Entry requires three card swipes, and the security personnel there know

every staff member, preventing any strangers from entering.

Of course, most floors are less strictly managed; once the floor receptionist approves your request,

you can go to the office you want.

As an assassin, I naturally couldn't leave too many traces on the camera, so I went into

a restroom on the second floor, removed the vent cover from the ceiling of a stall, and quickly slipped inside.

I then quickly replaced the vent cover from the inside, leaving no trace of it having been opened.

Next, I activated the phone's GPS system and, based on the investigation I had conducted the previous night,

moved as fast as I could through the narrow passageways.

The internal ventilation systems of high-rise buildings are always very complex; without the blueprints and

satellite guidance, I truly wouldn't have been able to navigate this maze-like network of ventilation systems smoothly.

All the preparations, including starting from that restroom, were meticulously planned the previous night.

Through this ventilation system, I could reach the eighth floor, the floor of the morning news preparation team, within five minutes,

where there was an office used exclusively by Masahiro Nakamura.

I quickly arrived on the eighth floor, and following the information from the military satellite's intrusion into NHK's computer management system,

I navigated three offices before finally reaching the area above Masahiro Nakamura's office.

The NHK ventilation system was impeccably clean; not only did every office have one, but the soundproofing was

also excellent .

As soon as I stopped, I heard faint moans and a series of sharp,

thumping sounds. Looking down, I saw a large desk with many items pushed aside.

In the center lay a slender, beautiful woman, and a man kneeling behind her, thrusting into her

.

Perhaps due to the environment, neither of them was fully clothed. The woman, in her thirties,

had only her skirt lifted, her black t-back underwear pulled aside, and the man was

entering .

However, watching her swaying and moaning, I felt something was unreal… the reason was simple: the

man's penis was too small, insufficient to provide her with much pleasure.

"Ah!"

After a minute or two, the man roared, thrusting forcefully into the woman's soft, white buttocks, his whole body trembling

.

The beautiful woman thrust backward forcefully, her moans growing louder, but from my angle, I could

clearly see the resentment in her eyes.

After the man finished, panting, he rolled over and sat on the comfortable sofa, casually kicking

the woman's soft, white buttocks.

The woman immediately climbed off the table, knelt between the man's legs, and took his

manhood , sucking and licking it vigorously… After a while, her lips finally left.

The man, of course, looked incredibly pleased. With the woman's help, he put on his pants, but he wouldn't allow her

to lower her skirt, continuing to knead that soft, white mound.

"Sadako, you're getting more and more alluring!"

"That's because you've trained me so well, Director…"

The woman smiled seductively, leaning against the man, adopting a submissive posture.

The man was none other than Masahiro Nakamura. He continued to flirt with the beautiful woman, saying, "Your man hasn't been neglecting you lately ,

has he?"

A hint of embarrassment flashed across Satomi's face, but she still quietly replied, "He's very busy with work,

he only uses me about once a week… Without the director's care, Satomi wouldn't be so happy!"

"Haha, that's a nice thing to say!"

Masahiro Nakamura laughed, satisfied. "Then I have some good news for you too. Ono is sick today

, so I've decided you'll be filling in for the weather report tomorrow morning. Don't miss this opportunity!"

"Ah… really?"

Satomi looked at him with surprise.

"Hehe, what do you think?"

Masahiro Nakamura said lecherously.

"Kiss… Thank you! Thank you! Director, you're so kind…"

Satomi kissed Masahiro Nakamura repeatedly, her breasts rubbing against his chest, and one hand

reached for his trousers.

"Oh..."

Nakamura Masahiro was aroused, but years of playing with women had weakened his body, making

a second round extremely difficult. However, he had a plan. He gestured to Sayoko

to take out a bottle of aphrodisiac from a nearby drawer. After taking one, he immediately regained his virility.

"Oh...oh..."

Having the chance to demonstrate her abilities, Sayoko, with her legs held up, moaned more professionally than before

. Her seductive appearance fueled Nakamura Masahiro's desire, and he thrust even harder.

Seeing this, I flicked a wisp of wind from my finger, striking Nakamura Masahiro's coccyx acupoint.

"Oh!"

"Pfft..."

With a muffled groan, Nakamura Masahiro ejaculated.

"Ah, why so fast this time?"

Sayoko, seeing him collapse on top of her, assumed he was exhausted and asked in a seductive voice. But then she

realized something was wrong. Usually, Nakamura Masahiro would be panting heavily at this time; why was he silent this time

?

As she calmed down, Sayoko suddenly realized that the man lying on top of her wasn't even breathing

.

Her heart skipped a beat, and she reached out to touch Nakamura Masahiro's nose...

"Ah... Help me..."

Half a minute later, Sayoko's shrill scream echoed in the eighth-floor corridor...

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