After that night, gumi returned to her own ho.
The apartnt's living room held only her presence, feeling especially empty.
The three days and nights in that secret room—just thinking about it still sent faint tremors through the depths of her body.
She threw herself back into school and Genesis work.
Work and study were the best ways to return to normalcy. They could fill those blanks she didn't want to examine, burying those restless urges deep in her heart.
School Hallway
During lunch break, sunlight slanted through the windows onto the school corridor floor.
gumi was heading to the library when a figure suddenly appeared beside her.
"Kato-san? Have you been using so new costics lately?" A female classmate she rarely interacted with suddenly sidled up to her.
'She actually noticed ?' gumi felt a flash of surprise.
But she maintained that serene smile on her face, looking at the other girl: "Why do you ask?"
The girl's eyes held a hint of amazent, her tone slightly exaggerated: "It's like... you've beco more womanly? Your skin is practically glowing."
She even reached out, as if wanting to touch gumi Kato's cheek, but held back.
'More womanly? Glowing skin?'
gumi silently repeated these descriptions in her mind.
'And whose fault is that, Fujiwara-sensei!'
Resentnt stirred in her heart, but her expression managent was impeccable, her face showing nothing.
She smiled slightly, explaining softly: "Really? Maybe I've just been keeping a regular schedule lately, and I adjusted my makeup routine a bit."
"Is that so?"
The classmate seed doubtful but didn't press further, soon distracted by commotion at the other end of the corridor.
gumi breathed a sigh of relief, but a new vigilance took root in her heart.
Were her changes more obvious than she'd thought?
She'd have to be more careful!
gumi turned and quickened her pace, disappearing from everyone's sight.
Genesis Company. Break Room.
During afternoon tea, the break room was bustling. The hum of the coffee machine mingled with hushed conversations.
gumi had co to the company after school for her internship.
She grabbed a drink and was about to return to her desk.
"gumi-chan!" A familiar voice called out, stopping her.
"Section Chief?" gumi turned around.
It was that sharp, capable female supervisor. She imdiately bowed politely.
"Oh co on, no need to be so formal!"
She waved dismissively, pulling gumi aside. With the tone of soone who'd been around the block, she teased: "gumi-chan, where did you and the President go on vacation this ti? Looking at that complexion of yours, you've been well 'nourished,' positively glowing."
As she spoke, she let her gaze, curious and playful, roam over gumi Kato's graceful figure.
That look seed to pierce through her clothes, landing on the body that had been thoroughly enjoyed.
This obvious?
gumi silently complained—it was all Fujiwara-sensei's fault!
But her face remained impassive, responding casually: "I just took so ti off to rest."
The supervisor laughed, shaking her head aningfully: "Rest? No no no... more like you got 'well fed,' am I right? I've been around!"
gumi put on a troubled expression, about to argue back.
The supervisor cut her off: "If you don't believe , compare yourself to your photos from when you first started. You're like a different person! Your skin is rosy, your eyes have this glow—no amount of 'rest' produces that."
She even nudged gumi Kato's waist with her elbow, waggling her eyebrows suggestively.
A ripple passed through gumi Kato's eyes.
But she forced herself to stay calm, brushing it off with a light smile: "Maybe it's just that workplace life helps people grow. It naturally gives one more energy."
She quickly changed the subject, proactively asking about work arrangents: "Speaking of which, about the new variety show filming..."
Seeing this, the supervisor tactfully dropped the matter and shifted to discussing gumi Kato's upcoming work.
anwhile, in Seiji's office.
Seiji sat behind his desk, fingers lightly tapping a docunt about gumi Kato's job transfer, a playful curve at the corner of his mouth.
He knew gumi was trying hard to "suppress" herself.
Like a naive girl who'd opened Pandora's box and was now desperately trying to close it again.
"But once the floodgates of desire are opened, they can never be easily shut." Seiji murmured with a smile.
What he needed to do wasn't to crush her with brute force, but to use a gradual, insidious approach to break down gumi Kato's psychological defenses.
To make her accept that she had co to enjoy being toyed with by him.
With that thought, Seiji picked up the phone and dialed the secretary's office: "Notify HR. Starting today, gumi Kato is transferred to the position of President's Personal Assistant Secretary."
"Yes sir!" The voice on the other end was slightly surprised but imdiately complied.
"That's all." Seiji hung up.
He would increase his contact ti with gumi Kato, weaving "training" into the most ordinary daily work.
For example...
While conducting legitimate business, discussing work while playing with her body, making her maintain clarity and continue working even through intense pleasure.
Slowly, the concepts of work and "pleasure" would beco confused in gumi Kato's mind, impossible to separate.
At her desk.
gumi had just received the transfer notice and was organizing files when her fingers paused slightly.
'Assistant Secretary? Isn't this just tying to his side?'
Alarm bells rang in her mind, imdiately connecting this to Seiji's secret room "experint."
Her initial reaction was resistance.
Was Seiji's stamina really this endless? The secret room gas had just ended—how long had it been?
And now he wanted to try "workplace harassnt" scenarios?
While internally complaining, gumi thought about avoiding the protagonist as much as possible. What could be reported by email would never be reported in person; what could be communicated by phone would never require entering his office.
She hoped this "invisible" approach would make Seiji Fujiwara lose interest.
'As long as I don't respond, he'll eventually get bored.' gumi thought to herself.
However, Seiji gave her no opportunity to hide.
He repeatedly used his authority as boss to summon gumi to his office via internal line, specifically requesting her to report in person.
This deliberate arrangent quickly drew attention from company colleagues.
"Kato-san... she's been getting a lot of 'attention' from the President lately." A female coworker whispered in the break room, glancing toward gumi Kato's office.
She emphasized the word 'attention.'
"Given how often she goes in and out of the President's office, calling her a secretary—I'd say she's more like his 'companion,' wouldn't you?" As she spoke, her face carried hints of mockery and jealousy.
"Isn't that old news? I wish the President would pay attention to !" Another female coworker sighed enviously.
The supervisor heard these rumors too, thinking: Just as I thought.
I knew gumi's condition wasn't sothing simple rest could produce.
But she kept her observations to herself.
These rumors soon reached gumi Kato's ears.
'He's doing this on purpose!'
The girl fud internally, but the facts were undeniable—everyone in the company knew.
She couldn't refute it.
The rumors grew louder.
gumi couldn't bear it anymore.
After finishing one work report, she took a deep breath and lodged a protest with Seiji Fujiwara.
She stood before his desk, hands clasped, posture dignified, speaking with complete seriousness: "Fujiwara-sensei, this is... severely affecting my work!"
"The whole company is talking!"
She paused, her eyes shifting, carrying a hint of trying to redirect bla.
"Don't you have Utaha-senpai and Eriri-senpai? They're both in Kyoto now. You could easily find them..."
The girl was trying to throw her fellow sisters under the bus.
Let the senpais draw his fire. That way I can catch my breath.
Seiji listened to her words, looked up at her, as if seeing through to the little sches in the depths of her heart.
"gumi, I'm not looking for you just for simple 'play.'" His voice dropped a few notes, excitent creeping in: "I feel your inner charm still has potential to be tapped. I'm thinking about a new 'developnt' project."
gumi Kato's pupils contracted at his words.
A new developnt project?!
Her body stiffened involuntarily.
"For example, making your mind, like in those doujins, drown in pleasure along with your body." Seiji spoke with great enthusiasm.
gumi Kato's head began to ache.
She pressed her fingers to her forehead, her tone carrying exhaustion and resistance: "I won't beco like that... In reality, people can't beco like those slutty won in doujinshi, with their minds corrupted too."
"Fujiwara-sensei, please stop fantasizing, okay?"
Seiji gave an unconcerned chuckle, his tone carrying nine parts mockery: "Oh? Didn't you also tell that physical deep developnt was impossible? And now?"
As he spoke, he extended his hand, fingertips lightly grazing the inside of her thigh through her professional suit and stockings.
Just that one touch—gumi Kato's body reacted as if struck by lightning. A powerful wave of tingling pleasure instantly spread through her entire body.
Her legs went weak, her body falling uncontrollably into Seiji's embrace.
The desire she'd been suppressing surged up like a tide, overwhelming all her reason and defenses.
gumi let out a stifled gasp, her eyes instantly becoming hazy. Her whole body went soft like lted spring water, like the most delicate flower blooming under sunlight.
'No! My body hasn't forgotten that feeling!' Panic flooded the girl's heart.
"Let help you rember properly, gumi."
Seiji took the opportunity to scoop her up, carrying her into the adjoining suite of his office.
The heavy door slowly closed, shutting out all the noise and gazes of the outside world. Soon, soft moans and the sound of flesh eting flesh began to echo from within, subtle yet lingering.
So ti later.
After a round of intense entanglent, gumi regained her composure.
She lay in Seiji's arms, eyes complex as she stared at the ceiling, secretly distressed: 'I really can't resist, can I?'
After those three days in the secret room, that pleasure seed to have been carved into her very bones.
Even if she seed to forget during normal tis...
The mont Seiji touched her, her body would rember, automatically returning to that aroused state from those three days.
"Fujiwara-sensei, this is too much!"
gumi rarely raised her voice, her tone carrying exhaustion and resistance: "I'll go back to my own place at night from now on. Please calm down."
This can't continue!
I need to cool off properly!
Seiji's fingers traced through her dark hair, sliding over her smooth shoulder, responding carelessly: "Do as you like."
After all, the key to breaking down gumi's psychological defenses was in the work environnt, not at night.
Letting her leave at night was fine.
It was a classic strategy—surround on three sides, leave one open. Lull gumi into thinking she had room to escape.
"Really? I can do as I like?"
Seiji's easy agreent actually made gumi suspicious.
He's really letting go ho?
Could it be he just wants to play out workplace scenarios, and once he's done with in the office... he's satisfied?
"Of course." Seiji said nonchalantly.
"Then fine, starting tonight I'm going back to my own place!" gumi said decisively.
She wasn't sure if her guess was right.
But being able to rest alone at night, without this bastard pestering her, was definitely a relief.
With that thought, she secretly breathed a sigh of relief, while firmly resolving in her heart:
I will NOT beco like those slutty won in doujinshi, with my mind corrupted too!!
From that night on, gumi and Seiji ford a new kind of "understanding."
During the day, she was the sa dignified, efficient assistant secretary in the President's office at Genesis Company.
At night, she returned to her own apartnt as agreed, enjoying quiet evenings alone.
But...
Being toyed with every ti she reported to the President's office also beca routine.
At first, gumi tried hard to keep "work" and "play" separate.
Like one particular ti...
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