Seiji walked Seika ho.
Seika forced herself to stay alert, doing her best not to show anything unusual. Nijika had already returned from the workshop. Seeing that her sister just looked a little tired, she didn't notice anything wrong.
After dropping Seika off, Seiji returned to Ryo Yamada's place.
The mont he stepped inside, Ryo Yamada hopped off the couch and padded over like a small dog. She leaned in, sniffed him, then broke into a knowing smile.
"Oh? That's the manager's perfu. You work fast, Seiji. Took one down already?" Her voice was full of gleeful anticipation, like she was enjoying the show.
"The other two won't take long either." Seiji smiled back, his tone so casual it was as if he'd just finished a trivial errand.
On the living room couch, gumi sat quietly reading.
Hearing their exchange, she rely lifted her eyes and sighed silently to herself.
The first senpai has fallen, she thought calmly. The remaining two are just a matter of ti.
The next day.
Seiji set his sights on the second target: Eliza Shimizu.
Under the pretext of discussing production plans for SICKHACK's next album, he invited Eliza and her bandmates, Shima Iwashita and Kikuri, to Genesis Company for a "business eting."
Eliza was wary, but this was a formal work invitation with all three attending together. There was no real reason to refuse.
And Shima and Kikuri will be there too. It's not just alone.
With her teammates by her side, Eliza felt a bit more at ease.
Seiji wouldn't have a chance to make a move on her.
But reality didn't unfold the way she expected.
In Genesis Company's conference room, the talks went smoothly. Seiji carried himself like a seasoned producer with sharp insight. Many of his suggestions impressed both Eliza and Shima Iwashita.
As the eting neared its end, Seiji smiled and said to Shima Iwashita, "Miss Iwashita, about the new equipnt purchase list you ntioned last ti—I've already had the tech departnt organize it. Could I trouble you to go downstairs and coordinate with their supervisor?"
"Of course, President Fujiwara!" Shima Iwashita didn't suspect a thing. She stood up imdiately, politely excused herself, and left.
That left only Seiji, Eliza, and Kikuri Hiroi—who had been lounging lazily in her chair the entire ti, barely saying a word.
Eliza's heart skipped a beat.
This scene… felt strangely familiar.
Sure enough.
The next mont, Seiji reached under the table and pulled out a beautifully packaged bottle of obviously expensive, top-grade sake, then slid it over to Kikuri.
"Kikuri, this is your 'paynt.'"
"Oh! Gold dal Matsutake!" Kikuri Hiroi's eyes lit up instantly when she saw the bottle, and she shouted in delight.
She picked it up, admiring it fondly, then suddenly turned to Eliza and flashed her a bright smile—one laced with schadenfreude and relief.
"Eliza, enjoy yourself."
With that, she hugged the bottle to her chest, left the conference room without looking back, and even thoughtfully closed the door behind her.
Eliza stared at the tightly shut door, her mind going completely blank.
"Kikuri… she did it again…"
She betrayed her again.
Just like last ti, when she'd been forced to serve Seiji in an office.
Eliza felt her blood run cold, her limbs turning icy.
"Looks like it's just the two of us now."
Seiji Fujiwara's voice ca with a soft chuckle.
He stood up and began walking toward her, step by step.
"D-Don't… don't co any closer!"
Eliza trembled in fear, instinctively trying to jump up from her chair and run.
But her wrist was caught effortlessly by Seiji.
"Right here, or the suite next door?" He looked down at her, a cat-toying-with-a-mouse smile on his face.
"Nowhere!" Eliza snapped.
"Then here it is," Seiji decided for her.
"No!"
Humiliation and anger overwheld her, but she had no choice.
This was an office—soone could walk in at any mont. The risk was too high.
So…
"…The suite," she said through clenched teeth, the words forced out between them.
"Good." Smiling, Seiji scooped her up in his arms and headed for the adjoining room.
Inside.
He said nothing. He simply laid her on the bed, then produced a pair of handcuffs and secured her wrists.
Eliza imdiately rembered Shiwa and Eriri's descriptions in the LINE group.
Will I… end up like that girl nad gumi too?
The thought of following in her footsteps filled Eliza with intense unease.
But Seiji wasn't done.
Next, he took a colorful silk ribbon and blindfolded her. The fabric was cool against her eyelids.
She heard him move around the suite. Heard him undressing. The clink of a belt buckle. Then his weight settled onto the bed beside her.
His hand traced down her body. Over her clothed breasts, her stomach, her hip. He unzipped her skirt and pulled it off, leaving her in just her blouse and underwear. The handcuffs clinked as she instinctively tried to cover herself.
His fingers hooked into her panties. Dragged them down.
Eliza's face burned with sha. She knew what he'd see—the wetness already soaking through before he'd even touched her properly. Her body responding to being bound and helpless despite everything her mind scread.
He spread her thighs apart. She felt his breath on her cunt, hot and close, and then—
His tongue.
One long, slow lick from her entrance to her clit. Eliza's whole body jolted against the restraints. He held her hips down and did it again. And again. Lapping at her like she was sothing to be savored.
Her elf fantasies. He'd sohow known. In her doujins, in the late-night cosplay photos she never posted—the captured elf queen, bound and used by the conquering human lord. A shaful kink she'd never told anyone.
And now she was living it.
He sucked her clit into his mouth. Two fingers pushed inside her, curling against her front wall. Eliza writhed, the handcuffs biting into her wrists, gasping sounds escaping her throat that she couldn't control.
She ca on his tongue. Thighs clamping around his head, back arching, a humiliating moan tearing from her lips. He kept going through it, fingers pumping, tongue circling, drawing out the orgasm until she was shaking and oversensitive.
Then he flipped her over.
Face down on the suite's expensive sheets, ass in the air, still blindfolded and cuffed. She felt him position himself behind her. The head of his cock nudged against her soaked entrance.
He pushed in.
Eliza buried her face in the pillow and scread. He was thick, stretching her open, and the angle let him hit deep. He gripped her hips hard enough to bruise and started fucking her with long, punishing strokes.
The wet slap of skin on skin filled the suite. Her cunt squelched obscenely around him with every thrust. She was so wet, so pathetically aroused, that she could hear it—and that sha just made her wetter.
He reached around. Found her clit. Rubbed it in tight circles while he pounded into her from behind.
Eliza ca again. Harder this ti, her pussy clenching rhythmically around his cock, milking him. He groaned and buried himself deep, pumping her full of cum.
When he finally pulled out, she collapsed onto the sofa, legs still twitching. She could feel his cum leaking out of her, dripping down her thigh. Tears soaked into the silk ribbon blindfolding her—tears of sha, of unwanted pleasure, of sothing breaking inside her.
She'd beco his. Completely. Another conquered piece in his collection.
After a long while.
Eliza finally ca back to herself.
"What about… the band?" she asked timidly, her voice hoarse and weak.
"Don't worry. Kikuri will keep Shima occupied. All you need to do is report that you're safe in the small group like normal."
Hearing that, resentnt and anger toward Kikuri—who had betrayed her twice now—boiled up in Eliza's heart.
At the sa ti, she was secretly startled. Seiji actually knew about their private group chat.
"…Okay." If this were before, Eliza would have resisted or argued stubbornly.
But now, she could only obediently take out her phone and, with trembling fingers, guiltily send a ssage to the "Resistance Front" group.
[Eliza: Daily check-in, safe. Went to see him at the company, but my teammates were with , and we only discussed work!]
anwhile, Shima Iwashita stayed in the tech departnt for a long ti before finally finishing all the coordination.
Kikuri showed up holding the sake bottle and told her that Eliza had left early because she needed to rush an important doujinshi manuscript.
The excuse was perfectly reasonable, and with Eliza having sent an apologetic ssage on LINE as well, Shima Iwashita had no doubts. She left the company together with Kikuri.
In the "Resistance Front" group, the last mber who hadn't fallen yet—PA-san—saw that both Seika and Eliza had reported being safe. Distracted, she also sent a brief "safe" ssage.
Live stream.
Completely unaware that her two allies had already "fallen victim," she finished her dayti sound engineer work and returned to her apartnt, calmly preparing for that night's no-face-cam stream.
Two nights later.
Inside PA-san's apartnt.
Humming an off-key tune, she casually turned on her computer, getting ready for tonight's ga stream.
She felt relieved about her "safety" over the past few days—almost smug.
"Being Seiji's woman ans dealing with all kinds of trouble, getting trained, doing laundry, cooking, cleaning… it's exhausting," PA muttered to herself. "Being friends-with-benefits is way better. Just take a shower and you're done."
"Long live freedom!"
She started the stream and smoothly greeted her viewers.
However, not long after the stream began, an account with the ID "S" suddenly unleashed a barrage of gift rockets in her chat.
The flashy effects instantly blew up the entire stream.
"Holy crap! A whale!"
"Top donor is here!"
"A rich boss has arrived!"
The chat went wild.
PA-san was stunned. Looking at the shocking donation numbers in the backend, her heart skipped a beat.
She quickly adjusted her mic and said, trying to keep her voice steady, "Thank you to 'S' for the gifts! Thank you so much! Um… what ga would you like to see play?"
Soon, a golden highlighted ssage swept across the screen.
[S: I want to team up with the strear to play Delta Force, please!]
PA-san hesitated.
She usually didn't interact directly with viewers—this was how she protected her privacy.
But the other party was throwing money around, and the request was just to team up in a ga.
The chat was also egging her on, urging her to agree.
"Say yes!"
"You can't refuse a top donor!"
"Co on, strear, agree already!"
Uh… PA-san thought it over. Teaming up for a few matches should be fine, she decided, and agreed.
"O… okay. Then let's team up for a bit."
After that, PA-san entered the ga and invited "S" into her squad.
Once they tead up, the other party turned on voice chat.
"Good evening, strear. Can you hear ?"
A familiar voice ca through.
PA-san's mind buzzed, going completely blank.
Seiji Fujiwara.
PA's eyes widened, thoughts flashing through her head.
Seiji definitely has an ulterior motive.
But… so what if she knew?
This was a live broadcast. She couldn't just stop. She could only force down her shock and fear, pretend she didn't know who he was, and keep playing.
"Good evening. I can hear you," PA-san replied evenly, hoping to get through this as fast as possible.
But the gaplay that followed was far beyond anything she had imagined.
Seiji Fujiwara's performance in-ga was godlike. His abnormal physical condition gave him insane neural reflexes, allowing him to pull off unbelievable precision plays.
On a desert map, PA-san was pinned behind a rock by a distant sniper, unable to move.
She tried exchanging fire several tis, only to be forced back by accurate shots.
"Damn it, where is this guy—" Before she could finish, a crisp gunshot rang out beside her.
She froze, turned her cara, and saw that the distant threat was gone.
The kill feed in the top-right corner showed that "S" had taken out the enemy with a sniper rifle.
PA imdiately checked the replay. It showed Seiji firing a snap shot while moving at high speed, the bullet precisely hitting the head of an enemy who was also moving—over a thousand ters away.
The chat exploded instantly.
"???"
"Is this even human?"
"I just witnessed a god."
During an indoor assault, PA-san rushed into a room and was instantly wiped out by three enemies lying in wait.
"There are three people in the room!" she hurriedly called out.
Seiji said nothing. He simply switched to an SMG and charged in like a black bolt of lightning.
PA-san only heard a burst of rapid, rhythmic gunfire. In less than three seconds, three kill notifications popped up in succession.
When she respawned and ran back, she saw three enemy bodies lying in three different corners of the room, while Seiji calmly reloaded his weapon.
"…What just happened?" she murmured.
The viewers went wild.
"He didn't even get hit!"
"Is he a pro player? That's insane!"
"Those reactions are inhuman!"
In the final round's alleyway fight, the battle was tense.
Seiji suddenly said over voice chat, "Go to the corner ahead and shoot the wall. Don't stop."
PA-san was full of questions, but she did as told.
She sprayed bullets at an empty wall, drawing all the enemy's attention.
Just as they tried to flank her from another route, they ran straight into the crossfire Seiji had already set up.
Like a reaper, he appeared from an unexpected angle and instantly wiped out the entire team.
"H-How did you know they'd co from there?" PA-san asked in shock.
"Heard footsteps. Took a guess," he replied lightly.
The chat had completely lost it.
"That prediction was insane!"
"He's strong like he has wall hacks!"
"This boss's skills are ridiculous!"
The entire stream was in a frenzy.
PA-san's popularity skyrocketed at an unprecedented rate.
Viewers were having the ti of their lives.
When the stream ended, the audience was still begging her to keep going. PA-san didn't dare extend it. She made an excuse and decisively ended the broadcast.
In the backend, staring at the "S" donation account with a wary expression, she couldn't help but ssage Seiji on LINE.
[PA: What are you trying to do?]
[Seiji: Just felt like it and wanted to play so gas with you. Is that not okay? (smile.jpg)]
PA-san didn't believe a single word.
[PA: You'd better really just want to play gas!]
She sent the warning and put her phone down.
Sitting at her desk, PA-san fell into deep thought.
She hadn't expected Seiji to co knocking in this way.
But… if it was just gaming, with no offline contact, he shouldn't be able to do anything.
"Right. I'm not eting him in real life anyway," PA muttered, deciding to wait and see.
However, the next night.
When she started streaming again and didn't team up with Seiji, trouble ca knocking.
After seeing those highlight plays, the viewers were no longer satisfied with watching her clumsy exchanges with other casual players.
"Strear, where's yesterday's top donor?"
"We want to see Battle God S! No S, not watching!"
"Yeah, you're too bad."
"Without yesterday's god-tier player, this is unwatchable!"
The chat was filled with calls for Seiji to show up. Left with no choice, PA-san privately ssaged Seiji on LINE, asking him to co online.
Seiji saw the ssage, smiled, and left it on read.
When PA-san saw the two gray "read" receipts, she imdiately understood his intention.
He wants to beg him.
Anger flared in her chest. Don't think you can make bow like this. She quickly contacted her online friend "Kaka-chan" to co save the stream.
Subaru Awa logged on soon after, and the two tead up.
But the viewers didn't buy it. Complaints grew louder, and even Subaru Awa herself said she was looking forward to playing with yesterday's god-tier player.
At that mont, Seiji deployed the paid comnters he'd prepared.
In an instant, the entire chat was flooded with ssages like "We want to see S!" and "No S, unfollow!" The montum was completely hijacked.
Watching her viewer count plumt and the screen filled with accusations, PA-san felt utterly powerless.
Seiji, you bastard!
She clutched her head, cursing him inwardly.
After the stream ended, PA-san listened to Subaru Awa excitedly talking about "God S" and felt her teeth grind with frustration.
Taking a deep breath, she dialed Seiji's number.
"You win," she said helplessly the mont the call connected. "You've gone this far already. Even if I refuse, you'll just use more tricks, won't you? So tell —what do you want?"
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