At half-past ten in the evening, the busiest nightclubs in Tokyo experience their greatest influx of customers.
It was in one of these nightclubs that Haruji Harada was indulging himself, choosing the most luxurious private room available. At this moment, the room echoed with lascivious music, and a few scantily clad seductresses were gyrating before Haruji Harada, teasing him as he lounged on the sofa.
A beauty peeled a grape and brought it to Haruji Harada's mouth, which he swallowed nonchalantly. He burst out in loud laughter, planted a firm kiss on the woman's face, and gave her chest a rough squeeze.
Another beauty wrapped her arms around Haruji Harada's neck, cozying up in his embrace, and cooed with a teasing smile, "Mr. Harada, you are a married man, and your wife is the most beautiful princess of the Japanese royal family. With such a gorgeous wife at home, yet you still come to the nightclub to play with us sisters, you're really bad!"
