In Ryo's spacious and luxury office, the atmosphere felt different today. Emi was standing next to him, much closer than usual. Her demeanor had shifted dramatically, and it didn't go unnoticed. She leaned in, her voice dropping to a sultry, almost exaggerated tone as she asked him something about the latest project they were working on. But her words were laced with something else—seduction.
"President...about this project," She muttered almost getting too close to Ryo's ear.
Ryo glanced at her from the corner of his eye, a playful smile tugging at his lips. Emi wasn't acting like herself. Her fingers lightly grazed his arm as she spoke, and her eyes seemed to linger on his more than usual.
"What's up with you today, Emi?" Ryo asked, his smile widening as he leaned back in his chair. "You seem... different."
Emi gave him a coy smile, tilting her head just enough for her hair to fall over one shoulder. Her voice was almost too sweet, dripping with a kind of seduction that felt over-the-top, almost forced. "Oh, nothing's wrong, President. Just thought you could use a little company," she purred, her fingers playing with the edge of his desk.
He raised an eyebrow, his amusement growing. "Is that so? You're acting strangely."
She bit her lip, leaning in closer, her perfume filling the air between them. "You should come to my place tonight," she whispered, her voice as soft as silk. "I'm cooking. I'd love for you to try my food."
Ryo chuckled, seeing right through her. "Are you really that brave, Emi? Inviting a man with a girlfriend to your house?" His tone was teasing, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "You know I confessed my love to you, and you are inviting that same man to your house...do you know what this mean?"
For a second, Emi froze, her playful seduction faltering just enough to reveal a glimpse of nervousness. But then, as quickly as it came, she collected herself. She stood abruptly, gathering some papers from his desk with a flustered expression.
"Well, if you're not interested, that's fine!" she huffed, starting toward the door, though her voice lacked the conviction she usually carried. But before she left, she peeked back over her shoulder, her lips curling into a smile. "But you better come. I'll be waiting."
Without another word, she slipped out of the office, leaving Ryo alone, shaking his head in amusement.
He leaned back in his chair, a soft chuckle escaping his lips. "What is she up to..." he muttered to himself, clearly entertained by her antics. "Looks like my plan had been influencing her a quite a bit,"
He pulled out his phone, dialing Otomo's number. After a few rings, Otomo answered. "Hello, Ryo-sama?"
"Otomo, I'm canceling our appointment for tonight," Ryo said casually, his eyes still on the door where Emi had just left. "Might have a chance to apply some of what we've practiced on someone I love."
Otomo's voice on the other end sounded intrigued. "Oh? Which one this time?"
Ryo chuckled again, tapping his fingers on the desk. "You'll hear about it soon enough. Let's just say... things are getting interesting."
After hanging up the phone, Ryo stood, grabbing his coat. There was no way he was going to miss this evening at Emi's place—not when she had put so much effort into whatever game she was playing. And part of him was curious to see how far she'd go.
Meanwhile, Emi walked down the street, her arms full of shopping bags. She had bought all the ingredients she needed for tonight and a little more, excited for the evening ahead. Her mind buzzed with thoughts of Ryo, and despite herself, a smile crept onto her face.
As she neared her apartment, the old woman who lived next door stood outside her door, staring at the busy road. The woman gave Emi a curious glance and smiled warmly.
"Oh, Emi-chan," the old woman said, her eyes twinkling. "You look so happy today. Did something good happen?"
It was the same old talk from her, that Emi always adored, but today she felt guuilty.
Emi almost tripped over her own feet at the comment, her cheeks instantly heating up. "H-Happy? Me?" she coughed awkwardly, adjusting the bags in her arms. "You must be imagining things."
The old woman chuckled knowingly. "I don't know, dear. You just have that glow about you today."
"I-I'm just cooking something tonight," Emi stammered, trying to brush off the comment. "Nothing special."
With a hurried bow and a rushed goodbye, Emi quickly darted into her apartment, her heart racing. Once inside, she leaned against the door, trying to calm herself down.
"Do I look that different?" she muttered, shaking her head. "She has no idea."
Emi set down her bags and began unpacking everything she had bought. She placed the ingredients on the counter, arranging them carefully for later. Her hands moved methodically as she prepped the vegetables and measured out the seasonings, but her mind was elsewhere.
"What am I even doing?" she whispered to herself, pausing as she stared at the chopping board. "I'm acting like… like some lovestruck idiot."
She laughed bitterly, realizing how absurd her actions had become. But no matter how much she tried to rationalize it, she couldn't deny the truth anymore.
"I love him," Emi finally admitted out loud, the words feeling both strange and right at the same time. "I'm in love with Ryo."
Her heart thudded in her chest, but along with the confession came a surge of determination. Akemi. That vixen. She could see through Akemi's game—leeching off Ryo's wealth, playing the power of her family. Emi was nothing like that. Ryo deserved better. Ryo deserved her.
After finishing the ingredient preparations, Emi decided to take a quick shower. Stepping out, wrapped in nothing but a towel, she opened her wardrobe and stared at her collection of underwear.
Her hand reached for a simple white set, something comfortable, but her eyes landed on something else—something lacy, black, and far more... suggestive and erotic. A blush crept across her cheeks, and she bit her lip as she pulled the lacy set out, holding it up to inspect it.
"Am I really thinking about this?" she muttered, half-embarrassed and half-amused by her own thoughts. She pictured Ryo seeing her in this, and her blush deepened. "I must be losing it."
For a moment, her hand slowly started to move toward her vagina, as if she wanted to touch it, but she quickly came back to her senses.
But instead of putting it back, Emi found herself slipping into the lacy lingerie, the silk and lace hugging her curves in all the right places which clearly emphasised her beautiful ass and simply hid the labia. She smiled at her reflection, her confidence growing.
"Why not?" she whispered to herself, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "If I'm going to steal him, I might as well go all in."
She slipped on a dress—something comfortable but still a little provocative. The kind of dress that made it clear she wasn't just playing, but she also wasn't desperate. As she waited for Ryo, time seemed to stretch, her heart pounding with every tick of the clock.
Finally, the doorbell rang, and Emi's heart skipped a beat. She rushed to the door, taking a deep breath before opening it.
Ryo stood there, looking far more casual than usual. Instead of his usual tailored suits, he wore a simple black shirt and jeans. He still looked effortlessly handsome, but the change in his appearance caught Emi off guard.
"Wow, you look... different," Emi said, her eyes lingering on him a moment longer than usual. "But in a good way."
Ryo smiled, his eyes scanning her from head to toe. "You're one to talk. You look… stunning."
A blush crept up Emi's neck, and she smiled nervously, feeling her heart race again. "Thanks. I thought I'd try something new tonight. I hope you're ready to eat well."
Ryo stepped inside, his gaze still on her. "I'm looking forward to enjoy tonight."
It was a little suspicious smile from Ryo, but both of them knew tonight will be the time their relationship will move forward either toward a positive direction or negative.