The day after their brief encounter, Kazuya met Yumi again. This time, there were no distractions. No pleasantries. Just the cold weight of the task ahead.
Kazuya had chosen a small, quiet café, one tucked away from the bustling city. The low hum of conversation and the clink of coffee cups created an almost serene atmosphere. But there was nothing serene about what he was about to do. He wasn't here for idle chit-chat or lighthearted conversation. No. This was business.
Yumi was already seated at a corner table when Kazuya arrived, her eyes emotionless as ever as he walked in. He was aware of it. It didn't matter. She was only a tool.
She looked up as he approached. "You're here because I need you to do one thing. One simple task. You're going to help me take down a man. A powerful man." Kazuya continued, his voice steady, almost soothing.
"His name is Osamu Takahashi," Kazuya said, as if speaking about a mere acquaintance. "He's the CEO of the company you work for. He's arrogant, prideful, and most importantly—he thinks he's untouchable. But that's about to change."
Yumi's eyes widened slightly, but she said nothing. "You see," Kazuya continued, his voice a calm, deliberate rhythm, "Takahashi has an ego so fragile, it could shatter with a single push. He's used to getting what he wants. And right now, he wants you."
Yumi wasn't the kind of woman who attracted men like Takahashi. She wasn't special. But Kazuya had already mapped out everything in his mind. She would become exactly what he needed her to be.
"You're going to seduce him, Yumi," Kazuya said, his voice low and commanding. "You're going to make him think he's in control. But everything will be recorded. Every word, every touch, captured for the world to see. He won't know what hit him."
For a moment, the silence stretched between them, thick and oppressive. Yumi was fighting herself, he could see it in the way she stiffened, in the small tremor of her hand as she set the coffee cup down on the table.
But Kazuya had already won.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Yumi nodded. Slowly. Her face still pale, her lips trembling. "I understand."
Kazuya allowed a small, almost imperceptible smile to curve his lips. "Good. The first step is simple. Make him think he has control. Draw him in. Let him believe you're interested.
And remember, this is just the beginning."
Yumi didn't respond. She didn't need to. Kazuya had already planted the seed. It would grow, and she would do exactly as he commanded.
"You're dismissed," Kazuya said, his tone as cold and impersonal as ever.
Yumi stood up from the table, her movements stiff and robotic, almost as if she were in a trance. Kazuya watched her leave without a word. He didn't need to watch her. She was already his.
As he sat alone in the café, Kazuya's mind raced with possibilities. This was just the first layer of his plan. The CEO would fall, and with him, the next part of the puzzle would fall into place. Everything was going according to plan. Every move calculated, every step deliberate.
The game had already begun.