"Ha ha... ha ha ha!"
"Come here, my brave slave!" Fujiwara Kyoko tugged on the chain with a hint of excitement, pulling Yuta Yamano closer to her.
"When are you meeting your childhood friend?"
"Tomorrow, on Saturday, Master."
Yuta Yamano, despite feeling a bit shy at first, found himself becoming more comfortable with calling her "Master" as the conversation went on.
After all, no one else is listening.
The evening breeze gently caressed Fujiwara Kyoko's green hair, guiding her thoughts.
"I see... Make sure to take her to the movies tomorrow. Remember to reserve a seat for me next to you."
"Um, okay."
"Alright, time to get down to business, come here."
Fujiwara Kyoko exerted a slight pull on the chain, forcing Yuta to bend over and lean toward her, who was seated on the chair.
With a somewhat rough gesture, Fujiwara Kyoko grabbed Yuta's hair and pulled him closer, capturing his lips as their tongues intertwined.
At that moment, the old streetlight flickered to life, casting a faint glow around them.
Accompanying the light was the flash of Ito Yoshito's phone camera.
However, due to the sudden brightness, Fujiwara Kyoko and Yuta Yamano, having spent so long in the dark, were temporarily blinded and failed to notice.
"Look!"
Fujiwara Kyoko pushed Yuta away, forcing him to kneel on the ground as she loomed over him.
"It's an honor that I'm treating you to fish, my brave slave."
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Yoshito did not linger to watch what happened next; he had to hurry back to cook for his landlord.
Otherwise, the poor landlord might end up with an empty stomach.
Rushing back to his small rental, he didn't have time to wash the sweat that made his body sticky.
He quickly changed outfits and hurried over to the Masuda residence.
After skillfully preparing dinner and dining with his landlord, Yoshito returned to the small park, walking along the lush green path until he arrived at the dilapidated streetlight.
By now, it was completely empty there, evident that the two had left not long ago...
The solitary chair was covered in various wet and sticky traces.
Crossing past the streetlight and the chair, Yoshito made his way to the public area adjacent to the park.
He entered a bathroom stall, sitting quietly on the toilet lid for a while, but no sounds reached his ears.
It seemed the restroom wasn't a regular meeting spot for the clandestine couple; yesterday must have been a mere coincidence.
Exiting the bathroom, Yoshito didn't rush back.
Instead, he strolled along the desolate streets until he found a quiet patch of grass, where he sat down and took out his phone.
He had an important task to do tonight: he needed to report to his creditor, Kurashiki Reika.
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On a tall building, the moonlight spilled through the glass and illuminated an office, intertwining with the only other light source in the room—
A small desk lamp.
In a soft office chair, Kurashiki Reika lounged with one leg crossed over the other, her narrow eyes fiercely watching a surveillance video displayed on her computer.
A faint blush tinted her beautiful face, the reason for which could only be anger or something else entirely.
"Useless!"
After casting another glance at the screen, Kurashiki Reika cursed, her deep and magnetic voice filled with contempt.
The surveillance video showed her husband in an intimate embrace with his lover, but it was not a live feed.
Merely some footage from the past.
Kurashiki Reika and her husband had entered into a political marriage.
Her father had cooperated with a politician to further the interests of the Kurashiki family, but instead of marrying his daughter off, he had invited a son-in-law into their family.
Now, Reika's husband was that politician's son who had been taken in.
Perhaps because of being an adopted son, Mr. Kurashiki always felt inferior to Reika, obediently following her commands.
After they had a daughter, he rarely shared the same bed with her, and they had grown apart, now living separately.
By chance, Reika discovered that her once submissive husband had betrayed her, pursuing other women behind her back.
It felt as if hot magma was boiling within her, ready to erupt.
Her chest heaved with anger, like a balloon inflating, threatening to burst through the constraints of her clothing.
"Well then, who gave you the audacity?"
Reika's gaze was sharp, as if she wanted to pierce through the screen and punish the adulterous couple.
Once again, she studied the video closely, examining the looks of the woman in order to identify her.
However...
As Reika watched the writhing bodies on the screen, her anger began to shift, as if a strange and seductive darkness was slowly infiltrating her thoughts, filling her with an indescribable sensation.
In the video, Mr. Kurashiki seemed to be releasing all the pent-up grievances he had endured at home, acting recklessly and without restraint, like a wild stallion.
Unfortunately, that pampered body lacked the stamina to maintain his dominance for long. Within minutes, he was panting, collapsing onto the bed in exhaustion.
"Useless!"
Kurashiki Reika exclaimed angrily, lost in her thoughts when suddenly she pondered:
'Hmm?'
'What is happening to me?'
She delicately brushed her fingers across her stunning face, which felt as warm as a steaming hot spring on a snowy night, her complexion vibrant like a freshly bloomed peach blossom.
Her fox-like narrow eyes sparkled like autumn waters, exuding an inexplicable charm and allure.
Afterward, Kurashiki Reika acted as though nothing unusual had happened.
Her attitude toward her husband became more rigid and uncompromising than before.
This, in turn, led Mr. Kurashiki to increase his time away from home, spending more nights with his mistress, thinking he was hiding it well from the "mother tiger" at home.
However, even his lover had been bribed by Reika, leaving him with no secrets to hide...
Everything was under Reika's watchful eye.
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"Ring, ring—"
Kurashiki Reika glanced at her phone, seeing the caller ID: Ito Yoshito.
"Hmm…"
Kurashiki Reika smiled slightly, her previously icy expression softening a bit.
With her slender fingers, she swiped to answer the call, catching the upbeat and sturdy voice of Ito Yoshito.
"Good evening, Mrs. Kurashiki."
"Hmm," Reika replied indifferently, then added, "So, how has Reina been doing lately?"
"Yes, Miss Kurashiki has been…."
Having often chatted and dined with Kurashiki Reina at school, along with their frequent exchanges on Line, Yoshito had a fairly good grasp of Reina's social interactions and situation.
Moreover, Reina frequently complained to Yoshito about her mother, Kurashiki Reika, being too domineering and controlling.
She knew Yoshito would report some of her situations back to Reika, so she sometimes instructed him on what to say.
"However, reporting the queen's situation to others—even if that person is my mom—Yoshito, how do you think I should punish you for that?"
Remembering the proud girl who liked to emulate her mother and often declared she would punish Yoshito, he couldn't help but smile to himself...
She's just so adorably innocent!
"Mrs. Kurashiki, that's pretty much the situation; Miss Kurashiki has not done anything too outrageous at school (like bullying)."
"Hmm—looks like Reina has matured a bit since starting high school," Kurashiki Reika said, a slight smile curling her lips.
Reina's change was a source of comfort for her.
Back in middle school, Reina had surrounded herself with many questionable people to emphasize her queenly status, enjoying their adoration while being oblivious to how they leveraged her family's influence for their own gains.
Now that Kurashiki Reina was showing some positive changes, it brought Reika a sense of satisfaction. Slightly suppressing her smile, she asked again,
"What have you considered?"
Listening quietly to Yoshito's confident voice on the other end, he sighed softly and replied, "It's an honor to serve you, ma'am."
"Hmm…"
As for the agreement between Ito Yoshito and Kurashiki Reika, it all began when she visited him during his hospital stay.
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As the night unfolded, Ito Yoshito lay in his hospital bed, relishing the rare occasion of personal time.
Though being with Miwako Hazuki every day is comfortable and enjoyable, sometimes it's nice to be alone and quiet.
The sound of footsteps echoed down the empty corridor, but Yoshito paid little attention, as it was only a little past seven o'clock, and it was normal for hospital staff to move about.
However, when the footsteps stopped outside his room, he realized someone was there to visit him. Who could it be? Is it Aunt Mira?
"Madam, this is Ito-kun's room, so I won't disturb you both," he heard Miwako's voice from outside, followed by the click-clack of high heels retreating down the hallway.
"Creeeak—"
The sound of the door opening prompted Yoshito to sit up in his bed, turning to see who had walked in.
Two similar figures stepped through the doorway, their long golden hair cascading over their shoulders, shimmering in the light like radiant silk.
One wore a striking red office lady uniform, while the other was clad in the uniform of Seishin Academy.
Yoshito was surprised to see the wife of his creditor visiting him, given he was just an indebted individual.
Though curious, Yoshito greeted them, "Hello, Mrs. Kurashiki."
Kurashiki Reika looked over Yoshito's wounds, satisfied to see they had nearly healed.
Not paying much attention to Yoshito, she turned to her daughter, Reina.
"Reina, this is the bodyguard I've arranged for you at school. What do you think? He's quite strong, isn't he?"
Reina, growing impatient, glanced at Yoshito after briefly looking up from her phone.
Attracted by his good looks, she quickly frowned upon realizing that her mother had set him up as a companion.
"Okay, Mom, I'll stop associating with those people. And as for this guy, I want nothing to do with him. Don't think I don't know; you definitely sent him to keep an eye on me. Even if I have no friends, I won't associate with this guy!"
"Hmph!"
Reina pouted, turning on her heel and leaving the room.
"And I will never think he's 'great'!"
With that, Reina slammed the door behind her.
"This child…"
Reika felt unsurprised as she understood her daughter well.
"Well then… Ito-kun, shall we talk?"
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The crescent moon hung high in the night sky, brushing against the chilly wind.
The silver moonlight poured into the hospital room, making the atmosphere feel almost ethereal.
"Uh, Mrs. Kurashiki, why do we need the lights off for our conversation?"
Yoshito scratched his head, slightly confused.
Tap-tap—
Kurashiki Reika walked towards the hospital bed slowly, the sound of her high heels producing a rhythmic echo that tightened Yoshito's nerves.
"Itou-kun, do you know how much money you owe because of your father?"
Standing at the foot of the bed with her arms crossed, Reika looked down at him with a proud posture, revealing the powerful aura of a seasoned queen.
"It's one hundred million yen (610600€)!"
Without waiting for a response, Kurashiki Reika leaned in, the weight of her words hitting Yoshito like a heavy blow.
An intoxicating scent wafted toward him, disorienting his senses.
"I can offer you a way out, as long as…"
The tension in the atmosphere thickened, filling the space with a palpable attraction that made Yoshito's heart race, each beat echoing like the ticking of a clock, compressing an eternity into that moment.
Fortunately, Yoshito's resilience, honed over the past few days in the company of Miwako Hazuki, kept him anchored under the immense pressure from Reika.
"Go ahead and state your terms, Mrs. Kurashiki."
"Oh!"
Reika's eyes widened slightly with surprise.
Inwardly, she commended him, Not bad with the composure!
With a fleeting glance toward the extraordinary young man before her, a playful smile graced her lips.
He's definitely a spirited young man.
Reika straightened herself, crossing her legs as she sat on the edge of Yoshito's bed with a playful, inviting tone.
"I want you to become mine!"
"Yours?"
Yoshito looked at her in confusion.
'Haven't I already become yours, considering how much I owe you?'
Noticing the perplexity in Yoshito's eyes, Kurashiki Reika chose to remain silent.
She gently licked her deliciously pink lips, her cherry-like mouth glistening, and smiled alluringly at him, her face radiating a captivating charm that left Yoshito somewhat parched.
"Gulp…"
Suddenly, he understood, "You mean, becoming your lover?"
"Hehe… What do you think?"
"..."