THE voice Kurihara always used when he called her “Miss Tsujikawa” whispered in her ear with a rush of hot breath. Satsuki’s body shuddered violently.
“...Are you quivering? How cute...” Kurihara cooed. Holding her frozen stiff body in his arms, he began combing his fingers through her soft, beautiful, black hair. Satsuki’s body began to shiver in disgust.
“I probably shouldn’t say this, Miss Satsuki, but...I’ve been in love with you from the moment I first saw you,” he confessed in a sensual voice. Moving fluidly with the ease that suggested a certain degree of experience, Kurihara ran his hands over Satsuki’s face, down to her chin as he lovingly moved her hair to rub against his cheeks.
“Ah...”
Satsuki’s body wouldn’t stop trembling. A part of her felt terrified and embarrassed that she wanted to burst into tears. There was only one source for those feelings.
You always act so high and mighty, so why the hell are you trembling? The moment Kurihara pulled her into an embrace, Satsuki’s mind was so unnerved...the door to her heart popped open...
“...No...”
The thoughts, mental images, and delusions of those nearby flowed into her mind, rendering her immobile. The thoughts of people not present entered as raucous noise with Kurihara’s thoughts loudly roaring over them all.
It’s not every day I getta screw a giant corporation’s princess.
“Let go...of me...” she weakly squeezed out as the whirlwind of thoughts overwhelmed her.
I’m gonna bang this bitch till her pretty little face is totally trashed.
“No! Let go...of...me...”
It’d be a riot if she’s better than Narusawa after putting on such a wholesome face!
“Unhand me!”
Satsuki’s mind was hit by an onslaught of lustful male fantasies that entered the realm of depraved. She saw the thoughts and fantasies of men who viewed her as nothing more than a sex toy meant for deriving their own pleasure.
“No...!”
This was hardly the first time a man portrayed Satsuki as his plaything in his fantasies. She had grown accustomed to seeing and sensing human lust. Hurt and saddened each time, she simply faced it with somewhat cold eyes and declared with resignation, “That is human nature.” On the other hand...
“Miss Satsuki! Don’t be uncouth! It isn’t ladylike to scream like that!” Kurihara chided. Scream louder! That’ll make this all the more fun!
This wasn’t the usual “fantasy.” This was happening to her. It was “reality.” Satsuki quickly swallowed the scream rising in her throat. Screaming and shouting in opposition would only give this man pleasure. She wanted to use her powers to thrust him away, but the images rushing into her mind made it difficult to know if she could hold back enough not to accidentally rend him in half…
While chiding, Kurihara held her close as he forced her to sit upon the rug. Then he suddenly pushed her backwards against the floor! Even with the rug for cushion, the floor underneath was hard. It was only natural for her body to be stunned after a man shoved her against such a hard surface. Hitting her head and back against the floor, Satsuki’s hold on consciousness slipped for a moment as her vision blurred.
Is this...“real”? Is this man really trying to use me to sate his lust...? This isn’t just another sick fantasy of some random passerby on the street...?
The thoughts Satsuki always read revealed the undisguised truth. And then there were the fantasies and delusions that dwelt within human hearts, spawning the moment they saw whatever attracted a person’s desire. But this was reality. Unfamiliar fear at the terrifying reality she was being touched—overpowered—by this man filled her heart with greater horror than she ever knew before.
“What...are you...doing...?” she asked. Her mind was foggy from the blow to the head and the opened door to her heart. Her voice came out thin, like she squeezed it from her throat.
“I said I’m going to show you a good time. Don’t you remember, darling?” Kurihara said gently as his hands boldly caressed her thighs. They dove under her skirt, slid back out, only to dive back under. With each “dive,” his hands explored more and more territory.
Damn... She’s freaking soft... This is the best! Along with Kurihara’s thoughts came his mental arousal and its surges. I can’t wait to see how she puts up a fight... I bet that prick has enjoyed playing around with her.
A new silhouette emerged in his fantasies, revealing the figure of Shindo.
It isn’t right for the bastard to keep all of the fun to himself. He’s gotta share a sweet tush like this... I’ll be happy to trade her for Narusawa, ha!
Satsuki was filled with sad rage by the complete misunderstanding born in Kurihara’s thoughts as he lowered Shindo to his own level.
“Do you...honestly...think you’ll get away with this...?” Satsuki spat words of defiance in an attempt to regain her composure, but they didn’t carry her usual noble dignity due to her hazy consciousness. It only came across to Kurihara’s ears as a woman’s pathetic attempt at resistance before getting raped.
“You’ve got it all wrong, Miss Satsuki. I said I’m going to show you a good time, remember?” Kurihara sneered. His hands stopped caressing her thighs to tear off the sailor dress’s dickey and remove the waist belt. “It’s the staff’s duty to serve their employers. Don’t limit yourself to Mr. Shindo. Allow me to serve you as well! If I had a boss as hot as you, I’d give you all I’ve got, Miss Satsuki!”
With an experienced hand, he deftly slid open the zipper along the back of her uniform.
“No...!” she screamed. A sharper shock stopped him just short of stripping the dress off her.
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“I’VE been waiting for you, Mr. Shindo,” Narusawa purred, greeting Shindo over the threshold upon opening the door to her private suite.
“I’m sorry for the wait. Here is your extra birthday party invitation,” Shindo replied as he offered the invitation, but Narusawa didn’t take it. Instead, she yanked his extended hand toward her.
“It’s such a rare treat to have you! You might as well come in for a spell,” she insisted.
“I’m sorry, but it is time to pick up Miss Satsuki,” he declined.
She expected a response along those lines. Her arms suddenly sprawled out as she twisted to collapse onto Shindo’s chest.
“Miss Narusawa? Are you all right?” he asked.
“...I’m sorry... I was suddenly struck by a dizzy spell...”
“In that case, you should take it easy for a while. I’ll leave you to rest,” he dismissed, excusing himself.
“Mr. Shindo...”
As he was about to pull away, Narusawa rested her hands against his chest and gave him the same look through her lashes she gave Kurihara when he was “serving” her.
“Kurihara isn’t here right now. I don’t trust my footing, so could you at least help me to the sofa...?” she asked in a sultry voice.
“Are you okay?” he asked. He offered Narusawa one hand while he wrapped his other arm securely around her shoulders for support as he helped her take unsteady steps toward the sofa in the center of the private suite. He eased her onto the edge of the sofa, stacked a mound of pillows for her on one of the armrests, and helped her lay down.
“Would you like me to get a cold towel?” he asked, leaning over her.
As Shindo looked into her eyes, Narusawa scooped his hand into both of her own and squeezed it tightly. “I’d prefer your hand. It feels so nice and cool...” she replied. Closing her eyes, she rubbed his hand against her cheek. “You have cold hands, just like your cold appearance... But I don’t mean that as the unpleasant sort of cold. It’s wonderfully pleasant...”
She proceeded to kiss the palm of his hand. Ever so slightly, she slipped her tongue between her lips, sliding it from the palm down to the tip of his middle finger.
“For such masculine hands, your long fingers are awfully pretty,” she appraised. Once her tongue reached his fingertip, she lightly nipped the middle finger, firing stimulation from its tip. The whole thing came across suspiciously seductive, but naturally, that was Narusawa’s intent.
Narusawa had her eye on Shindo for quite some time. Already somewhat bored of her attendant, she jumped on the opportunity to go after Shindo when Kurihara expressed interest in Satsuki.
“...I wish you’d love me with these fingers,” she said in an inviting voice that would put any normal man in the mood.
Her beautifully rouge colored, seductive lips wet Shindo’s fingertip with a translucent liquid and drew a thin string as she pulled away. A stunt like this would stimulate any man of Kurihara’s caliber. Narusawa was confident it’d work just as she planned. She was certain she could make this man fall for her.