12 Hero. Let's burn the world together, okay? (2)

1:25PM.

In a white, penthouse-like room, a man was sitting in front of a desk as he looked at the laptop laid in front of him.

The man had an alarmingly disdain smirk on his lips as his curved eyebrows shook, as they turned into an interested frown. His smirk could be denoted as either devious, calculative, or disdainful; but outside of these three emotions, they rarely displayed anything else.

His eyes however, keen blue eyes, were rapidly dilating as he hummed in surprise.

Hagashi Amami. That was his name, his track record however, was also expansive and equally diverse as his name.

Regardless, the white streak of hair starting from his forehead to the middle of head —combed to perfection of course— shone as he looked at the laptop.

The brightly lit screen of the laptop was displaying the insider stock records of a company called: Deepframe Corporation.

To Hagashi, this company was deeply interesting, even more so than others in its industry of offering and developing artificial intelligence.

Deepframe specialized in developing artificial intelligence and data management services, which was the type of industry Hagashi wanted to invest in since he saw that they had rapidly growing ideas and hands devoid of cash.

The thing is; since recently he has been keeping an eye on their information and insider trading, and he just noticed now that various insiders in the company were buying up stock from the market.

Insider trading. That too even before the annual profit meeting and the innumerable product launches, sounds suspicious, right?

The classic phrase "actions speak louder than words" was probably coined for insider trading. Insiders are in the know, and keeping a watchful eye on their transactions — both buying and selling their company's stock — can provide people with very useful information regarding investment. But insider buying and insider selling can be as different as day and night; insider buying is simple, while insider selling can be complicated.

In this scenario, several insiders in the company were buying up heavy amounts of stock from outside —third party, such as virtual stock market— sources, not selling them, so it could only mean that they were expecting something very positive.

Insider buying is usually an unambiguous signal about how an insider feels about his company. After all, the primary reason that all investors buy stock is that they expect it to do well. If one insider is buying stock, that's generally not a monumental event. But if several or more insiders are buying, those purchases should certainly catch attention.

Insider buying is generally a positive omen and beneficial for the stock's price. Also, when insiders buy stock, less stock is available to the public. If the investing public meets this decreased supply with increased demand, the stock price rises.

Hagashi expected, that with the amount of stocks the insiders were buying, a corporate buyback was soon to happen. Although it was a rather foolish statement.

Hagashi leaned back on his chair as he sighed and looked around the room —the so-called office designated to every trustee— in the Littauer International School.

Each section of the office was furnished with unique materials. For the entrance gallery: marble floors and parchment panels framed in mahogany. For the library: Brazilian rosewood. For the dining room: Venetian stucco. For the kitchen: Jaguar-green lacquer, bamboo, and textured glass. For the interiors of the fireplaces: long, narrow 19th-century bricks imported from France.

It was indeed luxurious, no, that wasn't the ideal word; it's more than direct to just say that the office was pompous and much of a show-off.

Hagashi looked at the sky through the French windows, whilst his hands glided through the laptop's keyboard as he closed off the insider stock trading widget and sighed.

Hagashi stood up as he twisted his neck in displeasure, the sharp all-black attire that he wore was capable of spreading the aura of authority in people's heart.

Although he was exercising regularly since he had dropped out of his mother's womb, his desire for self-improvement had been weakening considerable after he'd broken one of his iron-like strict rules of sex.

Hagashi took out his phone and deleted that woman's number. Because let's face it, favoritism isn't good.

Hagashi will have her reintroduced into his brothel again, even though a while ago he was clearly planning on make her his "exclusive toy".

Regardless, a superfluous expression of interest flashed on Hagashi's eyes as he leaned downwards a bit and looked at the tennis courtyard.

As it was at least three floors beneath Hagashi's gaze, the visibility of the people there suffered, yet he could make out of the figures of two men playing against each other while a girl chatted with a teacher.

Hagashi's eyes dilated the moment he saw the girl, the only one among the others, wearing the school uniform.

Sakuya Mizuhara. The so-called "pure flower" of the music club, her behavior was said to be unambiguously kind and elegant — even more so than that of Ayumi Kazuya, the "winter wind" of the school that showed her true behavior only to her brother.

Remembering the superfluous and ambiguous names the students had given the brother-sister pair, Hagashi grinned as he looked at the door. He was expecting something.

Indeed, and as soon as he turned around towards the door, a steel-like keen voice asked from the other side while knocking on the door.

"May be come in, sir trustee? " The voice was strong, as if it belong to someone that regularly gave speeches at functions.

A —rare— smile floated up towards Hagashi's face without any negative meanings, as he nodded.

"Come in, Uesugi and Yuna. "

"Danna-sama is as vigilant as ever, to spot me without even hearing my voice… "

The door clicked as man and a woman appeared inside the room, all of them had loose expressions on their faces as they walked towards the middle of the room.

The man wore a clear, translucent pair of golden glasses, which would be the first thing people would see when they look at him. His glare was obedient and subservient as he looked at Hagashi with a smile.

Uesugi Hiroyuki. A professional financial lawyer by day and a business magnate by night. Without a doubt, he was one of the men that Hagashi had cultivated years ago.

Uesugi was Hagashi's most trusted lackey, and he treated his lackies as well as he did with his women, so it wasn't a wonder that he was a honorary principal at this school.

"As you've ordered, I've brought Yuna along with me. "

"Should I leave, Hagashi-sama? " The man requested for permission as he knowingly smiled at Hagashi.

"Well, if it was a usual moon-light—" The man paused as he chuckled. "I'd have you leave, but not now as I have some important briefing to do. "

"Regardless, as a man, my duty of spreading love stands first, so I'd like you to sit there for a while."

Hagashi pointed at a seat beside the desk as he glanced at the lady beside Uesugi with a fiercely heated glare.

Yuna shared the same gaze as she breathed roughly.

Yuna wore the classical uniform of the brothel's most able Cadre – a white, button-up shirt that was carefully tailored to fit snugly around the woman's curves, a thin three-quarter length white hose, designed to accent the buttocks, and a pair of featureless white slippers. All in all, the impression was sterile and almost medical, easily something a nurse might wear as well as being, perhaps, almost surprisingly conservative.

Yuna herself was thin and rather tall compared to most of the Japanese girls Hagashi in his brothel. She also had the appearance of a model, as well as the countenance of one – perfect posture, graceful, elegant movements and that alluring, enigmatic gaze that felt as if her eyes had been trained by rote to always look just a little bit past the camera, at something mysterious out there beyond the shot. She wore her hair long and straight, brushed into a glossy black sheen.

Her uniform bore no insignia, nor did her body bear any markings. It was impressed on the girls from early on that the 'brothel's' princesses roles were one of subtlety, until she was called upon to be otherwise. Only one identifier was required, yet it alone spoke volumes: a thin, black band stretched around Yuna's neck, intricately ornate. Though easily mistakable for a fashionable choker, up close there was no doubt it was in fact a masterful tattoo, inked all the way around her throat. The logo of the 'brothel', in roman and katakana characters, formed the centre of the ornament, very permanently emblazoned into her skin and that of every other hostesses – a mark of pride and shame, submission and prevalence.

Hagashi chuckled victoriously as he watched the woman rip away her clothes at his simplest gesture, she was one of his "exclusive brides", or as one could put it, a "toy".

Yuna was the mellow, and most senior escort of the brothel he took over with tyrannical ease, it wasn't a wonder that her charms were able to mesmerism him to the point of taking her in his wings.

Moreover, the logo on her neck didn't mean anything, because most of all, except the richest of the rich, wouldn't be able to recognize it. Even then, he normally made her cover it up, much to her dismay.

She was also, due to his lobbying, one of the three honorary principles of the Littauer school.

"I see that you're as insatiable as ever, Yuna? "

Hagashi smirked as the clothes slid off from Yuna's body like a wife would from a disastrous marriage.

"Yes, Danna-sama!❤️" Like a slave, Yuna replied as a hungry flush spread throughout her nude, fair and translucent body.

Hagashi licked his lips as he stared at her youthful and mellow body, the voluptuous breasts and the soft stomach bore holes in his heart as he smiled.

"I see, it's been two days…so it's granted."

"How many times have you touched yourself?" Hagashi wondered, setting up his legs over the desk. After a quick glance over the girl's soft, rosy body, he laughed," It looks like you've restrained yourself, hm?"

Yuna licked her lips as she felt a warm and burning feeling spread in her chest from being exposed to her master, and above all, being treated as commodity.

"…I did it alone but my fingers can't feel that good… it won't reach my womb. My fingers can't reach the uterus where a man's penis can, it can't reach a pleasure point!"

"But danna-sama doesn't allow tools does he, unless it's before him, right? "

"I tried putting on a cosmetics bottle but it's different. A man's penis feels much better. The feeling of the skins sticking and rubbing in the places where it feels good…also—"

A voluptuous and sensual breathing sound spread throughout the room as Yuna breathed in and touched her wet pussy.

"When semen pours in my stomach…it feels good. It feels like hot water is being poured in the deepest parts of my body, it feels shiver-inducingly pleasant!"

"Heh, I didn't ask for such a lengthy essay, Yuna. " Hagashi chuckled.

"I wanted to express my joy, danna-sama! I can't help it, I'm so happy being with you…that I-I can't help it!"

"Hmm, oh well. "

…

Hagashi kissed her, resting his hands on her thighs as he put her on top of the desk and crouched down, his lips kissed her from her mouth, to her neck, to her nipples. He flicked her hard nubbin with his tongue, his hands in the meanwhile, wandered around her crotch as they played around with the hair located on her mons pubis; she laid back, lifted her hips and he removed the last barrier between them. With his head between her legs, he drew a line up her pink slit with his tongue; his tongue tickled as it rasped up the short hairs on her pussy. He licked her inner labia slowly, taking his time, savouring her succinctly pleasant sour taste. After a while, the tip of his tongue found its way between her lips as her juices mingled with his saliva, lubricating her in preparation for what was to come. Before that though, his tongue found her clitoris.

"Ah, there, that's the spot, danna-sama!❤️"

Yuna's curvaceous and soft body shook as she loudly moaned.

With a smile, Hagashi teased her red, bulbous clitoris, licking and sucking on it until she was grabbing handfuls of his clothes and softly crying out his name, begging him not to stop.

"Aah, Uu…aaa.., Aah, Nnn….., AAaaaaa…., Aah….."

Yuna moved her waist with a fast tempo as she grinded her vagina against Hagashi's tongue.

Hagashi's eyes however, were always on Yuna's face as he saw what denoted pleasure, and what derived mediocre whimpers.

You see, the trick to great sex was to always, have eye contact and devote yourself to your partner's pleasure. Otherwise, even if it was sex capable of giving earthquakes shame, the bond between the partners wouldn't increase or expand, and quite often, relationships that are sex only and don't bother with the rules tend to burn out due to not following Hagashi's principles.

In the meanwhile, Yuna's enigmatic eyes tenderly connected with his as she gasped, and monetarily with a pause, she would happily smile.

"Ahh…, Aa, AAahh...…, A…uu...…, Aaa..."

Hagashi moved as he unbuckled his clothes, his tongue wandered around his lips as he licked the fluids sprayed on his mouth.

His fingers however, were instead on her fluid-stained pussy as they entered and exited from it with extreme ease.

Yuna gasped and moaned, while her long eyelashes above her dilated eyes trembled.

As she lay there panting, Hagashi kissed his way back up her body until their tongues were entwined; tasting herself on his lips. She rolled him onto his back and kissed him; her hand traced its way down to his marvellous penis and her head followed. Taking him in her mouth, she swung her leg over his chest and backed her dripping pussy to his waiting mouth. Using his finger to tease her clitoris, his tongue delved into her depths. He ran his tongue over her puckered asshole, causing her to shiver. She lost her concentration, not wanting him to cum yet, but desperately wanting him to get her off; she could tell he was close, his hips were moving urgently, but she was closer. With his fingers and tongue thrusting into her, his cock fell from her mouth as she cried out again.

On her back, catching her breath, Hagashi crawled up to her; she sat up and kissed him, then pushed him backwards into the middle of the desk. Straddling his legs, she put her hand in her mouth and took out a handful of saliva and rubbed it on his stiff cock and impaled herself on him. He was only half way in when her first orgasm hit; with him fully inside of her, she felt as though she was crashing from orgasm to orgasm. She gripped his shins as she rode him; he held her waist, reaching up to squeeze her breasts as she fucked him. Yuna collapsed on top of Hagashi as her last orgasm ebbed, fully aware that he hadn't yet cum.

She climbed off him and moved to the sides of the desk, her head hidden in between the desk, her swollen pussy presented to him; he entered her carefully, starting slowly and building up speed as she urged him to fuck her harder, faster; driving her into the desk as he grabbed her waist and with exploding strength, rammed into her.

"Your body truly is very honest, Yuna."

Yuna's place down there was wet as it sprinkled transparent fluid down her legs. The love juice was plenty as she turned back to view Hagashi.

"A…..Aa..."

"…It's truly a good view. Your flushed face and your convulsing asshole. I can see everything. "

"Without exception, the woman in front of me is of quality, that much I know. Truly, I know that no one has appreciated you, or your love before have they? "

Her round ass and thin thighs were twitching, and her big breast jiggled from the beast ferociously thrusting inside her.

"Y-yes, danna-sama!...y-you are special! I love having sex with you. You never do anything to damage my body…and you're earnest. You don't order me too…"

Hagashi nodded with a smile.

As Yuna was opening her mouth to utter something else, Hagashi smacked her ass with a grin.

She seems to be surprised as the hole in there tightened and her upward ass moved left and right frantically.

"Hm, your ass looks delicious today, hm? "

"Y-yeah…nh!...the others said it as well…that my ass looked… "

Hagashi slowed down his thrusts as he looked at Uesugi, who was nonchalantly looking at his phone with ear-muffs in his ears.

He chuckled.

Both of them were doing it quite slowly, yet in contrast, their body was entangled nicely as Hagashi grabbed her shoulders and started to thrust once again.

Yuna swung her hips violently, seeming to be near her climax.

"HAaa…, A…., AAaaah, Aa...…, Aa…."

"AAah….!. Ah, Ahh….. cum…. Cumminng….!!"

A nonchalant grin floated in Hagashi's mouth as a vein above his forehead twitched.

Yuna's body trembled as she shivers in response to the powerful climax.

Hagashi however, still hasn't came yet.

Yuna's ass convulsed as she softly whimpered and soundlessly fell on top of the desk.

With a slipping motion, Hagashi's rigid and tense cock fell out from her elastic and stretched-out hole.

"I'm quite disappointed with your skills today, Yuna. "

"Nn….., N….I…get it…"

"-amu- ....n, nn..., -chu-, -jyururu-….."

Yuna's ass swayed back and forth as she shivered from her orgasm. White fluid squirted out from her urethra down there after some time.

"…"

Yuna turned around as she took Hagashi's cock in her mouth.

"Thank you Yuna, it's fine now"

When Hagashi said so, Yuna took off her mouth from his cock and lied doen on the bed sideways with her ass facing hin.

"…I see"

Yuna was exhausted. She answered Hagashi without moving and, sounded quite relieved.

Hagashi grunted as he thought that Yuna was turning useless day by dayday. Regardless of it, if she thought that he won't throw her away if her skills disappeared, or if she became lazy or lax, she was dead wrong.

"Sir, have you called for me? "

A woman's voice rang out from outside of the door as he knocked on it.

Hagashi rolled his eyes as he looked at the scenery of the room.

…

The short, dark haired woman's body sprawled luxuriantly across the large, rough sofa. She lay on her stomach, taking in sharp, quick breaths, her hands still gripping the fabric like tiny vices. Her own dark hair, spread in a fiery explosion all around, dominated her vision.

Much less peripheral to her senses, the young woman's anus was throbbing with a tight, burning pain — sharp, but not entirely unpleasant in her state of arousal. The cock within it, was describing a slow pistoning movement through her rectum, slowly coming to a stop — cumming, even. Though she could not feel the semen spurting deeper into her colon, the woman could definitely feel the rhythmic quivering of the spurting member. With her bowels impregnated, the sodomite that was lying on top of her firmly squeezed her breasts and sighed.

Hagashi's lips ran up along her shoulder, alternating between kisses and gentle bites, even the softest ones would leave behind little red marks on her pale skin. "Looks like the slut inside the teacher sounded like she enjoyed that." He whispered, biting down on her earlobe a little too hard - enough to make her whimper and squirm under his sweaty body. "Are you still sure you want to do this next part?"

The teacher closed her eyes, silently wishing he hadn't asked her that. Instinctively, her hands pulled at the restraints - warm leather cuffs around both her wrists and ankles that spread-eagled her for the young man's entertainment. In one sense, she was entirely helpless as the straps lacked any give. Were he to abandon her, her situation was nigh-on inescapable: she might rather sensibly starve to death of thirst and hunger before working herself free from his bondage.

"Yes," she whispered, her eyes remaining closed until she felt the cock slowly pull out of her ass, still half-firm, the man rising up from her body along with it. The bed swayed and buckled, rocking her back and forth as she felt him climb off and, finally, bounced up sharply as her 'captor' stood up from it.

When her eyes opened again, his hand was brushing the dark locks out of her face, tenderly stroking the girl's cheek until she could see clearly the uncut penis, glistening with smeared cum and lube, being held in front of her, inclined downward at a receding angle as its erection faded. The man slid his fingers down, curling them under her jaw and lifting her head to meet the moist tip of his member.

The smell of cum and sweat was musky and pleasant, though with the exotic tanginess of her own ass. Without hesitance, the redhead pulled herself up and carefully swallowed the foreskin, sucking it in between her lips, her tongue tasting the saltiness and bitterness of her captor's cum. She kept her eyes closed, slowly allowing more of the prick to rest against her tongue, filling up her mouth until her nose buried itself in his bristly pubic hair.

Another hand, pulling her dark locks tight, kept her face there, slowly breathing through the musky, sweaty pubes, while she heard the man groan pleasantly far above her. At the same time, her ass remained sore, now feeling oddly exposed to the elements as it gaped by its lonesome.

"Look up at me," the calm command sounded from above. Her face was slowly pulled back along the shrinking length until she could just see the dark-haired youth looking down at her. The teacher knew what was coming and her heart beat faster. She blinked a few times while she strained to maintain eye-contact and gently suckled on the soft prick, pushing that foreskin back with her tongue and finding more sticky semen underneath.

Then it came - the penis perked up, tightened and slowly released a hot trickle of piss into her mouth. The rancid, salty fluid felt almost scorching at first, not through its heat but by the strength of its taste, the woman's mouth filling with the frothy liquid and its heady vapours. It took her a few seconds until she could overcome the retching in the back of her throat and build up the courage to swallow, by which point it was almost too late to stop it from spilling out on the bed. With a mammoth effort, the woman began to gulp mouthful after mouthful of urine, feeling the warmth run down her throat, grimacing as the taste and smell became overwhelming - and yet, to stop would have let the dark, yellow liquid overflow and stain the bedsheets as an even more vivid testament to her submission.

It seemed like hours until the man's bladder was exhausted, though she felt sure no more than a few seconds had passed. She realised she'd closed her eyes, still grimacing, her mouth tasting like a toilet even with the source of the repulsive flavour gone.

Just like that, the cock pulled free from her lips and she breathed in deep, ventilating her tongue while her restraints were loosened one by one. In the end, the woman's captivity was no more as the young woman sat up, relaxing into the arms of the elder man in front of her.

"Was it how you expected it?" he murmured into her ear, kissing it and caressing her stomach from behind - large, warm hands scouring her sensitive skin, so much of it still covered in goosebumps.

"No, but it was amazing," the woman smiled blissfully, licking her lips while she turned to nuzzle her lover's cheek.

Uesugi was watching all of these with a nonchalant gaze, whilst Yuna was giggling endlessly as she saw another of the slaves fall again and again to her master's charms.

"Anyways, I got carried away in the moment didn't I? "

"Listen, I want you to go back and say to Sakuya, of the music club fame, that I've asked for her."

"Okay? "

The woman nodded as she —while trembling from pleasure— stood up from the sofa and started to wear her clothes once again.

Yuna mischievously smiled as she assumed an angel-like posture, and asked a question targeted at the woman.

"Ehh? Hirragi-sensei, won't your husband notice anything? Like how you smell and all of that…? "

"…No. " The shoulders of the woman—Hirragi-sensei— shook as she soundly answered.

Yuna giggled whilst Hagashi glanced at the women with childlike curiosity.

Interesting, aren't they?

His eyes wandered downwards towards Hirragi's ass and noticed a thread of white semen climbing down her thighs like serpents.

A chuckle resounded throughout the office.

"So, what do you intend to do with that girl, danna-sama? " Yuna turned around as she playfully leaned on Hagashi with her naked body, much to his annoyance.

Hagashi smirked as he watched Yuna bend down and fasten his belt, and zipper for him, all the while, her eyes were on him as she hummed and attentively waited for his answer.

Isn't this amazing? How Hagashi can bend every woman to submission and make them have feelings for him?

This is the effect sex —ecstatic and fierce sex— can have on the human psyche.

Sex is the ultimate human experience. If you're good at sex, there's absolutely nothing like it. The experience becomes one of mind-blowing ecstasy for both you and your partner if you're skillful at it.

Instead of the usual mediocre relationships most people share to settle for, the relationships for the ones that have the most skill can be truly great. With great sex, you will be able to make a girl fall so deeply in love with you that she will do anything for you. Even outside the relationship, you'll feel better about yourself. By truly knowing that you can blow any woman's mind in bed, you'll become more confident and naturally more attractive.

It's no surprise that due to the skills he had been painstakingly cultivating up until now, he was able to have woman do things for him that they would normally and morally think of as demeaning due to their upbringing.

"I don't think I've told you this before, but that woman is an ideal candidate for a new face at our brothel. From now on, I'll be training h-"

Hagashi smirk disappeared as his tongue skipped.

"No, someone else will be training her. Hero; he's the one that'll be training her. I don't think I'll enjoy it otherwise if it's me, or even anyone else in that matter. "

Yuna nodded. "But won't making him do…all of this make it somewhat sloppy?

"He's still a virgin, right? If so, I don't think he'll be able to train her, or even make her feel what you want her to feel. "

Hagashi smiled, and the ever-faithful Uesugi chuckled knowing the intentions of his chief.

"Yuna, you're misunderstanding something. "

Uesugi looked at his phone as his sharp voice resounded throughout the office, even though it was quite small and quiet.

"In my boss's hands, boys go and come out as men. "

"I'd like you more than the others if you just didn't underestimate Hagashi-sama, as much as this. Do you think he's a child or something?! "

"Sorry… "

"Well, I don't care. Go and dress back up into official clothes dear principal, I have a plan to make Sakuya willingly come with us. "

"Danna-sama, you haven't…um, this isn't consensual? "

"No, this isn't, and I won't tell you the reason either."

Hagashi turned around as he buttoned up the shirt on his toned, and lean body.

Yuna hearing the cold reply felt as if a knife was lodged into her heart, yet she turned around and walked towards somewhere else to fix her clothes.

"You're as…hm, I don't even know the correct word to summarize your behavior, but is — stud an okay summary? "

Uesugi sat at a chair beside Hagashi as he looked at him with an clear, amused gaze.

"I think that's an okay word for categorizing my behavior, regardless, you have questions don't you? "

"I do have one, and it's that — how do you do all of these, I mean, how are you this proficient in wooing girls? "

"That's a rather simple question, but answering it is quite complex…the answers can branch on into five or six ways, but I'll tell it to you in the simplest way possible."

"It's sex. "

"Pardon? "

"Hm, this is the most raw answer I can give to you — because in the end, everything branches down towards sex. "

"As well as being the ultimate human experience, sex is the ultimate way to make a female attracted to you. Although it is possible to create attraction in women by social means, this seems like child's play compared to the attraction you can create with sex. We walk around every day with defense mechanisms up around us to protect our emotions. This is necessary, because we never know who might hurt us, so we have to keep somewhat aloof and distant. Social interactions can produce emotions of pleasure or displeasure, but we are careful to never let these emotions go too far. Sex is the most intense emotional act we are capable of, and during sex it is impossible to shield our emotions."

"During and after sex, you can access the deepest of a woman's emotions directly and create incredibly strong bonds of attraction. If you choose, you can make these bonds of attraction unbreakable and permanent. This will ensure that the woman will be so deeply in love with you that she will literally do anything to support your cause. Many guys bent on pickup up women will ask, 'what is the point of attracting a woman after I've already had sex with her?' Lots of guys consider the first time you have sex with a woman the end of a seduction; I do not. I consider it the beginning. I find that the first time you have sex with a woman is invariably the worst. You are not yet comfortable with each other's bodies, and cannot yet get in touch with her instincts and desires. It's cool to hook up for just a one night stand once in a while, but we all want to keep the highest quality women in our lives around. The way to do this is to give them what they really want: great sex. I find that these ongoing sexual relationships are invariably much more satisfying than a string of one-night stands. Also, if you succeed in having a one-night stand with a woman, she will file you in the back of her memory as one of her emotionless casual encounters. If you take a woman to deeper levels of attraction through great sex, she will never forget you."

" Cynics say that women will always cheat in a relationship, but this is not the case. It is true that if a woman is sexually unsatisfied, she is almost guaranteed to cheat. However, if you can provide her with better sex than anyone else, you have guaranteed her loyalty even if you are having sex with other girls yourself. There is no incentive for her to be unfaithful when no one else —in her mind— can compare to you. You can even use the power of great sex to get women to support your lifestyle in non-sexual ways. For example, you can have your girlfriends travel to meet you, do you favors, and buy you expensive gifts. Your girlfriends will be happy to do this because they are in love with you. This is a total reversal of the "normal" male-female relationship, where the male must use gifts and favors in order to get sex with the women. If you wish to be living this kind of lifestyle with multiple women supporting you, the way to achieve it is through sexual mastery. "

"Okay… "

Uesugi nodded as he gently looked outside of the windows with an emotionless glare.

"I know plenty of me—"

"Boss, please. No more… "

"Blergh! Don't cry on my shoulders when your wife leaves you. "

"I don't have a wife… "

…

Hagashi looked around himself as twisted his neck in comfort.

Currently, Yuna was wearing a white shirt and black trousers commonly worn in formal occasions, her earrings shone as she looked at the door with intense interest.

Uesugi was the same ever — dressed in a formal dark tuxedo and a pair of golden-glasses.

All of them; were currently sitting beside Hagashi in leather chairs; in wait for someone's arrival along with him.

"Danna-sama, won't she find it suspicious when she sees you trying to…um, manipulate her? "

Yuna said as she expressionlessly looked at Hagashi with tense lips and rigid eyebrows.

Hagashi didn't need to ponder about anything as he instantly nodded upon hearing her question.

"Of course she will; when she sees me try to blackmail her, she'll think 'why is this famous of a man trying to blackmail me?' but think of it again, she won't deluded as easily if you two try to do it. "

"Uesugi himself is a former-bureaucrat, so his words will work on her, but not as much as you think it would. Neither will yours work, Yuna."

"I know the character of the girl we're about to deal with: she's selfish and her confidence in her family is overblown. So I doubt that she'll pay any of you heed, even though both of yours standing are somewhat similar. "

That's right, Hagashi knew the inner characteristics of every member in the Mizuhara family.

Short-sighted and arrogant, always passive aggressive and fake — that's the true face of their family members, and Hagashi doubted that their daughter's face would be different.

"In this case, because of her personality, we need someone strong and politically-connected enough—" Hagashi coldly smirked as he fixed the bow-tie on his neck. " to make her anxious and afraid. "

"Who am I? Hagashi Amami. Former chairman fo of the Japanese Fair Trade Commission, billionaire by thirty-five, and an industrialist pioneer. "

"What is the «Kazuya House»? Who are they? In this age where politicians and legislators are meek scapegoats, we have top-level bureaucrats in finance, defense, information, sports. We have control over half of the mass media. "

"What do you think, a seventeen year old will think of first when she sees such an, impressive family trying to get something from her? "

" —Tremble in fear, of course. "

Hagashi twisted and straightened his neck as he said almost laughingly.

"Although…I don't know if she heard of the latest news surrounding me; but then again, that's insider information. I don't think her father told her anything. "

"But well, I'm not powerless myself. It's not like I don't have any power in this country. "

As soon as Hagashi finished talking with Yuna, a knocking sound resounded through the room as he looked at the door with interest.

Yuna's look turned cold and stern as, Uesugi, applied a nice, friendly smile on his lips. While Hagashi kept the same disdainful smirk on his face.

"Can I come in sir? It's me, Sakuya Mizuhara…" A melodic and charming voice asked as the knocking resided.

The smirk on Hagashi's face deepened as Yuna, with her enigmatic and noble face, licked her lips in a lustful way.

"Yuna… "

"Y-yes, danna-sama?? "

"Keep yourself under control, you'll have plenty of chances to taste her once hero's interest in her dies down."

Yuna nodded, although in a rather disheartening way.

Uesugi fixed his glasses as checked his watch.

All of them knew from before, that Yuna didn't like men —except for Hagashi— and liked women instead. It was her sexuality, although she didn't lust or even look at them without Hagashi's permission.

"Um, sir? "

The intimidatingly charming voice asked again as Sakuya knocked once again on the door.

"Mizuhara-san, please enter. "

As soon as Hagashi said with that with a scoffing grin, the door clicked as it opened smoothly without interference.

From the door, a black-sailor uniform donning girl of utmost beauty came slowly; behind her was the shoulder-length teacher as she surveyed the room with a curious expression.

The girl's face was beautiful, not the type of beautiful that would induce-heart attacks from men because of her beauty, but her face was one of the modest types of beautiful. Her black, butt-length hair that blended in well with her clothes and didn't attract attention was styled quite cutely — some short free locks of hair fell on her forehead gently, which added a sense of sophistication to her bearing. The left side of her hair was tucked behind her ear, which showed the white and glistening earring she wore, unlike her right side which was fully covered with her hair.

Sakuya's rosy, but otherwise pastel-like skin contrasted well with her light-dark eyebrows and deep, big and dark eyes that seemed to be always shining with friendliness.

Hagashi looked at her from head to toe, not sparing even the slightest bit of decency as he reviewed her body with the sharpness of a critic.

Sakuya's atmosphere, unlike those of her age, was peerless. It wasn't the type of coldness that would make people shy away nor was it one of those energetic over-engaging type: it was a friendly, amiable and well-disposed atmosphere that seemed like she wouldn't shy away when random people would try to strike up conversations with her, which would of course, work in the opposite direction thousands of times as people would be intimidate and affright as her aura could convey different meanings to different people.

Hagashi's eyes wandered below as he looked at her tidy upper-clothes. Her perky, elastic and developing chest was of the right size, grabble and kneadable without any flesh overflowing from the hands, which were some customer's favorite types. Her stomach was also, from what he could see, rather flat as the pavement. But that could be just due to the uniform she wore…

The perfect candidate for a lewd bitch — her atmosphere, aura and body were all in the upper-top category. Her face however, regrettably wasn't as it was in a sense, mediocre. But then again, that was due to his bias, to others she might as well be the mistress of oriental beauty.

"Excuse my intrusion, sir. "

A look of surprise flashed in Sakuya's eyes as she saw the trustee, the two honorary principles —the most senior staff in the school— gathered along in one group.

Sakuya's hands went towards the lower area of her stomach as she modestly bowed in due courtesy.

In her mind, Sakuya was wondering if she had done anything wrong that would warrant the attention of the staff. Her mind became clouded with tension as she started to worry over countless things, the most biggest of them all was the fact that she was only able to enter to this school with her proficiency in music. Otherwise she was almost mediocre in everything else…

With a stern look, Yuna opened her mouth as she raised her hand and open-handedly pointed towards the chair in front of the shared desk. " Please, drop the courtesies Mizuhara-chan. Come in and sit. "

As she saw Sakuya gracefully sit on the chair, her sight went towards the open door as Hiiragi-sensei nodded and closed the door.

With a surprised whimper, Sakuya looked behind her, but a second later, she turned back as she nervously smiled at the two men, and one woman in front of her. But her smile was mainly directed at Hagashi.

She didn't want to spare a chance to appear more amiable and good, in case she had screwed something up.

"Don't worry, Mizuhara-san. This is just a simple calling in order to survey an excellent student, this calling isn't due to a complain or legal action. So you can be at ease. " With a friendly smile, Uesugi patiently explained as he came closer to Sakuya.

"Ah, so that's why… " Sakuya's face turned relieved as she slowly nodded.

"So, Mizuhara-san, how's your father now? " Hagashi asked with a emotionless smirk.

"Oh, his situation is good right now. The illness that caused him to be was admitted to a hospital has recently subsided. "

"I see, take care of him. A city councilor has to take care of his health, otherwise he'll have to skip duty. "

"Hm…" Sakuya nodded.

"Mizuhara-chan, we'll be direct here. Have you met with Kogure today? " Yuna interfered as she asked with a slightly raised voice.

A puzzled expression appeared on Sakuya's face as she flinched.

"Kogure…? I don't recognize someone by that name… "

Hagashi scoffed in disdain as Yuna's frown deepened.

"Kogure Himeno, he's a second-year and also a tennis club member. Recognize him? " Hagashi said whilst gliding his fingers across the desk.

"Frankly, Mizuhara-san; you should know relationships are banned in this school, right? So why did you do such a thing? "

"I-I don't understand… "

"In front of us, don't act innocent Mizuhara! "

"W-wh… "

"We know everything related to this matter already, Mizuhara-san. So don't try to evade the question. Have you met him again today? " Hagashi asked with his hand on his chin.

"I-I…yes, I did. "

"I see. We normally…suspend students over this type of stuff. But I'll allow this now only for you. " Uesugi smiled.

A pleasant smile floated on Sakuya's face.

"Did you notice anything, abnormal in his behavior? " Yuna asked.

"Um, I didn't. He appeared as energetic as usual and didn't skip any classes. "

"I see, so both of you have a consensual romantic relationship? "

"Yes, um, I'm the one that confessed to him first. "

"Oh, this looks like a nice love story, doesn't it, Trustee Amami? "

"Indeed Principal Yuna. "

"Well, weren't not that interested in this matter, so don't mind us. "

"Did you know Mizuhara-san, that there are security cameras all over the school? The cafeteria, the main building's rooftop, the club building's rooftop? "

"Um, pardon but what do I have to do with that? "

"Oh, you'll see it soon. "

Hagashi chuckled as he turned his laptop around and pointed it towards Sakuya.

…

…

"Ah… "

Yuuto coughed violently as his head ached due to a throbbing and buzzing sound in his ear.

Soon, he looked around at his surroundings, which were annoyingly blurry and distorted. As time passed, he felt the scenery clear down a bit as he shook his head.

Without any moment passing by between his actions, Yuuto raised his voice in surprise as he looked at a race tracks for horses just two seats towards his front.

"The race is about to start! Gentlemen, loo—" The small room beside him which hosted the hosts of the race boomed as Yuuto's brain automatically canceled out their voices in anger.

The seats of the race-track were all filled with the excited and yelling masses, except for the three seats to Yuuto's every direction, which were empty.

"Hey, hero. Awake yet? "

Yuuto looked beside him as he noticed his father, a tall and lean man with a streak of whiteness in his hair, sitting on a chair with a smirk as he talked to someone on the phone.

"Has she reached the hotel yet? She has? Okay, prepare the shooting team and carefully prepare everything… "

With a buzz, the call was disconnected as Hagashi's smirk deepened. His arm in the meanwhile, took off from his lap as it coiled itself around Yuuto's neck.

"Hey, don't stay silent. Say something, hero. "

"What…? " Yuuto succinctly presented his irritation as she gritted his teeth.

"Well, I'll spare the courtesies then hero. I want to ask you something — don't mind — but where did 400$K suddenly go from your bank account? "

The grip on his neck toughened as sweat started to drip from Yuuto's forehead.

"I naturally wouldn't mind it if you blew off money from your princess, but the thing is, she never gives you money through your bank account except for me and my father-in-law. "

"You do remember what I said back then right? You take care of the doll, and I'll give you money to take care of her and spend on her. Which you clearly didn't do and instead transferred it all to that Littauer kiddo. "

"I only have one rule — never waste money. I don't care if you lose it in an investment or something, but losing it in childish bets and vanity-fulfilling amusements certainly make me want to castrate you, hero. "

Hagashi smiled as pulled Yuuto towards himself.

"If you don't give me a good excuse — I'll sell that musician girl to a brothel. You don't want that do you? "

"N-no! I, that money I invested in something! "

Yuuto's face went pale.

"Investment…? I certainly didn't expect that from a wastrel… regardless, what did you invest in? Bonds, if so were they high-value junk bonds? Stocks? If so, which company? Or don't tell me you bought a start-up or something? "

"I don't think I trust your enough to believe that. But I have enough experience with people to judge whether or not a person is lying just through their expressions, so I'll believe you. "

"Um, me and my friends are going to open a…an entertainment company. "

Yuuto first thought on telling Hagashi that they were about to open a manga studio, but who the fuck invests so much money on a manga studio? So he had to find another excuse, for which an entertainment based company would be perfect for, since they finance films and create them, and sometimes also create mangas.

"Hm…?!"

"An entertainment company? What type of company are you going to open? A corporation, LLC, partnership, general partnership? And are you going to open it through shell companies or…? "

"LLC for lenient taxes… "

"You do know that LLCs have other, often more beneficial purposes than that, right?"

"Regardless, I'm satisfied with your answer. "

"Look at the track and the horses hero. "

Upon his father's pestering, Yuuto looked towards the tracks and noticed the bulky and nigh-ing horses capable to crushing a human only through its weight.

Among them, Yuuto noticed a more leaner and slim horse; a black thoroughbred horse marked with the name: "Thunderbird".

Noticing the place where his vision was targeted at, Hagashi coldly chuckled and patted Yuuto on the back.

"That's my stallion, find another one, hero. "

Yuuto calmly blinked as he searched around the track, yet he couldn't find a horse, that to him, felt of the same caliber and fierceness.

"Hey hero, your girl has landed in Kyoto right now. Excited yet? "

Uncontrollably, a strange feeling started to spread in Yuuto's heart as he shook his head with a disturbed expression.

"Accept who you are hero. You actually don't mind not having her heart, do you? Just confess, that you're shallow and terrible, at least it'll spare the confusion. "

"…I'm not shallow… "

"Oh, you aren't? Neither am I, can you believe that?"

"…no…"

"Heh, then neither do I on your stance on this matter. "

"You clearly are dark and twisted, aren't you? Two-faced, hypocritical, hm? "

"I'm not! "

"Then, why are you doing this? Why are you here, waiting for Sakuya to reach the hotel and give herself to you? "

"…I-I, I'm not bad, but for her, I'll… "

"…Do you want that girl that much? So much that you're willing to abandon your morals, teachings? "

"I…"

"However you don't know anything about her, do you? Except for the fact that she's the daughter of a politician or something, do you hero? "

"I don't know anything about Sakuya... "

"I've only watched her from a distance since six years...we hardly talk at all. It's not like I don't know anything about her, I know what her family does but I don't know anything else about her! "

"...Okay, then. "

Hagashi kicked the person located in front of him, and as soon as he did, the man, Uesugi, nonchalantly handed Hagashi an A4 paper.

Hagashi the handed the file to Yuuto with a frigid smirk

"…W-What is this? "

The enigmatic man beside him smiled .

"Sakuya Mizuhara's information submitted to the school upon her registration. Take a good hard look at it, hero. "

Yuuto licked his dry mouth as he looked at the document handed to him.

On the top-most portion of the paper, a cute photo of Sakuya was pinned.

"You really are lustful, aren't you hero? This type of reaction, just from a photo. Tch. "

Yuuto looked at the document(s).

It had Sakuya's birthday, address, contact number, even her phone address…

It's also her handwriting, isn't it?

Sakuya's family structure, a mother, a father, two uncles and a little brother.

"I don't care if you already know this or not, but her father is a Tokyo city councilor while her mother is a lecturer at a famous university. Her two uncles are also city councilors. "

"Recently, two years ago to be exact, they brought a beautiful house on a piece of land in Tokyo and built a three-floor apartment complex on it, well, it's granted since her grandfather runs a law firm in Kyushu. "

"Regardless, in my eyes she's a real ignorable figure. Her parents are a speck among a sea, not worthy of my attention, while her wealth…doesn't exist. "

"Sakuya's a real manipulator, you know? Have you ever wondered, what's beneath that gentle, charming charade of hers? "

"She's a machiavellistic, proud egoist incapable of overcoming or even acknowledging her flaws, you know? "

"She always wants to be acknowledged, well everyone does, but she's a different type. She always wants to be perfect, the pure woman that everyone loves and lusts after at the same time. She. Will. Never. Let. Anyone. Go. Ahead. Of. Her. "

"Regardless, I think she'd be a great match for you, hero. "

"Why not put a ring on her finger, right hero?