That afternoon.
Eriri stayed in her studio as usual.
Only this time, what lay open before her wasn't the manuscript for Anohana, but her debut doujinshi from years ago—The Night the Burglar Broke In.
Since she'd be playing the role tonight, she needed to familiarize herself with the script in advance.
"Ahhh, did I really draw this?"
"My debut work, no less!"
"Was I really this perverted at fourteen?"
The girl wore an embarrassed expression, occasionally covering her face with her hands.
Her cheeks flushed a cute shade of pink, like she'd applied a light layer of rouge.
At that moment, she was flipping through her slightly immature yet wildly imaginative artwork from back then, muttering under her breath.
"Perverted... lewd... shameless... what was I even thinking when I came up with this plot..."
Though her mouth kept cursing, her eyes were serious.
In the work—the girl with eyes tightly shut, body rigid yet trembling slightly from the burglar's tentative touches; the burglar's face showing nervous excitement mixed with possessive desire...
These scenes she'd drawn with her own hands, when filtered through the lens of "about to be personally enacted," gave her an unprecedented thrill.
Her heartbeat unconsciously began to accelerate.
Even her mind started uncontrollably "role-playing"—if she were the girl, and Seiji were the burglar, when he carefully lifted the covers, when his hand...
"Kyaa—!"
Eriri snapped the book shut, covering her burning cheeks with both hands, letting out a short yelp.
She realized she was actually... actually looking forward to tonight!
That thought immediately made her face steam with embarrassment.
"I... I'm not looking forward to it! Absolutely not! It's all that bastard forcing me!" She shook her head vigorously, trying to fling out all those messy, shameful images from her mind.
However, that quietly growing "anticipation" wound around her heart like vines.
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Night fell.
At nine o'clock sharp, Eriri had already bathed, dried her hair, and entered her room.
She scrubbed herself three times over meticulously, every inch of skin emanating the clean fragrance of body wash. Her golden hair had been carefully blow-dried, falling smoothly over her shoulders, the ends still carrying a trace of damp moisture.
She'd abandoned her usual camisole and hot pants sleepwear, changing into a pure cotton nightgown.
The moment she entered her room, she immediately transformed into an ostrich, diving headfirst under the covers, wrapping herself up tightly, only revealing a pair of nervously darting eyes.
In the living room, Utaha, who was reading, keenly captured this series of abnormal behaviors.
She first saw Eriri walk into her room as if marching to her death, then immediately after, Seiji put down his phone with perfect timing and unhurriedly headed toward Eriri's room.
Utaha couldn't help shaking her head, letting out an inaudible sigh.
"Only a few days... and already completely tamed."
She closed the book in her hands, her wine-red eyes flashing with complex emotions. "What a useless little golden retriever."
That sigh contained disdain for Eriri's "lack of backbone," self-mockery at having been similarly conquered herself, and a trace of... subtle satisfaction at seeing a companion fall—something even she hadn't noticed.
But soon, this complex emotion was replaced by deeper contemplation.
Utaha's gaze grew profound.
She knew Seiji's ambitions didn't stop here.
Eriri was just the beginning.
More girls would definitely appear in the house later.
And those newcomers might not all be as simple and easy to handle as Eriri.
She had to prepare in advance.
"Looks like I need to find an opportunity to completely pull this dumb golden retriever who poses no threat to me into my camp." Utaha silently made up her mind. "Make her my pawn."
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...
In Eriri's room, the curtains were drawn tight, leaving only tranquil dimness.
Seiji pushed the door open, his footsteps extremely light, like a real burglar.
He immediately spotted the petite figure curled into a ball on the bed.
The covers completely enveloped her; only a delicate silhouette could barely be made out. Her breathing was steady and prolonged, as if she'd fallen into deep sleep.
But Seiji smiled.
He could clearly detect that the moment he entered, that steady breathing rhythm showed a momentary disruption.
Just like in the plot!
Eriri, playing true to character—excellent!
He chuckled inwardly, beginning to enjoy this tacitly understood "performance."
He didn't rush forward. Rather, just like the script described, he first paced around the room, making slight, deliberately created sounds of searching, creating a tense yet ambiguous atmosphere.
Then, Seiji walked to the bedside, using a deliberately lowered voice to utter lecherous, greedy words.
"Tsk tsk tsk... never imagined this household's daughter would be such a beautiful prisoner."
"Saw her student ID—called Rikko Aringo, and still an active JK too?"
"Ohhh! This golden hair, her skin's so white, so tender—absolutely premium goods!!"
His voice wasn't loud, yet it carried hooks, each word precisely drilling into Eriri's ears, making the girl's body under the covers tense up involuntarily.
These lines... so vulgar!
Even more explicit than what she wrote in her doujinshi!
Eriri bit her lip hard, forcing herself to relax, continuing to maintain her "sleeping" state.
"Sleeping so soundly, not a shred of caution... what a naive, adorable young lady." Seiji's tone dripped with covetousness. He slowly extended his hand, carefully lifting a corner of the covers.
The girl's graceful figure in her cotton nightgown was instantly exposed to the air.
The nightgown's hem had rolled up slightly from her sleeping position, revealing a pair of long, straight legs as white and smooth as ivory.
"Oh ho... these legs... they're works of art... so long and straight, if they wrapped around my waist..."
Seiji continued his vulgar commentary.
Simultaneously, his hand began slowly, tentatively moving upward.
Eriri felt her brain go blank, all her senses concentrating on that palm slowly traveling up her leg. That hand carried scorching temperature; wherever it passed, it stirred up fine, trembling currents.
She instinctively wanted to pull her leg back, but reason commanded her desperately: can't move! Moving means getting discovered!
This intense struggle between bodily instinct and rational will produced three types of unprecedented stimulation.
She realized she was even more excited.
Am I really a pervert?
Eriri couldn't help questioning herself inwardly.
Seiji was equally excited. He could clearly feel the skin beneath his hand trembling slightly—desperately suppressing a reaction. This "toying in the palm of his hand" sense of control massively satisfied his dark desires.
His hand continued upward, sliding past her knee to her soft inner thigh. The skin there was impossibly smooth, and he could feel the slight tremor running through her muscles.
"Mmm, such soft skin... I wonder..." His fingers traced higher, brushing against the hem of her nightgown. "Oh? No panties? What a naughty girl, sleeping like this..."
Eriri's face burned with shame beneath her closed eyelids. She'd followed the script exactly—no underwear, just like in her doujinshi. But hearing him say it out loud in that crude voice made her want to die of embarrassment.
Stay still. Don't react. He's testing you.
Seiji's hand pushed the nightgown up slowly, exposing more of her pale thighs. "Let me see what we have here..." His fingers brushed against her pussy lips, and she nearly gasped before biting down hard on her tongue.
"Ohhh? Already wet?" The fake surprise in his voice was perfect. "What kind of dreams is this innocent student having?"
His finger slid between her folds, stroking along her slit. Eriri's breathing hitched despite her best efforts, her body betraying her.
"Heh... even in her sleep, her body's honest." He circled her clit with his thumb, and her hips twitched involuntarily. "Did she just move? Nah... still sleeping soundly."
Don't move don't move don't move—
But when his finger pushed inside her, stretching her entrance, a tiny whimper escaped her throat.
Seiji froze. "Oh? What was that sound?" He pulled his finger out slowly, then pushed back in, deeper this time. "Let me check again..."
The wet sound of his finger moving in her pussy filled the quiet room. Eriri's face was completely red now, her breathing becoming uneven.
"Definitely still asleep," he muttered with dark amusement. "Just... having a very good dream."
He added a second finger, scissoring them inside her, and her walls clenched around the intrusion. Her juices were coating his hand now, dripping down to the sheets.
"So tight... and so wet. I wonder..." He pulled his fingers out completely, and she heard the rustle of clothing. "Can she stay asleep through this?"
Eriri's heart pounded. She knew what came next—she'd drawn it herself. The moment when the burglar—
She felt the blunt head of his cock press against her entrance.
"Let's see if this pretty little princess can keep pretending," Seiji whispered, then pushed forward.
The stretch was immediate and overwhelming. Eriri's eyes flew open before she could stop herself, a strangled gasp escaping as he filled her in one slow, deep thrust.
"Ah! She woke up!" Seiji's voice held mock surprise, but he didn't stop, burying himself completely inside her. "What timing—just when I got it all the way in."
"Y-you—" Eriri's voice trembled, caught between the role and reality. Her pussy clenched around him, still adjusting to being filled.
"Shhhh." He put a finger to her lips, his other hand pinning her wrist above her head. "Don't scream, princess. Or this will get much worse for you."
Back in character. Right.
Eriri's eyes widened with fake fear, though her body was burning with arousal. "P-please don't..."
"Too late for that." He pulled out halfway, then thrust back in, making her gasp. "You're already taking me so well."
He set a steady rhythm, his cock dragging against her walls with each stroke. The wet sounds of their bodies joining filled the room—plap, plap, plap.
"No... stop..." Eriri whimpered, maintaining her role even as her legs unconsciously spread wider to take him deeper.
"Your mouth says no..." He groaned, his pace increasing. "But your pussy is squeezing me so tight. It doesn't want me to leave."
It was true. Her body was responding eagerly, her hips starting to rock against his thrusts despite her "protests."
"Ah! N-no! Pull out—" Her voice broke on a moan as he hit a particularly good spot.
"Like this?" He angled his hips, deliberately striking that spot again and again. "Or this?"
"Nngh! Ahh!" Her acting was slipping, replaced by genuine pleasure as he fucked her harder.
His hand moved between them, fingers finding her clit and rubbing circles around it. The dual stimulation made her arch off the bed.
"You're going to come on a burglar's cock," he growled in her ear. "What would people think of the honors student?"
"I-I won't—ahh!" But even as she denied it, she could feel the pressure building.
He pounded into her faster, his thumb pressing hard against her clit. "Yes, you will. Come for me. Now."
The orgasm hit her like a wave, her pussy clamping down on him as she cried out. Her whole body shook, waves of pleasure rolling through her.
"Fuck—so tight—" Seiji groaned, his rhythm faltering as her walls milked him. He thrust deep one final time and came, filling her with hot spurts.
They stayed like that for a moment, both panting, the roleplay forgotten in the aftermath.
Eriri's voice was small when she finally spoke. "That was... your script was way more vulgar than mine..."
Seiji laughed, still buried inside her. "I improved upon the source material. What did you think?"
Her face flushed even deeper. "...Pervert."
But she didn't push him away.
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The next morning.
Seiji woke leisurely at his biological clock's prompting.
He turned his head, looking at Eriri still sleeping beside him.
The girl's sleeping face was serene and beautiful, long lashes like two little brushes casting faint shadows beneath her eyes. Only her slightly furrowed brows seemed to still be savoring last night's absurdity.
Seiji smiled, reached out to tuck in her covers, then quietly got up and walked into the bathroom.
Warm water washed over his body, completely awakening his consciousness.
Seiji closed his eyes, silently calling out in his mind.
"System, check rewards."
[Ding! Conquest target: Eriri Spencer Sawamura!]
[Calculating stage rewards based on conquest target's core characteristics...]
[Congratulations, Host has obtained third-stage conquest reward: Divine-tier Drawing Technique (covering all art styles, from watercolor to CG)!]
[Ding! Detected conquest target has been completely conquered, triggering additional reward...]
[Congratulations, Host has obtained final reward: Legitimate Massive Inheritance Rights!]
[Reward Details: You will receive 3 billion yen cash, one commercial building in Chiyoda Ward's core district, and full ownership of shell creative company "Genesis." (All asset sources have been rationalized by the system. Fifteen years ago, a distant overseas relative with the surname Fujiwara passed away and entrusted the assets to Kuroiwa Law Firm for safekeeping in undisclosed form until you turned eighteen. The relevant lawyer died ten years ago, all documents legally sealed, known to no one.)]
This was the reward the system notified him of last night.
Seiji had been busy toying with the sleeping girl then, with no time to check.
Only now did he receive the system's reward.
"Asset sources all rationalized?" Seiji rubbed his head as the system fed him the relevant information.
The overseas relative named Fujiwara was real, Kuroiwa Law Firm was real too.
The lawyer who took over was also a real person.
But these two had both been specifically selected by the system—people who'd already 'died,' borrowing their names to rationalize the three inheritances.
In reality, the two had no relationship whatsoever with Seiji.
...
Finished processing the information.
Seiji emerged from the bathroom, and coincidentally, Utaha had also finished preparing breakfast, carrying plates out from the kitchen.
"Good morning, Seiji." Utaha greeted him with a smile, though her gaze imperceptibly swept over him before teasing, "Last night's battle was quite intense, hmm? Eriri's voice was especially emotional."
"Not just intense!"
Seiji wore a reminiscing expression, casually pulling out Eriri's doujinshi The Night the Burglar Broke In from his pocket and handing it to Utaha. "Check this out."
"What is it?"
"Eri Kashiwagi-sensei's debut work."
"Eh?"
Hearing this, Utaha took the book and curiously flipped through a few pages. Her gaze toward Seiji immediately filled with playful amusement: "Using her own work as a script—you really know how to play... no wonder that little golden retriever was so passionate last night."
Seiji shamelessly sat down, picked up a slice of toast, and began enjoying breakfast.
Utaha continued flipping forward.
Last night, Seiji had only acted out the first part's plot.
There was still a second and third part—the second part being "the girl's female upperclassman from club visits her home, and due to a rainstorm is forced to stay overnight, then the burglar returns that night."
Seeing this, Utaha's expression instantly became meaningful: "You even prepared a role for me."
"Exactly!" Seiji patted his chest with righteous indignation. "I'm not the type to abandon old loves for new!"
"Tch!"
Utaha curled her lip, continuing to read the plot.
After finishing the second part, she set down the book, gracefully walked over behind Seiji, and wrapped her arms around his neck from behind, her soft body pressing close.
"The burglar in the later plot seems to really like the upperclassman wearing white silk sleepwear."
She breathed like orchids, speaking while deliberately sliding down one strap of her nightgown, revealing round, fair shoulders. "Male lead-san, want to rehearse with me in advance?"
Seiji's eyes immediately lit up.
He set down his toast, scooped up the beauty behind him in one motion, letting her straddle him, and declared righteously: "Utaha's absolutely right—without rehearsal, we can't play the roles well!"
...
Half an hour later, refreshed Seiji and flushed, glowing-eyed Utaha finally sat properly at the dining table to eat breakfast.
Afterward, Utaha went to wake still-lazing Eriri.
They didn't have Seiji's privileges.
Once a weekday arrived, they had to go to class.
"Get up, Eriri. If you don't get up now, you'll be late for school."
Hearing Utaha's voice.
Eriri slowly opened heavy eyelids, feeling like she'd been run over by a steamroller, her whole body's bones seemingly scattered, weak and powerless.
Memories of last night's stimulating "role-play" flooded into her mind like a tide, making her whole body stiffen, her cheeks instantly burning again.
She pulled the covers over her head, letting out a whimper thick with nasal congestion.
"Don't... don't call me... I can't get up..."
Utaha watched her ostrich-like appearance and smiled helplessly, reaching out to flip off her covers.
"Alright, get up quickly."
With Utaha's help, the two washed up and changed into Toyonosaki Academy uniforms together.
Throughout the entire process, Eriri was like a puppet, keeping her head down the whole time, not daring to look at the culprit leisurely drinking coffee in the living room.
Seiji watched the two girls finish dressing, smiling as he saw them to the entrance.
"Be careful on the road."
Eriri only managed a barely audible "Mm" from her throat before fleeing out the door.
Utaha turned back, giving him a flirtatiously rolled eye, that gaze seeming to say: "Had fun last night? Be careful your body gets hollowed out."
Having seen off the two girls, the smile on Seiji's face slowly faded, revealing slightly profound eyes.
He pulled out his phone and dialed the number the system provided.
The call connected quickly, a respectful yet efficient male voice coming from the other end: "Hello, this is Kuroiwa Law Firm. I'm Yoshitaka Kuroiwa. May I ask how I can help you?"
The other party used Kuroiwa as his surname—clearly a core figure at Kuroiwa Law Firm.
Such people wouldn't casually distribute their private numbers.
But conversely, anyone who knew his private number couldn't be a nobody. Even if they didn't know each other, he had to be cautious and treat them seriously.
"Hello, Lawyer Kuroiwa. My name is Seiji Fujiwara."
Seiji smiled slightly and said: "Fifteen years ago, Yuichi Fujiwara entrusted assets to your firm for safekeeping, stipulating they'd be unsealed when I turned eighteen. The code is , the storage location is . Now the time limit has arrived—I plan to come retrieve them."
"That..."
On the other end, Yoshitaka Kuroiwa didn't react immediately.
Asset entrustment?
Fifteen years ago?
Back then, his father still controlled the firm, but unfortunately his father died in a car accident years ago without leaving any related instructions.
But the other party had indeed stated the code format and storage location used by Kuroiwa Law Firm.
"Um, please wait a moment, Fujiwara-san." Yoshitaka Kuroiwa's voice carried rigor as he spoke calmly: "Regarding what you mentioned, I don't have related records on hand... I need time to verify."
"That's appropriate. After you verify, just call this number back." Seiji said.
"Yes, my apologies." Yoshitaka Kuroiwa replied.
Subsequently, the call disconnected.
Yoshitaka Kuroiwa sat in his office chair, contemplating.
He glanced at that unfamiliar number on his phone, recalled the other party's young voice again, his brow furrowing slightly.
"Fujiwara? An entrustment from fifteen years ago?"
As current head of Kuroiwa Law Firm, he had to handle countless complex cases and entrustments daily, but one this bizarre was a first.
Fifteen years ago, he was still a greenhorn student at law school.
Everything at the firm was controlled by his father.
After thinking.
Yoshitaka Kuroiwa opened his computer, pulled up all the firm's electronic archives from the past twenty years, and entered two names: "Yuichi Fujiwara" and "Seiji Fujiwara."
[No records found.]
A prompt popped up on the computer.
"Nothing?"
Yoshitaka Kuroiwa's frown deepened, but remembering the other party accurately stated the archival code format only used internally by Kuroiwa Law Firm, he felt it couldn't be a joke.
After pondering a moment.
Yoshitaka Kuroiwa suddenly thought of something.
Lawyers of his father's generation didn't completely trust cold machines. For certain extremely important, extremely private entrustments, they were more accustomed to using paper and safes.
Thinking of this, Yoshitaka Kuroiwa stood up, walked toward the old filing cabinet in the office corner, and pulled out his father's work diary from the bottom layer.
He flipped through page by page.
Finally, at a certain date from fifteen years ago, his fingertip stopped.
[Client: Yuichi Fujiwara. Beneficiary: Seiji Fujiwara. Reason: Asset custody.]
A short line, yet it made Yoshitaka Kuroiwa raise his eyebrows.
It really exists!
At the same time, seeing the name 'Seiji' again, a sense of familiarity welled up.
He returned to his desk, rapidly typed that name into the search bar on his computer.
The next second, the search results that popped up on the screen made him instantly widen his eyes.
Six Days, Six People, Six Guns! A Certain Magical Index!
Naoki Prize! Edogawa Rampo Prize!
That genius author who single-handedly stirred up the entire literary world and was hailed as "once in a hundred years in the Reiwa era"!
"It's actually... him?!"
Yoshitaka Kuroiwa gaped.
He never imagined that a long-forgotten fifteen-year-old entrustment would actually involve such a young famous author!
This was an opportunity!
A gleam suddenly flashed in Yoshitaka Kuroiwa's eyes.
Such a young achiever—if he could be recruited as a client of Kuroiwa Firm, it would definitely bring enormous benefits!
"Must take action immediately."
Yoshitaka Kuroiwa immediately stood up and rushed to the firm's underground private vault.
At the location Seiji provided, he found a safe that had been sealed for years. Entering the code, the box opened with a click. Inside lay a perfectly sealed manila envelope.
On the envelope, his father's familiar handwriting:
[This entrustment document may only be unsealed when beneficiary Seiji Fujiwara-sama turns eighteen and personally contacts us himself.]
It matches!
Yoshitaka Kuroiwa took the document and immediately dialed Seiji's number, his voice several times more respectful than before.
"Fujiwara-sensei! My apologies for the interruption!"
"The entrustment document has been confirmed without error! When would be convenient for you? I'll handle all unsealing and handover procedures for you!"
"Send me the address. I'll come this afternoon." On the phone, Seiji's tone was unhurried.
"Yes! Yes! I'll send you the firm's address right away!"
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