More than half an hour later.
When Seika and the PA assistant finished tallying the accounts and were preparing to lock up and leave, they discovered that the pink-haired drunkard who had been huddled in the corner of the sofa had vanished without a trace.
"Where'd she go?" the PA assistant asked in confusion.
"Tch, she probably couldn't resist again and ran off to a nearby convenience store to buy booze." Seika dismissed it with a wave, unconcerned. "What a hopeless case."
They didn't think much of it, simply assuming Kikuri Hiroi had given in to her alcohol cravings again. Seika pulled out her phone and skillfully sent a text to Eliza Shimizu.
[From: Seika Ijichi]
[To: Eliza Shimizu]
[That Kikuri slipped away from my place just now. She probably went to buy booze. If you find her, just take her home directly. Don't let her come back to STARRY.]
Soon, her phone vibrated.
[From: Eliza Shimizu]
[To: Seika Ijichi]
[Got it, Manager Seika. Thank you so much. Sorry for causing you trouble again.]
Seeing this reply filled with exhaustion and apology, Seika sighed helplessly and shoved the phone back into her pocket.
At that very moment, the "trouble" who was supposed to be at a convenience store buying alcohol was actually sitting in the back seat of a taxi, speeding toward the wealthy district of Setagaya Ward.
She had scraped together the last 10,000 yen from emptying every pocket and resolutely decided to splurge on a cab.
"Hehe... Ryo-chan's big mansion... premium sake... Here I come!"
Meanwhile, in Setagaya Ward, at the Yamada residence.
The atmosphere in the massive master bedroom had reached its peak of intimacy.
Seiji reclined half-upright on the bed, while Ryo Yamada knelt on all fours before him.
Her face displayed an expression of bashfulness, excitement, and anticipation... utterly captivating.
"Seiji..."
Her voice was like a feather, lightly scratching against Seiji's eardrums.
"After these past days of expanding my 'four-zero-zero'... whether in depth or width, it's completely opened up a Pandora's box."
"Please, come in."
She lifted her head, those blue eyes shining brilliantly in the dim lighting.
"Claim the last territory of my body!"
Hiss...
Seiji felt his entire body heat up at her blunt, erotically charged words, drawing in a sharp breath.
This weirdo was getting better and better at this game.
He didn't hold back, pressing Ryo Yamada beneath him and carefully observing and exploring that mysterious, tight rear territory that had never been touched by anyone.
After a moment, Seiji nodded.
The situation there was favorable. Though still narrow, it was now passable.
"Are you ready?" Seiji's voice grew somewhat hoarse with excitement.
"Mm!" Ryo nodded, closing her eyes, presenting herself for the taking.
Seiji took a deep breath, preparing to launch his assault...
"Ding-dong... ! Ding-dong... ! Ding-dong... !"
An urgent doorbell suddenly rang out.
Immediately after, a drunken voice full of foolishness came shouting from outside the door.
"Ryo... chan... ! Open the door... ! It's Kikuri... ! Open up quick! I have nowhere to go... ! Let me have a drink... !"
Seiji, his momentum interrupted, froze mid-motion, annoyance flashing across his face.
And beneath him, Ryo's eyes snapped open, those beautiful blue irises filled with thick irritation and displeasure.
Kikuri Hiroi?
Why the hell did this troublesome drunk have to show up now?!
...
...
The doorbell and Kikuri Hiroi's oblivious shouting continued echoing outside the mansion.
Seiji's mood had been thoroughly ruined. He rolled off Ryo Yamada, asking with some displeasure: "Who's outside?"
Although the moment he heard that distinctive accent and raspy voice, he had instantly identified the visitor... the recognition was too high. Other than that genius drunk Kikuri Hiroi, it couldn't be anyone else.
But on the surface, he still pretended ignorance.
"A troublesome drunk senior." Ryo's tone was full of irritation at being interrupted.
She propped herself up, about to go send her away, when suddenly those blue eyes flashed with three strange glints.
She turned her head toward Seiji, her face showing an expression even more excited and fervent than before.
"Seiji..." Her voice carried a seductive tremor. "Don't you think our 'performance' would be even more stimulating if we had an audience?"
"Hmm?" Seiji raised an eyebrow.
He understood what Ryo Yamada meant, and for a moment felt somewhat tempted, though also hesitant.
Though he'd tried various things, this kind of situation... he really hadn't played that openly before.
"It's fine."
Ryo seemed to perceive his concerns and continued persuading him coaxingly. "That Kikuri Hiroi outside is a hopeless alcoholic. As long as you give her enough booze, she'll immediately become a corpse that can only giggle stupidly. Forget understanding what we're doing... she won't even know where she is. And when she wakes up tomorrow, she definitely won't remember anything."
She leaned close to Seiji's ear, whispering in a voice filled with demonic temptation that only the two of them could hear:
"Using a living person as the backdrop for our 'coupling'... don't you think that's very 'rock and roll'?"
"Well..." The scales in Seiji's mind began to tip.
"Then it's settled!"
Without waiting for Seiji to agree, Ryo had already jumped down from the bed eagerly, quickly throwing on a simple house dress and heading straight for the door.
"Hey..."
"Don't worry, leave everything to me." She looked back, flashing Seiji a confident smile.
With that, she hurried out.
Seiji could only spread his hands helplessly.
^
...
"Click."
The door opened.
Seeing it open, Kikuri Hiroi immediately displayed an ingratiating smile, clasping her hands together and bowing repeatedly.
"Ryo-chan! I knew you were the best! Please, please, let me stay for one night! I swear, I absolutely won't cause you any trouble!"
"Sure."
Ryo's response was crisp and decisive.
This stunned even Kikuri Hiroi, who had prepared an entire repertoire of wheedling tactics, never expecting the other party to agree so easily.
"Eh? Really? Ryo-chan, you... why are you being so agreeable today?"
"Come in."
Before Kikuri Hiroi could react, Ryo grabbed her hand and roughly pulled her inside.
And in the living room, because everything happened so suddenly, Seiji had no time to hide. Still bare-chested with only a bath towel around his waist, he came face to face with the dragged-in Kikuri Hiroi.
"Oh my?"
Kikuri Hiroi's drunken, hazy eyes swept over Seiji's perfectly sculpted chest and abs, muttering in confusion, "Ryo-chan... why does it seem like there's a naked man in your house..."
"Don't worry about such details."
Ryo's voice came from the side.
Expressionless, she straightened Kikuri Hiroi's wandering head, then, as if performing magic, pulled out an expensive bottle of sake from the liquor cabinet behind her and stuffed it directly into Kikuri Hiroi's arms.
It was a bottle of "Juyondai Ryusen," one Seiji usually bought to drink.
"Waaaaaah!"
The moment she saw those gilt characters on the bottle, Kikuri Hiroi let out a shriek of happiness that nearly made her faint.
"Ryu... Ryusen?! Is it that legendary Ryusen?! I... I can actually touch it with my own hands!"
She hugged the bottle, happy as a three-year-old child.
As for that "naked man" from earlier, she'd already forgotten him completely.
"Time to dig in!"
Kikuri Hiroi shouted, unscrewed the cap, and just like that, hugging the bottle, began gulping it down with loud "glug glug glug" sounds.
Ryo turned back toward Seiji, showing him a smug "see, just like I said" expression.
Seiji could only spread his hands helplessly, indicating his complete surrender.
The "Ryusen" had tremendous aftereffects.
Soon, after downing more than half the bottle, Kikuri Hiroi's eyes rolled back and she completely passed out on the sofa, becoming a "corpse" that could only emit "hehe hehe" stupid giggles.
Ryo walked over, carefully confirming she was indeed dead drunk, then like arranging a doll, adjusted her body into a position facing directly toward the empty space in the center of the living room.
That would be tonight's main stage for this performance.
After finishing these preparations, she walked back to Seiji and slowly untied her house dress...
"Come on, Seiji."
Seiji could no longer contain the flames in his heart.
The house dress hit the floor. Ryo stood naked, glanced at Kikuri passed out on the sofa clutching that expensive sake bottle, then back at him.
She pulled off his towel.
"Before she interrupted..."
"Your ass."
"Yeah." She walked backward toward the carpet, directly in Kikuri's line of sight. "But warm me up first."
He guided her down onto the plush carpet. She lay back, legs spreading without prompting.
He knelt between her thighs and pushed inside. She was already wet.
Her nails dug into his shoulders. "Nnh..."
He started slow, testing. She wasn't having it.
"Harder. She can't hear us anyway."
He gave her what she wanted. Deep, deliberate thrusts that echoed in the quiet mansion.
Plap. Plap.
Ryo's eyes kept darting to Kikuri. Each time she confirmed the drunk was still passed out cold, her pussy got wetter around him.
"She's right there," Ryo panted. "Doesn't even know..."
He leaned down, caught her nipple between his teeth. Bit down.
"Fuck!" Her back arched off the carpet.
The wet sounds grew louder. Schlick-schlick-schlick.
"This is fucked up," she gasped. "I love it."
"Wait." She pushed at his chest. "Turn me around."
He pulled out, cock slick and throbbing. Ryo immediately flipped onto hands and knees, positioning herself to face Kikuri's unconscious form directly.
He gripped her hips and pushed back in from behind. The angle let him go deeper.
Her arms shook but she locked her elbows, stabilizing. "Oh fuck..."
He fucked her harder now, hips slapping against her ass with each stroke.
PLAP. PLAP. PLAP.
"Fuck..." Ryo stared at Kikuri's drooling face. "Could wake up..."
He reached around, found her clit and rubbed in tight circles.
"Seiji...! I'm...!"
She came hard, pussy clamping down on him, whole body shaking. He didn't stop, fucking her through the orgasm until she collapsed forward onto her elbows, gasping.
After a moment, she pushed herself up on shaky legs, walked to the bar counter. Bent over it, hands flat on the polished wood, presenting her ass.
"Here. Fuck my ass right here."
He found the lube in the drawer. Slicked his fingers, worked one carefully into her tight ass.
She tensed, then forced herself to relax. Controlled breathing.
"More."
He added a second finger, scissoring gently, stretching her.
Small sounds escaped her lips. "Nnh... ah..."
He withdrew his fingers, coated his cock with lube. Lined up against her ass and began pushing.
"Ready?"
She nodded.
He pushed slowly.
"Nnh! Fuck..." Her knuckles went white gripping the counter edge.
"Breathe."
She took a shaky breath. He pushed deeper, inch by inch.
"Oh fuck oh fuck..." She pressed her forehead against the cool marble. "Don't stop..."
He worked in slowly until he was fully seated inside her ass.
"How's it feel?"
"Full..." Ryo gasped. "So fucking full... move..."
He pulled back, then pushed in. Started a careful rhythm, gradually building speed as her sounds shifted from discomfort to pleasure.
"Yes... yes..." Her hand slid down between her legs, fingers finding her clit. "Harder..."
He gripped her hips tighter and thrust more forcefully.
"Fuck! So deep...!"
She rubbed herself frantically, the combination pushing her toward the edge.
"I'm gonna...!"
She came with a sharp cry, ass clenching around him almost painfully tight. He groaned but held back from finishing.
When her trembling subsided, he pulled out carefully.
She straightened slowly, wincing. "Bedroom."
They left Kikuri passed out in the living room.
In the bedroom, Ryo pushed him down onto the bed and straddled him, sinking down onto his cock in one smooth motion.
"Ah..." She bit her lip, adjusting to the penetration. From this position she could control the pace and depth.
She started riding him, rolling her hips in a steady rhythm. Her breasts bounced with each movement, and he reached up to cup them, thumbs brushing over her hardened nipples.
She gasped, arching into his touch.
"You feel good..." she breathed, picking up speed. Bouncing harder now, each drop driving him deeper.
The bed creaked beneath them, the sound mixing with their heavy breathing and the wet slap of their bodies meeting.
Plap plap plap plap.
"Ryo..." Seiji's hands moved to her hips, guiding her movements. "I'm close..."
"Inside," she demanded, grinding down hard. "Cum inside me."
Her words pushed him over the edge. With a groan, Seiji thrust up sharply, burying himself to the hilt as he came, flooding her pussy with his release.
"Yes...!" Ryo threw her head back, feeling the hot spurts filling her. The sensation triggered her third orgasm, her pussy milking every last drop from him.
Finally she collapsed forward onto his chest, both of them gasping for air. Seiji's cock slowly softened inside her, their combined fluids beginning to leak out onto his thighs.
They lay in silence for several moments, hearts gradually slowing.
"...Rock and roll," Ryo muttered eventually.
They didn't move for a long time.
In her daze, Kikuri Hiroi seemed to have a very long, very strange dream.
In the dream, she seemed to hear many lewd, obscene words.
She seemed to see two blindingly white bodies, on the living room carpet, on the sofa, even on the bar counter, entangled and colliding wildly in various positions she'd only seen in forbidden magazines.
She also seemed to smell a rich, sweet yet vitally alive scent.
But she was just too drunk.
Those images and sounds were all like looking through a thick layer of frosted glass... blurry, distorted, unreal.
She just felt this dream was so noisy...
Then, she rolled over, hugging that priceless bottle of "Ryusen" in her arms, and fell deeply asleep again.
...
...
Meanwhile, on the other side of Tokyo.
Eliza Shimizu was anxiously pacing back and forth in her apartment.
Even wearing just simple house clothes, it was impossible to hide her beauty.
A waterfall of smooth golden hair cascaded casually over her shoulders, further accentuating her delicate, gentle face like white jade under moonlight, flawless.
She had a tall, graceful figure, and a simple silk nightgown perfectly outlined her mature and beautiful body curves, radiating a reassuring intellectual charm.
Usually, this reliable captain and lead vocalist of the SICKHACK band always wore a big-sister-like gentle and dependable smile on her face.
But at this moment, her lovely brows were furrowed tight with worry, and her calm, water-like beautiful eyes were filled with unconcealed anxiety and exhaustion.
She glanced at the clock on the wall. The hour hand had already pointed to midnight.
She dialed Kikuri Hiroi's number again, but still no one answered.
"That idiot... where did she run off to again!"
She'd asked all the friends who might know Kikuri Hiroi's whereabouts, but came up empty-handed.
"Honestly... why does she always have to cause so much trouble..."
...
...
Late night.
On the large bed in the master bedroom, a storm-like "rock performance" finally came to its curtain call.
The air still lingered with a decadent, languid atmosphere.
Seiji lazed against the headboard, enjoying the calm after conquering everything. The afterglow of the girl's body in his arms... her every breath carried satisfied tremors.
And Ryo Yamada, like a cat completely drained of strength, curled up in his embrace, not wanting to move even a finger. Her body still retained the alluring flush that hadn't faded from their peak.
Neither spoke, just enjoying this tranquility after the storm.
Seiji's hand absently stroked Ryo's smooth-as-silk back, feeling her even breathing tinged with a trace of exhaustion.
"Ha... Seiji-kun really is a monster..." After a long while, Ryo finally let out a satisfied sigh in a voice barely above a whisper, hoarse.
Seiji looked down, kissed her forehead, smiled, and said nothing.
Just then, an inopportune vibrating sound from the living room broke the peace.
It was Kikuri Hiroi's phone, carelessly tossed on the sofa.
"Hmm?" Seiji raised an eyebrow.
Ryo Yamada struggled up from his embrace, propping up her upper body with some displeasure wrinkling her brow.
This drunk really was trouble from head to toe.
She threw on a silk robe, barefoot, and walked to the living room.
She saw Kikuri Hiroi's phone screen flashing with an incoming call display... "Elena."
Ryo thought for a moment, then directly pressed the callback button.
The call was answered almost instantly, and an anxious, panicked female voice immediately came through the receiver.
"Kikuri?! You idiot! Where the hell did you run off to?! Do you know I'm going crazy with worry?!"
Ryo Yamada listened to Eliza Shimizu's voice on the other end, almost crying, but her face showed no ripple of emotion.
She cleared her throat and spoke calmly:
"Hello, Miss Shimizu. This is Ryo Yamada."
Dead silence fell on the other end.
After several seconds, Eliza Shimizu's voice, filled with uncertainty and shock, finally responded: "...Yamada-san? Why is it you? Where's Kikuri? Is she with you? Is she okay?"
"She's fine." Ryo's tone was flat. "She's staying at my place, already drunk unconscious."
"Whew..."
The sound of Eliza Shimizu's relieved exhale came through the receiver. "Thank... thank goodness... As long as she's at your place... Thank you so much, Yamada-san! Sorry for troubling you again!"
Her tone was full of gratitude.
After all, in her understanding, Ryo was also dealing with troubles of her own.
That she was willing to take in the bigger trouble that was Kikuri filled her heart with appreciation.
"I'll come get her right now!" Eliza Shimizu immediately said.
"No need." Ryo Yamada refused without hesitation. "It's too late now. Just let her rest at my place. You can pick her up tomorrow."
"Eh? But... that's too much trouble for you..."
"It's fine." Ryo's voice remained that unquestionable flatness. "Then it's settled."
With that, she hung up decisively.
On the other end, Eliza Shimizu heard the dial tone, her whole body jolting.
She put down the phone, the boulder that had been hanging in her heart finally settling. But immediately after, a strange feeling crept up her heart like vines.
Yamada-san's voice... seemed off.
That voice carried something she'd never heard before... the kind of... languidness and softness that only mature women have.
Subconsciously, she opened her phone browser and entered the keywords "Yamada General Hospital."
News flooded in.
Various reports about the "mysterious tycoon" and "Genesis Corporation President Seiji," combined with Nijika's dispirited state after returning home that night, and Ryo's abnormal voice just now...
A vague notion began forming in Eliza's mind.