"I... I didn't see anything!"
Eliza hastily waved her hands, backtracking. "I can swear! I won't say anything! I came here just to thank you for bringing Kikuri to the hospital! Yes! That's it!"
"Really?" Ryo Yamada immediately scrambled up from the floor, grabbing her hands with eyes full of fear and uncertainty. "Shimizu-senpai, you really... won't say anything?"
"I promise! I swear!" Eliza Shimizu nodded vigorously.
"Ha." Seiji let out a cold laugh. "We're all adults here. What credibility does a verbal promise have?"
He advanced step by step toward Eliza Shimizu, scrutinizing her with the gaze one might use to appraise merchandise.
"Miss Shimizu, if you don't pay something to prove your 'sincerity,' do you think I'll believe you so easily?"
Eliza Shimizu's expression shifted.
As an adult, she naturally wasn't naive.
If tonight, she didn't pay something... she probably wouldn't be leaving this place.
Thinking this far.
Fear, anger, unwillingness, and the resolve to protect her friends and the band...
Countless emotions intertwined and collided in Eliza's heart, ultimately transforming into a silent sigh.
Her personality had always been decisive.
Since there was no way to retreat, she should proactively choose the price.
Eliza Shimizu took a deep breath and raised her head. "...What do I need to pay?"
Her voice was exceptionally calm.
She no longer looked at Ryo Yamada, only staring directly at Seiji with eyes full of contempt and disgust.
"Photos? Or video?"
She sneered, her tone dripping with mockery.
"Just say it. Don't you just want to hold something over me, then make your move on me? I know this routine very well."
"..."
"..."
Seiji and Ryo Yamada were completely stunned.
They truly hadn't expected that this seemingly gentle and reliable blonde beauty would be so shrewd, so... resolute.
For a moment, neither knew whether they should continue this act.
However, Eliza Shimizu no longer intended to give them time to hesitate.
She let out a resigned sigh, then under their increasingly astonished gazes, walked briskly to stand before Seiji.
She adjusted her skirt, then knelt directly down.
"I'm not carrying any recording devices. You can rest assured."
After saying this, under the utterly shocked gazes of Seiji and Ryo Yamada, Eliza parted her red lips.
Then, with eyes filled with anger and humiliation, she signaled to Seiji... you can take photos now.
At this point, Seiji knew that if he hesitated any longer, he wouldn't be a man.
Though the process was completely beyond his expectations, the result was one he was most pleased to see.
Eliza Shimizu, this golden-haired beauty with a gentle exterior and strong interior... he liked her very much too. As for explanations... at worst, he could explain slowly after finishing.
"Ha, quite resolute, aren't you."
He immediately switched back to that "sinister adult" voice, condescendingly teasing the girl before him.
"Hmm? So it's your first time? Your technique is quite unpracticed. Come, use your tongue like this... right, deeper... very good, you're learning quickly."
Though Eliza Shimizu felt nothing but displeasure and disgust, she knew she was now the fish on the chopping board, with no room to resist.
For her friends, for the band, she could only endure the humiliation and earnestly learn the various techniques he taught.
After an indeterminate amount of time, only when her mouth began to ache did it finally end.
A flash of intense humiliation crossed Eliza Shimizu's eyes. Her expression struggled for a long while before she finally moved her throat, swallowing with difficulty the liquid filled with masculine essence.
Seiji, looking thoroughly satisfied, took out his phone.
Click.
He took a photo of Eliza Shimizu's face.
In the photo, Eliza Shimizu had her eyes slightly closed, tears of humiliation still hanging from her long lashes, her delicate face filled with suppressed fury.
And another long rod still dripping with some liquid rested insolently against her cheek.
...
...
After finishing all this, Eliza Shimizu slowly stood up.
She roughly wiped her lips with the back of her hand, coldly regarding Seiji.
"Are you satisfied now?"
Without waiting for Seiji to answer, Eliza continued, "But it definitely won't end this simply, right?"
"Scum like you absolutely won't let me go tonight."
Seiji and Ryo Yamada were stunned again.
"Wait for me." Eliza Shimizu's tone was terrifyingly calm. "I'm going to rinse my mouth, then you can take me wherever you want."
With that, she turned and left without looking back.
Leaving Seiji and Ryo Yamada at the scene, staring at each other, falling into prolonged silence.
After a good while, Ryo spoke in a dreamlike tone. "Seiji... I think I've met my match. Someone's even more proactive than me?"
Then she reverted to her carefree manner, patting Seiji's shoulder like a troublemaking friend.
Using the tone of a close buddy, she congratulated him. "Congrats, Seiji. You've bagged another top-tier prize."
"Ha... thanks." Seiji also replied with a bitter smile, like a close buddy.
He discovered that the relationship between him and Ryo seemed to be getting stranger and stranger.
They were increasingly becoming a pair of troublemaking accomplices.
...
...
At the hospital, Eliza Shimizu first rushed into the restroom, turned on the faucet, and frantically rinsed her mouth, the anger and disgust in her heart nearly consuming her.
Then she forcefully suppressed all emotions, put on a calm expression, and returned to the hospital room.
"Eliza! You're back!" Seeing her, Kikuri Hiroi immediately reached out like a child, whimpering, "Will you stay and keep me company? I'm so scared here alone..."
Eliza Shimizu, looking at her like this, was so angry she nearly exploded.
This is all because of you, you idiot!
But her face showed not the slightest emotion.
Eliza mercilessly rejected Kikuri Hiroi's request. "The doctor said you're fine. You can be discharged once you finish the IV. I have things to do, I'm leaving first."
With that, she resolutely turned and left.
Walking out of the hospital room, she happened to see Ryo Yamada leaning against the wall in the corridor, apparently waiting for her.
"I'll stay here to look after Kikuri-senpai." Ryo said flatly.
Eliza Shimizu merely nodded expressionlessly, not even bothering to say "thank you," and walked straight past her.
Walking outside the hospital.
Eliza looked up to see Seiji sitting in his car, quietly parked at the entrance.
She took a deep breath, pulled open the car door, and directly got into the passenger seat.
"Drive." Her voice was ice cold.
Seiji started the car, deliberately asking as he drove, "Where to? Your place, or the Yamada house?"
He deliberately paused, adding in a voice full of temptation and wickedness, "By the way, the Yamada house has many fun little toys. We could try them together."
Hearing this, Eliza Shimizu's face immediately showed disgust.
"To my place!"
She nearly squeezed out these three words through clenched teeth.
Completely unaware she'd fallen into a trap.
Seiji's face displayed a triumphant smile.
Excellent.
Eliza Shimizu's address... acquired!
...
...
The vehicle slowly entered a quiet residential area.
Seiji parked the car in front of an apartment building that looked quite aged. He looked up, observing the surrounding environment with interest.
"Oh? So you live here." Seiji spoke in a tone as if discovering something interesting.
This seemingly casual remark made Eliza Shimizu jolt in alarm.
Not good!
Only now did she belatedly realize she'd exposed her address!
Damn it!
Eliza secretly clenched her fists, her expression growing even colder.
"Get out."
She entered ahead with a cold face. Seiji followed unhurriedly behind her.
Opening the door, a faint fragrance belonging to a woman wafted out.
Upon entering the room, Eliza Shimizu headed straight for the bathroom.
"I'm taking a shower." She dropped this sentence and closed the bathroom door.
Seiji unsurprisingly sat on the bed in her room, surveying this small space.
In stark contrast to Eliza Shimizu's refined, gentle, and meticulous exterior, her room was a hardcore otaku girl's sanctuary.
The room was packed with various cardboard boxes stuffed densely with doujinshi, from popular shonen manga to obscure yuri titles, everything imaginable.
By the walls, on the wardrobe, even under the bed, every gap was crammed with various cosplay costumes and props. A magical girl's wand leaned in the corner, a cyber diva's electronic wig hung on the chair back, filling almost the entire space until there was barely room to step.
The only exception was the guitar stand protected in the corner, upon which rested a beautiful Fender electric guitar.
...
Before long, the bathroom door opened.
Eliza Shimizu, freshly washed and fragrant, emerged wrapped in a pristine bath towel.
Her wet golden hair dripped water droplets that traced down her elegant neck, sliding into the deep and alluring hollows of her collarbone.
She had obviously thoroughly cleaned her mouth as well, her lips appearing especially rosy from repeated scrubbing.
Eliza walked before Seiji, stopped, and spoke with a tone like facing death:
"Let's begin."
But Seiji was in no hurry.
He stood up, his face still wearing that smiling expression.
Rather than directly undoing the bath towel, he slowly appreciated her, using his fingertips to lightly trace across her smooth shoulders, across her elegant collarbone, across her flat and taut abdomen...
"Don't rush." As he appreciated her, he continuously voiced praise in a magnetic voice. "Truly wonderful."
Eliza closed her eyes, her face flushing red with anger.
Seiji chuckled, no longer teasing her, and reached out to hook the edge of the bath towel.
The towel slowly slid down.
A mature yet vitally youthful, exquisite figure was displayed completely before him.
Her proud peaks, like two sacred snow mountains, gleamed enticingly under the lights.
Eliza Shimizu kept her eyes tightly shut throughout, her body trembling slightly from shame and tension.
In her heart, she told herself over and over...
It's fine, just think of it as being bitten by a dog... endure it, and it'll pass...
Until Seiji began his "formal assault"...
Skillful techniques effortlessly broke through all of Eliza's defenses, directly igniting the flames in the deepest parts of her body.
Eliza could no longer maintain that feigned calm.
A suppressed, sweet moan escaped from her lips.
This sound was like flipping a switch.
She felt herself like a small boat in a storm, tossed again and again by towering waves, thrown to the clouds, then violently smashed into the ocean depths.
In a daze, she completely lost perception of time and space.
She could only drift with the current in this ultimate, dizzying pleasure...
...
After an indeterminate time, perhaps a full hour, perhaps longer.
When everything returned to calm, Eliza Shimizu was already being held by Seiji, lying on her own bed.
She was weak all over, her mind completely blank, her face full of shock.
It felt too good!
It even gave her an addictive sensation.
'How could it feel this good?'
'Didn't they say a girl's first time would be rather uncomfortable?'
'Why am I practically over the moon with pleasure?'
Eliza's brain was in chaos.
At this moment, Seiji's leisurely voice reached her ear.
"Alright, now we can talk."
Talk about what?
Eliza, her thoughts interrupted, glared at Seiji with displeasure.
"First, I didn't threaten Ryo Yamada. What you saw outside the hospital was just a kind of... roleplay between us." Seiji said slowly.
"What?!"
Eliza Shimizu's eyes widened in astonishment.
"Second," Seiji continued, "about Kikuri Hiroi... she was actually willing too."
He looked at Eliza Shimizu's eyes full of doubt and added, "Of course, she was frightened at first. You can ask her yourself tomorrow about this."
If Kikuri Hiroi truly resisted strongly, Seiji and Ryo would have stopped at the end.
But obviously, she was quite willing to accept.
"Are you kidding?" After hearing this, Eliza Shimizu was even more shocked.
Then Seiji, right in front of her, took out his phone, found the photo he'd just taken, and pressed delete.
"I deleted the photo."
He turned his head, looking at the golden-haired beauty still in a dazed state in his arms.
"However, you're truly wonderful. If you're free later, we can continue meeting up."
With that, Seiji adjusted his position, held her more tightly, then... closed his eyes and went to sleep.
Eliza was completely bewildered.
Roleplay? Kikuri was willing? Photo deleted? Continue meeting up?
What... what is all this?!
Countless thoughts battled in her mind.
Until finally, exhaustion surged over her, and she couldn't hold on anymore, falling into deep sleep.
...
When she woke the next day, daylight was already bright.
"Hmm?"
Eliza woke up, slowly opened her eyes, and looked around.
Seiji had already left.
Sitting up, Eliza discovered that on the nightstand, there was even a prepared breakfast and a glass of warm milk.
Seiji's words from last night surfaced again in her mind.
She sat in silence for a long while.
Finally, she picked up her phone and called Kikuri Hiroi.
The call connected.
"Eliza...?" Kikuri Hiroi's voice sounded much more energetic.
"Kikuri." Eliza Shimizu took a deep breath, asking with a serious tone, "Tell me what happened last night! Don't leave out a single word!"
On the other end, Kikuri Hiroi paused.
She hesitated, then awkwardly recounted everything that happened last night in detail.
Her account was completely consistent with what Seiji had said!
After hearing it all, Eliza Shimizu sat completely dazed.
She slowly lowered her phone, burying her face deep into her pillow.
So from start to finish, it was only her being delusional?!
She had willingly delivered herself to his doorstep?!
"AHHHHHHHHH... !!!"
Intense shame and indignation instantly shot to the top of her head.
In her own room, Eliza clutched her head, letting out an impotent, furious scream.
...
...
On the other side, Seiji drove to the hospital and picked up the now-recovered Ryo Yamada and Kikuri Hiroi.
Both of them followed him back to the Yamada house to rest.
During this time, Seiji looked at the uneasy Kikuri Hiroi and said flatly, "I'll find you a new place to live and arrange for a doctor to help you quit drinking."