"Yes!"
Sakaguchi Ken bowed deeply once more before turning to leave. His straight back radiated determination.
He was not surprised by this outcome at all.
Back when dealing with the Tohto Medical Group, he'd already witnessed firsthand his young boss's godlike, unfathomable methods. Both the underworld and legitimate society, the political and business worlds... they all seemed like chess pieces he could manipulate at will.
Sakaguchi Ken's heart overflowed with infinite gratitude and pride.
He knew he'd chosen the right person to follow. Becoming Seiji's "blade" was the most correct decision he'd ever made in his life. He would witness the rise of an unprecedented business empire, and he himself would be one of its most important cornerstones!
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Meanwhile, in Kyoto, within a sprawling, heavily guarded traditional Japanese estate.
The current head of the Toyokawa family, Toyokawa Sadaharu, sat in a quiet tea room, gazing at the ancient pine tree in the courtyard... said to be over a thousand years old... while silently sipping his tea.
Before him knelt several core members of the Toyokawa family.
"Lord Sadaharu! I don't understand!"
A middle-aged man who appeared to be in his forties spoke with some dissatisfaction, "Why should we sell our shares in Daido Life? And at such a cheap price! This is practically handing it over free to that Fujiwara Seiji brat!"
"That's right, Family Head! Although Daido Life is just a small asset, the annual cash flow is still considerable! Just giving it up like this is too wasteful! This will make outsiders think the Toyokawa family is afraid of that young man!" another clan member echoed.
The tea room filled with an atmosphere of discontent and confusion.
Toyokawa Sadaharu slowly set down his teacup, producing a crisp sound.
The tea room instantly fell silent.
His clouded yet intensely sharp eyes slowly swept over everyone present.
"What you see is a loss." His voice came slowly, aged and hoarse yet carrying profound authority. "What I see is an investment."
"Investment?" Everyone exchanged puzzled glances, even more confused.
Toyokawa Sadaharu offered no further explanation.
He merely waved his hand, signaling them to withdraw.
Only after the tea room emptied save for himself and an old butler did he let out a long sigh.
"A bunch of... fools who only see immediate gains."
He picked up a dossier from the table... one containing all of Fujiwara Seiji's public and private information since his debut.
[Debuted with the short story "6 People, 6 Days, 6 Guns," then his full-length novel "A Certain Magical Index" broke the light novel industry's sales records.]
[The youngest Edogawa Rampo Prize and Naoki Prize winner in history.]
[Founded Genesis Company, entered the animation production industry with thunderous methods, his "Puella Magi Madoka Magica" project dominated its season and showed the bearing of an overlord.]
[Crushed Tohto Medical, absorbed nearly half their assets, established Shinto Medical.]
[With the "Legal High" script, made an impact on Japan's entire television drama industry.]
[Commands a private armed force of mysterious background and terrifying strength... overnight, he wiped out the Black Dragon Syndicate; within three days, bloodlessly swallowed Daido Life...]
One after another, each achievement struck Toyokawa Sadaharu's heart like a heavy hammer.
He secretly lamented that even in his own youth when he'd considered himself a prodigy of his generation, compared to this young man, he was like a firefly trying to compete with the full moon's radiance.
Moreover, his son-in-law Toyokawa Kiyosugu's so-called "ten billion yen investment failure" was no mistake at all, but rather three premeditated attacks launched by rival families!
The Toyokawa family now faced powerful enemies circling outside, concerns about lacking an heir inside, plus his own deteriorating health... one could say they were weathering a storm.
At this critical juncture, to offend such an unfathomable young man over a small insurance company... what foolish behavior that would be!
"Selling the shares isn't about fearing him." Toyokawa Sadaharu spoke to the old butler as if talking to himself. "It's about letting him see our goodwill."
"What's more..." A cunning fox-like gleam flashed in his eyes. "What the Toyokawa family needs now isn't preservation, but breakthrough."
"A powerful 'external force'... is exactly what the Toyokawa family needs right now."
"Go," he handed the dossier to the old butler, "investigate him further in detail! His personality, preferences, all his social relationships... and as for Shoko, the playing house should end now. It's time for her to come back and shoulder the Toyokawa family's responsibilities!"
The old butler's heart trembled as he instantly understood his master's meaning.
"You mean... you want to betroth the young lady to him, make him your grandson-in-law?"
Toyokawa Sadaharu closed his eyes and did not answer.
But his silence itself was a form of confirmation.
If they couldn't become enemies, then find a way to make him one of their own.
This was the survival strategy of a family with centuries of tradition.
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One week later.
Daido Life Insurance Company officially renamed itself [New Eden Insurance Group], becoming another massive cash cow under Genesis Company's umbrella, following [Shinto Medical Group].
Seiji simply listened to Sakaguchi Ken's brief report on the acquisition process, then handed all daily operations to a professional CEO.
He only needed to control personnel and finances, without concerning himself with tedious processes.
That once-arrogant sales department manager Suzuki Shigeru was also "arranged" by Sakaguchi Ken... convicted of multiple counts of financial fraud, embezzlement, and inciting assault, he was sentenced to twenty years imprisonment. He'd be an old man when released.
With the formal establishment of New Eden Insurance Group, Seiji's business empire finally filled in its most crucial missing piece.
Entertainment industry centered on Genesis Company, healthcare industry centered on Shinto Medical, and financial industry centered on New Eden Insurance.
A trinity, mutually supporting, forming an unbreakable business closed loop.
A massive business empire spanning multiple sectors had quietly laid its most solid foundation.
And the emperor of this empire wasn't even thirty years old yet.
Seiji stood before the floor-to-ceiling windows of his office, looking down at the prosperous city beneath him.
Swallowing Daido Life was just the beginning.
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That evening, Seiji returned to his penthouse apartment.
The business games and family calculations of the day were, to him, a strategic game. While nighttime was a different form of entertainment.
After handling the last few emails, he saw Kato Megumi silently finishing preparing the bedroom, standing quietly beside the bed.
She wore a thin silk nightgown, its pure moonlight-white color making her snowy skin and cool temperament stand out even more.
"Fujiwara-sensei... I'm ready." Her voice was so flat it lacked any ripple, as if stating a fact unrelated to herself.
Seiji looked at her resigned appearance, the corners of his mouth curving into a playful smile.
"Megumi, seems you've developed the resolve to pay the 'price.' Very good."
He took several differently colored, artistic-looking low-temperature candles from the nightstand.
"You refused my 'development' proposal before, but now, as a reward for your voluntary surrender, I've decided to make this process more ceremonial."
Kato Megumi looked at those candles, an ominous premonition rising in her heart, but she merely bit her lip and remained silent.
"Lie down, Megumi." Seiji seemed to see through her thoughts, his voice carrying amusement.
Hearing this, Kato Megumi pressed her lips together and climbed onto the bed to lie flat.
She couldn't help but inwardly complain: this man truly was a pervert who enjoyed toying with people.
Seiji lit one of the candles.
He pulled the thin silk nightgown down past her shoulders, exposing the pale, flawless mounds of her chest. The cool air made her nipples stiffen involuntarily, two delicate pink buds standing at attention against the moonlight filtering through the windows.
Warm wax dripped onto the fair skin of her chest.
"Mm..."
That strange sensation... searing heat mixed with tingling numbness... made Kato Megumi's body instantly tense as she let out a suppressed whimper. The crimson droplet landed just above her left nipple, the heat radiating outward across her sensitive flesh.
At first, she could still rely on her powerful endurance to silently bear it.
But Seiji was methodical, patient. Another drop fell, this time closer to the stiffened peak. Then another. Each one sent jolts through her nervous system, her back arching slightly off the bed despite her efforts to remain still.
However, she soon discovered something that drove her nearly mad...
Seiji's hands didn't touch any other part of her body.
His gaze, his movements, all his attention, like a focused artist, concentrated entirely on that single crimson point on her chest. He watched her nipple harden further under the heat, watched the goosebumps spread across her skin, watched her thighs press together unconsciously.
Just like that, drop by drop, he patiently "painted" with different colored wax. Red, then purple, then gold—each color layering over her breast like an obscene masterpiece. The wax cooled and hardened, forming a shell around her sensitive peak, trapping the heat against her skin.
The feeling was incredibly strange.
No violation, yet more shameful than violation.
No caress, yet more provocative than caresses, stirring an unnamed, feverish dark fire within. Her untouched sex grew slick with arousal she couldn't explain, her body responding to stimulation that shouldn't have been sexual at all.
She felt like an artwork displayed on a stage, being branded with exclusive marks by her master in an incomprehensible way. Her other breast remained untouched, neglected, somehow making the asymmetry even more maddening.
This humiliation of being treated as an "object" made her secretly furious. Yet her body betrayed her completely—nipples aching, core throbbing, breath coming in shallow pants.
...
The second evening, when Seiji brought out those candles again, Kato Megumi's body had already begun trembling uncontrollably.
"Fujiwara-sensei... must we... continue?" Her voice carried a hint of pleading she herself hadn't noticed.
"Of course," Seiji smiled. "Yesterday was just warming up. Today, we're increasing the difficulty a bit."
This time, he didn't immediately light the candles.
Instead, he leaned down, his hands skillfully employing techniques. He peeled off her nightgown completely, leaving her naked on the silk sheets.
His fingers traced the wax residue still faintly visible on her left breast from last night, then moved to her neglected right side. His thumb circled her areola slowly, maddeningly, never quite touching where she needed.
"Mm..."
Kato Megumi's body soon betrayed her will. Her nipple strained toward his touch, her hips shifting restlessly.
His other hand slid down her flat stomach, fingertips dancing along her hip bones, trailing down her inner thigh but deliberately avoiding her center. She could feel herself growing wet, embarrassingly so, the slickness spreading as he teased everywhere except where the ache concentrated.
When his fingers finally brushed against her folds, she gasped. He parted her gently, finding her swollen clit and pressing with expert precision.
Her breathing grew rapid, her cheeks flushed crimson, and her eyes misted over with hazy confusion. Her hips bucked involuntarily into his hand.
"Megumi, your body is very honest." Seiji whispered softly by her ear, two fingers sliding inside her wet heat. "You're dripping."
"Don't say things like that, Fujiwara-sensei!" Kato Megumi's face burned scarlet with shame, but her inner walls clenched around his fingers, pulling him deeper.
"Hehe..."
Seiji chuckled softly, curling his fingers to stroke that sensitive spot inside her. Just as she approached the edge, her legs trembling, her moans growing desperate—he withdrew.
Then lit the candle.
The first drop of hot wax landed directly on her exposed nipple.
"Ahh—!"
The shock of pain mixed with her denied pleasure created something entirely new. Her back arched violently off the bed, a full-body shudder running through her. Before she could recover, his fingers plunged back inside her, pumping steadily while wax continued to drip.
Kato Megumi's consciousness soon drifted away. The dual assault overwhelmed her—searing heat on her breasts, relentless pressure building in her core. She came with a strangled cry, clamping down on his fingers, her whole body convulsing as waves of pleasure crashed through her.
Then again. And again. Each orgasm pulled from her by his expert hands while the wax painted her chest in colorful patterns.
After she collapsed in exhausted weakness, trembling and covered in a sheen of sweat, Seiji stopped. Like a considerate lover, he peeled the cooled wax from her sensitive skin—making her whimper at even that gentle touch—then tucked her in and let her rest properly.
In her daze, Kato Megumi thought it was finally over.
...
The third evening, Seiji not only brought out the candles but also looked at her with intensely aggressive eyes.
Kato Megumi realized she'd thought everything too simple.
That night, Seiji gave her no time to prepare. He stripped her bare with swift efficiency, spreading her legs and positioning himself between them before she could even process what was happening.
She felt the thick head of his cock press against her entrance—already wet from two nights of conditioning—and then he thrust forward in one powerful stroke, burying himself to the hilt.
"Ahh—!"
Her back arched off the bed, her inner walls stretching to accommodate his girth, filling her completely, the sensation of fullness overwhelming.
He didn't give her time to adjust. His hips began moving immediately, pulling back and slamming forward with controlled violence. Each thrust drove the air from her lungs, pushed her further up the bed.
Then the wax began to drip.
"Mmm... !"
Kato Megumi's mind repeatedly went blank. A crimson drop landed on her left nipple just as he bottomed out inside her, and the dual sensation—burning heat above, deep penetration below—short-circuited her brain entirely.
He established a rhythm: thrust, drip, thrust, drip. His cock pounding into her wet pussy while wax painted her heaving breasts. The heat made her nipples impossibly sensitive, every brush of air or splash of wax sending electric shocks straight to her core.
The hurricane-like possession from below and the continuous searing stimulation from above seemed to completely merge in that moment!
Her legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him deeper despite herself. Her nails raked down his back as he fucked her harder, faster, the wet sounds of their coupling filling the room.
She completely lost herself.
Forgot who she was, forgot where she was. Forgot she was supposed to hate this, supposed to resist. Her body had been trained over two nights to associate pleasure with this man's touch, and now it responded without her permission.
"More—" The word escaped before she could stop it.
Seiji obliged. He hooked her knees over his shoulders, folding her nearly in half, and drove into her at a new angle that made her see stars. His cock hit that sensitive spot inside with every stroke while hot wax dripped onto her exposed, wax-covered breasts.
In her world, only that pleasure remained... capable of melting even her soul, interwoven above and below, boundless. Her pussy clenched rhythmically around his shaft as orgasm after orgasm crashed through her.
That night, she didn't know how many times she reached the peak, didn't know how many shameful, lewd sounds she made. She screamed, she moaned, she begged—all the sounds she'd never imagined making, torn from her throat by his relentless assault.
He came inside her twice, hot seed flooding her depths, but barely paused before growing hard again and continuing. Changed positions—taking her from behind, then lifting her onto his lap, then pressing her against the headboard—each new angle wringing fresh cries from her lips.
She only knew she'd been thoroughly played, inside and out. Every hole used, every inch of skin marked, every orgasm claimed as his.
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The fourth morning, Kato Megumi woke amid inexplicable panic.
She moved her incredibly sore body—her thighs ached, her core throbbed with a pleasant soreness, and her breasts felt tender and oversensitive. The shameful scenes from last night flooded uncontrollably into her mind, making her wish she could immediately find a crack in the floor to crawl into.
She could still feel the phantom sensation of him inside her, still feel the dried traces of his seed between her thighs.
She turned her head to see Seiji had also awakened and was watching her with interest, his gaze traveling appreciatively over her naked form barely covered by the silk sheets.
"There's not... going to be... something even more excessive, is there?" The girl shrank back, her eyes filled with small-animal-like fear, her voice trembling. She wasn't sure her body could handle more.
"No more." Seiji smiled and shook his head, his tone as casual as discussing the weather. "It's already finished."
"Thank goodness..."
Kato Megumi had just breathed a sigh of relief, thinking the torture had finally ended.
However, at that moment, Seiji casually lifted his hand and, through the thin blanket, lightly pinched her left nipple with his thumb and forefinger—the same nipple that had received three nights of wax conditioning.
"Ah... !"
Kato Megumi's body was like being struck by high-voltage current!
She jerked violently, her whole body arching up! Her nipple—now exquisitely trained—sent cascading waves of pleasure through her entire nervous system from that single touch.
An indescribable, even more intense tingling sensation than before instantly exploded from that single point, lightning-fast spreading throughout her entire body! Her toes curled, her thighs clamped together, a moan tore from her throat.
What terrified and shocked her even more was that she could clearly feel her lower body, just from this slight touch, uncontrollably flushing with arousal! Her pussy clenched around nothing, already growing wet, her clit throbbing with sudden need.
"How... could..."
She stared wide-eyed, her face written with the shock and panic of a collapsed worldview. Her body was responding like a switch had been flipped—one touch to her nipple and she was halfway to orgasm.
Her body... how could her body become like this?!
"Because it's already complete." Seiji's face showed a satisfied smile. He gave her nipple one more gentle twist, and she nearly came on the spot, biting her lip hard enough to draw blood to hold back the scream. "Three nights of careful conditioning. Now this—" he flicked the hardened bud, making her gasp and shudder, "—is directly connected to this." His other hand slid between her thighs, finding her soaking wet despite herself.
She was his. Completely trained. A single touch to her conditioned nipple could make her dripping wet and desperate.
"Ah!!"
Kato Megumi screamed and scrambled off the bed.
Not even taking time to dress properly, she grabbed her school uniform and fled the room that filled her with infinite terror in complete disarray.
That day, after attending school, she no longer had the courage to return to Seiji's apartment.
Instead, she escaped back to her own home.
Too afraid to see Seiji.
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Seiji watched Kato Megumi's fleeing figure and merely found it somewhat amusing.
He leisurely poured himself a glass of water, then with a thought, opened the system panel before him.
On the panel, a golden notification with gorgeous effects kept flashing.
**[Ding! Congratulations Host on completing the second-stage conquest of 'Megumi the Saint'... 'Exclusive Development'!]
**[Stage reward distributed. Claim now?]
"Claim."
**[Ding! Congratulations Host on receiving Stage Two exclusive reward... "Japan Pan-Entertainment Golden Era Complete Library"!]
The next second, an unimaginably massive information flood instantly surged into Seiji's mind!
If the first stage reward of the Legal High script was a dazzling diamond,
Then what he'd now obtained was an entire diamond mine of shocking reserves, enough to astound the entire world!
Inside was everything... all of Japan's classic film and television works from the Showa era to the Reiwa era!
Including movies, music videos, television anime, variety shows, interview programs, and even advertising creativity!
Everything one could imagine!!
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