As the Human Observation project's filming schedule came to a close, many outstanding performers received promotions and raises.
Everyone assumed that the boss's woman would also be promoted or made permanent.
Then came news that left everyone stunned.
—Megumi had submitted a two-month leave of absence request to the company.
Everyone was confused.
Why?
Why would she suddenly leave just as her career was about to take off?
Was it because of her studies?
But honestly, getting promoted at Genesis was far more valuable than mere schooling! Toyonozaki wasn't some prestigious academy—couldn't she just apply for exemption from attendance?
Speculation ran wild.
But no one knew the answer.
Only Megumi herself knew—she was about to fulfill her promise and submit to Seiji's perverted training.
The waves caused by that "private military intervention" incident that had shaken all of Japan eventually subsided under the tacit guidance of the authorities and media, becoming just another urban legend for people to gossip about.
For the outside world, the story had ended.
But for Megumi Kato, it was just beginning.
Under Seiji's arrangements, her parents' funeral affairs were properly handled, and she no longer needed to worry about her internship at Genesis or her studies.
Megumi had become peaceful.
The layer of melancholy that once shrouded her heart had vanished without a trace.
In its place was a luster like finely polished top-grade white porcelain—warm and serene.
Seiji was very satisfied with her current state.
Megumi Kato's innate sensual constitution was special—almost like a bug in the system.
Before her stamina ran out, she could withstand an almost unimaginable, nearly infinite amount of pleasure.
Ordinary people had a "pleasure threshold"—when stimulation became too intense or prolonged, pleasure would turn into pain or even numbness. This was why many of the extreme sexual acts depicted in erotic works simply didn't work in reality.
But Megumi was different!
Her body seemed born to carry the ultimate desires.
Her pleasure had no ceiling—it only climbed infinitely higher with accumulated stimulation, becoming ever more pleasurable, ever more sensitive.
This was a true "hentai constitution."
Therefore, developing her completely was actually quite simple: just use pure, high-intensity conquest to fully awaken the desires sleeping within her body.
Once that beast of desire was awakened, everything would be shattered.
But before that, this perfect sensual body needed to be conditioned to its peak state—capable of withstanding his conquest.
One evening, Seiji was handling documents in his study.
Megumi walked in carrying a cup of freshly brewed black tea, placing it steadily by his hand.
Just as she was about to quietly withdraw as usual, Seiji set down his pen and grasped her wrist, pulling gently.
Megumi didn't cry out or struggle. She simply followed the force and fell into Seiji's embrace, settling onto his lap with practiced ease.
The warmth of his body transmitted clearly through her thin loungewear.
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The girl tilted her head quizzically.
Her expression remained serene, but her breathing hitched for just a moment.
According to their usual pattern, Seiji Fujiwara shouldn't have time for her right now.
But unexpectedly—
One of Seiji's arms encircled her slender waist while the other hand toyed with her silky hair as he spoke softly: "Megumi, tomorrow we're going to the villa in Gyofu."
The villa?
"Yes." Megumi nodded slightly.
Though puzzled, she didn't ask why or for how long.
"I have a villa there. The environment is lovely and quiet." Seiji's fingers slowly traced down her spine, feeling those perfect curves. "For the next month, you'll be resting and recovering there. I've already arranged a nutritionist and fitness coaching team for you—they'll help adjust your body to its optimal condition."
"...Yes." Her voice remained steady.
But as Seiji's fingers moved, the girl's posture had unconsciously stiffened.
"In one month," Seiji's voice dropped a few notes, his warm breath brushing past her ear, "we'll officially begin the 'punishment' I mentioned before."
His hand, just as he spoke the word "punishment," came to rest precisely on the full, perky swell at her front, giving it a firm squeeze.
Megumi Kato's body jolted violently in that instant, as if struck by electricity.
Her expression remained calm and serene, but deep in her eyes, a barely perceptible ripple flickered past.
"...Yes, Fujiwara-sensei. Everything will be as you arrange." Megumi took a deep breath, responding as calmly as possible.
Seiji watched this disconnect between her body and expression, feeling a surge of inexplicable excitement.
This perfectly calm exterior was precisely what he wanted to shatter next.
That evening, Megumi began packing, her heart remarkably calm.
"Training"... what new tricks could there possibly be?
She recalled the days and nights past.
In the penthouse apartment's bedroom... in the living room... in the bathroom's tub...
Various locations, positions, toys.
Her body had long been thoroughly explored by Seiji Fujiwara in every conceivable way.
Megumi didn't believe there were any "new territories" left to discover.
So this so-called "punishment" was probably just Seiji's whim—a change of scenery for his games.
"Well... whatever..." Megumi sighed calmly.
As long as it made Fujiwara-sensei happy, she would cooperate properly.
That was her duty as his "possession."
The next day, a sedan departed.
The villa Seiji Fujiwara mentioned was located in Gyofu's wealthy district.
It had originally been Sawamura family property—Eriri's family—before Seiji Fujiwara acquired it.
The location was secluded and scenic, and the security system had been upgraded by Seiji's private security company, capable of blocking any outside observation.
Upon arriving at the villa, Megumi met the professional team already waiting.
Leading them was a distinguished elderly man with graying hair and refined bearing—a renowned nutrition management master in Japan, whose team specialized in dietary health for high society.
Behind him stood a fit middle-aged woman—a physical rehabilitation coach used by national athletes.
When Megumi stepped out of the car, these two professionals, accustomed to dealing with celebrities and elites, couldn't help but pause.
What a beautiful girl!
It was a beauty that held no aggression, yet could instantly capture everyone's attention.
Gentle, serene, dignified, pure.
This tranquil, water-like quality was rare even among noble daughters.
But both were experienced professionals and quickly recovered.
"Kato-san, from today onward, your diet and schedule will be entirely under our team's management." The elderly man respectfully presented a thick planning document.
"Thank you for your trouble."
Megumi accepted the document with a smile and nod of thanks, then carefully began reviewing it.
"You're too kind. Please allow me to explain." The elderly man smiled and began detailing the plan's contents and specifics.
Megumi listened to his thorough explanation, occasionally asking a question or two, but otherwise had no objections.
They were the professionals, after all.
She just needed to follow their expert advice.
For the next month.
Seiji didn't touch her once.
Megumi Kato's life entered an unprecedented healthy routine.
Every morning, an hour of yoga and jogging.
In the morning, a breakfast personally designed by the nutrition master, followed by two hours of strength and flexibility training guided by the fitness coach.
Midday brought a sumptuous lunch and ample rest.
In the afternoon, she would sit on the garden terrace, quietly reading or practicing flower arrangement. Sunlight filtered through the maple leaves, dappling her pure white sundress with spots of light.
In the evening, after receiving a massage from a female technician, she would be in bed by ten o'clock sharp.
Day after day.
Under this luxurious regimen, her body underwent visible, dramatic changes.
The pallor that had come from long months of worrying about her parents gradually gave way to a rosy, translucent complexion, her eyes growing brighter.
Her already well-proportioned figure became even more defined in its curves.
Every inch of skin was firm and elastic, as if radiating a pearl-like luster.
Her whole being glowed with health.
That gentle, serene quality deepened and purified further as her body recovered.
But—some changes the girl hadn't anticipated were also quietly occurring.
As her body's functions fully revived, certain primal instincts began growing wildly.
Megumi was startled to discover that her libido had become unprecedentedly strong.
Especially late at night, when memories of the obscene acts Seiji had branded into her body would surge up like a tide.
She couldn't control the memories—how he had pinned her down, spread her legs, and she had to endure that scalding, rigid invasion. She remembered the low, amused breathing in her ear, the hot fullness swelling in her belly...
Though Megumi quickly shook off these thoughts.
But she couldn't control her dreams. She began having frequent, bold, shameful wet dreams.
In her dreams, she was no longer passively enduring. Instead, she was like a beast in heat, shamelessly demanding from Seiji.
Several times, she woke from violent spasms, only to find her underwear thoroughly soaked.
Megumi felt deeply troubled and embarrassed by this.
"The memories Fujiwara-sensei left behind are just too deep, aren't they?"
She grumbled to herself.
Megumi didn't think too much of it, simply attributing everything to the normal physiological response of a healthy body.
Just excessive hormone secretion.
As long as she maintained this pure, healthy routine, these excess desires would naturally subside like metabolic waste.
But Megumi didn't know.
Seiji hadn't arranged for her to recover just to calm her desires. Quite the opposite—it was to increase Megumi Kato's endurance, to prepare her to withstand an even more violent storm of passion.
What she thought was "calming down" was merely the brief silence before the hurricane.