The pure love warriors were furious!
Numerous complaint letters flooded into Futabasha Publishing. As Kasumigaoka Utaha's editor, Machida Sonoko was naturally the first to know. Remembering Nanaya's previous warnings about this situation, Sonoko immediately contacted him.
When Nanaya arrived at Futabasha Publishing, Sonoko was already waiting—and it was obvious she'd taken special care to freshen up her makeup while anticipating his arrival.
"You're here~"
The moment Nanaya entered the office, Sonoko's face lit up with unmistakable desire. She practically pounced on him, pulling him toward her chair with both hands before forcing him to sit down.
"Recently, Kasumigaoka-sensei's work has been including... rather personal content. Many readers have complained."
Sonoko settled onto Nanaya's lap, wrapping her arms around his neck. After so long apart, she was practically starving for him.
"Oh? Is that so?"
Nanaya glanced at Utaha's manuscript, particularly the suggestive passages:
"The black-haired transfer student sat beside Sayuka, his cruel personality laid bare through their interactions..."
"Discovering Sayuka's feelings for Naoto, he used school regulations to blackmail her..."
"To be continued..."
While cliffhangers were standard for hooking readers, transforming a pure love story into something involving a predatory third wheel wasn't just risky—it was hemorrhaging readers.
Clearly, his previous "interactions" with the young author had thoroughly scrambled her mind. This book was no longer the original work written for Aki Tomoya. Instead, it had become a product of Utaha's psychological unraveling—now bearing Nanaya's corrupting influence.
For him, this was perfect.
"Sonoko, call Kasumigaoka here. We need to discuss the reader backlash... and potential cancellation."
Nanaya's hands slipped beneath Sonoko's blouse, roughly groping her breasts until her clothes were in complete disarray. Just as she moaned and tried to unzip his pants, he teasingly withdrew his fingers.
Sonoko whined, grinding her ass against his growing erection in protest. "Nnn... work can wait, can't it?"
SMACK! Nanaya delivered a sharp slap to her ass. "Be good. By the time you call her over, you'll be begging me to stop."
"Hmph, I don't believe you~"
Sonoko's breath hitched as she imagined the coming hours—the pleasure-pain that always left her addicted and ruined. Still, she obediently messaged Utaha to meet in the conference room.
Then Nanaya dragged her there.
They had plenty of time before Utaha arrived.
And he intended to use every second of it.
-----
Utaha had been miserable lately—especially after seeing the torrent of online hatred toward her work. She knew this new direction was problematic, but...
Sayuka was her first protagonist. Inseparable from her own self-image. And while Naoto was originally based on Aki Tomoya...
She'd intended this volume to introduce a new character, weaving a classic love triangle. But now?
Nanaya had happened to her. Their twisted encounters demanded to be written.
Unsurprisingly, readers revolted.
When she'd tentatively asked Tomoya's opinion, he'd actually supported the change. She was still puzzling over his reaction when Sonoko's text arrived.
Guess I'll ask him later.
Utaha pulled on her stockings and stepped into her favorite pair of loafers.
"...!"
These were the same shoes from that day. Despite being thoroughly... soiled, she couldn't bring herself to throw them away.
------
The sharp, rhythmic slaps of flesh against flesh echoed through the empty conference room, punctuated by Sonoko's unrestrained screams.
"Ah! God! Right th—Nnngh!"
Her mind was already fracturing from the brutal pace. "I—I can't! Daddy! Please—AHHH!"
Her back arched violently as she came, her inner walls clamping down like a vise around Nanaya's cock. Her legs locked around his hips, entire body trembling through the overwhelming orgasm.
Then he emptied himself inside her. The scalding heat wrenched another spasm from her oversensitized body.
Afterward, Sonoko collapsed like a broken doll—though her legs remained hooked around him, refusing to let go. Her eyes were glazed, chest heaving.
It had been too long since she'd been ruined like this. Her thoughts swam in post-coital haze, every nerve still singing.
Just as Nanaya—now fully hard again—was about to start round two—
Knock knock.
"Machida-san? Are you in there?"
Utaha.
Having arrived and found Sonoko's desk empty, she'd followed directions to the conference room. The deserted hallway struck her as odd, but her gloomy mood overshadowed any suspicion.
Knock knock.
"Machida-san?"
No response.
Utaha frowned. She'd definitely heard something.
Then—
"Y-Yes! Utaha-chan! O-One moment!"
Sonoko's voice was strained, breathless.
"...Okay?"
Utaha assumed Sonoko was angry about the manuscript. But when she pressed her ear to the door—
THUD!
The entire door shook from some heavy impact inside.
Then the unmistakable sounds: wet slaps, creaking furniture, and Sonoko's choked moans.
Utaha's lips parted in shock.
Her editor was... doing that in there?!
Nanaya didn't stop. If anything, Utaha's presence made him fuck Sonoko harder—his thrusts turning brutal, each one punching a broken cry from her lips.
---
READ 30 CHAPTERS AHEAD OF EVERYONE FOR ONLY $10!
LINK: patr/eon.com/SenatusPopulus