Just when she thought the doomsday judgment had finally arrived, that man who seemed to be the leader received a phone call, and his expression changed drastically.
The man kept nodding and bowing toward the phone, saying "Yes, yes, I understand, I'm very sorry," his attitude respectful to the extreme.
After hanging up, he fled with his subordinates as if avoiding the plague.
As if nothing had ever happened.
At that time, she immediately found Seika to ask: "Nee-san! What was with those people? Were they going to demolish 'STARRY'?!"
At that moment.
Her sister's body visibly stiffened, and an extremely complex expression flashed across her face—carrying shame, fear, and a strange sense of relief.
But soon, her sister used an abnormally severe tone to cover it up: "Children shouldn't meddle in adult affairs! When I say it's fine, it's fine!"
This excessive reaction made Nijika even more convinced that things were definitely not that simple.
She secretly went to find PA-san, who exaggeratedly hugged her and said with a laugh: "Your sister is amazing! She's like a superhero! Everything has been perfectly resolved! Just focus on your practice!"
But Nijika caught a trace of strange shadow deep in PA-san's deliberately relaxed eyes.
The more the two of them acted like nothing was wrong.
The more false it seemed to Nijika, further cementing her judgment that "they're at the end of their rope and just lying to me."
...
...
Nijika didn't know.
After finding Seiji, Seika and PA-san had a conversation.
"PA." Seika's face flushed red, her gaze evasive. "Um... thank you for helping me hide this from Nijika."
PA-san sat beside her, smiling helplessly.
"Of course I'm helping you hide it." She spoke in a teasing tone. "If Nijika found out that her always-capable 'superhero sister' protected 'STARRY' by selling herself, I'm afraid she'd lose it on the spot."
"Stop talking!" Seika growled in shame and anger, her face completely red.
PA-san smiled, no longer provoking her.
"Well... at least it was resolved without too much trouble."
In her mind, Seiji's handsome face surfaced.
"That guy Seiji really went all out... but to use this method to capture a tough nut like Seika, for him it was more than worth it."
"It's just a pity... he used this card on the older sister."
"The cuter, more energetic younger sister won't have a chance... He wouldn't use the same card twice, would he?"
PA-san mused to herself.
Little did they know, her and Seika's deliberate concealment instead stimulated Nijika's desire to uncover the truth.
...
...
After experiencing yet another sleepless night, Nijika made her decision.
She recalled that casual "hint" from Ryo Yamada.
"Speaking of which, our president, Seiji... he's quite generous to people he 'takes a liking to.'"
Nijika understood the meaning of those words.
Standing alone before the mirror in her room, she looked at herself in the reflection.
Her eyes shifted from confusion to anxiety, to struggle, and finally slowly became resolute!
She opened her closet and pulled out three sets of clothes.
It was a clean white blouse paired with a plaid pleated skirt. Still a student outfit full of youthful energy.
If her sister's pride wouldn't allow her to walk that path...
Then I'll do it!
I'll also protect Sister and protect "STARRY"!
The next day.
Nijika arrived at Seiji's office and mustered the courage to state her purpose.
"Fujiwara-sensei, please help me and STARRY... I'm willing to do anything for you!"
The girl blushed, summoning all her courage.
Her eyes were full of shyness, yet she still gazed firmly at Seiji.
"!?"
"Fujiwara-sensei, please help me and STARRY... I'm willing to do anything for you!"
The girl blushed, summoning all her courage.
Her eyes were full of shyness, yet she still gazed firmly at Seiji.
"!?"
Seiji froze on the spot, doubting his own ears.
He stared at the energetic girl with the yellow side ponytail standing before him, taking in her nervous yet resolute expression.
After a long moment, delight spread across Seiji's face.
"Interesting... this is truly... too interesting..."
His heart was wild with joy.
"I thought conquering Seika, that hard nut to crack, was the full payoff from the STARRY 'crisis card.' Who knew this card came with a hidden 'buy one get one free' bonus?!"
"The innocent, kind-hearted Nijika actually came to me on her own. She doesn't know the problem's already been solved, does she?"
With a flash of insight, Seiji guessed that PA-san and Seika hadn't told Nijika the truth.
That made sense.
Given Seika's personality, she definitely couldn't bring herself to tell her little sister the truth about selling her body.
"Anything?"
Seiji looked at the girl whose cheeks were flushed red from nervousness and slowly stood up.
A treat delivered to his door—there was no reason not to accept it.
Seika, this isn't my fault.
Your little sister came to me of her own accord.
"Yes, Fujiwara-sensei!" Nijika took a deep breath, steeling her resolve once more.
"Is that so?"
Seiji walked toward the girl step by step.
He reached out his hand and, as if examining a work of art, gently lifted her small, delicate chin.
While stroking Nijika's smooth skin, he spoke in a low voice.
"Nijika-chan,"
Seiji said slowly, "Do you understand what those three words—'anything'—truly mean?"
Nijika tensed her body, letting Seiji's fingers glide across her skin.
Of course she knew.
Before coming here, she had rehearsed countless possible scenarios in her mind.
Therefore, despite the ticklish discomfort at her chin, the girl lifted her head. Those golden eyes that always shone as bright as the sun gazed at Seiji with utmost seriousness.
"...I know!" Her voice still trembled, but her tone was more resolute than ever before. "And I'm already prepared to give everything!"
Hearing the girl's sincere words, a flicker of guilt passed through Seiji's heart.
But only a flicker.
It was instantly suppressed.
"Nijika-chan... you..." Seiji sighed theatrically. "You're far too naive."
"Saving 'STARRY' isn't a simple matter. Behind it lies tens of millions in debt and yakuza-backed developers with complex connections."
"This isn't a simple 'transaction.'"
His voice suddenly deepened, like an invisible mountain pressing down on Nijika's already fragile shoulders.
While his fingers lightly traced across the girl's cheek, which trembled slightly from nerves, he stated the terms of the deal in a devil's whisper:
"My services don't come cheap."
"If I help you, then from this moment on, you—Nijika—will belong to me completely."
"Not once, not twice. For life."
"For life means your time, your body, your joys and sorrows, even every single heartbeat will be my possession. That is what 'anything' truly means."
"Have you prepared yourself for this?"
He stared intently into the girl's eyes, trying to catch even a trace of retreat or fear in those clear pupils.
But to Seiji's surprise—
The girl's eyes only showed initial shock and panic.
Even upon hearing those possessive, shameful terms, though her face flushed and her expression grew bashful, she still nodded seriously and forced herself to meet Seiji's gaze:
"Fujiwara-sensei, I've been prepared for this all along!"
Her voice wasn't loud, but every word rang with determination.
"Fujiwara-sensei! You're someone who can be bad sometimes, and a playboy... but you've also helped me and my friends so, so much!"
Nijika gathered all her courage and said timidly:
"So..."
She took a deep breath, and those beautiful golden eyes sparkled with brilliant light.
"I trust you."
"And I'm very grateful to you."
"Just for how you've taken care of me before, even if you make unreasonable demands, I couldn't refuse... so please, Fujiwara-sensei, do whatever you want to me!"
When the girl finished speaking, her cheeks were completely flushed, radiating a tender, alluring blush.
Utterly captivating.
Seiji was stunned for a moment.
...
...
After making that bold declaration, Nijika was led out of the office by Seiji.
She kept her head lowered, her face still red with embarrassment.
Just as she passed the Kessoku Band's dedicated practice room, the door suddenly opened.
Ryo walked out.
Seeing Nijika following behind Seiji, a trace of barely perceptible surprise flashed across her face.
She lazily handed Nijika a bottle of water, asking in a casual tone: "Yo, captain. Looking so nervous—are you going to ask the president about a 'tour'?"
"Mm, there are some things I need to discuss."
Nijika responded vaguely, not daring to meet Ryo's eyes.
Ryo looked at Nijika's bashful expression, then glanced at the faint smile playing at the corners of Seiji's mouth. In an instant, she understood everything.
...That expression isn't for applying for a tour—it's for applying for 'lifetime binding,' isn't it?
Ryo thought sarcastically, suppressing the anger in her eyes.
'And that bastard Seiji!'
'Before he said conquering Seika was enough, that he'd take his time grooming the little sister. But today he shows his true colors!'
Ryo shot Seiji a look of contempt.
Seiji remained completely composed, acting as if he hadn't noticed.
"Though... this script really is interesting. A little sister sacrificing herself to protect her older sister, and an older sister who thinks she's kept everything secret while her little sister has already jumped into the fire pit for her sake... Mm, I could work this into my new song. I'll call it... 'Misunderstood Sacrifice'?"
Ryo mused with interest.
She didn't expose the truth.
After all, she belonged to Seiji, and besides, Nijika following Seiji wasn't necessarily a bad thing.
She simply gave Nijika a meaningful smile.
Then, she made a subtle "good luck" gesture that only she and Seiji would understand.
And turned to leave.
...
Nijika breathed a sigh of relief.
"Let's go." Seiji continued forward.
"Yes!" Nijika hurried to follow.
She followed Seiji's footsteps to the parking garage, got in the car, and drove to the city center...
...
It was a luxurious penthouse apartment.
Beyond the massive floor-to-ceiling windows stretched an expansive view, as if the entire city lay prostrate beneath this apartment.
The air carried the faint scent of high-end wood aromatics.
Every piece of furniture, every decoration—from the sleek leather sofa that obviously cost a fortune, to the abstract painting on the wall that she couldn't understand but felt must be impressive—radiated an aura of wealth.
This left Nijika feeling somewhat at a loss.
As if she'd entered an alien world.
"Have a seat." Seiji removed his jacket and casually tossed it on the sofa, his manner relaxed.
"Excuse me..." Nijika sat down stiffly.
Seiji then walked to the apartment's built-in bar and poured two glasses of amber liquid.
"What would you like to drink? Bourbon or Scotch whisky?"
"I... I don't really drink..." Nijika said nervously.
"Fair enough." Seiji smiled, casually downing one glass in a single gulp.
He then retrieved a bottle of chilled orange juice from the refrigerator and handed it to her. "Then have this."
Nijika awkwardly accepted the juice, thanking him softly: "Thank you."
Seiji wasn't in a hurry to get to the main event.
He leaned against the bar, his gaze playful, like a hunter slowly savoring the prey about to enter his mouth.
On the sofa.
Nijika kept her head down, nervous and shy.
The girl's cheeks flushed from tension.
From anxiety, her fingers kept fidgeting with the hem of her clothes, wrinkling her skirt.
"So cute..."
An enormous sense of satisfaction welled up in Seiji's heart.
Someone like Seika required violently shattering her hard shell to taste the softness within. That conquest was the thrill of storming a fortress.
But Nijika was a peach that, through her own kindness and purity, had washed and peeled herself clean, then carefully presented herself to him with trembling hands. Tasting her was the pleasure of watching a sacrifice willingly walk to the altar.
The two offered distinctly different, exquisite flavors.
And now, he possessed both.
This pair of sisters with completely opposite personalities—both under his complete control.
Seiji's excitement reached its peak.
"Nijika-chan,"
Finally, Seiji spoke.
His voice was low and magnetic, like a lover's whisper. "Before we discuss STARRY's debt and the business plan behind it..."
He set down his glass and walked toward her step by step.
Each step seemed to land on Nijika's heart, making her heartbeat skip.
"I think we need to demonstrate some sincerity first."
He stood before her, looking down from above, a demonic curve playing at his lips.
"Can you understand that?"
"...Yes, I understand." Nijika's body stiffened, and she slowly nodded.
She closed her eyes, her long lashes trembling continuously.
She extended her pale fingers and began unbuttoning her shirt, one button at a time.
Her movements were clumsy, as if each tiny button weighed a thousand pounds.
Seiji watched with a smile, patiently waiting for the girl to remove her obstructing clothes and present herself before him.
"I..."
Being inexperienced, Nijika didn't know what to do.
She instinctively used her arms to cover herself, her slender legs pressed tightly together, shyly hiding her body.
"Leave the rest to me."
Seiji smiled and stepped forward, capturing her lips in a kiss while Nijika's eyes filled with panic.
A scorching kiss tinged with alcohol invaded her senses.
Nijika's mind went completely blank.
She dazedly followed Seiji's movements, guided to lower her defenses and accept the intruder's invasion.
Throughout the process—
Nijika tried hard to reciprocate.
Because this was part of the "transaction." It was the "price" she had to pay to save her sister and STARRY.
She felt she had to do this.
But the girl's blank cognition had no idea how to begin.
She could only let herself become like a blank sheet of music being explored, played at will by Seiji.
Unfamiliar notes coursed through her limbs, performing strange, trembling melodies that made her body shake uncontrollably.
A sensation she'd never experienced swept through her entire body, as if her very soul had been captured by this strange composition.
His hands explored every inch of her innocent body—cupping her small, firm breasts, teasing nipples that had never been touched by anyone else. His fingers trailed down her flat stomach, slipping between her trembling thighs.
"You're already wet, Nijika-chan," Seiji murmured against her ear as his fingers found her virgin pussy, already slick with nervous arousal. "Your body is more honest than you think."
"I-I'm not..." Nijika gasped, but her protest died as two fingers pushed inside her tight entrance, stretching her open.
The penetration made her cry out—a mix of discomfort and unexpected sensation. He worked her carefully, his thumb finding the sensitive bundle of nerves at her apex while his fingers curved inside her.
"Ah...!" Nijika's back arched involuntarily. The dual stimulation was overwhelming, sensations she'd never imagined flooding through her virgin body.
Seiji freed his cock from his pants—thick, hard, intimidating to the inexperienced girl. He positioned himself between her trembling thighs, the swollen head pressing against her wet entrance.
"This might hurt at first," he said, his voice surprisingly gentle. "But I promise you'll feel good soon."
With one slow, inexorable push, he buried himself inside her.
Accompanied by a suppressed cry like a mournful whimper, the girl's world was completely torn open by an irresistible force, filled entirely.
"Nngh!" Tears sprang to Nijika's eyes as her virginity was taken. The burning stretch, the feeling of being so impossibly full—it was too much.
But Seiji didn't give her time to adjust. He began moving, his cock sliding in and out of her newly-opened pussy with increasing rhythm. Each thrust sent shocks of pain mixed with growing pleasure through her core.
"That's it, Nijika-chan. You're taking me so well," he groaned, his pace increasing. The wet sounds of their coupling filled the room obscenely.
Nijika's cries shifted from pained to confused to—against her will—pleasured. Her body, responding to instincts she didn't understand, began meeting his thrusts.
"Fujiwara-sensei... I... something's..." Her words dissolved into moans as an unfamiliar tension coiled in her belly.
"Come for me, Nijika." His thumb pressed hard against her clit while he pounded into her. "Show me you're mine."
The combination shattered her. Nijika's first orgasm crashed through her like a tidal wave, her virgin pussy clamping down on his cock as she screamed.
Seiji thrust through her climax, then buried himself to the hilt with a groan. His cock pulsed inside her as he filled her with thick spurts of cum, marking her as his.
...
...
After what felt like an eternity, the storm that had swept through everything finally subsided.
Nijika lay completely drained of strength on the soft bed, unable to move even a finger.
Her consciousness still floated somewhere in mid-air, her body echoing with unfamiliar dull pain intertwined with a strange afterglow, leaving her mind in a haze.
Seiji gently embraced her from behind, resting his chin on her small shoulder, savoring the warmth and softness of the girl in his arms.
The evidence of their coupling leaked from between her thighs—his cum mixed with traces of her lost innocence staining the sheets.
"Now," he finally spoke after a while, "the first step of the transaction is complete."