Though Utaha and Eriri played dead and didn't reply...
The group buzzed with discussion for quite a while.
Most members still viewed these claims—which sounded like something out of a doujinshi—with skepticism.
Because it wasn't realistic.
However, three people fell into deep suspicion.
Seika Ijichi, Eliza Shimizu, and PA-san.
These three had suffered at Seiji's hands before. They had bone-deep trust in just how shameless he could be!
They had no doubt that Seiji was absolutely capable of doing such things—and worse!
An unprecedented sense of crisis enveloped them.
And so, a private group chat with only three members was quietly established a few minutes later.
Kyoto.
On Seiji's phone, another private chat window popped up—it was Ryo Yamada.
[Ryo]: Deep conditioning? Is it real?
The words practically dripped with undisguised curiosity.
Seiji shook his head with a laugh, fingers tapping the screen.
[Seiji]: It's just that Megumi's constitution is special. She can handle more variety. Others couldn't take it.
[Ryo]: ...Tch, what a shame.
The disappointment was almost palpable through the screen.
Immediately after, another message came through.
[Ryo]: But I'm still really curious.
[Ryo]: When you come to Tokyo, try that deep development thing on me too. Push me till I tap out. Wanna see where my limits are.
Seiji stared at this message in astonishment, his eyebrow twitching.
[Seiji]: You really are a weirdo.
[Ryo]: Thanks for the compliment. So it's a deal? Pinky promise. 🤙
Looking at that pinky promise emoji, Seiji shook his head helplessly.
[Seiji]: Fine. When I come to Tokyo, I'll let you experience it thoroughly.
[Ryo]: Yay.jpg
After ending his conversation with Ryo Yamada, Seiji's thoughts returned to the main matter.
The reason he'd decided to head to Tokyo—Ryo Yamada's "tip-off" was one factor.
These three troublemakers normally did their little schemes and talked behind his back, which was one thing. But now they were actually forming alliances to resist him? They'd forgotten who was in charge.
Secondly, he glanced at his system panel. Eliza Shimizu's and PA-san's third-stage rewards and bonus rewards were still locked. It was time to harvest them and complete the collection.
Meanwhile, in an unassuming café private room in Shimokitazawa, the atmosphere was tense.
Seika Ijichi, Eliza Shimizu, and PA-san sat facing each other.
Under the lights, their expressions were serious.
"...That's the situation."
Seika broke the silence first, speaking gravely: "I don't think Utaha and Eriri's warning was a joke. That bastard Fujiwara is capable of anything. I can't let him..."
She didn't finish, but the other two understood her unspoken meaning.
Before, with Nijika, the two sisters had serviced Fujiwara together—a complete "failure as an older sister."
For a long time afterward, Seika had avoided Nijika entirely.
At the worst point, she'd even slept on the floor at STARRY rather than go home.
It was only with Nijika's comfort that she'd gradually come to accept it.
Eliza Shimizu bit her lip, her eyes flashing with shame and resentment: "Same here!"
"That bastard... he used Kikuri to control me, forced me to agree to his conditions... and now I still have to send him a cosplay photo every week!"
"That humiliation... I've had enough! I definitely don't want to be 'further' controlled by him!"
Her voice trembled slightly, clearly recalling certain unbearable experiences.
Seika and PA-san both cast sympathetic glances her way.
By comparison, PA-san seemed the calmest.
She sighed and spoke: "My relationship with him is purely physical. I guess you could call it 'friends with benefits.'"
"I just want to enjoy the pleasure, nothing more."
"If he pushes further, it'll definitely upset the balance of my life—not what I want to see."
Her situation made Seika and Eliza feel somewhat surprised and envious.
At least PA-san hadn't had that man invade every aspect of her life through despicable means.
"Sounds like we're all on the same page." Seika's gaze swept over the two.
Both nodded solemnly.
"Good!"
Seika took a deep breath, her eyes becoming resolute. "I think we should join forces and establish a defensive line. We can't let him run wild anymore."
"Agreed!"
"Seconded!"
After detailed discussion and planning, a "Boundary Alliance" aimed at resisting Seiji was officially established.
They agreed on three iron rules:
In work settings, absolutely no private intimate contact with Seiji Fujiwara.
Do not respond to any non-work-related private summons from Seiji Fujiwara.
Strictly separate work and private life—do not let Seiji's influence erode their personal domains or friendships.
Two days later. Tokyo Haneda Airport.
A Gulfstream G650 private jet landed smoothly. Seiji Fujiwara, accompanied by Megumi Kato, descended the boarding stairs.
Before coming, he had already informed Megumi of his purpose for this trip.
"There are three disobedient ones in Tokyo who've been making little moves. I'm here to deal with them." On the plane, he'd spoken casually. "Also, I'll introduce you to the other sisters."
Megumi had simply nodded calmly, responding softly: "Understood, Fujiwara-sensei."
But deep in those placid eyes, a flicker of pity passed for those three "senior sisters" she'd never met.
They definitely can't beat Fujiwara-sensei, can they?
In the end, they'll all be dealt with and conquered—just like I was.
Megumi sighed quietly in her heart.
After deplaning, several cars were already waiting on the tarmac.
Seiji and Megumi got into the middle one, with security personnel in the vehicles front and back.
The convoy passed through bustling Tokyo, arriving at a mansion in Setagaya Ward.
He had communicated with Ryo Yamada beforehand, indicating he'd be staying at her place temporarily. Ryo Yamada naturally welcomed this with open arms and was extremely curious to see the "deeply conditioned" Megumi Kato in person.
"This is Yamada-senpai's home?"
Megumi looked at the building before her—more like a small art museum than a "home"—genuine surprise coloring her voice.
"Mm, welcome to our little treasury and temporary base." Seiji smiled lightly. Rather than pressing the doorbell, he directly input a string of numbers on the smart panel by the door, which opened immediately.
Clearly, he had the same access privileges as the owner here.
The two entered the foyer. The first thing that caught their eye was a massive living room with ceilings at least four meters high.
The marble floor, polished to a mirror shine, reflected the crystal chandelier hanging from above. A large white grand piano sat quietly before the floor-to-ceiling windows. An elegant spiral staircase wound like a white ribbon up to the second floor.
The entire space was vast and quiet.
"Does only Yamada-senpai live here?" Megumi surveyed her surroundings.
"Basically yes. Her parents passed away, and this is one of the assets left to her." Seiji casually tossed his coat onto the sofa.
He looked at Megumi, who was carefully observing her surroundings, and asked with a smile:
"How do you feel, Megumi? Any thoughts on our 'weirdo' senpai's wealth?"
Megumi withdrew her gaze and answered calmly: "Mm, my thought is... Yamada-senpai seems quite wealthy."
"Her family runs hospitals—definitely wealthy." Seiji laughed. "But don't be fooled by this house's taste and think its owner is some elegant, quiet young lady."
He paused, then continued in a tone like he was introducing a rare collectible:
"Ryo... you can call her that from now on. Remember a few keywords about her: weirdo, extremely proactive, boundlessly curious."
"Back when her family was in trouble, she actually blocked my path and offered herself in exchange for my help." Seiji's tone carried a hint of admiration.
That proactive?
Megumi was somewhat surprised.
"...Anyway, she's a weirdo. Obsessively pursuing novelty and stimulation. Don't pay too much attention to her outlandish words and actions." Seiji summarized.
Megumi nodded slightly: "Understood. I'll be mindful of how I interact with Yamada-senpai."
That evening, the sound of the front door opening came from the foyer.
Ryo Yamada, carrying her bass case and still in her school uniform, returned home.
The moment she stepped inside and spotted Seiji Fujiwara and Megumi Kato in the living room, she paused briefly before her face broke into an knowing smile.
"Welcome back, Ryo." Seiji smiled in greeting.
"I'm home." Ryo Yamada set down her bass case, simultaneously sizing up Megumi Kato with curious eyes.
Megumi also bowed politely: "Nice to meet you, Yamada-senpai. I'm Megumi Kato."
"Hello."
After simple pleasantries, Ryo turned her gaze to Seiji, her eyes sparkling with anticipation: "So, about that promise we made—when do we start?"
Megumi was momentarily puzzled, looking questioningly at Seiji Fujiwara.
"What promise?"
Seiji pinched the bridge of his nose helplessly: "You're really that eager?"
He turned to explain to Megumi Kato: "Ryo wants to experience what you went through."
"Eh?" Megumi Kato's face showed genuine surprise for the first time.
...What kind of person willingly asks for that?
That experience was, in a sense, completely degrading.
Now Megumi Kato's body would react uncontrollably at the mere thought of it, needing to release before she could calm down.
"Ryo-senpai, are you... serious?" She couldn't help but ask softly.
Ryo Yamada not only showed no anger at the question but broke into an excited smile: "Of course I'm serious! After hearing about what happened to you, I've been looking forward to it for ages!"
"Um..."
Megumi was at a loss for words. She was now truly understanding what Seiji Fujiwara meant about Ryo Yamada's strange personality.
This person really was completely different from normal.
"Well, Fujiwara-sensei, Yamada-senpai, I'll go back to my room first..." Megumi stood, intending to give the two their space.
"Wait." Ryo Yamada's voice stopped her. "I still don't quite understand the specifics. I'm afraid I'll need you, Megumi, to demonstrate for me first."
"...Demonstrate?" Megumi Kato's body instantly went rigid.
And what made her even more incredulous was that Seiji actually nodded with a smile, one large hand pressing on her shoulder, guiding her toward the master bedroom.
"Ryo has a point. Theory is never as direct as hands-on observation."
No!
Megumi let out a silent scream in her heart.
Her cheeks instantly flushed hot, her heartbeat racing as if it would leap from her throat.
She could accept being casually toyed with in front of fellow harem sisters—like earlier in the office, being touched in front of Utaha and Eriri—but that was just a taste!
Having her completely surrender to pleasure in front of someone else, without any reservation... just thinking about it made her feel like her whole body was on fire!
This is too embarrassing!
Absolutely impossible! Even if the other person is a harem sister!
"Fujiwara-sensei, I..." She wanted to refuse.
But Seiji's hand had already slid down her back, lightly squeezing her pert bottom through her thin clothing.
"You what?" Seiji observed Megumi's reaction with interest.
Megumi couldn't speak anymore—her face flushed crimson.
That familiar touch was like flipping a switch, instantly draining her of strength.
Megumi felt her legs go weak, her body falling uncontrollably toward his embrace, barely able to stand.
"Oh ho!" Under Ryo Yamada's exploring, excited gaze, Megumi watched helplessly as Seiji swept her up in his arms and strode toward the master bedroom.
"She reacts this much just from that? What amazing results!" Ryo Yamada followed behind, exclaiming with undisguised admiration, like she'd discovered a new continent.
That admiration seared Megumi Kato's face like a brand.
Her cheeks reddened enough to drip blood as she buried her face in Seiji's chest from sheer embarrassment.
It's over... my image is completely ruined...
Megumi thought despairingly, yet couldn't control the excitement rising from deep within her body due to that very shame.
The master bedroom door was pushed open, then gently closed.
On the wide bed, Seiji laid Megumi down gently. Ryo immediately pulled up a chair, positioning herself at the bedside like a student eager to learn.
"Don't mind me," Ryo said, eyes sparkling. "Pretend I'm not here."
How am I supposed to do that?! Megumi screamed internally, but before she could protest, Seiji's hands were already on her.
He didn't bother undressing her yet. His fingers traced along her collarbone, down between her breasts, over the thin fabric of her blouse. When his palm cupped her breast through the cloth, Megumi's breath hitched.
"Nn..."
His thumb circled her nipple through the fabric, feeling it stiffen immediately. Megumi bit her lip hard, trying not to make a sound. Having Ryo watch her like a lab specimen was mortifying.
Seiji's other hand slid up her thigh, pushing her skirt higher. Her hips jerked on their own.
"Ooh." Ryo leaned closer.
Don't comment don't comment don't—
His fingers found the damp spot on her panties and pressed. Megumi's whole body shuddered.
He hooked a finger under the fabric, pulling it aside to expose her glistening folds. Already soaked. Already dripping. That's what deep development did to a body—conditioned it to respond the moment he touched her.
Megumi wanted to disappear. Having herself displayed like this, talked about like she wasn't even there—tears of shame pricked at her eyes.
But her traitorous cunt didn't care. When his finger finally slipped inside, her back arched off the bed.
"Ahh—!"
He pumped slowly. Deliberately. Two knuckles deep, then three, letting Ryo see exactly how her walls clenched around him, how her juices coated his hand, how her thighs trembled.
"Whoa..." Ryo breathed.
Seiji added a second finger, spreading her open. Then he curled them, found that spot, and pressed.
Megumi's vision whited out. Her mouth fell open, pussy clamping down, hips bucking as she came—sudden, violent, overwhelming. Clear fluid gushed around his fingers, soaking through to the sheets.
Still fully clothed. Just a few minutes of being touched. And she'd squirted everywhere like a bitch in heat.
She lay there panting, legs trembling, the wet spot spreading beneath her. Ryo had seen everything—the writhing, the sounds, the mess.
The worst part? Her body already wanted more.
Seiji withdrew his glistening fingers.
"Got it?"
"Yeah." Ryo was already stripping off her uniform. "My turn."
No hesitation. No shame. She flopped down beside Megumi, completely naked.
Megumi, still catching her breath, watched with petty satisfaction. Your turn to squirm, senpai.
Seiji turned his attention to Ryo.
But unlike Megumi, Ryo was just a normal girl. Enthusiastic, sure—but with normal limits.
Within minutes she was already gasping, pale skin flushed, small breasts heaving.
"Hah... this is... a lot..."
"Senpai." Megumi's voice carried a vindictive edge. "He pressed here on me earlier." She pointed to a spot on Ryo's lower back. "Harder."
Seiji obliged. His thumb dug into that pressure point while his other hand kept working between Ryo's legs.
"HYAAAH—!!"
Ryo's eyes rolled back. Her whole body convulsed, orgasm ripping through her. She jerked and twitched for a good thirty seconds before going limp, drool leaking from her mouth.
Finally. Megumi felt vindicated. Now she knows—
But Ryo's eyes fluttered open. And instead of shame, her face split into a grin.
"A-amazing... more!! Again!!"
...What the fuck?
This weirdo wasn't capable of embarrassment. Megumi's revenge had completely backfired.
Seiji kept going, but it was pointless. Ryo barely lasted a tenth of what Megumi could take before passing out cold, blissful smile still plastered on her face.
"Told you." Seiji shook his head at the comatose girl. "Only Megumi can handle the full thing."
He looked at Megumi. She'd recovered enough—physically. Her body, after deep development, had stamina far beyond normal. What just happened was barely a warm-up.
And she could feel it. The emptiness. Her pussy still throbbing, still wet, still aching to be filled.
Seiji extended his hand.
"Main course."
Megumi cursed her constitution. The shame hadn't faded, but fresh arousal was already flooding through her.
"...Yes."
She took his hand.
What followed lasted until dawn.
He fucked her properly this time. No teasing, no audience. Just raw, thorough use of her conditioned body. Bent her over the bed and pounded her from behind until she came screaming into the pillows. Flipped her onto her back and drove into her missionary, watching her face twist with each orgasm. Pulled her into his lap and made her ride, hands gripping her hips to set the pace.
Megumi took all of it. Begged for all of it. Her composure shattered somewhere around the fifth orgasm.
By morning, she was a thoroughly fucked mess—cum leaking from her swollen cunt, too exhausted to feel embarrassed about the sounds she'd made all night.
Ryo slept through the whole thing.