The next morning, sunlight poured through the massive floor-to-ceiling windows into the bedroom.
Ryo groaned awake, feeling like every bone in her body had fallen apart.
Recalling last night's brief experience, she muttered to herself: "Special constitution, huh... only Megumi can handle the full deep development..."
Nearby, Megumi had also woken up, though she hadn't bothered to get out of bed—just lay there wrapped lazily in the blankets. Hearing this, she couldn't resist rolling her eyes.
"I'd rather not have this constitution." Her voice was husky, like she had a hangover.
"Why not?" Ryo looked over, genuinely puzzled. "With Seiji around, we get to enjoy life to the fullest. And pleasure's a big part of that, right? You can experience way more than the rest of us. You should feel lucky."
Ryo's eyes flashed with mischief.
She suddenly reached out and grabbed Megumi's chest.
"Let me study some more!"
"Ryo-senpai!!" Megumi yelped—before she could react, she'd been groped.
But the intense reaction Ryo expected didn't happen.
Megumi just frowned slightly, without any particular sensation.
"Huh?" Ryo blinked, confused. She squeezed again. "How come? Last night when Seiji barely touched you, you were already..."
Smack!
Megumi swatted her hand away, wrapping the blanket tighter around herself, cheeks flushing with irritation.
"The one who conditioned me is Fujiwara-sensei, not you. My body only reacts that way to him. Don't bother."
"Tch, boring." Ryo clicked her tongue and gave up.
The two lay in bed, chatting idly.
"Speaking of which." Ryo turned on her side. "Do you know why Seiji came to Tokyo this time?"
"Mm, sensei mentioned it—to deal with some troublemakers."
"Hehe." Ryo's face broke into a proud smile, puffing out her chest. "That intel came from me, you know."
"..." Megumi stared at her. "That's basically espionage, senpai."
"It's called knowing which way the wind blows!" Ryo countered, not a trace of guilt on her face.
Megumi was completely at a loss for words. She could only silently light a mental candle for those three seniors about to face disaster.
The two chatted like this for a while, their relationship rapidly warming in a strange atmosphere.
Not until hunger growled in their stomachs and the aroma of breakfast wafted up from downstairs did they finally drag themselves out of bed to wash up and change.
In the dining room, Seiji leisurely sipped his coffee while Megumi and Ryo sat on either side, enjoying a lavish breakfast.
Last night's chaos seemed to have left no awkwardness between the three—if anything, it had sparked a strange sense of familiarity.
"This tamagoyaki is really good." Ryo speared a piece with her fork, popping it into her mouth.
"Thank you for the compliment, Ryo-senpai," Megumi smiled in response, elegant and proper. "It's just home cooking."
Seiji watched this seemingly harmonious scene between them, a barely perceptible smile tugging at his lips.
He hoped to see harmony in his harem too.
After breakfast, Ryo headed off to school as usual.
Seiji took Megumi to Genesis Company's Tokyo branch in the city center to handle accumulated business.
In the spacious, bright President's office, after processing several urgent documents, Seiji leaned back in his comfortable leather chair and pulled out his phone.
He opened the LINE group called "Fujiwara Family Tea Party"—home to all members of his harem.
Glancing at Megumi, who was organizing files beside him, he casually sent a message to the group.
[Seiji]: I've come to Tokyo for work. Also, let me introduce a new sister @Megumi Kato.
He'd pulled Megumi's account into the group at the same time.
This message was like a stone dropped into calm water, instantly creating ripples.
[Utaha]: Oh my? Our esteemed President himself has come to Tokyo? What an honor. Welcome, new sister @Megumi Kato.
[Eriri]: This guy coming to Tokyo means nothing good! But... welcome to the family @Megumi Kato. If you have questions, feel free to ask me, your senpai!
Messages flooded in one after another. Most members welcomed Megumi's addition, their words full of curiosity.
However, Seiji's sharp eyes caught several discordant notes mixed in.
[Seika]: @Seiji, are you here to inspect STARRY's operations? For work matters, please go through official channels to make an appointment. Thank you.
[Eliza]: President Fujiwara, you're so busy yet you have time to come to Tokyo. You must be exhausted. (smile.jpg)
[PA-san]: Noted.
These three messages, though worded differently, all carried the same undertone of distance and resistance.
Seiji stroked his chin, mentally noting these three—but outwardly showed nothing.
Meanwhile, Ryo, the "spy," also made a timely appearance, playing her role.
[Ryo]: Huh? Seiji, you're in Tokyo? Why didn't you say something beforehand? I was hoping to sleep in. @Megumi Kato, hi, I'm Ryo Yamada, nice to meet you~
Nearby, Megumi also took out her phone, watching the messages scroll across the screen, her expression remaining placid.
[Megumi Kato]: Hello everyone, I'm Megumi Kato. Please take care of me.
Through the group's lively chatter, she quickly got a preliminary read on the personalities of these "senpais" besides Ryo.
And at the same time—
In that private group with only three members, "Shimokitazawa Resistance Front," the atmosphere was entirely different.
[Seika]: He's here. And he brought that Megumi Kato with him.
[Eliza]: I saw. This is intimidation! Definitely intimidation!
[PA-san]: Stay vigilant. Stick to the agreement.
The three's exchange was brief and grave, as if facing an imminent battle.
In the office, Seiji pretended not to notice the three's wariness. But in his mind, he was already planning how to take them down one by one.
First target, naturally, Seika Ijichi.
Over the following days, Seiji—under the pretext of "strengthening collaboration across the group's music divisions"—frequently attended "business cooperation meetings" at STARRY livehouse.
He always brought Megumi along, appearing to be nothing more than a major shareholder concerned about the business.
And Megumi played the secretary role perfectly—eyes focused and calm, maintaining a polite distance from everything around her.
Every time Seika saw the two appear, her heart would skip a beat unbidden.
She kept her nerves taut, like a vigilant lioness.
In any setting where Seiji was present, she maintained absolute professional courtesy—impeccable in word and deed, strictly adhering to the Alliance's "Article One."
She even extended her deep wariness to Megumi, who was always at Seiji's side.
Seiji paid this no mind.
Seika's hypervigilant posture actually amused her sister Nijika.
"Sis, have you been too stressed lately?"
One evening, in the break room backstage at the livehouse, Nijika polished her drumsticks while speaking to Seika, who was reviewing accounts: "Seiji's just here for work. You don't have to act like you're going into battle every time, do you?"
"You don't understand, Nijika." Seika set down the documents, looking seriously at her sister. "You must never underestimate his depravity. Did you forget what Utaha and Eriri said?"
"Those two senpais are exaggerating." Nijika laughed helplessly. "How could anything that outrageous happen in real life?"
She leaned close to Seika's ear, lowering her voice: "Besides, after he did... that to us last time, didn't we need several days' rest to recover?"
The "that" Nijika referred to was the time in a hotel suite when Seiji had taken both sisters into his arms at once, using his powerful body and expert technique to give them an unprecedented, shameful sisterly threesome...
Seika could still remember being pressed against the floor-to-ceiling window, watching the night view outside while enduring, from behind, the mind-shattering pleasure brought on by both her sister and that man at once...
That experience had left Nijika feeling it was more like intense couple's play than the terrifying "conditioning" Utaha and the others described.
"Y-you be quiet!"
Seika's cheeks instantly flushed red. She pushed her sister away in embarrassment, her heart racing uncontrollably.
The memories from that night surged back like a tide, making even her core start to heat up, her legs going slightly weak.
But calming down to think about it, she felt there was some truth to Nijika's words.
She and Nijika, after every intense session with Seiji, needed several days' rest to recover.
Perhaps what Utaha and Eriri said really was exaggerated.
"But what if?" Seika was still worried. She looked at her sister, forcing the words out: "What if one day he gets it into his head to really 'further develop' us... what then?"
At those words, both their faces turned crimson.
"Then I'll give him a good scolding!" Nijika actually puffed out her chest, expression completely serious: "I'll tell him that this kind of twisted desire and thinking is wrong! It needs to be corrected!"
Looking at her sister's righteous, earnest expression, Seika felt some of her unease mysteriously soothed.
She exhaled in relief, thinking that with Nijika around, perhaps that man really would show some restraint.
While infiltrating Seika's defenses, Seiji wasn't idle elsewhere.
He sought out Kikuri Hiroi.
One afternoon, he visited the apartment he'd rented for Kikuri.
The location was decent, but the interior was somewhat messy. A faint smell of alcohol hung in the air—though much fresher than before—clearly someone was making an effort to keep things tidy.
Ding dong—
Seiji pressed the doorbell.
"Who is it?"
The peephole darkened as someone leaned against it from behind.
"Seiji!?"
Soon, an excited cry came from behind the door.
The door flew open immediately.
Kikuri Hiroi wore an oversized T-shirt that barely covered her hips, exposing a pair of straight, slender legs.
Her messy blue hair cascaded carelessly around her. Her face still carried a just-woken drowsiness, but the moment she saw Seiji standing outside, those beautiful eyes lit up instantly.
"You're here!!"
Her voice held barely suppressed joy, as if she'd been waiting for ages.
The next second, she threw herself into Seiji's arms like a cat finding its owner, hugging him tight.
"Yeah, I'm here."
Seiji reached back to close the door, pulling her closer, feeling the changes in her body.
After quitting drinking, Kikuri was much healthier.
The skin that had been pale from alcoholism had regained its glow and elasticity. Her body had filled out a bit too. But that decadent, cool aura—like a corrupted ice princess—hadn't changed much.
"Looks like your rehab is going well." He released her, pinching Kikuri's cheek. "The doctor says you're making great progress."
"Hehe..." Kikuri smiled smugly, her eyes sparkling with anticipation, cheeks slightly flushed: "So... is there a reward?"
As she asked, her expression turned slightly shy, but her gaze roamed boldly over Seiji's body—clearly thinking about certain things.
Seiji caught her meaning immediately. He hadn't tasted this band bassist in quite a while either.
He leaned down, whispering in her ear: "Of course. And it's... the full package."
Kikuri understood his hint instantly. Letting out an excited squeak, she immediately turned to double-lock the door, then grabbed his hand and practically dragged him toward the bathroom, her steps so eager she nearly stumbled.
In the bathroom, steam billowed.
Kikuri didn't bother with preliminaries. The moment they stepped under the hot spray, she was already pulling at his clothes, tugging his shirt over his head with clumsy, eager hands. Seiji let her strip him, then returned the favor—peeling that oversized T-shirt off to reveal nothing underneath. No bra, no panties. She'd been ready for him.
He cupped her breast, thumbing the nipple until it stiffened. She grabbed his wrist and shoved his hand lower.
His fingers found her already slick—not just from the shower water. He slid two inside without resistance, and Kikuri's head fell back against the tile wall, mouth open.
He pumped slowly, curling his fingers to find that spot. Her hips bucked into his hand, chasing the friction. Water streamed down her pale skin, over her full breasts, pooling in the dip of her collarbone.
He added a third finger, stretching her. Her legs nearly buckled. Before she could beg, he withdrew his hand and lifted her by the thighs, pinning her against the slick tile. She wrapped her legs around his waist instinctively, arms looping around his neck.
One thrust and he was inside her.
Her cry echoed off the bathroom walls. He set a brutal pace from the start—no buildup, no tenderness. Just hard, deep strokes that had her bouncing against the tile with each impact. Her nails raked down his back, leaving red trails.
The wet slap of skin on skin mixed with the shower's spray. Her tits bounced with each thrust, nipples dragging against his chest. She was already close—weeks of anticipation had her wound tight.
Her pussy clamped down, body seizing as she came with a strangled moan. He fucked her through it, not slowing, and the overstimulation had her sobbing against his shoulder. Kept pounding into her quivering cunt until she came again, harder, gushing around his cock. Only then did he let himself go, burying deep and filling her with a low groan.
They stayed like that for a moment, both panting, water still streaming over them.
Then he pulled out, spun her around to face the wall. She braced her hands on the tile without being told. When he pushed back inside from behind, she moaned into the steam.
Round one was just the warmup.
After, they lay on the bedroom bed resting. Kikuri curled contentedly in his arms like a lazy cat, playing with a few strands of his hair.
"Speaking of which," she asked idly, "is what Utaha and the others said in the group true? That deep-whatever thing with the new Megumi-chan?"
"Mm, it's true." Seiji answered. "But Megumi's constitution is special—she can handle it. Anyone else's body would break."
"Is that so... what a shame." Kikuri murmured softly, her tone carrying a hint of missing-out-on-a-good-show disappointment.
She wasn't particularly bothered by "deep development."
She wouldn't proactively seek it out like Ryo, but if Seiji wanted to try it on her, she wouldn't refuse either.
"Actually," Seiji's hand began wandering along her smooth back, "Eliza seems to believe it completely. She's been acting all nervous and jumpy lately."
He leaned close to Kikuri's ear, whispering his true purpose for this Tokyo trip—taming the three thorns in his harem.
Kikuri listened, her expression first surprised, then rueful: "I knew it... Eliza really is quite unhappy with you."
Her expression was somewhat complicated.
"So I need your help." Seiji's hand continued roaming her back. "Betray her one more time, just like in the office before."
Kikuri stiffened slightly, a flicker of conflict in her eyes.
But that conflict lasted barely three seconds before being replaced by something deeper. She turned to look into Seiji's eyes, nodding seriously.
"Okay, I'll help you."
"Oh?" Seiji raised an eyebrow. "Selling out your best friend that easily?"
"Hehe," Kikuri laughed carelessly. "I know that girl—she talks tough, but doesn't she still send you those cosplay photos every week? If she really hated it, with her personality, she couldn't keep it up this long. She's already accepted you in her heart. I'm just giving her a push—helping her accept what she truly feels."
Seiji smiled in satisfaction at her words: "Then I'm counting on you."
"Don't worry, leave it to me!" Kikuri patted her chest.
With that motion, her full softness rippled in dizzying waves.
Seiji's gaze heated. He flipped over her, beginning round two to her startled gasp.