Hiza lowered her head, silent.
Alistair didn't push further. Silence was an answer. He didn't want to go too far too fast; he wanted to "convert" her, not just break her.
"By the way, there's a small lounge in this office, right?" Alistair slapped her rear, the sharp smack echoing in the room and drawing a soft whimper from her.
"Y-yes, sir."
"Are there snacks and drinks in there? The coffee here is too bitter for me."
"Yes. I'll get you whatever you need," Hiza said, desperate to escape his touch even for a minute.
"A Sprite and a grape juice."
Alistair released her. Hiza hurried into the small lounge—a room Kamekura had built for his own trysts but Alistair had "inherited."
Inside, Hiza leaned against the wall and downed a bottle of ice-cold water. I must be desperate for my husband. Just being touched by him made me soak through my panties. She felt humiliated and uncomfortable, but she had no spare clothes.
Wait! How long have I been in here? She checked her watch. Eight minutes.
She grabbed the drinks and rushed back out.
"Took your time, Hiza," Alistair drawled, leaning back in his executive chair.
"My apologies, sir. I didn't stock the fridge myself, so it took a moment to find them," she lied, bowing deeply.
"Hiza, have you heard the phrase 'Big breasts, no brains'?" Alistair leaned forward, his right hand suddenly lunging to cup her massive "snow mountain."
Hiza bit her lip, her body trembling, but she didn't move. If it's just this, I can endure it, she thought.
"Tsk, boring," Alistair let go. "You owe this company millions. Even with your high salary, it'll take decades to pay off. And you're trying to have a baby, aren't you? Kids are expensive."
Hiza's eyes widened to pinpricks. "How... how do you know about the baby?"
Alistair pulled a slip of paper from his pocket—a list of prenatal herbs and precautions he'd swiped from her. "I recognized the ingredients. A friend of mine uses similar stuff."
Hiza was speechless. Her own health recipe had become her undoing.
"Look, I'm a kind man. I don't want to see you struggle. I can't just wipe the debt for free—that sets a bad precedent. So, let's make a deal. I'll pay off your debt personally, but in exchange for 'labor.' We'll calculate the 'workload' and pay you accordingly."
Alistair hooked a finger under her chin. "A blowjob? 10,000 yen. Use your breasts? 20,000. Full service? 100,000. If I finish early, you still get the full amount."
Hiza's breath hitched. Those rates were incredibly generous—higher than high-end escorts. And they desperately needed the money. The cost of living, the debt, a future child... it was a mountain they couldn't climb on their current salaries.
"Is that not enough? How about double?" Alistair leaned in, smiling.
Hiza looked away. Alistair was young, handsome, and fit. Her moral compass was spinning wildly. The "deal" didn't seem as repulsive as it should have.
"Look at the math, Hiza. A few times a day, and you're making hundreds of thousands a week. It's more than your salary. Why resist?" Alistair's smile vanished. "If you don't want to, forget it..."
"I... I can try," Hiza interrupted in a low voice. "But you can't force me."
Alistair grinned. "Of course. Business should always be consensual."