Thanks to the system's optimization, his brain now functioned like a top-tier supercomputer, processing massive amounts of information with flawless efficiency.
Even so, by the time evening rolled around and he finally finished the last part of his analysis report on "Creative Industry Development Trends for the Next Decade," a deep fatigue washed over him like an incoming tide.
This kind of pure mental exhaustion was somehow even worse than those "three hundred rounds" of battle he used to have with Utaha.
He shut his laptop, walked into the living room, and collapsed onto the soft couch, sinking into it until sleep claimed him almost instantly.
Evening.
When Utaha and Eriri returned from school, they were met with a rather unexpected scene.
The coffee table, the floor, even the empty space next to the sofa were buried under piles of business documents and thick professional books.
Equity Incentive Practices.
Principles of Marketing.
Monetary and Banking Theory.
The heavy tomes looked like miniature mountains, turning the living room into a battlefield of knowledge.
Several open notebooks lay scattered about, each page filled to the brim with dense handwriting and detailed diagrams.
And in the middle of all this chaos, the culprit himself was curled up on the couch, fast asleep.
The two girls froze mid-step, their smiles fading into expressions of stunned surprise.
They exchanged glances, reading the same disbelief in each other's eyes.
"Don't tell me he's been studying all day?" Eriri muttered, eyes wide.
Setting her bag down, she carefully stepped over the books, walked up to the couch, and looked down at Seiji's sleeping face with a complicated expression.
Utaha said nothing. She simply bent over and picked up a document from the coffee table.
It was an evaluation report on Genesis's current outsourcing teams.
Written in sharp, professional language, it analyzed each team's technical strengths, personnel makeup, and potential risks, and even laid out integration plans for a new corporate structure.
Every line radiated precision and foresight—things no ordinary eighteen-year-old high schooler should be capable of writing.
"This guy…" Utaha murmured, her heart rippling with surprise.
She had thought he was just dabbling for fun. But this—this was on a corporate level.
At that moment, Seiji stirred, apparently awakened by their movements. He yawned, rubbed his eyes, and blinked at them sleepily.
"Mm… you're back?" he mumbled, sitting up.
After glancing at his phone, his expression changed slightly. He got up, walked to the balcony, and slid the glass door shut.
"Hello, President Tanaka? It's me—Fujiwara."
His voice came through the door, muffled but distinct.
"I've got some initial thoughts about the company's future structure."
"First, the existing outsourcing teams need to be consolidated into an independent Animation Production Division… Yes, I'm planning to invite Director Tatsuyuki Nagai from A-1 Pictures to head it… Next, we'll need an IP Rights Division to focus on acquiring promising light novel and manga licenses. I'd like Chief Editor Machida from Fushikawa Bunko to serve as an external consultant on that…"
"…There'll also be a Music Division and an Overseas Distribution Division. Get the framework up quickly—start scouting candidates, and I'll make the final decisions."
Every word that came out of Seiji's mouth struck Utaha and Eriri like a hammer.
"Division," "Rights Operation," "Corporate Structure," "External Consultant"—
These weren't fantasy buzzwords. These were real, high-level business terms they'd only ever heard on finance programs.
He wasn't talking about some vague dream. He was making concrete business plans.
Both girls stood frozen, dumbfounded.
When Seiji finished the call and came back in, he was immediately met with two pairs of wide, suspiciously shiny eyes staring right at him.
"What?" Seiji chuckled.
"You… you're not kidding?" Eriri blurted out, still in disbelief.
Utaha's gaze was deep and searching, her wine-red eyes full of curiosity and astonishment.
Seiji couldn't help but laugh at their adorable shock.
"Of course not," he said with a shrug. "Actually, I'm heading to the company tomorrow to take care of some things. Why don't you two take the morning off and come with me? You'll see for yourselves."
"Company?!"
"Your company?!"
The two girls shouted in unison, voices shooting up an octave.
He already had a location and structure set up?
That was insane!
Like two cats driven by pure curiosity, they crowded around him, firing questions in rapid succession.
"What's going on here?"
"Where did this company come from? What's it called?"
"When did you even set this up?"
"What kind of business is it?"
But Seiji just smiled that infuriatingly smug smile of his and waved a hand.
"You'll find out tomorrow."
And with that, he ignored their desperate curiosity, strolling casually toward the bathroom, leaving only his back in view.
The two girls stared after him, faces twisted in frustration, like a pair of kittens scratching at an unreachable toy.
The next morning.
Sunlight streamed through the car windows, spilling across the faces of Utaha and Eriri—both filled with restless curiosity.
They had actually taken the day off.
Seiji was driving himself.
He wore a well-tailored beige blazer over a crisp white T-shirt, a sleek Patek Philippe watch glinting subtly on his wrist.
The blend of sophistication and youthful charm gave him an effortlessly magnetic aura.
Both girls felt their hearts skip a beat.
It was like catching a glimpse of a completely different Seiji—one they'd never known existed.
"We're really… going to your company?" Eriri leaned forward from the backseat, half draped over the driver's seat. Her golden hair brushed against Seiji's neck, tickling lightly.
"What else? You think I'm taking you to ride a carousel?" Seiji replied with a smirk.
"Who knows? Your trustworthiness is… questionable," Utaha teased, arms crossed.
Seiji just chuckled and shrugged.
Soon, the car pulled into the underground parking lot of a modern office tower.
They took the elevator up.
Eriri glanced around, frowning slightly at the familiar surroundings. Then she looked up—and froze.
"Genesis Creative Inc.… 'Genesis Media Works'?" she read aloud, eyes going wide.
"This—this is that Genesis?! The famous outsourcing company?! They're behind so many anime backgrounds and post-production effects!"
As a top-tier doujin artist, Eriri knew that name all too well.
Within the industry, Genesis was legendary—known for near-superhuman quality and efficiency. Every production studio wanted to work with them.
Yet they were notoriously low-profile, never accepting interviews, never flaunting their success.
Utaha, though not a visual artist, was well-informed enough to understand the weight of that name.
Staring at the sleek, high-end building before her, she was just as stunned as Eriri.
"So… this is the company you meant?" she asked, her voice almost trembling.
"What else?" Seiji said lightly, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
"H-how… how did you even get this company?!" Eriri's brain felt like it had crashed entirely.
"A distant relative overseas left it to me," Seiji said smoothly, using the excuse he'd prepared in advance. "The paperwork went through yesterday."
"A… relative's inheritance?!"
The two girls exchanged glances, their expressions full of disbelief—and maybe a bit of envy.
This was the kind of thing that only happened in dramas or novels.
And yet, it was happening right in front of them.
As they were still trying to process that, the building's glass doors slid open.
Tanaka Kenji, recently appointed company president, hurried out with several department heads in suits.
"Good morning, boss!" he said enthusiastically, bowing deeply.
His gaze then shifted to the two girls beside Seiji.
When he saw their striking looks and graceful demeanor, a knowing gleam flashed in his eyes.
Ah. The boss's women.
Keeping a professional face, he gave a subtle signal to the female secretary behind him.
She nodded discreetly and stepped aside to make a call.
"Boss, ladies—welcome to Genesis. Please, follow me."
Escorted by Tanaka and the executive staff, Seiji and the girls entered the building like royalty inspecting their domain.
The spacious, high-ceilinged lobby gleamed with modern design, and the walls were lined with posters from hit anime—many of which Genesis had helped produce.
Utaha and Eriri could hardly take it all in.
Meanwhile, three female employees quietly joined the group. Their task: attend to the two young "ladies" accompanying the boss.
As they walked through the office floors, every employee—artists, modelers, administrators—stopped what they were doing the moment they saw Seiji.
"Good morning, boss!"
Voices echoed one after another, filling the hall with respectful greetings.
Seiji simply nodded calmly and kept walking, his steps measured and confident.
Utaha and Eriri, however, could feel their faces burning.
Being the center of so much attention—being seen as the boss's companions—was both thrilling and mortifying.
And, if they were honest, maybe a tiny bit intoxicating.
After a full tour, they arrived at the top-floor conference room.
The moment Seiji stepped in, everyone inside—the department heads and core staff—rose to their feet in perfect unison.
"Boss!"
Seiji nodded, took the main seat, and gestured for them to sit.
Then, pointing toward the doorway where Utaha and Eriri stood awkwardly, he spoke in his usual calm tone—though the content dropped like a bomb.
"Let me introduce you. This is Utaha Kasumigaoka—my first wife. And this is Eriri Spencer Sawamura—my second."
The room fell silent.
Completely, utterly silent.
Tanaka and the rest of the staff stared in disbelief, jaws nearly hitting the floor.
Of all the ways the new boss could've opened his first meeting, this was definitely not one anyone had imagined.
"Pffft—!"
Utaha nearly choked on her own breath, her face instantly flushing red.
Her brain went blank for a second before she managed to mutter, "Wh–who's your wife, you shameless idiot!"
Eriri exploded next, practically steaming. "Y-you pervert! Don't just go around declaring things like that!" she yelled, stamping her foot.
Unfortunately, the bright blush on her face and the tremor in her voice made it look more like a shy outburst than actual anger.
The staff, however, were all seasoned professionals.
One look at the girls' reactions, and they understood everything.
So it's true.
And just like that, respect for their young boss went up another level.
To command a company and have two stunning girls by his side? Truly impressive.
After the brief chaos, Utaha managed to compose herself first.
Taking a deep breath, she forced down her embarrassment and gave a polite smile.
"Nice to meet you all. I'm Utaha Kasumigaoka. Please take care of me."
Seeing her calm down, Eriri followed suit, voice barely above a whisper.
"I-I'm Eriri Sawamura."
Having long abandoned her foreign family name, she introduced herself simply.
"Miss Kasumigaoka, Miss Sawamura," the staff greeted respectfully in unison.
Seiji nodded, clearly satisfied.
"Tanaka," he said to the president near the door, "have someone take them to rest."
"Yes, boss." Tanaka gestured to the secretary.
"This way, ladies," she said with a warm smile.
Outside the meeting room, three female employees were already waiting.
They led Utaha and Eriri on another tour through the building.
The two followed in a daze.
It was overwhelming—seeing the boy they'd shared a house with, argued with, teased, and scolded… now commanding an entire company filled with industry elites.
The contrast was dizzying.
When they finally sat down inside the luxurious top-floor office—the one with a view that stretched across the city—they could only stare blankly ahead, minds struggling to catch up with reality.
The distance between them and Seiji had suddenly become unfathomably vast.
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