Shizuka's resistance grew weak and powerless, her protests dissolving into broken, breathy murmurs.
Seiji captured her lips in a deep, consuming kiss. Shizuka's hands pushed weakly at his chest, but her body betrayed her—melting against him, lips parting to let him in.
When he finally pulled back, she was panting, eyes glazed.
"We can't... there's a party outside... people will notice—"
"Let them." His hands found the zipper of her purple dress, slowly pulling it down. "I've been watching you all evening in this dress. Do you know how hard it's been to keep my hands off you?"
The dress slipped off her shoulders, pooling at her waist. Shizuka instinctively moved to cover herself, but Seiji caught her wrists.
"Don't." His eyes raked over her body—the black lace bra barely containing her full breasts, her flushed skin. "You're so beautiful, Shizuka."
"Stop saying things like that..." Her voice was weak, trembling.
He unhooked her bra, freeing her breasts. They were fuller than the younger girls', softer, with dusky pink nipples already peaked with arousal.
"Perfect," he murmured, cupping them in his hands, thumbs circling the sensitive buds.
"Ah—" Shizuka gasped, her back arching involuntarily.
Seiji lowered his head, taking one nipple into his mouth. The wet heat of his tongue made her cry out, her hands flying to his hair—whether to push him away or pull him closer, she didn't know.
He lavished attention on both breasts, sucking and licking until she was squirming against him, soft whimpers escaping her throat.
"Please... someone might come..."
"Then you'd better stay quiet." He pushed the dress down over her hips, along with her panties, leaving her completely bare. His hands gripped her ass, lifting her.
Shizuka gasped as he carried her to the desk, sweeping papers aside and setting her down on the cool surface. She tried to close her legs, but he pushed them apart, settling between her thighs.
"Look at you," he said, fingers tracing along her slit. "Already so wet. Your body's honest even when you're trying to resist."
"I'm not—ah!" She gasped as he pushed two fingers inside her, her pussy clenching around the intrusion.
"So tight." He pumped his fingers slowly, his thumb finding her clit and rubbing circles. "Have you been touching yourself, Shizuka? Thinking about that night in Hokkaido?"
"No! I—ngh—" But her hips were already rocking against his hand, chasing the pleasure.
"Liar." He added a third finger, stretching her, and she bit her lip to stifle a moan.
The wet sounds of his fingers fucking her filled the quiet office. Shizuka's face burned with shame and arousal, her hands gripping the edge of the desk.
"I can't—I'm going to—"
"Not yet." He pulled his fingers out, and she whimpered at the loss.
She heard the sound of his belt, the rustle of fabric. When she opened her eyes, he was stroking his hard cock, the tip already glistening.
"Wait—we need protection—"
"I know." He pulled out a condom, rolling it on with practiced ease. "I came prepared."
Before she could protest further, he positioned himself at her entrance and pushed in.
"Oh god—" Shizuka's head fell back, eyes squeezing shut as he stretched her open. Even after that night in Hokkaido, her body still struggled to accommodate his size.
"Fuck, you feel amazing." Seiji groaned, burying himself deeper. "So hot and tight."
When he was fully seated, they both paused, breathing hard. Shizuka could feel every inch of him filling her, stretching her almost to the point of pain.
Then he started to move—slow, deep thrusts that had her gasping with each stroke.
"Ah! Seiji—not so hard—someone will hear—"
"Then bite down on this." He shoved his fingers into her mouth, and she instinctively closed her lips around them, muffling her cries.
He picked up the pace, pounding into her harder. The desk rocked with each thrust, the sound of their bodies joining obscenely loud. Plap. Plap. Plap.
Shizuka's legs wrapped around his waist, heels digging into his back as he drove into her relentlessly. The angle hit something deep inside that made her see stars.
"Mmph! Mmph!" She moaned around his fingers, tears pricking her eyes from the overwhelming pleasure.
"That's it. Take it." Seiji's other hand gripped her hip bruisingly hard, holding her in place as he fucked her. "You're mine, Shizuka. Say it."
She shook her head, defiant even now.
He pulled his fingers from her mouth and slowed his thrusts to an agonizing crawl. "Say it, or I'll stop."
"You—you bastard—" She gasped, her pussy clenching around him desperately.
"Say. It."
"Fine! I'm—I'm yours! Happy?!"
"Very." He slammed back into her hard, making her cry out. His hand slipped between them, fingers finding her swollen clit.
The dual stimulation was too much. Shizuka felt the pressure building, her whole body tensing.
"I'm going to—oh god, I'm coming—"
"Come for me. Let me feel it."
Her orgasm crashed over her like a tidal wave. She barely managed to clap a hand over her mouth to muffle her scream as her pussy spasmed around him, waves of intense pleasure rolling through her body.
Seiji groaned, her tight walls milking him as he thrust through her climax. "Fuck—Shizuka—"
He buried himself deep and came with a shudder, filling the condom.
They stayed like that for a long moment, both panting, sweat-slicked and trembling.
When he finally pulled out, Shizuka whimpered at the emptiness. Her legs felt like jelly, and she could barely hold herself upright.
"We're not done," Seiji said, his voice still rough with desire.
"What—" Her eyes widened as she realized he was still hard. "You can't be serious—"
"I told you I've been thinking about you all evening." He disposed of the used condom and reached for another. "The night's still young, sensei."
"No—I can't—not again—" But even as she protested, her treacherous body was already responding to his touch.
He carried her to the leather couch in the corner of the office. "On your hands and knees."
"Seiji, please, I need a break—"
"You can rest when I'm satisfied." His hand came down on her ass in a sharp smack, and she yelped.
Shizuka found herself obeying, getting on all fours on the couch. The position left her completely exposed and vulnerable.
She felt the head of his cock press against her entrance from behind, and then he was pushing in again, the new angle making her gasp.
"Oh fuck—too deep—"
He gripped her hips and started fucking her hard and fast, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the office.
Shizuka buried her face in the cushions to muffle her cries, her fingers clawing at the leather as he took her from behind with punishing intensity.
"This is what you wanted, isn't it?" He leaned over her, his chest pressing against her back. "Why you dressed up so pretty today. Why you came when I called."
"No—I didn't—ah!"
"Your pussy's squeezing me so tight. It knows the truth even if you won't admit it."
His hand snaked around to rub her clit, and Shizuka felt herself hurtling toward another climax already.
"Not again—I can't—"
"Yes, you can. Come for me again, Shizuka."
She came with a broken sob, her whole body shaking as pleasure overwhelmed her senses. Seiji fucked her through it, prolonging her orgasm until she was a trembling, incoherent mess.
He pulled out, flipped her onto her back, and pushed back in, continuing his relentless pace.
Shizuka looked up at him through tear-blurred eyes, completely undone. Her tough exterior had crumbled entirely, leaving only raw vulnerability and overwhelming sensation.
"Please—please, I need a break—"
"Soon." He kissed her, swallowing her protests, and kept going.
...
An hour later.
Shizuka lay sprawled across the bed, her hair damp with sweat and clinging to her flushed cheeks. Her eyes were hazy, vacant.
She felt like she'd been hit by a Category 5 typhoon. Every part of her body ached, trembled, utterly spent.
Seiji lay beside her, lighting up a post-coital cigarette, leisurely exhaling smoke rings.
"Finally… over…" Shizuka said in a nasal, broken voice. "You're going to kill me… just because I avoided you?"
Shizuka rolled her eyes weakly. "Fine. I won't avoid you anymore. Happy?"
"Just 'not avoiding'?" Seiji blew out another smoke ring.
"I… I miss you, okay?!" Shizuka snapped in exasperation. "But we're so far apart in age, and you already have a girlfriend…"
"So what?" Seiji snuffed out the cigarette and leaned over her again. "I don't care about any of that. Break time's over."
"Ah—! No more! I can't—"
...
Outside, the reception was winding down.
Tanaka Kenji couldn't find his boss, so he approached Utaha respectfully. "Kasumigaoka-san, do you know where the president went?"
Kasumigaoka Utaha held her wine glass, her expression serene as she glanced toward the quiet hallway. "He had something to take care of and left early. You're in charge here, President Tanaka."
"Understood." Tanaka Kenji nodded and left immediately.
Eriri leaned over curiously and whispered, "How do you know Seiji left?"
Utaha replied lightly, "Because I saw someone familiar."
Eriri blinked, still confused.
Utaha didn't bother explaining further. She simply took Eriri's hand. "Come on. Let's go home too. Let him 'work overtime' alone tonight."
...
...
The next morning.
The sky was still dim, the early light pale and cold.
In the penthouse suite atop the Genesis building, Hiratsuka Shizuka struggled to open her eyes amidst a fog of soreness and exhaustion.
Her body felt like it had been run over by a steamroller—every muscle aching, numb.
Memories of last night's madness came flooding back in broken waves, and her face instantly burned crimson.
She slowly turned her head to the side.
Seiji was still asleep, breathing steady and deep.
That face—so harmless in sleep—was a far cry from the relentless demon who'd held her down last night, forcing her to call him all sorts of humiliating names through her tears.
Shizuka's heart skipped a beat.
She didn't dare look any longer. She didn't have time to unpack the impossibly tangled knot of emotions in her chest.
Shame, anger, regret—and a sliver of affection she refused to acknowledge.