She sent a message to Ijichi Seika, the manager of the Livehouse, saying she had a family matter and needed to take a few days off, even suspending her part-time work.
During this time.
When Nijika messaged asking about her, she only deflected with vague words like "some personal business" and "don't worry."
She took the train to the Marunouchi commercial district in Chiyoda Ward.
This was Tokyo's heart—the gathering place of top-tier headhunting firms.
Ryo Yamada found a bench in an inconspicuous street-side park across from what looked like the largest headhunting company and sat down like a statue, beginning her stakeout.
While keeping watch.
She pulled grass from her pocket, chewing it expressionlessly, but her gaze was locked onto the headhunting company's front door like a hawk, not missing a single person entering or leaving.
Time ticked by, second by second.
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Shimokitazawa.
In the backstage lounge of "STARRY," Ijichi Nijika held her phone, looking worried.
"Damn it! What the hell is Ryo doing?! She won't answer calls, and only replies with two words to my messages!" She tugged at her yellow side ponytail in frustration.
Her sister, Ijichi Seika, sighed, also concerned. "She even took time off from her part-time job—that's never happened before. Could something have... happened?"
The PA-san next to them pondered aloud. "I just sent her another message, still no reply. Nijika, should we go check on her at home?"
"Yeah! We have to!" Nijika nodded emphatically.
She had a bad feeling. Thinking back to the tragedy that struck Ryo Yamada's family a year ago, she was terrified her friend might do something irreversible.
...
...
Ryo Yamada knew nothing of their concerns.
At this moment, all her focus was concentrated on that glass door across the street.
One day... two days...
The stakeout was tedious and desperate.
Fortunately, on the third afternoon.
A figure she'd burned into her brain appeared.
He was walking out of the headhunting company, chatting and laughing with what looked like a middle-aged company executive.
Ryo Yamada shot to her feet.
Her dim blue eyes suddenly burst with astonishing light!
He appeared! Seiji Fujiwara!
Ryo Yamada felt her heart pounding wildly in her chest. The hunger, patience, and anxiety of these past days all transformed in this moment into desperate resolve.
...
At the same time, at the headhunting company's entrance.
Seiji was chatting with the elite headhunter about follow-up matters, planning to have dinner together.
"Mr. Kuroki, I'll be counting on you for the rest of the work," he said.
"Please rest assured, Fujiwara-san! I won't let you down!" Headhunter Kuroki bowed respectfully.
The work topic ended there.
The two walked out the front door and immediately spotted a slender figure ahead.
"Hm?"
Kuroki let out a soft sound, as if remembering some gossip. He lowered his voice and pointed at the slender figure with a smile. "Fujiwara-san, see that girl? That's the Yamada family's young lady."
"The Yamada family's young lady?" Seiji followed his pointing finger.
A slender blue-haired girl walked along expressionlessly.
Ryo Yamada?
Seiji paused slightly, immediately recognizing this as a character from Bocchi the Rock—Ryo Yamada.
Of course, also one of his past-life waifus.
"That's right, the one whose family had that big incident a year ago... Such a shame. I heard she's living in poverty now." Headhunter Kuroki spoke in a gossipy tone.
"Is that so?" Seiji appeared noncommittal on the surface, but his mind was already active.
The Yamada family fell on hard times too?
As expected, the heroines in this world all seem to be having rough lives.
As Seiji pondered this.
Up ahead, Ryo Yamada quickened her pace.
She crossed the street and walked straight toward Seiji.
Click. Click. Click.
Under the surprised gazes of both Seiji and headhunter Kuroki, Ryo Yamada walked right up to Seiji and stopped.
Then she bowed slightly and spoke politely:
"Fujiwara-san, hello. This is our first meeting. My name is Ryo Yamada."
"...May I speak with you privately?"
Seiji froze at her words, looking down at the girl before him.
Blue short hair shimmered with a unique luster in the afternoon sunlight. Her pale face looked somewhat wan from malnutrition, but those blue eyes blazed like ghostfire, locked onto him with desperate, wild intensity.
He hadn't even made a move yet, and Ryo Yamada came to him on her own?
Interesting.
Too interesting.
"Of course." Seiji's lips curled into an intrigued smile.
Beside him, Mr. Kuroki flashed a knowing smile and said at the perfect moment, "Fujiwara-san, I suddenly remembered I have something to handle at the office! About dinner... I'm terribly sorry, we'll have to reschedule!"
Mr. Kuroki bowed once, then turned and headed straight back to the company without waiting for Seiji to try stopping him.
The whole process was smooth as silk, without a hint of hesitation.
Seiji couldn't help but smile wryly, but he also silently praised Mr. Kuroki's sharp eye.
At this moment, on the bustling commercial street, only he and Ryo Yamada remained.
The atmosphere grew subtly quiet.
"Fujiwara-san, shall we..." Ryo Yamada was about to continue.
"Let's go to that park over there." Seiji interrupted her, pointing to a nearby street-side park. "It'll be quieter there."
"...Okay."
The two walked one after the other into the park, sitting down on a secluded bench.
Ryo Yamada clearly wasn't the type for roundabout preliminaries.
She looked straight into Seiji's eyes, her opening line earth-shattering:
"Fujiwara-san, may I ask—would you be interested in a bass-playing, short-haired, androgynous current female high school student?"
What the hell?
Even Seiji, who prided himself on being well-versed in the world, was stunned into silence by this "ultimate fastball" of self-promotion.
He blinked, almost thinking he'd heard wrong.
What is this?
Door-to-door "pillow business" proposals? With the person herself doing the negotiating?
Conquering Kasumigaoka Utaha had been filled with verbal sparring and mental tug-of-war; subduing Sawamura Eriri had involved her tsundere struggles as he slowly pushed forward.
But this girl in front of him...
The vibe is completely different!
Ryo Yamada seemed to interpret his shock as confusion.
She continued in a tone devoid of emotional fluctuation: "I need money."
"A lot of money."
She paused, then began recounting her circumstances in a voice as flat as if telling someone else's story.
"A year ago, my parents' hospital went under due to an accidental fire, and they died in that fire. Afterward, the hospital went bankrupt, leaving astronomical debt. Our family home will be seized by the bank next week to cover the debt... Even then, the remaining debt is enough to keep me from ever turning my life around."
"I'll have to drop out of school, lose everything, and won't even be able to afford food."
As she spoke, her voice finally carried a trace of trembling.
Seiji listened quietly.
This information matched what headhunter Kuroki had just said, but hearing it from the person involved made that heavy despair feel a thousand times more concrete.
Indeed, the standard script for a "heroine in distress."
Before Seiji could respond, Ryo Yamada continued.
"I saw the newspaper about 'Genesis's' opening a few days ago." She looked up, staring at Seiji.
"You don't lack for women."
"That's only natural. For a young, handsome man like you who possesses immense wealth, having many women around you is perfectly normal... It fits Japan's social climate very well."
"So I thought, perhaps you wouldn't mind one more."
Seiji was completely shocked.
He felt his brain needed time to process this girl's peculiar logic.
What kind of logic is this?
Because you're a playboy, you won't mind adding me to the collection?
Hey, hey—you're being way too accepting!
Even if Japan's social climate is like that, it's still supposed to be an unspoken rule, never laid out on the table like this.
But how can you make "being kept" sound like a perfectly reasonable "job" you're applying for?!
Seiji mentally went wild with complaints.
Truly worthy of being the weirdo from the original Bocchi the Rock whose brain works differently from normal people!
Of course, Seiji had no intention of refusing.
A waifu he'd loved in his past life, delivered right to his door—there's no reason to refuse.
What he was pondering now was a deeper question.
—Would accepting Ryo Yamada affect his conquest of other characters from Bocchi the Rock?
For instance, the sunshine-like drummer Ijichi Nijika, the popular vocalist Kita Ikuyo, the socially anxious pink dumpling Goto Hitori... and the super-tsundere Ijichi Seika, and the dark-charmed PA-san.
These were all his conquest targets!
Ryo Yamada was their teammate, their best friend.
If he took in Ryo Yamada now, and then went after her friends later, how would she react?
Would she become his "Trojan Horse" infiltrating enemy territory, helping him complete the conquest?
Or would she become his greatest obstacle out of loyalty to her friends?
Seiji fell into thought.
While he pondered, Ryo Yamada grew nervous.
Hesitation?
As expected, am I not attractive enough?
No, she couldn't fail!
Ryo Yamada suddenly stood up and walked in front of Seiji.
Under his surprised gaze, she suddenly extended both arms and hugged him, burying her face in his chest.
"I'm... the type that looks slim but isn't..."
She said in that steady, cold voice.
But compared to Ryo Yamada's cold tone, Seiji felt a warm softness pressing tightly against his chest.
A softness and fullness completely at odds with the girl's slender frame!
He wasn't polite about it either, wrapping one arm around her barely-there slender waist while his other hand personally measured this "value."
Mm, the weight is indeed astonishing.
Seiji's eyes lit up.
A perfect example of slender branches bearing heavy fruit!
"Deal..."
Seiji's contemplation ended. He decisively agreed.
Meat delivered to your door—why overthink it?
Of course you eat it first, then deal with everything else!
In this moment, Seiji let his lower head make the decision, fully respecting the opinion from down below.
He released her, naturally taking Ryo Yamada's hand.
"Let's go. Take me to see your home."
"Eh?" Ryo Yamada snapped back to reality, feeling the warm, powerful touch from Seiji's palm, her cheeks heating up slightly.
No matter how hard she tried to treat this as a transaction, she couldn't help her heart pounding and feeling waves of shyness.
Seiji led her toward the black Lexus parked at the roadside.
He'd bought the car casually when landing in Tokyo.
With his current assets, buying luxury cars was like buying toys—no pressure whatsoever.
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...
Behind them, at a certain window in the headhunting company building.
Headhunter Kuroki and several colleagues stood with coffee, having witnessed the entire process.
"See that, Manager Kuroki? You just came back and Fujiwara-san already left with that girl!"
"That girl is from the Yamada family, right? Sigh, being pretty really is an advantage..."
"So jealous! Fujiwara-san is truly a role model for our generation! Rich, talented, and beautiful women throw themselves at him!"
Kuroki took a sip of coffee, watching that slowly departing luxury car, speaking in a veteran's tone filled with emotion:
"That's why we work ourselves to death—isn't it all for the chance to one day live like Fujiwara-san?"
"Stop watching, everyone! Get to work! Work!"
The colleagues let out envious groans.
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...
The black Lexus LS glided smoothly through Tokyo's evening traffic.
Inside the car, the atmosphere was eerily quiet.
Ryo Yamada sat upright in the passenger seat, her expression somewhat tense.
She could feel the man beside her brazenly scanning her body with his gaze.
From her neck, to her torso wrapped in the school uniform shirt, to her legs hidden beneath the pleated skirt.
That gaze was full of aggression, making her uncomfortable all over, yet she didn't dare show the slightest resistance.
Because right now, she was "merchandise." And the customer had the right to inspect his goods.
Seiji was indeed examining her.
He had to admit, Ryo Yamada in person had far more charm than in the anime.
That mix of girlish purity, androgynous handsomeness, and the pitiful vulnerability born from her fallen circumstances—it was an extremely unique composite allure that stirred a man's primal desire to conquer.
Especially now, knowing what awaited her yet forcing herself to stay calm.
That panic and shyness hidden beneath her cold mask gave Seiji immense pleasure.
"Your home is in Setagaya Ward?" Seiji asked while driving, breaking the silence.
"...Mm." Ryo Yamada answered quietly, giving a detailed address.
"Nice area." Seiji smiled.
Then the car fell silent again.
Ryo Yamada felt she had to do something to satisfy her new boss.
She recalled some "reference materials" she'd seen before. The heroines in those seemed to... take initiative?
She took a deep breath and reached out her hand.
Under Seiji's slightly surprised gaze, Ryo Yamada grabbed his hand resting on the gear shift.
Seiji raised an eyebrow but said nothing, letting her move.
Ryo Yamada pulled his hand onto her leg, gently placing it on her thigh covered by the soft pleated skirt fabric.
"I read in a book that... boys like this, right?"
She turned to look at Seiji, her expression unchanged, asking calmly.
Seiji froze on the spot.
Immediately, an indescribable surge of emotion (delight) welled up in his heart.
Good heavens!
What kind of treasure girl is this?!
So sensible!
Simply too sensible!
Compared to her, Utaha—who still required constant verbal fencing and probing—and Eriri—who needed forceful methods to make her submit—were like two "problem children" who needed constant attention!
But Ryo Yamada was like an honors student who'd already previewed all the material, knowing how to answer proactively!
Seiji was not polite at all, his fingers tracing upward along that warm, elastic skin, sliding beneath the hem of her skirt.
"Wait—" Ryo's voice wavered slightly, but she didn't pull away.
"You said boys like this, didn't you?" Seiji's fingers continued their journey, finding the edge of her panties. "I'm just confirming."
His fingers slipped beneath the fabric, and Ryo's breath hitched sharply.
"Fujiwara-san—"
"Call me Seiji." His fingers found her slit, already embarrassingly wet. "We're past formalities now, aren't we?"
"S-Seiji..." She gasped as one finger pushed inside her, her walls clenching reflexively around the intrusion.
"Good girl." He pumped slowly, his thumb brushing against her clit. "Keep still. We still have a ways to drive."
Ryo bit her lip hard, trying to suppress the shameful sounds threatening to escape. Her hands gripped her own thighs, knuckles white.
The car glided smoothly through traffic while Seiji's fingers worked her with methodical precision. He added a second finger, stretching her, and she couldn't stop the soft whimper that escaped.
"Sensitive, aren't you?" He observed clinically, even as his fingers curled inside her, finding that spot that made her jolt. "Have you touched yourself before, Ryo?"
"I—ah—" She couldn't form words, her hips rocking involuntarily against his hand.
"I'll take that as a yes." He increased his pace, the wet sounds obscenely loud in the quiet car. "But I bet your own fingers never felt like this, did they?"
Ryo shook her head frantically, feeling the pressure building low in her belly. This was nothing like her fumbling attempts alone in her room—this was overwhelming, consuming.
"You're close already." Seiji's thumb pressed harder on her clit, rubbing circles. "Go ahead."
"I can't—not here—" But her body had other ideas, her pussy clenching desperately around his fingers.
The orgasm hit her like lightning. Ryo's back arched, her mouth falling open in a silent scream as waves of pleasure crashed through her. Her walls spasmed around his fingers, soaking them.
Seiji didn't stop, finger-fucking her through the aftershocks until she was trembling and oversensitive.
When he finally withdrew his hand, Ryo was panting, dazed. She watched in shock as he brought his glistening fingers to his mouth, tasting her.
"Sweet." He smiled, eyes dark with promise. "I'm going to enjoy this arrangement very much."
The rest of the drive was torture. Every few minutes, his hand would return, playing with her, bringing her to the edge but not letting her come again. By the time the Lexus slowly pulled into the somewhat dilapidated mansion garage of the Yamada home, Ryo was a desperate, aching mess.
The car stopped.
Ryo Yamada pushed open the door and shakily stepped out.
The moment her feet touched the ground, a sudden wave of weakness shot from her legs straight to the top of her head, making her body sway and nearly fall.
She quickly grabbed the car door to barely steady herself.
Her cheeks were flushed red like ripe apples, her blue eyes filled with shock and disbelief.
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