Every time he asked her to do something, she would be unwilling and full of resistance.
"No!"
"I absolutely won't do that kind of thing!"
"Pervert! Disgusting otaku!"
But as soon as he got a little firm with his attitude...
"Mmph..."
Eriri would immediately soften up, obediently complying with grievance written all over her face.
And moreover...
When he demanded she reenact the plots from her own doujinshi, Eriri would become extraordinarily excited.
Her eyes would flash with a mixture of shame and excitement.
Her body's reactions would also become much more sensitive.
But afterward, she would put on the airs of an elegant young lady, stubbornly refusing to admit anything.
"I... I didn't..."
"That was just... just the body's instinctive reaction..."
"Corruption is just doujinshi plot material, there's no way it could happen in reality!"
That stubborn denial was just too adorable.
Just then...
The Ryo Yamada in his arms furrowed her brows.
She slowly opened her eyes.
"Mm..." She yawned, her voice somewhat hoarse. "Seiji... morning..."
Then she instinctively tried to turn over.
But the moment she moved...
"Hiss... !"
Ryo's entire body jerked, instantly going limp.
"Ryo?" Seiji quickly steadied her.
Ryo's body trembled continuously, her skin instantly flushing.
Her eyes grew hazy, lips parting slightly as fragmented gasps escaped.
Seiji finally understood what was happening.
He carefully lifted Ryo Yamada and laid her flat on the bed beside them.
As their bodies separated...
A large amount of liquid gushed out.
White, viscous, mixed with other fluids...
A rich scent permeated the air.
Seiji watched this scene and sighed helplessly.
"Ryo, don't do this anymore. You can't handle it."
Ryo lay on the bed, her chest heaving violently.
Her eyes were still somewhat hazy, but a satisfied smile curved at the corners of her mouth.
"So that's what it feels like..." she murmured, "to leave it inside all night without pulling out."
She tried moving her legs.
Then...
"Mm..."
She quickly clamped her legs together.
"Right now it seems... if I just lift my legs a little... I'll..." Ryo's face grew even redder. "I'll right on the spot..."
Seiji felt even more helpless.
He bent down and lifted the still-trembling Ryo Yamada into his arms. "I'll take you to the guest room to rest."
Ryo Yamada obediently nestled in his embrace, her arms encircling his neck.
Seiji carried her out of the master bedroom to the adjacent guest room, gently laying her on the clean bed and covering her with a blanket.
"Rest well," he said.
Ryo nodded and closed her eyes.
Seiji sat by the bedside for a while, and after confirming her breathing had steadied, he stood up and left.
...
...
An hour later.
Ryo had finally recovered.
She sat up and picked up her phone from the nightstand.
She checked the time... 8:00 AM.
Then she skillfully opened her academy's app and applied for leave.
Reason: Not feeling well.
Approved.
Setting down her phone, Ryo saw Seiji walk in.
"How do you feel?" he asked.
"Much better." Ryo looked completely composed. "My legs are just still a bit weak."
"That's what I'm saying..." Seiji sighed helplessly. "Don't go that far in the future."
"Mm..." Though Ryo nodded, a trace of lingering interest flashed through her eyes.
Seiji noticed and shook his head with a smile. "You really..."
"Are you going out today, Seiji?" Ryo asked.
"Yeah, I need to handle some remaining matters with Yamada Hospital." Seiji said, "Will you be okay at home by yourself?"
"No problem." Ryo smiled. "Go ahead with your work, I'll just lie down for the day."
"Then I'm off." Seiji placed a kiss on her forehead. "Call me if you need anything."
"Okay."
Watching Seiji leave, Ryo Yamada picked up her phone and skillfully opened a social media app.
...
...
Meanwhile, at Shimokitazawa Academy.
Break time.
Ijichi Nijika sat at her desk, absent-mindedly looking out the window.
Ryo didn't come today...
She was a bit worried.
Although Ryo seemed perfectly normal yesterday...
But...
Nijika bit her lip, picked up her phone, and quietly walked to the stairwell.
There were fewer people here, suitable for making a call.
She took a deep breath and dialed Ryo's number.
"Ring... ring..."
"Hello?"
Ryo's voice came through, sounding somewhat languid.
"Ryo!" Nijika lowered her voice. "Why didn't you come to school? Are you not feeling well?"
"Mm..." Ryo's voice was very calm. "A bit unwell."
"Is it serious? Do you need to go to the hospital?" Nijika asked worriedly. "Is it... is it Fujiwara-sensei..."
She hesitated, then asked carefully: "Did he hurt you?"
On the other end of the line, silence for a few seconds.
Then...
Ryo said flatly: "Not hurt... a different kind."
"Eh?" Nijika froze. "What different kind?"
Ryo didn't answer directly.
Her voice suddenly changed.
"Ah... mm... Seiji... don't... too deep..."
It was a gasp filled with desire.
Nijika froze completely.
Immediately after...
"Slap, slap, slap... "
Crisp impact sounds came through.
Ryo continued letting out sweet moans: "Ah... so fast... slower... mmah..."
Nijika's face instantly turned beet red.
Her brain went completely blank.
A few seconds later, she finally realized...
This... this is...
"I-idiot!" Nijika shrieked. "You don't need to give a live demonstration!"
She was so embarrassed she was practically steaming, hastily shoving her phone into her bag.
"Huff... huff..."
Nijika leaned against the wall, breathing heavily.
Her face was red enough to catch fire.
Those sounds from just now still echoed in her ears... those... those...
"Aaaaaahhh... "
Nijika clutched her head and crouched down.
Too embarrassing...
Too embarrassing...
Fortunately, she made the call in the stairwell where there was no one around...
Otherwise...
Otherwise she'd definitely be reported as a pervert!
Nijika crouched on the ground, taking several minutes to barely calm down.
She stood up, supporting herself against the wall, taking deep breaths.
"Calm down... calm down..."
But in her mind...
Those sounds from earlier kept surfacing...
And also...
The image of Ryo Yamada and Seiji together...
"Ahhh stop thinking about it!" Nijika shook her head vigorously.
Just then...
"Ring ring ring... "
The class bell rang.
Nijika took a deep breath, trying to compose herself.
Then she quickly walked back to the classroom.
But throughout the entire class, she couldn't concentrate.
Her head was full of what she'd just heard...
"No good..." Nijika lay on her desk, muttering quietly. "I won't be able to look Ryo and Fujiwara-sensei in the eye anymore..."
The surrounding classmates watched her strange behavior and whispered among themselves.
"What's wrong with Ijichi-san?"
"Her face is so red..."
"Does she have a fever?"
Nijika buried her head, wishing she could find a hole to crawl into.
...
...
At the same time, at the Yamada residence.
Ryo Yamada calmly hung up the phone.
A pleased smile curved at the corners of her mouth.
Those sounds just now were, of course, her imitations.
Clapping to simulate impact sounds...
Mimicking her own moans from last night...
The effect seemed pretty good.
Nijika was definitely shocked.
A flash of successful mischief gleamed in Ryo's eyes.
She really enjoyed teasing her good friend Nijika.
Watching Nijika panic was always so entertaining.
However... Ryo's expression grew serious.
She was thinking about something else...
How to create opportunities for Seiji to pursue Nijika?
That girl Nijika had a cheerful, innocent, kind personality.
And moreover...
Her impression of Seiji actually wasn't as bad as it seemed on the surface.
It was just because of the "scumbag" label that she had resistant feelings.
If she could let Nijika see another side of Seiji...
Ryo Yamada pondered.
But soon, she shook her head.
This matter couldn't be rushed.
Taking it slow would be fine.
Just then...
"Ring ring ring... "
The alarm clock went off.
Ryo Yamada checked the time... 9:00 AM.
Breakfast time.
She slowly got out of bed. Her legs were still a bit weak, but she could walk now.
Putting on a robe, she walked toward the kitchen.
Last night Seiji had prepared breakfast for her and left it in the refrigerator; she just needed to heat it up in the microwave.
While heating breakfast, Ryo sat down at the kitchen counter.
Suddenly, she noticed a laptop on the counter.
It was new.
There was even a sticky note attached...
"For Ryo. Inside is the company internal system account, password is your birthday. ... Seiji"
Ryo Yamada froze for a moment.
She picked up the laptop and opened it.
Powered it on.
Entered the password.
Login successful.
On the desktop was an icon... "Genesis Music Internal System."
Ryo Yamada clicked it open.
The system interface was very simple.
The left side had a function menu, the right side a content area.
Her account permissions were very high...
She could view the company's entire registered copyright music library.
She could view all signed artists' information.
She could view financial reports.
Even...
She could directly authorize use of songs from the music library.
Ryo was somewhat surprised.
Seiji gave her such high-level permissions?
She clicked the "Music Library" option in the left menu.
Then...
She froze completely.
On the screen, song titles were densely listed.
She scrolled down.
One song.
Two songs.
Ten songs.
Twenty songs.
Fifty songs.
...
One hundred songs.
...
One hundred and forty songs.
Ryo's hand stopped on the mouse.
She looked at the screen in disbelief.
One hundred forty-three songs...
Were all these songs created by Seiji?
And moreover...
She clicked on the details page of one song.
It had complete lyrics, composition, arrangement notes, suitable artist types, recommended release timing...
...
Ryo Yamada recalled the "unravel" that Seiji had created for her before.
That song...
Its quality was absolutely explosive.
If all one hundred forty-three songs were at that level...
Ryo's heartbeat accelerated.
She impatiently clicked on the demo of the first song.
"Lemon."
Piano sounds began.
Sad, pure, striking straight to the heart.
Then came the vocals...
"Yume naraba dore hodo yokatta deshou"
(How good it would be if this were a dream)
"Mada ni anata no koto wo yume ni miru"
(I still dream of you)
Ryo's breathing stopped.
This song...
Was too beautiful.
That sadness, that loss, that inability to let go...
All were perfectly integrated into the melody and lyrics.
Three minutes later, the song ended.
Ryo Yamada discovered her eyes were somewhat moist.
She took a deep breath and clicked on the next one.
"Uchiage Hanabi."
Light electronic sounds.
A melody that was summery, youthful, tinged with faint melancholy.
"Patto hikatte saita"
(Suddenly blooming with light)
"Hanabi wo mite ita"
(Watching those fireworks)
"Kitto mada owaranai natsu ga"
(That summer that surely hasn't ended yet)
A smile curved at the corners of Ryo's mouth.
This song...
Was way too good.
She continued clicking on the next one.
"Zenzenzense."
Passionate, powerful rock rhythm.
"Pretender."
Complex emotions, delicate arrangement.
"Yoru ni Kakeru."
Electronic rock full of rushing intensity.
"Kaibutsu."
An anime theme song with amazing explosive power.
Every single one...
Was a masterpiece.
Every single one...
Left Ryo Yamada shaken.
Before she knew it, breakfast had gone cold.
But Ryo didn't notice at all.
She was immersed in these songs.
One after another.
Couldn't stop.
Ryo looked at the long playlist on the screen, her eyes glittering with shock and admiration.
Setting down her phone, Ryo Yamada leaned back in her chair, falling into deep thought.
Seiji had said before that she could have the say in this label.
She could not only sign herself and Nijika but also sign any artists she took a liking to with potential.
Then...
The image of Nijika surfaced in Ryo's mind.
Nijika, I'll help you realize your dream.
And by the way...
Give you and Seiji more opportunities to interact.
Ryo Yamada recalled what Seiji had said before... he liked Nijika's type.
Cheerful, sunny, full of energy...
Being with Nijika always felt happy.
Ryo didn't mind Seiji having other women.
Or rather...
She knew from the beginning that Seiji couldn't possibly belong to her alone.
This man was too outstanding.
So outstanding that wanting to monopolize him was simply unrealistic.
Ryo Yamada checked the time... 2:00 PM.
She stood up and walked to the window.
Sunlight fell on her face, warm and cozy.
Rest for one day, then go find Nijika tomorrow.
...
...
Two days later, 5:30 PM, in front of STARRY LIVE House.
Ryo, carrying her bass case, pushed open the familiar wooden door.
"Seika-san, PA-san, good evening."
Her voice was as calm as always.
Behind the bar, Seika looked up. "Ah, Yamada, welco... huh?"
She froze. "Why are you here so early today?"
"There's something I want to discuss with everyone," Ryo said flatly.
"Oh..." Seika nodded. "Nijika's in the practice room."
"Thank you."
Ryo walked toward the practice room.
Seika and PA-san exchanged glances.
"I feel..." PA-san lowered her voice. "Yamada seems a bit different today?"
"Yeah." Seika frowned. "Her aura... got stronger?"
...
Practice room.
"Boom, boom, boom, boom... "
Nijika was practicing drum beats, focused on hitting the rhythm.
The door suddenly burst open.
"Nijika."
"Waah!" Nijika jumped in fright, her drumstick nearly flying out. "R-Ryo?!"
Seeing Ryo Yamada, her face instantly turned red.
Her mind involuntarily recalled that phone call from two days ago...
"Ah... mm... Seiji... don't..."
"Slap, slap, slap... "
Nijika quickly shook her head, throwing those images out of her mind.
"Ryo... why did you... come..." she stammered, her eyes not daring to look directly at Ryo Yamada.
Ryo walked in and sat down across from her.
"There's something I want to discuss with you." She spoke very calmly, as if she'd completely forgotten about the prank from two days ago.
"What... what is it..." Nijika's face was still red.
Ryo looked at her, tilting her head slightly. "Nijika, why is your face so red?"
"N-no it's not!" Nijika quickly waved her hands. "I was just practicing drums too intensely!"
"Is that so?" A barely perceptible smile curved at the corners of Ryo's mouth.
Nijika felt even more awkward.
"So, what did you want to discuss with me?" She quickly changed the subject.
Ryo's expression became serious.