Because the chauffeur was still in the car, Seiji didn't make any overt moves.
He simply reached out again and intertwined his fingers with PA-san's, gripping so tightly that she couldn't pull free.
The car soon arrived at a five-star hotel downtown, where Seiji kept a permanent presidential suite.
When the driver stopped, he politely excused himself.
"After you, PA-san," Seiji said with a smile, holding the door for her.
Seeing the glittering hotel entrance, the last trace of hesitation in PA's heart vanished.
She sighed, took his hand, and stepped out.
Meanwhile, back at Starry Live House, Ijichi Seika frowned at the clock.
The show was about to start, but their sound engineer still hadn't shown up.
"Did she oversleep again?" she muttered, dialing PA's number.
It rang for a long time before the call connected.
At that very moment, PA was in no position to think about sleeping in... she had just been swept off her feet, quite literally, the moment she entered Fujiwara's suite.
Before she could react, he had lifted her up and laid her on the bed, closing in on her with teasing confidence.
Flustered and defensive, PA tried to push him away just as Seika's call came through.
"Wait... it's Seika!" she said quickly, grabbing her phone.
Seiji leaned back with an amused look while she answered.
"Hello? Seika?"
"PA-san! Where are you?! The show's about to start!" came Seika's frustrated voice.
"A-ah, sorry! Something urgent came up... really urgent! I might have to take the night off!"
"What? Take the night off?" Seika's tone rose sharply. "You sound… weird. Are you sick?"
"N-no, no! Just a little cold, that's all. Don't worry about me. You handle things tonight... I'll be back tomorrow!"
Before Seika could ask more, PA hung up.
Backstage, Seika frowned at the disconnected call. PA had sounded nervous... flustered, even... but with the live about to begin, there was no time to chase that hunch. She set the phone aside and got back to work.
In the hotel room, PA exhaled in relief. Thankfully, Seiji hadn't pushed her while she was on the call.
Seiji chuckled. "What? You thought I'd make things awkward for you? I'm not the kind of man who hurts women who serve me."
"Yeah, right," PA muttered under her breath.
Unbothered by her sarcasm, Seiji resumed his slow exploration of her body. His fingers traced along her curves, savoring the fabric of her dress.
"What brand is this?" he asked casually, undoing the buttons at her back one by one.
"...Shibuya 109. On sale," she muttered.
"You have good taste." He continued, revealing more of her skin. "Measurements?"
"...What's it to you?"
"If you won't tell me, I'll just have to measure myself."
"...92, 60, 90." PA bit out the numbers, her face flushed.
"Very nice. And your weak spots?"
"I don't have any."
"Is that so?" Seiji smiled and let his fingers trail lightly across her lower back.
PA's body jolted like she'd been shocked, a strangled gasp escaping her lips.
"Found it."
Her face burned crimson. She hadn't expected her body to betray her so easily.
To salvage some dignity, she forced the conversation back. "I should warn you—don't get your hopes up."
"Oh? Why's that?"
"I'm frigid." PA kept her expression flat. "I've never felt anything from that kind of thing. Not interested, not responsive. Never have been."
It was the truth. Her whole life, she'd felt nothing.
"Heh." Seiji chuckled, unconvinced. "That's just because you haven't experienced proper technique."
"Technique?" PA scoffed openly. "I've read plenty of doujinshi and health guides. Nothing ever did anything for me."
She didn't believe this man could change that.
But Seiji proved her wrong.
"Here we go."
He didn't rush. That was the thing about Seiji. He never rushed.
He'd learned long ago that women like PA, the ones who built walls out of sarcasm and claimed they felt nothing, were the most fun to take apart. Piece by piece. Brick by brick. Until they were begging for more.
His fingers found the zipper at the back of her dress. Slow. Deliberate. The fabric parted with a soft hiss.
PA's shoulders tensed. "Taking your time?"
"Always." He slid the dress down past her shoulders. "Besides, you said it was on sale. Would be a shame to ruin it."
She snorted. Even now, she couldn't help being sarcastic. It was cute, in a way. Like a cat hissing while being cornered.
The dress pooled at her waist. Seiji took a moment to appreciate what he was working with.
Her body was nothing like Eliza's athletic build or Ryo's slender youth. PA was soft. Plush. The kind of body that belonged in Renaissance paintings. Heavy breasts with dusky nipples, already starting to pebble in the air-conditioned room. Wide hips. A slight softness to her belly that she probably hated but Seiji found appealing. This was a woman's body, not a girl's.
"92-60-90, huh?" He ran his hand along her waist. "Accurate."
"You measured?" She sounded annoyed.
"I have good spatial awareness."
His fingers traced up her side, feather-light. PA's breath hitched, but she kept her expression flat.
His thumb brushed against the underside of her breast. Nothing.
He moved on, tracing along her collarbone, down her sternum. Still nothing. She looked almost bored.
Then his fingers drifted lower, skating across her belly, and her stomach muscles clenched.
"Ticklish?" he asked.
"No," she said too quickly.
"Lie back," he said.
"I'd rather not."
"PA-san." His voice dropped, just a little. Not threatening. Just... firm. "Lie back."
She held his gaze for a moment. Something flickered in her eyes. Annoyance? Or something else?
She lay back.
He positioned himself over her, one hand braced beside her head. This close, he could smell her. Some kind of vanilla perfume, cheap but not unpleasant. Underneath that, the faint musk of nervousness.
"Last chance to back out," he said. "Once we start, I don't stop until I'm satisfied."
"Bold of you to assume you'll satisfy anyone."
Seiji laughed. Actually laughed. God, she was fun.
"I like you," he said. "You've got spirit."
"Great. Can we get this over with?"
"Impatient." He clicked his tongue. "Bad habit."
His hand slid down between her thighs. PA's legs were pressed together, a last line of defense. He didn't force them apart. Instead, he just rested his hand there, warm against her skin, and waited.
One second. Two. Three.
Her thighs parted. Just a fraction. Just enough.
Seiji smiled and slipped his fingers between.
She was wet.
Not soaking, not yet, but definitely wet. Her body had already started responding, even if her mind was still putting up a fight.
"Well, well." He ran his fingers along her slit, not penetrating, just exploring. "For someone who claims to be frigid..."
"Shut up." Her face was red. "It doesn't mean anything. It's just... physical."
"Mmm." He found her clit, a small nub hidden in her folds, and pressed down gently. PA's hips jerked. "Just physical, huh?"
"I... nngh..."
He rubbed in slow circles. Light pressure. Teasing.
PA's hands fisted in the sheets. Her breathing was getting heavier, but she was clearly fighting it. Gritting her teeth. Refusing to make noise.
Seiji liked stubborn. Stubborn meant the payoff would be better.
He kept up the slow torture, building the pressure gradually, watching her face. Her jaw was clenched so tight he thought she might crack a tooth. Sweat was beading on her forehead. Her hips kept twitching, small involuntary movements she probably didn't even notice.
"You can let go, you know," he said conversationally. "No one's watching."
"I'm not... holding back..." Her voice was strained. "I told you, I don't... feel..."
He slid a finger inside her.
PA's back arched off the bed. A sound escaped her throat, somewhere between a gasp and a moan. Her walls clenched around his finger, tight and hot.
"You were saying?"
"That... that doesn't..."
He curled his finger, searching. Found a rough patch along her front wall. Pressed.
"OH FUCK—"
PA slapped a hand over her mouth, eyes wide with shock. Seiji grinned and pressed again. Her whole body shuddered.
"Found it," he said.
"What... what the hell is..."
"Your G-spot." He added a second finger, stretching her open. "Didn't your doujinshi teach you about that?"
She couldn't answer. Her head was thrown back, mouth open, panting. Every time he pressed that spot, her legs trembled. Her walls kept squeezing his fingers like they were trying to pull him deeper.
So much for being frigid.
He worked her methodically. Fingers pumping in and out, thumb circling her clit. Building the pressure. Watching her unravel.
PA had given up trying to stay quiet. Small whimpers escaped her with every thrust of his fingers. Her hips were rocking against his hand, chasing sensation.
"That's it." He lowered his voice, speaking directly into her ear. "Stop fighting it."
"I'm not... I can't... something's..."
"I know." He sped up, fingers curling with every stroke. "Just let it happen."
Her breathing turned ragged. Her walls started fluttering around his fingers, clenching in rhythmic spasms. She was close. So close.
"Come for me, PA-san."
She shattered.
Her scream was muffled by her own hand as her body convulsed, clenching down so hard on his fingers it almost hurt. Seiji kept moving, kept stroking, drawing out the orgasm until she was writhing and sobbing and pushing weakly at his wrist.
When he finally pulled his hand away, his fingers were drenched.
PA lay there, chest heaving, staring at the ceiling like she'd just witnessed a miracle.
"That was..." She swallowed. "I've never... that's never happened before."
Seiji brought his fingers to his lips and licked them clean. PA watched, transfixed.
"We're just getting started," he said.
Something shifted in her expression. The sarcasm was gone. The defensive walls were crumbling. In their place was something raw and hungry.
"More." Her voice came out hoarse. "I want more."
Seiji smiled. This was the moment he'd been waiting for. The moment when they stopped resisting and started wanting.
"More?" He tilted her chin up. "You'll have to earn it."
"How?"
"Show me you want it. With your body, not your words."
PA's pride flickered across her face. The old her would have told him to fuck off. But the old her had never felt what she just felt.
"...Cheapskate," she muttered.
But she was already reaching for him.
Seiji let her fumble with his belt, her hands clumsy with lingering aftershocks. When she finally freed his cock, her eyes widened.
"That's..."
"Scared?"
"No." But her voice wavered. "Just... it's bigger than I expected."
He positioned himself between her thighs, the head of his cock nudging against her entrance. She was so wet that the tip slipped against her folds, sliding through the slickness.
PA tensed.
"Relax," he said. "I'll go slow."
He pushed forward. Just the head at first.
PA sucked in a breath. Her walls parted around him, tight despite how wet she was. He could feel her stretching to accommodate him, her body trying to adjust to the intrusion.
"You okay?"
She nodded jerkily. "Just... give me a second."
He held still, letting her get used to the feeling. Her face was scrunched up, not in pain exactly, but in concentration. Like she was cataloguing every sensation.
"More," she said finally.
He sank in deeper. Inch by inch. Feeling her walls grip and release, grip and release. She was impossibly tight. Every centimeter was a slow conquest.
When he bottomed out, PA let out a shaky moan.
"Full," she breathed.
He gave her a moment. Then he started to move. Slow at first. Long strokes.
"Good?"
"Yeah... oh god, right there..."
He'd found that spot again. PA's eyes rolled back.
He picked up the pace. Wet sounds filled the room. Her moans came in rhythm with his thrusts.
"Still think you're frigid?"
"I'm starting to think..." She gasped. "...I was just really bad at masturbating."
He laughed mid-thrust. She would've glared at him if she could focus.
He grabbed her hips, pulling her onto his cock. The new angle made her cry out.
Her walls were clenching around him, breath coming faster.
"I'm going to..."
Her second orgasm hit before she could finish. She screamed, walls clamping down so hard Seiji had to grit his teeth.
He fucked her through it.
When she came down, panting, he slowed.
"Want more?" He gripped her chin. "You'll have to work for it this time."
"What... what do you mean?"
He pulled out, ignoring her whimper of protest, and lay back against the pillows.
"Get on top. Show me what you can do."
PA stared at him, then at his cock, still hard and glistening with her juices. Something stubborn crossed her face.
"Fine."
She climbed on top, straddling his hips. Her thighs trembled as she positioned herself.
Slowly, she lowered herself down. Her eyes fluttered closed.
"This angle is deeper..."
She started rocking her hips. Awkward at first. Unpracticed. But she found a rhythm eventually, her breasts swaying with the motion.
He reached up and cupped them. PA gasped, her rhythm faltering.
"I can't concentrate when you... nngh..."
Her hips were moving on their own now, chasing sensation.
"Right there," she breathed. "Don't move, just let me..."
He stayed still and let her use him. Her movements became frantic.
Seiji sat up suddenly, pulling her against his chest. His mouth found her neck.
PA moaned. "I'm going to..."
"Then come."
She did, shaking apart in his arms.
When the tremors subsided, she slumped against him.
He tried to kiss her.
PA turned her face away sharply. Panic flashed in her eyes.
"No kissing?"
"Just... don't."
He didn't push. Grabbed her hips instead and started thrusting up into her.
The hour that followed broke her completely.
PA lay sprawled on the ruined sheets, her chest heaving, sweat cooling on her skin. Her thighs were trembling. Between her legs, she could feel his cum leaking out, warm and thick.
Her mind was completely blank. Her body ached in ways she'd never experienced.
She'd come more times than she could count.
She felt like her life had reached its peak tonight.
Even setting aside Seika's problems... she couldn't leave this man now.
Maybe becoming his regular fuck buddy or long-term lover wouldn't be so bad.
Seiji lit a cigarette, equally satisfied. PA's mature, voluptuous body and that lazy sensuality mixed with wild passion had given him something different from his other women.
Then PA remembered the real reason she had come.
Wrapping herself in a blanket, she sat up seriously. "About Starry Live House's relocation issue…"
Seiji listened patiently this time.
"I understand the situation," he said at last. "I can help."
PA's eyes lit up... until he added, "But I have one rule. I only help those who ask me personally."
He met her gaze. "If Ijichi Seika comes to me herself... and pays the proper price... then sure, I'll handle a few tens of millions of yen. Hell, I could rebuild her an even better live house if I wanted."
PA froze. She knew Seika far too well... her pride, her stubbornness. There was no way that woman would ever humble herself to a man like Seiji.
Before PA could figure out how to respond, her phone rang again. It was Seika.
"Ugh, again?" PA groaned, glaring at Fujiwara, who raised his hands innocently.
She answered. "Hey, Seika. What's wrong now?"
"PA-san, are you sure you're okay? Your voice sounds kind of hoarse."
PA's heart skipped. After that exhausting hour, of course her throat was sore.
She coughed lightly. "No, no, I'm fine... just choked on some water."
"You sure? You didn't hurt that split tongue of yours again, did you? I've told you to get that fixed... what if it causes problems later?"
"…Split tongue?"
The words hit both PA and Seiji like thunder.
PA froze, mortified, not daring to look at him. Seiji, on the other hand, went from shock to fascinated excitement.
That explained her earlier hesitation... he'd never met anyone with that rare physical trait before.
"I'm fine, really! Just tired! I'm going to sleep now... bye!" PA blurted, hanging up in a panic.
When she turned back, she tried to laugh it off. "Ha... it's just a little condition, doesn't affect anything..."
Before she could finish, Seiji had already pushed her back down onto the bed.
"W-Wait!" PA yelped.
But the hungry gleam in his eyes told her there would be no waiting.