"Let me go! You bastard! What are you doing?!" PA struggled angrily, but her strength meant nothing against him.
"Don't move." His voice left no room for argument. "Let me see."
He gripped her jaw and forced her mouth open.
"Mmph..." PA had no choice but to comply, revealing her pink tongue.
And there it was.
Like the forked tongue of a mythical serpent, split down the middle into two soft, pink tips.
The sight sent a jolt of excitement through Seiji's eyes.
He leaned down and kissed her without hesitation.
Under the deep kiss, PA's body quickly went limp. All her struggles melted into weak whimpers.
When she felt his increasingly dangerous presence and overwhelming strength, panic flooded through her.
"N-No more... Fujiwara-sensei... it was my first time... I don't have any strength left..."
"Is that so?" Seiji smiled and whispered in her ear. "Then let's try something different."
"Your mouth."
PA's mind went blank. In that moment, she cursed her loose-lipped friend Seika a thousand times over.
Seika, you idiot...!
What followed was hours of service that left her jaw aching and her mind numb.
The next morning, PA dragged her exhausted body out of the hotel, feeling like sugarcane that had been squeezed of every last drop.
Her mouth was sore.
The hours of intense "service" from last night left her without the strength to even speak properly.
Meanwhile.
Seiji was resting in the hotel's presidential suite.
Fresh from a shower, wearing a loose bathrobe, he savored the memories of last night's unique pleasures... along with the reward the system had just issued.
[Ding! Detected host successfully conquered 'Saito Philippa (PA-san)' (Stage One). Distributing reward...]
[Congratulations, host! Ability acquired: Advanced Livestreaming Knowledge!]
A massive flood of information about the "livestreaming industry" surged into his mind.
From how to select and configure the most high-end streaming hardware, to how to use various software to achieve the coolest streaming effects.
From how to negotiate the most favorable contracts with major streaming platforms, to how to outwit those shark-like talent agencies.
From how to create buzz and ride trending topics to guide online discourse, to how to maintain fan communities and cultivate core audiences...
All the knowledge about the livestreaming industry, both front-stage and behind-the-scenes, PA-san had mastered to an extreme degree.
After digesting this information, Seiji couldn't help but laugh out loud.
PA-san, behind the scenes, was actually a major gaming streamer on YouTube with hundreds of thousands of followers.
"Never judge a book by its cover, huh..." Seiji murmured to himself.
For him, this knowledge couldn't directly increase his assets.
But it could serve as an invaluable reference for operating and developing the talent division that Genesis would establish in the future.
In this internet age, traffic meant money.
And livestreaming was undoubtedly one of the fastest, most direct ways to acquire traffic.
...
...
While Seiji was contemplating his future business plans, elsewhere, the Puella Magi Madoka Magica project team far away in Kyoto had finally reached its successful conclusion.
"Everyone!"
At the project team's final all-hands meeting.
"After months of tireless day-and-night work, our Puella Magi Madoka Magica... all twelve episodes... have been officially completed!"
The animation director, a middle-aged man named Watanabe Shin, stood before the projector and excitedly announced the good news:
"And it has passed the final internal review!"
"Next, we can officially contact the major TV stations to discuss broadcast arrangements!"
Whoooosh—
The conference room erupted in thunderous applause and cheers.
Everyone's faces were filled with excitement and joy.
At the end of the meeting, Watanabe Shin specifically praised two newcomers by name.
"I want to especially thank our key animator Sawamura Eriri-san, and our script and concept team's Kasumigaoka Utaha-san!"
He looked at Eriri and Utaha sitting in the front row with an appreciative, kindly smile.
"These two have shown astonishing talent and ability far beyond what you'd expect from newcomers! They've injected countless moments of inspiration and vitality into our work! Let's give them another round of warm applause!"
The conference room once again resounded with applause.
Eriri and Kasumigaoka Utaha both bowed politely in thanks.
Of course, they were secretly delighted inside.
Director Watanabe's praise certainly had an element of recognizing their own abilities, but more than that, it was because of Fujiwara Seiji.
Seiji had been like an invisible talisman, clearing away all obstacles for them from the day they joined the project.
Of course, they didn't feel the slightest bit embarrassed about this.
They weren't the kind of naive little girls who would deliberately avoid "connections" because of so-called "pride."
Besides, they'd already been thoroughly devoured by that guy. They were bound to him for life.
Wasn't it perfectly reasonable to enjoy a few benefits?
...
After the project team completed a brief work summary, Watanabe Shin announced:
"I hereby declare that the Puella Magi Madoka Magica project team is, as of this moment, temporarily disbanded! Thank you all for your hard work!"
"Three days from now, the company will arrange for everyone to fly to Tokyo! There, President Fujiwara will personally host a grand celebration party for all of us!"
"Ooooohhhhh—!!!"
"Finally going back to Tokyo!"
"We get to see the real Fujiwara Seiji!"
The conference room once again descended into a sea of jubilation.
—
That night, Eriri and Kasumigaoka Utaha returned to their apartment.
They could finally get a good night's sleep.
Eriri lay in bed, hugging a golden-haired loser-dog plushie, murmuring as she drifted off to dreamland:
"Three days from now... I'll get to see Seiji..."
Meanwhile, Kasumigaoka Utaha was applying a face mask while typing something on her laptop.
A smile curved her lips as well.
"Seiji-kun, it's been almost two months since we've seen each other. Has your heart started to wander?"
...
Both of them were filled with anticipation for going to Tokyo in three days and seeing Fujiwara Seiji again.
...
...
The project team's flight information had already been sent to Seiji by Watanabe Shin in advance.
The day before the plane was set to land in Tokyo, Seiji reached out to both Utaha and Eriri.
"I'll pick you two up at the airport tomorrow."
He sent the message in their private group chat.
[Hmph, at least you have some conscience.]— Eriri.
[Hehe, is Seiji-kun worried that two weak women like us might get lost in unfamiliar Tokyo? How considerate~]— Utaha.
Looking at those familiar replies on his phone screen, Seiji's lips curved into a nostalgic smile.
He was already eager to see those two troublesome little minxes again.
...
...
Three days later. Tokyo Narita International Airport.
The project team's main group disembarked from the plane and waited in the hall for their luggage.
Eriri and Kasumigaoka Utaha had already stepped ahead, waiting at the international arrivals exit.
While waiting, they quietly discussed his recent life.
"Hey, Utaha," Eriri crossed her arms, her expression suspicious and wary. "Do you think that guy... these few months we weren't around in Tokyo... might have..."
"Might have what?" Kasumigaoka Utaha glanced at her and sighed with a shake of her head. "Might have behaved himself, eating vegetarian and praying to Buddha every day, waiting for us to come back and grace him with our presence?"
"...That's obviously not what I meant!" Eriri's face instantly flushed red.
"Hehe," Utaha chuckled softly, then said with absolute certainty, "I can guarantee he definitely wasn't behaving himself!"
"Living it up, surrounded by beauties, partying every night... that's exactly what suits his personality."
Eriri fell silent at those words.
Because she knew Utaha was probably right.
Two months... there were probably going to be a few more "sisters" to deal with.
The thought of the two of them working themselves to exhaustion every day in Kyoto while he was living the high life in Tokyo...
A strong sense of unfairness welled up in both girls' hearts.
"I've decided!" Eriri suddenly clenched her fist, her expression serious. "When we see him later, I'm absolutely not giving him a good attitude!"
"Oh?" Utaha raised an eyebrow.
"Wh-what's that supposed to mean?!"
"What I mean is," Utaha's face showed an expression of righteous solidarity identical to Eriri's, "this time, I agree with you!"
The two exchanged a glance and reached a consensus.
Absolutely no good attitude for that philandering playboy!
They had their pride too!
When he'd get a good attitude would depend entirely on Seiji's performance!
...
...
Meanwhile. Yamada residence.
Seiji changed into a casual suit and prepared to head out.
Before leaving, he came to Yamada Ryo's room and knocked on the door.
"Ryo, let's go."
"...Mm."
Ryo's voice came from inside the room.
A moment later, the door opened.
Yamada Ryo walked out wearing a neutral-style long outfit, her expression impassive.
Regarding today's meeting with Seiji's "other women," Seiji had already told her about it beforehand.
Ryo had long since mentally prepared herself.