Sakaki Yui, seventeen years old. Her only wish was to greet each tomorrow quietly, without ever being hurt by anyone. However, her daily life—corroded by domestic violence and isolation at school—is completely trampled by the trap of a human trafficking organization, and her body is sold into an illegal underground pleasure district. Amidst violence, drugs, and endless exploitation, Yui's heart disconnects from emotion to protect itself, transforming the very act of "living" into mere instinctua
The Corpse Flower Blooms at Night - "Corpse Flower Blooms at Night" Episode 12: "The Organization's Keeper, or the Demon Lord's Farm Management"
Episode 1: The Kingpin's Bow
Ginsei Kizou, chairman of the Kanto's largest designated crime syndicate "Ginsei-kai," was a man who, despite being over seventy years old, still ruled the underworld with an unwavering gaze and ruthless judgment. But now, beneath his expensive suit, his back was drenched in cold sweat.
The location was the basement of a shabby building in Shinjuku. A seedy establishment reeking of mold and air freshener—an illegal brothel's waiting room. Just two days ago, he had received a report that the Ginsei-kai's most elite private army, the "Black Dragon Squad," had been completely annihilated by a single girl. The only physical evidence was the wreckage of an explosion. The squad members bore not a single wound, yet their minds had been completely hollowed out, leaving them as empty husks.
Ginsei's instincts, honed through decades of brutal conflict, screamed a warning. This was not a gang war. It was as foolish as humans challenging natural disasters or the divine. Against an enemy you cannot defeat, you crawl and bow. It was the only way to keep the organization alive.
Across from Ginsei, who sat on a folding chair, was a seventeen-year-old girl sitting deep in a cheap sofa, scraping at vanilla ice cream with a wooden spoon. It was Sakaki Yui.
Ginsei bowed deeply and spoke in a hoarse but resonant voice. "...I apologize for this sudden visit. I have not come to pick a fight with you. I humbly beg your forgiveness for the rudeness of my foolish subordinates."
Yui, spoon still in her mouth, stared at him with emotionless, inorganic eyes. "...Who are you?"
"I am called Ginsei. Let me be blunt. Please overlook our organization. In exchange, I offer everything the Ginsei-kai possesses—our money, power, real estate, our underground networks. Whatever you desire, I will give it all. I swear absolute loyalty to you."
The underworld's emperor had effectively surrendered unconditionally. These words meant that hundreds of billions in assets and thousands of violent men now knelt at Yui's feet.
But Yui's reaction was remarkably bland. She went momentarily blank at the word "everything," then tilted her head slightly.
"...Everything?"
"Yes. Anything at all."
Yui let her gaze drift upward, thought seriously for a moment, then spoke as if struck by inspiration.
"Then, please don't close down the convenience store diagonally across from this building. When it closes, I can't buy ice cream for a late-night snack on the way home, and that's really inconvenient."
Silence filled the waiting room.
Ginsei doubted his own ears. In the midst of negotiations involving hundreds of billions in assets and matters of life and death, the demand presented was "keeping a convenience store open at night." It was absurdly trivial, painfully mundane. Yet Ginsei quickly plastered on a cunning smile. Even if the other party was a demon king, if the demand was clear, the deal could be made.
"...An easy task. We will acquire the land around that store through our shell companies by tomorrow and guarantee its operation in perpetuity."
"Really? That's wonderful. Thank you very much."
Yui said this flatly, without any particular joy, then turned her attention back to the vanilla ice cream. For her, the identity of the old man before her as the top of Japan's underworld meant nothing. What mattered was that her ice cream supply was secured. For her, this negotiation was a complete success.
# Episode 2: The Feeding Ground
Thus, the Kanto's largest crime syndicate, Ginsei-kai, became the "indirect protector"—or more accurately, the "livestock farm"—of a single girl named Sakaki Yui.
Chairman Ginsei secretly contacted Kuze Reiji, a sorcerer of the underworld, and together they created a "breeding manual to avoid angering the demon king." The most critical item was: "Supply her regularly with fresh negative emotions (food) to prevent her starvation."
For Ginsei-kai, this was actually convenient. Members who committed embezzlement within the organization, rule-breakers, or troublesome members of rival organizations—they could send them into Yui's basement as "sacrifices." No bodies were left behind, and only docile husks returned, preventing police involvement. A perfect disposal system had been created.
That night, the "first offering" was brought to Yui.
The man's name was Kenta. A low-level member of Ginsei-kai's operations who had skimmed some money as punishment, he was thrown into this basement. Kenta didn't understand at all why he'd been brought to this moldy cellar. He'd been threatened with "a direct reprimand from the boss," but before him was only a single, frail, expressionless girl.
"Huh? Who the hell are you? Are you messing with me? Where's the old guy who brought me here?!"
Kenta shouted angrily at Yui out of frustration. He puffed his shoulders menacingly, looking ready to strike at any moment. But Yui merely rose slightly from the sofa, regarding him with cold eyes.
"...You're being loud. Please don't raise your voice inside the shop."
"What?! Who the hell do you think you are—"
In the instant Kenta raised his right hand to grab Yui's hair, it happened.
# Episode 3: The Predator
Deep within Yui's eyes, a thin golden circle shimmered with a wet, glistening light.
The aura surrounding her transformed dramatically from its previous inorganic quality into a thick, sweetly poisonous miasma—utterly repulsive yet seductively alluring.
The crude hostility rising from the man's entire body, the shallow bravado masking his fear, the young, greasy vitality—all of it was, to the ever-hungry Yui, overwhelmingly rich and intoxicating, a supreme delicacy that assaulted her appetite.
(... Ah. Such a wonderfully fresh scent.)
Kenta's descending arm was caught gently by Yui's porcelain-smooth, slender fingers.
Without any sense of strain, the movement was like taking a lover's hand. Yet in the next instant, Kenta's vision inverted, and his back crashed against the couch springs.
"Wha—?!"
Before he could comprehend what happened, Yui was straddling his stomach.
The slender limbs of a seventeen-year-old girl, light as feathers. Yet pinned beneath her delicate arms, Kenta couldn't move a single finger—as if crushed under tons of concrete.
"H-hey... Let go of me...!"
What escaped Kenta's mouth was not anger, but a plea twisted with obvious terror.
Yui, expressionless, slowly lowered her upper body, bringing her face close to his. Her breath caressed his cheek, warm and carrying the obscene fragrance of overripe fruit, the scent to drive a man mad.
"...Don't struggle. I'm just going to take a little."
Yui's lips curved slowly. It was unmistakably the wet, lustful smile of a woman before an exquisite feast.
Her face buried itself in Kenta's neck, and her glossy lips clamped against the pulsing carotid artery.
"Hii... aaah...!"
A voiceless scream escaped Kenta's throat.
There was no pain of flesh being torn. But when Yui's soft lips touched his skin and the invisible fangs of her spirit pierced through the membrane of consciousness, Kenta felt every emotion in the depths of his soul being sucked upward like a turbulent current.
Yui's tongue crawled persistently across Kenta's sweat-dampened skin, greedily lapping up the oils and cold sweat seeping from his terror like the finest sauce.
Churr... chuuup...
Wet, obscene suction sounds echoed through the quiet waiting room—sounds utterly inappropriate for this space.
With each breath Yui inhaled deeply, Kenta's "attachment to life" and "hostility" flowed into her throat as thick, golden honey.
"Aaah... nn..."
Drawing in supreme sustenance, Yui's throat produced sultry sounds. Her body trembled with sweet pleasure, her breasts pressing against Kenta's chest beneath her clothes, shifting shape as they rubbed together. Her slender thighs clenched inward with force, her toes pointed rigidly, as if she were reaching the climax of intercourse.
Meanwhile, Kenta's brain—the consumed—had long since transcended the limits of terror, dissolving into abnormal rapture. The sense of loss at having his very self hollowed out inverted into intense sexual ecstasy. Drool dripped pathetically from his mouth, and his rolled-back eyes bore a blissful, idiotic smile as if freed from every pain in the world.
"Aa... aaa... aaahhh...!"
Kenta's body convulsed violently, then went completely limp like a puppet with severed strings.
Yui slowly withdrew her lips and exhaled sweetly, her flushed cheeks glowing.
She licked her lips, wiping away the saliva glistening at the corners.
"...Thank you for the meal. Please don't do anything bad anymore, or the shop people will be troubled."
Whispering this into the husk-of-a-man's ear, Yui stood up as if nothing had happened and straightened her clothes.
Kenta's mind bore an indelible, eternal brand—"absolute servitude" and "terror" toward Yui, forever seared alongside pure ecstasy.
Yui herself had no awareness whatsoever that she was taming a yakuza organization. She merely thought vaguely: "Recently, more nice people have been bringing me food at the shop."
# Episode 4: The Peaceful Pasture
With the powerful "herding dog" of the Ginsei-kai, Yui entered a period of unprecedented stability.
She could buy ice cream every single day. The underground shop was perfectly protected by Ginsei-kai's shell corporations. Her work consisted of clocking in and occasionally feeding from the "bad people" brought to her. All troublesome matters were handled by the yakuza, and she had finally achieved her long-desired peace—to simply live quietly, untroubled.
That late night, Yui sat alone on a park bench in the usual children's playground, eating vanilla ice cream.
The autumn air mixed pleasantly with the night breeze. Just moments before, she had shared warm coffee with an elderly cleaning lady and made casual conversation: "Things have been peaceful lately, haven't they?" Now that the old woman had finished her work and left, the park was wrapped in silence.
(... I hope the supermarket has discounted meat tomorrow too.)
Yui was scooping up the last of her ice cream with a wooden spoon, contemplating such modest, understated wishes, when it happened.
Soft and sudden.
The park's air temperature plummeted.
This was not the chill of night wind. It was the absolute "zero-degree" presence that living creatures instinctively perceive as death approaching.
Yui's hand stopped. Countless black threads sleeping beneath her skin showed unprecedented alertness, writhing uneasily beneath her skin's surface.
Yui slowly raised her face.
Beneath the dull orange light of a street lamp stood a figure.
It was a girl who appeared to be Yui's age or perhaps slightly younger.
But her appearance was extraordinary. Snow-white hair, completely drained of pigment, swayed in the night breeze, and her eyes—a cruel, radiant gold that was unmistakable even in darkness—gazed directly at Yui.
An inhuman factor, like Yui's own, that existed outside human parameters. Yet while Yui's presence was like a "quiet swamp," the aura this girl emanated was pure "exposed blade," cutting through everything.
The girl glanced at the hundred-yen ice cream cup in Yui's hand and smirked mockingly.
"...So. You're the rumored 'success case (Original)'?"
The girl's tone was mixed with clear hostility and bottomless curiosity.
Yui removed the spoon from her mouth and stared back at the girl, expressionless.
It was the moment when, into the perfectly maintained pasture of the demon king, a new threat stepped forth—for Yui, the first, and the worst, of her own kind.
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