Monday morning. The large conference room on the eighth floor of Rise Cosmetics' headquarters was wrapped in an atmosphere unlike usual. The fluorescent lights on the ceiling were painfully bright, and Yui narrowed her eyes slightly. Around her, colleagues stood murmuring restlessly. Everyone seemed to be holding their spines straighter than usual today. *(It's today, isn't it.)* The new president's inaugural address. Yui still hadn't sorted through the events of last Friday night — the night she'd spent with that man. The lingering sensation deep in her body and the small ache lodged in the center of her chest seemed to speak two different languages, and she hadn't been able to settle down since. Saturday and Sunday, she'd stayed shut in her room, drifting aimlessly. From the tiny balcony of her apartment in Nakano, the cluster of Shinjuku skyscrapers was visible in the distance. Normally a view she wouldn't even notice, but since that night, it had felt somehow far away. *(This is fine.)* She'd told herself that over and over. Just one night. A man whose name she didn't even know. She tried to believe it. "Quiet, please." At the department head's voice, the conference room fell into complete silence. "This is the new President and Representative Director, Kazama Ren." A single man stepped onto the podium. Platinum-silver hair. Eyes as cold as ice, a piercing blue. Yui's mind went completely blank. *(That's him.)* The man she'd met at the Ginza bar on Friday night. The man who, that night, had come to know every inch of Yui's body — now stood in a suit, looking down at the employees. Her heart was deafening. Pounding, as if hammering from inside her ribs. Yui couldn't move, as though her feet were glued to the floor. Ren's gaze swept across the room in an instant. And then — It stopped on Yui. Probably for less than a second. But those blue eyes had definitely seen her. As if confirming something. Then, as if nothing had happened, he faced forward again. "[cold] I am Kazama Ren, CEO of Kazama Holdings, and as of today, President of Rise Cosmetics." His voice sounded distant. The same voice that had whispered in her ear that night, yet now it carried an entirely different temperature. "[cold] Rise Cosmetics retains inefficient practices. From now on, I will reform it my way." The air in the conference room seemed to grow even colder. Without even glancing down at the tablet in his hand, Ren delivered his words dispassionately. "[cold] Irrational costs will be eliminated immediately." Then, he directed his gaze at one male employee. "[cold] Chief Harada. Your duties are suitable for outsourcing. This will be implemented effective next month." The conference room was enveloped in a sub-zero silence. The veteran employee named Harada stood frozen, robbed of words. Forty-six years old, Operations Management Department. A mid-level employee whose name even Yui knew. "[whispers] That man really shows no mercy..." The female colleague standing next to her murmured in a trembling voice. Yui couldn't reply. On the podium, Ren's expression hadn't changed at all. The lonely eyes he'd shown for just a moment that night now seemed sealed beneath thick ice. *(This man... is the president.)* Inside the pocket of her skirt, Yui clenched her hand into a tight fist. She had absolutely no idea what to do. When the briefing ended, the employees filed out of the conference room with heavy steps. Anxiety and fear seeped through everyone's faces. Yui returned to her desk too, but the characters on the documents wouldn't enter her head at all. As lunch break approached, the internal phone on her desk rang. "[gentle] The president is calling for you. Please come to the president's office immediately." At the secretary's voice through the receiver, Yui's chest tightened. *(Summoned...?)* The president's office on the sixteenth floor could only be reached by the executive elevator. It wasn't a place a general staff member like Yui would ever go. Still, she had no choice but to go. She knocked on the door of the president's office. "[cold] Enter." Inside, it was spacious. Through the large glass windows, the Roppongi cityscape stretched out in full view. In the center of the room stood a heavy executive desk, and Ren sat behind it. Yui entered the room and stopped in front of the door. Ren didn't lift his eyes from the documents. "[cold] Forget about that night." A low, cold voice. "[cold] This is a company. You are a general staff employee, and I am the president. Nothing more, nothing less." Yui couldn't say anything. Not because she had no retort. The words simply wouldn't come. A sensation of something lodged deep in her throat. Like a stone she couldn't swallow, sitting there, unmoving. *(I know. I know, but—)* Ren finally raised his face. His blue eyes pierced through Yui. "[cold] Understood?" It was an order. Not a question. "...Yes." Yui thought her own voice sounded small and weak, like a stranger's. Ren had already returned his gaze to the documents. Yui bowed silently and left the president's office. The moment she stepped into the hallway, she took a deep breath. *(Understood. But — why are you the one trying to forget first?)* That emotion settled quietly at the bottom of her chest. She wasn't just being swept along. She wasn't the same self who just smiled and let things pass, wearing herself down like before. Something without clear shape, but something that had undeniably been born inside her. Yui still didn't understand what this emotion was. Thursday night. Yui worked overtime until nearly the last train. The deadline for expense reports was approaching, and the documents she had to process were piled high. The other employees had long since gone home. On the eighth-floor office, only Yui remained. *(It's this late already...)* Looking at the clock, it was past eleven. Yui grabbed her bag and left the office. She pressed the elevator button. With a light *ding*, the doors opened. She stepped in and was about to press the close button — in that instant. Someone's hand slipped smoothly into the gap of the doors. The doors opened. It was Kazama Ren. Yui's breath stopped. Ren boarded the elevator wordlessly and pressed the close button. A sealed room, just the two of them. Unconsciously, Yui tried to edge toward the wall. Ren's large hand seized her shoulder. *Bam.* Her back hit the wall. "[whispers] Don't move." A different voice. Not the cold commanding tone from the daytime. The low, heated voice from that night. Yui's heart began to rampage. She tried to open her mouth, but no voice came out. Ren's face drew closer. His blue eyes glinted in the dark elevator. "[whispers] When I remember your body, I can't concentrate on work. It's a problem." At the voice breathed into her ear, shivers ran down Yui's spine. *(During the day you told me to forget, and yet — that's so—)* She didn't even have time to think. Ren's fingers captured Yui's chin, tilting it upward. And then his lips pressed against hers. Deep, merciless. His hot tongue invaded Yui's mouth, tracing her teeth, tangling with her tongue. A kiss so deep it was suffocating. Through his suit, Ren's body pressed against her, and Yui had no choice but to lean against the wall. The strength drained from her. Her head grew hazy. When their lips finally parted, Yui couldn't breathe, gasping with her shoulders. But Ren didn't pull away immediately. With his lips still close to Yui's ear, he whispered slowly. "[whispers] I told you to forget during the day. But — at night, I'm the one who can't forget first." *Ding.* The elevator's arrival chime sounded. The doors opened on the eighth floor. As if nothing had happened, Ren separated from Yui and walked out through the open doors into the hallway. Without even looking back. For a while, Yui couldn't move. In front of the still-open doors, leaning against the wall, she just trembled. *(His daytime face, and his nighttime face. Which one is real?)* No answer came. But Yui's body already remembered the feel of Ren's fingers, and she could feel the inside of her underwear growing damp. That night, Yui once again went with Ren to a luxury hotel in Roppongi. As soon as they entered the room, Ren pushed Yui down onto the bed. "[cold] Who was it that told you to forget?" Stripping off Yui's suit jacket, Ren asked in a low voice. "[whispers] You... told me to." "[cold] That's right. But —" The buttons of her blouse popped open. Cold fingers traced her exposed collarbone. "[whispers] I can't keep that order." With a voice that sounded almost like a curse, Ren's lips latched onto the nape of Yui's neck. "[crying] Nn, ah...!" Her bra was pushed up, and Ren's fingers toyed with the exposed tips of her breasts, circling them. Pinching them between thumb and forefinger, he pressed and crushed them with a firm, kneading pressure. "[whispers] Let your voice out. No one's coming." Whispering that, Ren took her nipple into his mouth. His hot tongue slickly licked up the hardened nub. "[crying] Aaah...! N-no, stop...!" Yui's hips lifted. She was sensitive to an unbelievable degree, her whole body twitching and trembling with every touch. Ren's hand slipped inside her tight skirt. Her stockings and underwear were pulled down together, baring her thighs. "[whispers] You're even wetter than before." Ren's middle finger touched Yui's pussy. A small, wet sound — *squelch*. "[crying] No, don't look...!" "[whispers] It's too late to be embarrassed." His finger slid slickly deep inside. Slowly spreading Yui's vaginal walls, he explored her interior with the pad of his finger. "[whispers] Here — it's more sensitive than before, isn't it." The moment Ren crooked his finger and pressed firmly on a certain spot — "[crying] Aaaah! N-no, right there...!" At the sensation of the entrance to her womb being knocked, Yui's vision went white in an instant. Pleasure raced up her spine and exploded deep in her head. "[crying] I-I'm coming... I'm going to come...!" Mercilessly, Ren crushed her clitoris with his thumb while moving the fingers inside her vagina intensely. The sound of love juices splashing wetly echoed in the quiet room. "[crying] Aaaaaahhh!!" Her hips bucked wildly, and Yui climaxed while crying. Her vagina squeezed tight around Ren's fingers, and clear nectar trickled down the inside of her thighs. But it didn't end. Ren removed his own clothes, exposing his stiff, erect penis. The glans glistened slickly with pre-cum. His cock, standing at full, throbbing attention, was positioned against Yui's vaginal opening. "[whispers] This time, I want you." Saying that, Ren thrust his hips in all at once. "[crying] Ah, aaah...! It's... entering... so deep...!" His penis scraped along her vaginal walls, reaching deep inside. The mouth of her womb was knocked with a tapping sensation, and the depths of her belly tightened intensely. Ren began to move his hips wordlessly. Slowly at first, but quickly growing fierce. *Slap, slap, slap.* The sound of flesh striking flesh echoed rhythmically through the suite. "[crying] Ah, ah, ah, ah...!" Yui was now nothing more than a doll, merely panting. The bed creaked and groaned in time with Ren's pistoning thrusts. Ren lifted Yui's legs and placed them over his shoulders. A position that made it easier to penetrate deeply. Every time a deep spot was thrust into — *thump, thump* — Yui lost her voice. "[whispers] I'm going to come inside." The low voice pierced deep into Yui's ear. "[crying] Come inside... I want you to come inside me...!" She no longer knew what she was saying. The moment Ren pushed in to the very deepest point — *Throb, throb.* Hot semen was poured deep into Yui's vagina. Hot. Feeling the heat of the cum, Yui came again. "[crying] Ah... ah... hh..." As Ren slowly withdrew his