"President, this is the headquarters of the Himegami Society," Shima Izuki said as she parked the car in front of an apartment building. The structure stood in a quiet, unremarkable part of the city, blending into the surroundings.
According to Izuki, "President, this apartment serves two purposes: it provides shelter for homeless women and facilitates closer interaction with our female members." She gave a suggestive smile. "The ritual room and your personal quarters are on the top floor. Unless there's a special reason, no one is allowed to enter without permission."
"President, why not live here? I'll arrange for beautiful, talented members to serve you daily—"
Damn! You're trying to corrupt my soul!
"No thanks, I have my own place," Muxiao shook his head, sending her a message. "Just have the Himegami Society focus on gathering intel about monsters for me."
"…Understood," the mature, alluring secretary paused for a moment before nodding, her tone thoughtful. "It seems the President doesn't yet see the organization as his own. Very well, we'll work hard to satisfy you."
Click, click, click—
Following Izuki, Muxiao toured the apartment building. It was nearly empty, suggesting the Himegami Society had few members—a small organization, as expected.
They took the elevator to the top floor, where a spacious suite had been styled into a unique Japanese room. The decor was simple, with a large chandelier casting soft light across the ceiling.
"President, please follow me—this is the room for receiving members and… conducting the organization's rituals," Izuki said, leading Muxiao into a deeper part of the top floor. The walls were adorned with oil paintings—depicting scantily clad women and matrons in provocative poses, dripping with suggestive intent.
A curtained partition stood at the front of the room. Izuki pointed to it. "President, this is where you'll receive members. They aren't worthy of seeing you directly or knowing your true identity. You'll sit behind the curtain, using your remarkable tentacles to grant them true pleasure and happiness. That's all you need to do."
As she spoke, a strange fragrance wafted through the air—incense? It was surprisingly pleasant, but… something felt off.
"This is a special incense crafted by the Himegami Society. It awakens primal desires, allowing members to surrender to their instincts and revel in physical pleasure…"
It's basically an aphrodisiac! So high and mighty for what's clearly an evil organization's tool.
"Get rid of it. I don't need it," Muxiao typed, glancing at his system interface. He hadn't even tried his [Breath of Desire] skill yet. If I need an aphrodisiac, my own ability is way more convenient.
"President, this incense makes controlling members easier…"
"Who's the president, you or me? Remove it!"
"…Yes, sir," Izuki paused, then complied without further argument. She lifted the curtain and entered a back room. "The hot water is ready, President. Please bathe first."
"…"
Pretty formal treatment.
Muxiao surveyed the expansive bath, designed like a hot spring. Soon, Izuki brought in a fruit platter, making his tentacles twitch in excitement.
This kind of treatment for a tentacle monster? I'm liking this president gig more and more.
It might be a honeyed trap, but… eat the honey, dodge the trap. "Maybe I can turn this Himegami Society into my own organization. Aiming to become an Old One like in the Cthulhu mythos, having my own evil organization isn't too much, right?"
"Having female members worship me… sounds pretty fun."
First, he'd take over the nest. As president, he should have significant authority, right?
Izuki didn't seem to have any supernatural powers—she was just an ordinary human, according to his intuition, which he trusted implicitly.
After soaking in the bath for a few minutes, Muxiao stepped out. The moment he opened the door, he froze. The ritual room outside was bathed in dim, intimate lighting, illuminating the tatami mats. Izuki knelt before him, her stunning figure fully revealed under the glow, filling the air with an amorous vibe.
???
What's going on?
"President, this is your welcome gift to the Himegami Society. Are you satisfied?"
"…"
"As the secretary-general, it's my duty to serve the President," Izuki said, lifting her head. Her seductive, bewitching face was like that of a sultry vixen. Licking her lips, she struck a provocative pose, showcasing her body's finest assets.
What's with these women? I'm a tentacle monster, and they're still throwing themselves at me? Natsumi's one thing, but Izuki too?
Don't you care at all that I'm a monster?
Swish—
Lifting her chin with a tentacle, Muxiao typed, exasperated, "You're such a pervert."
"Thank you for the compliment," Izuki replied with a bold smile, devoid of the usual feminine shame or reserve. "But this isn't just about serving you. It's also to assess your practical skills as President. For the Himegami Society, this is a necessary technique to master."
"…"
Muxiao narrowed his eyes, then grinned wickedly. His tentacles surged, lifting Izuki into the air. A particular tentacle extended slowly. "Miss Izuki, you seem like quite a loose woman."
"You're right, President. I am a loose woman. So… please, enjoy me to your heart's content."
"Ugh!"
Her body trembled, her skin burning, her pupils quivering. With a sharp gasp, Izuki surrendered to primal desire.
Struggling to keep her eyes open, she gazed at the tentacle monster, a smile curling her lips.
This is it. Exactly what the Himegami Society needs—a president like this. So beautiful.
As the rising and falling sounds gradually subsided, Muxiao lay to the side, questioning his existence.
"President," Izuki crawled toward him, radiating an astonishing allure. "You're truly the best. Such intensity… it's my first time experiencing this. Absolutely incredible."
"The perfect embodiment of desire. I can't wait to see the members enthralled by you."
"…"
This Himegami Society is too messed up!
Muxiao suddenly felt panicked. I don't think I can handle this organization…