My name is Ohno Yui. I'm the most talented woman in the Ministry of Health, Labour and Welfare, and the central figure of the nation's fateful "Genius Gene Project"… In other words, I'm a super-elite career woman.
I'm sure you astute readers have already noticed, but I'll say it anyway. This story is about nothing more than an unpopular, gloomy loser who won the genetic lottery and is now screwing a bunch of women. It has no depth, no twists, and no development. There's no reincarnation into another world, no demon lords, no elves, no aliens, and no lolis. It just repeats the same pattern over and over. Honestly, you're probably sick of it by now. To bring a breath of fresh air to this situation, I, the super-elite career woman Ohno Yui, would like to present my story.
I'll say this up front: this chapter features no stud incels or horny women desperate to be bred. This is Ohno Yui's gorgeous, elegant, cool, solid, edgy, hard-boiled story. It's so hardcore there might not even be any lewd scenes. If you're okay with that, then stick with me.
Slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap.
"Come on, move your hips more! You think you can be the future Vice-Minister of Finance with thrusting like that?"
"O-Ohno-senpai, I can't do any more. Besides, thrusting has nothing to do with being the vice-minister."
"Don't say such boring things! Look, your hands are idle. Do you even know what your hands are for?"
"Huh? What for?"
"For groping my breasts, obviously! Now, give them a good squeeze!"
Slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap.
"I-I can't take any more, senpai! I'm going to cum!"
"Like hell you are! Show me some more grit!"
"Ugh… Aahhh!!"
Splooge!
"What do you think you're doing, cumming on your own?! What's the big idea, finishing before me? You're a working adult and you can't even manage 'ladies first'?!"
"I-I'm sorry! Please forgive me!"
"I won't forgive you! Now, bend over for your punishment! Show me your ass!"
"W-Wait a minute, please. I can't take something that thick…"
"What? You got a problem with it?"
"No, it's just, I have a physical tomorrow…"
"And what about it?"
"Huh? Well, um… at least for today, I'd like to have normal sex…"
"Don't be such a baby! If you're a man, you'll shut up and do as I say!"
"…"
"A response? Did you not hear me?"
"Yes…"
The man I made love with that day was Ohba Daiga. He's a kouhai of mine from Kasumigaseki, three years my junior, and the rising star of the Ministry of Finance. He's the reason Hachisu and I had that falling out.
He was crying so much that I gave him a break. Come to think of it, there was something I wanted to ask him.
"By the way, Ohno-senpai, I heard you and Hachisu-senpai made up. Is that true?"
"You know, for the guy who caused the fight between me and Hachisu in the first place, you've got some nerve asking that."
"What?! I didn't know anything about that. Is that what happened?"
"You weren't a virgin when you slept with me. And you weren't when you slept with Hachisu, either."
"…Right."
"Why didn't you tell me Takeda-san took your virginity?"
"Well, you didn't ask… Or rather, you weren't in any state to listen, were you? You just started yelling, 'You slept with her before me!!'"
"Did I? Well, it's all in the past, so who cares. Anyway, changing the subject, what about that guy in your year… what was his name again? The one in the Ministry of Education…"
"Munemitsu? Munemitsu Motohira?"
"Right, right, Munemitsu-kun. So, what happened? With the plan to introduce him to me."
"I talked to him, but he turned me down flat. Said he wasn't interested."
"What! What is that guy thinking, turning down an invitation from me!"
"He's been a stiff since college, and I've never heard any rumors about him and a girl. I think even you would have a hard time winning him over, Ohno-senpai."
"What a boring guy. In that case, give me some intel on Munemitsu-kun. Like his type, or the places he hangs out."
"I don't know the details, but I think there was one place he took me to."
With that, Ohba-kun picked up his smartphone.
"Ah, here it is. See, this place. It's a bar in Azabu called Fate of the Flame. Munemitsu said he's a regular and that he stops by every Thursday, so you can probably meet him there."
"Ooh, just what I'd expect from the rising star of the Ministry of Finance. You actually provide useful information. As a reward, I'll fire up my twin-cam engine for you."
"Please, not today! I have a physical tomorrow! I can't— Mmph… Ah, aahhhhhhh…"
Thursday, 8 PM. Here I am at Fate of the Flame, a bar in Azabu. The man nursing a scotch by himself at the counter is Munemitsu Motohira. He's the kind of pretentious jerk who avoids the weekend crowds by showing up every Thursday to act like a regular. He's my target.
"Do you mind if I sit here?"
He glanced at me, then looked down. What, is he shy? Haha, this one's a virgin. This'll be a piece of cake.
"A-All the counter seats are open. You don't have to sit right next to me…"
"I've decided I always sit here when I'm at this bar (even though it's my first time)."
"Th-Then, I'll move. I'd hate to be in your way."
How naive. A woman is deliberately sitting next to you; of course she has an ulterior motive. Saying you'd be in the way is a zero-point response.
"Hey, if you move, it'll look like I'm bothering you. Please don't embarrass me…"
I looked up at him, feigning a slightly troubled expression.
"Th-That's not what I meant. Then, I'll stay."
"Mm, thank you. ♡ Hey, what are you drinking?"
"This? It's Port Charlotte Cask with water."
What?! He's drinking a malt, a cask strength no less, with water? Is this guy serious? Good grief, what a child. The master shouldn't be making something like that, either. If you want it with water, a bottle of Suntory Kakubin is more than enough.
"Then I'll have the same, straight. And a glass of room-temperature water, please."
"Are you sure? This is about 60% alcohol."
"I have a policy of not diluting my alcohol. You can enjoy the aroma better that way, don't you think?"
An amber liquid pooled at the bottom of the malt glass. I held the stem between my fingers and gave it a light swirl, releasing the aroma of the malt whisky.
"Master. A teaspoon, please."
I dipped the spoon into my chaser and let a single drop of water fall into the glass. After savoring the aroma, I took a small sip, and the smoky peat fragrance filled my mouth.
"Here, it's delicious this way."
I offered my glass to Munemitsu-kun, urging him to try it.
"Oh, it really does smell wonderful. Well then, since you're offering, just a little… Ngh!"
"Whoa, whoa, if you drink that much you'll choke. When you drink it, imagine you're just placing a few drops on your tongue."
"L-Like this?"
"Yes, just like that. This way, you can handle it even if the proof is high. Even a tiny bit of malt on your tongue is enough to enjoy the aroma."
"Wow, I never knew you could drink it like this. I've learned something today."
"It's nothing. By the way, what do you do for a living?"
"Oh, me? I'm a public servant."
"Oh, a public servant? What a coincidence, I'm a civil servant, too."
"Eh, you are?"
"I am."
I took a business card out of my handbag. A dummy, of course.
"Ohno Yui, from the Human Resources Development Bureau of the Ministry of Health, Labour and Welfare."
"Ah, I'm…"
Munemitsu-kun pulled a business card case from the inner pocket of his jacket. Ugh, is that aluminum? Did he buy it at a hundred-yen store? How lame.
"Munemitsu Motohira, from the Elementary and Secondary Education Bureau of the Ministry of Education, Culture, Sports, Science and Technology. It's a pleasure to meet you."
"A pleasure. The Elementary and Secondary Education Bureau… that's the one in charge of high schools and such, right?"
"That's right. I'm mainly in charge of high school educational planning, and the student network… blah blah blah blah."
God, he talks a lot. Guys who get chatty when it comes to work aren't popular with the ladies.
"I see… Still, I feel a little proud to have taught someone as capable as you how to drink, Munemitsu-san."
"Y-You think so? I'm still just a rookie, learning new things every day."
"Amazing. You're an elite, but you're also humble. That's wonderful."
"That's not true. I'm just average, totally average."
Time to make my move. I tickled his thigh with my fingertips…
"Hey, I'd like to teach you a lot more, Munemitsu-san. How about we go exchange some opinions, just the two of us?"
"Eh, you mean…"
"Is there nothing left for you to learn from me?"
"…I-I'm sorry. I can't really do that sort of thing."
"What, you don't want to be with me?"
"No, it's not that I don't want to, but…"
"But…?"
"I-I have someone I've set my heart on, and… if I'm going to do something like that, it has to be with her…"
"Oh, what a shame. You have a girlfriend, then. I'm so jealous."
"No, she's not my girlfriend, but she's someone I admire, or rather…"
"What kind of girl captured your heart, Munemitsu-san? I'm curious."
"Y-You think so? She's a year older than me, and I've admired her since college. Right, I think she's a public servant at the same Ministry as you, Ohno-senpai."
"Is that so? I might know her. Who is she?"
Munemitsu-kun took a photo out of his wallet. Keeping a picture of your unrequited love in your wallet… what a pathetic loser.
"It's a group photo, but it's this person here. Her name is…"
"Ah, this girl. I know her well. We're good friends."
"R-Really!"
"She's a nice girl. Pure and graceful… yes, she's perfect for you, Munemitsu-san. I think she said she wasn't seeing anyone, so if you'd like, I can set you two up."
"Y-You'd do that for me?! I've only just met you, and you'd do something like that!"
"Of course. She was saying she wanted a serious, capable boyfriend, and I can introduce you with my head held high, Munemitsu-san."
"Th-Thank you so much. I'm in your debt, Ohno-senpai! I'm so glad I met you today. If we get married, you have to come to the wedding!!"
Geez, this guy is practically gushing pussy juice. He's already talking about marriage? But well, it looks like I'll be able to achieve my goal. The bait to reel him in doesn't have to be me, after all.