In that instant, Seika felt her mind shatter.
Nijika.
Her little sister was using this method to "comfort" her...
A violent wave of absurdity, shame, and grief erupted like a volcano, consuming her.
But she couldn't do anything—could only passively endure her beloved sister's "kindly intentioned," "gentle" violation.
And what broke her even more was yet to come.
"Good job, Nijika," Seiji's demonic voice spoke again. "Now help her get used to my 'taste.'"
With that, he tilted Nijika's slender neck upward.
Nijika understood immediately. She lowered her head with practiced ease, her small mouth carefully, tenderly wrapping around him.
Seika watched with eyes blazing.
She'd seen this before. Done it herself, countless times.
But watching her sister do it while she was helpless—that hit differently.
After Nijika finished.
Seiji said: "Nijika, go 'feed' it to her."
"Mm."
Nijika pressed her lips together, then slowly felt her way toward this unknown "sister," found the bound mouth, and kissed her gently.
Once again, Nijika's mouth covered the cold metal gag.
Then she slowly transferred the thick, musky liquid through their "sisterly kiss" into Seika's helpless mouth.
"Mmm... mmmph...!!!"
Seika thrashed with the most violent struggle of her life.
"It's okay. Taste it a few times and you'll get used to it." Nijika soothed her softly after finishing.
"Eventually you won't just not hate it—you'll love it."
"The moment you smell it, it's like a switch flips in your body, and you get incredible pleasure."
As she comforted her, Nijika's cum-stained lips planted a gentle kiss on Seika's cheek.
Seika could only swallow in despair.
Sure enough.
Her well-trained body, upon tasting Seiji's essence, immediately grew wet. Her rigid muscles softened.
Sensing the change, Nijika smiled slightly: "See? It's not so scary, right?"
Those innocent, well-meaning words made Seika let out a high-pitched whimper, her eyes filled with despair.
"Alright, game over."
At that moment, Seiji stepped forward with a smile and removed Nijika's blindfold.
Light flooded in. Nijika's vision returned.
She looked at the "shy little sister" she'd been "comforting."
One glance was all it took for Nijika to freeze.
"S-Sis...?!"
Her pupils contracted sharply, her expression disbelieving.
The bound "sister" before her was her actual sister, Seika!
"Mmmph..." Seika made a mournful whimper.
But what shocked Seika was that Nijika's confusion lasted less than three seconds.
"Oh, it was you, Sis. No wonder it felt so familiar from the start." Nijika smiled helplessly, quickly accepting reality.
"Huh?!" Seika stared in disbelief.
"...I understand."
Nijika turned to Seiji, her expression calm. "Seiji, you want us sisters to understand our 'place,' right?"
"...I have no objections." She took a deep breath, her gaze becoming resolute. "We've received so much from you—more than we could ever repay. Our dreams, our careers, our futures... you gave us everything."
"Giving ourselves to you completely is only fair."
She paused.
Nijika turned to look at her sister Seika, her expression apologetic but firm.
"Besides... I can tell Seiji won't let either of us go. Since that's the case, we might as well accept it."
Seika was stunned.
Nijika stood and walked to Seika's side, gently stroking her sister's hair like a servant.
"Sis, stop throwing tantrums like a child." Her voice was gentle but carried an undeniable resolve. "Things are pretty good with Seiji, aren't they? He's a bit bad, sure, but he really has given us everything we wanted. All we have to do is behave."
Gagged, Seika couldn't speak.
She could only stare at her little sister with complicated eyes—this sister who had somehow become a stranger without her noticing.
That night.
Nijika actively cooperated with Seiji to "attack" Seika together.
Under the double assault of her sister and the man she both hated and feared, Seika's last shred of resistance was utterly destroyed.
By dawn, she lay drained on the wrecked bed, helplessly accepting the reality that both sisters had fallen.
And at that moment, a system notification chimed in Seiji's mind.
[Ding! Detected that Host has completely achieved dual physical and mental conquest of the "Rock Sisters" Seika Ijichi and Nijika Ijichi. Achievement unlocked: "Sister Domination"!]
[Final bonus reward triggered: Absolute Control Private Security Company!]
[Distributing reward...]
Seiji closed his eyes, receiving the massive flood of information.
This was the "Absolute Control Private Security Company"—Aegis Security.
"This is... insane..." Seiji processed the data, genuinely amazed.
"I thought hiring those retired special forces as bodyguards was impressive. Now that looks like child's play."
"Every single 'field operative' under Aegis is on par with those 'ghost' agents from the movies."
"They have independent intelligence capabilities, global legal and illegal cover identities, and an arsenal that could arm a small nation..."
The company's backstory had been seamlessly integrated by the system.
A dedicated communication app had also been installed on Seiji's phone.
He pulled it out and swiped the screen.
Instantly, detailed files appeared on a former business rival—which hotel he'd been at last night with which actress, every suspicious transaction in his company accounts—all recorded crystal clear.
"With this... forget small-time yakuza. Even some national politicians would have to think twice before touching me..."
Seiji smiled with the confidence of someone who controlled everything.
He had transcended the chessboard entirely.
...
Meanwhile, outside Seiji's office, in the reception area.
Ryo sat with a serious expression, facing the three members of SICKHACK.
As head of Genesis Entertainment's music division, she was extending an official contract offer to this highly distinctive band.
"...That's everything our company can offer SICKHACK."
Ryo pushed a contract across the coffee table. "Top-tier recording studios, an award-winning production team, nationwide promotional channels, and three substantial signing bonuses."
"We respect your musical style and won't interfere with your creative process whatsoever."
The terms she offered would make any underground band go crazy.
Kikuri Hiroi barely glanced at it before yawning lazily, as if none of it interested her.
Eliza Shimizu frowned slightly, then looked toward Shima Iwashita.
As the band's true anchor—the most mature and steady guitarist—Shima listened carefully to Ryo's pitch, then slowly shook her head.
"Thank you for the offer, Yamada-san," her voice was calm and firm, "but I'm afraid we'll have to decline."
"Why?" Ryo was puzzled.
These were amazing terms. Only an idiot would refuse!
"We're used to freedom."
Shima's gaze swept over her two unreliable bandmates. "SICKHACK's music grew wild in the corners of Shimokitazawa, like weeds no one paid attention to."
"We don't fit into big company processes and rules."
"Besides, the band isn't our main focus."
Shima spoke for SICKHACK.
In this band, she and Eliza both had other things going on—performing was just a side gig. Only Kikuri, the slacker, spent all her time at the livehouse.
But with Kikuri's personality... no company would want to deal with her.
Ryo tried to push further, but Shima had already risen, ready to leave with her bandmates.
Watching them go.
Ryo thought for a moment, then headed toward Seiji's office.
...
"Seiji!"
The office door was knocked, and Ryo walked in with a file.
"I found this band called SICKHACK. I want to sign them, but they refused."
She looked at Seiji hopefully, not hesitating to ask for help.
"Seiji, help me!"
"SICKHACK, huh?"
Seiji smiled and nodded calmly: "Leave it to me."
Other bands might be tricky.
But SICKHACK...
His thoughts drifted to not long ago.
Two of the three members were already his women.
Kikuri Hiroi had delivered herself to his door. Eliza Shimizu had been caught due to a misunderstanding and eaten up, then kept in line through her friendship with Kikuri.
Now she sent cosplay photos daily.
Occasionally, Seiji would visit and have Eliza dress in specific costumes for their encounters.
Their relationship remained quite good.
"Mm, I'm counting on you, Seiji." Ryo trusted him completely, nodded, and left.
Seiji organized his documents, then walked out to the reception room where SICKHACK was.
...
In the reception room.
Ryo had kept SICKHACK there, still trying to convince them.
"...Seiji Fujiwara also wants to sign you."
"Fujiwara... Seiji?" The moment that name left her lips, the atmosphere turned strange.
Shima Iwashita paused briefly.
She'd heard of Seiji—famous author, famous screenwriter, the genius who'd shocked Japan. The news had been everywhere recently.
But that was all.
Shima had never met Seiji personally. She only had a vague impression.
But Kikuri's eyes lit up like she'd heard something exciting.
And Eliza... her body tensed, her expression souring.
Just then, the reception room door opened.
Seiji's figure appeared in the doorway.
"I thought I heard my name?" He smiled as he walked in.
"Iwashita-san, I respect your creative vision."
"But I am quite sincere about this. I hope SICKHACK... would you allow me to speak privately with Shimizu-san and Hiroi-san?"
After Seiji spoke, Shima's brow furrowed.
Why speak privately with just those two?
She instinctively turned to look at her bandmates.
Before she could ask.
Both had already risen and were walking toward Seiji.
"Sorry, Shima. I want to hear what Fujiwara-sensei has to say." Eliza smiled apologetically.
"Me too!"
Kikuri looked excited, grinning: "I've always been a fan of Fujiwara-sensei!"
"Is that so?" Shima relaxed slightly, thinking she'd been overthinking.
So.
She watched Eliza and Kikuri follow Seiji out.
Left behind in the reception room.
Ryo kept her company, chatting casually.
Both were musicians—they had plenty to talk about.
Shima had heard of Ryo too—a girl who played at Seika-senpai's place, who'd had some family trouble recently but got help from Fujiwara-sensei.
And now, somehow, she'd become the director of Genesis Entertainment's music brand.
The dramatic change made Shima quite curious.
...
In the office.
The door closed. The air grew tense.
Eliza stood nervously before the desk, hands fidgeting with her hem.
Kikuri flopped onto the sofa without a care, sprawling comfortably and sighing: "High-end sofas really do feel different."
"Eliza," Seiji began slowly.
Eliza's body jerked like she'd been targeted by a snake.
"Why did you refuse the contract?"
Seiji smiled at her: "Forgotten our relationship?"
"I... I haven't forgotten..." Eliza's voice was barely audible.
Thinking about it made her angry.
She'd been taken completely, had her address discovered, was forced to send cosplay photos daily, and occasionally had to dress up in specified outfits to satisfy Seiji's desires.
If she could escape, she would have long ago.
"Haven't forgotten?" Seiji's smile turned cold. "Then why not sign?"
He stood, walked to Eliza, hooked a finger under her chin, and forced her to meet his eyes.
"Looks like I need a more direct method to refresh your 'memory.'"
With that, right in front of Kikuri on the sofa, he casually pulled up Eliza's t-shirt, revealing the plain black sports bra underneath.
"N-No... not here... Hiroi's still..." Eliza resisted, glancing at Kikuri on the sofa with shame and rejection written all over her face.
Kikuri watched with flushed cheeks.
Seiji ignored the protest.
He grabbed Eliza by the hips, spun her around, and slammed her face-down onto the desk. Papers scattered. Her cheek hit the cold wood hard.
"Seiji—wait—!"
He didn't wait. He flipped her skirt up over her ass, revealing plain white cotton panties—already damp at the center. He hooked a finger under the fabric and ripped them clean off.
Eliza gasped. Cool air hit her exposed pussy, already glistening with arousal she couldn't hide.
"Look at this slutty little cunt," Seiji said, loud enough for Kikuri to hear. He dragged two fingers through Eliza's wet slit, spreading her open. "Soaking wet before I even touched you. Your body's more honest than your mouth."
"Sh-shut up..." Eliza's voice cracked.
Seiji unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock—thick, veined, already rock hard. He slapped it against her exposed pussy a few times, coating the head in her juices.
Then he lined up and drove in to the hilt in one brutal thrust.
"AHHH—FUCK!"
Eliza screamed. Her back arched violently, fingers scrabbling uselessly against the desk. He was so deep she could feel him pressing against her cervix.
"Tight as always," Seiji grunted. He pulled back slowly, letting her feel every inch, then slammed back in hard enough to shake the desk.
"Ngh—! Hah—! Ah—!"
Each thrust punched a moan out of her. Wet, obscene squelching sounds filled the office as his cock pistoned in and out of her dripping hole.
On the sofa, Kikuri sat frozen, mouth hanging open.
She watched her friend—the responsible one, the strong one—get railed like a bitch in heat. Eliza's tits swung beneath her with each impact, her face pressed into the desk, drool leaking from the corner of her mouth, eyes rolling back.
"Fuck... fuck... so deep..." Eliza whimpered, all pretense of resistance gone.
Seiji grabbed a fistful of her golden hair and yanked her head back. "Say it louder. Tell Kikuri how much you love my cock."
"I—I—" Eliza's face burned with humiliation. But her pussy clenched hard around him, betraying her.
"Say it."
He punctuated the command with a brutal thrust that made her whole body jerk.
"I love it!" she cried out. "I love your cock! Please—please don't stop—!"
Kikuri felt her own panties flood. Her hand moved between her legs without thinking, pressing against her throbbing clit through the fabric.
Watching proud, proper Eliza broken like this... it was the hottest thing she'd ever seen.
Seiji noticed her squirming. He smirked but said nothing, focusing on Eliza.
He released her hair and grabbed both her hips, pulling her back to meet each thrust. The sound of flesh slapping flesh grew louder, faster. Eliza's moans turned into continuous wailing.
"Cumming—I'm cumming—SEIJI—!"
Her whole body seized up. Her pussy spasmed wildly around his cock, milking him, her juices gushing out around his shaft and dripping down her thighs. Her legs gave out completely but he held her up, still fucking her through her orgasm.
"One," he counted.
He didn't stop. Didn't even slow down.
"W-wait—too sensitive—I can't—AHHHH!"
A second orgasm crashed through her before the first one finished. Then a third. Eliza's mind went white. She couldn't think, couldn't speak, could only take it as he used her spasming cunt like a toy.
Finally, after her fourth orgasm, Seiji pulled out.
Eliza collapsed onto the desk, twitching, a puddle of her own cum spreading beneath her. Her pussy gaped open, clenching around nothing, desperate to be filled again.
Seiji's cock was drenched in her juices but still hard as steel. He turned to Kikuri.
"Your turn. Get over here."
Kikuri's legs moved before her brain caught up. She practically ran to him, dropping to her knees.
"Let me clean it first, Seiji-sama," she purred.
She grabbed his cock with both hands and stuffed it into her mouth, moaning at the taste of Eliza all over him. Her tongue swirled around the head, lapping up every drop of her friend's cum.
"Mmm... Eliza tastes so good..."
She deepthroated him eagerly, gagging herself on his length, drool running down her chin. Her head bobbed frantically as she worshipped his cock.
Eliza lifted her head weakly, watching through glazed eyes.
"Kikuri... you slut..." she breathed, but there was no real anger in it. Just exhaustion.
Seiji grabbed Kikuri's hair and fucked her throat for a minute, enjoying her enthusiastic gagging, then pulled her off.
"Clothes off. Bend over next to her."
Kikuri stripped in seconds, tossing her clothes aside carelessly. She positioned herself on the desk right beside Eliza, both of them bent over, asses in the air, pussies on display.
Side by side. Like offerings.
"Please," Kikuri begged, wiggling her hips. "Put it in me. I need it so bad."
Seiji admired the view—two beautiful women presenting themselves to him. Eliza's pussy was red and swollen from abuse, still leaking cum. Kikuri's was pink and eager, visibly clenching with anticipation.
He chose Kikuri first.
"YESSS!"
She came the instant he bottomed out. Her pussy was even tighter than Eliza's, and wetter—she'd been edging herself watching the whole show.
Seiji didn't give her time to recover. He grabbed her hips and started pounding her hard and fast, each thrust making her ass ripple.
"Oh god oh fuck oh god—so big—you're splitting me open—!"
Kikuri's dirty mouth ran nonstop, screaming her pleasure for the whole building to hear.
Eliza watched, face inches away, as her friend took the same cock that had just wrecked her. Watching Kikuri enjoy it so shamelessly... it pissed her off.
But it also made her horny again.
Seiji noticed. He reached over and shoved three fingers into Eliza's sloppy hole without warning.
"AH—!"
"Don't just watch," he ordered. "Keep yourself ready."
He fingered Eliza while pounding Kikuri, making them both moan in tandem.
Then he switched. Pulled out of Kikuri mid-stroke, leaving her whining, and slammed into Eliza instead.
"FUCK YES!"
Back and forth he went. Kikuri. Eliza. Kikuri. Eliza. Never letting either of them fully recover, keeping them both on the edge of madness.
"Kiss each other," he commanded.
They obeyed without hesitation. Their lips met sloppily, tongues tangling, moaning into each other's mouths as Seiji used them.
"Now Kikuri—eat her pussy while I fuck you from behind."
Kikuri slid off the desk and positioned herself between Eliza's legs. She buried her face in her friend's cunt, licking and sucking like she was starving for it.
"Oh shit—Kikuri—your tongue—!" Eliza grabbed her hair, grinding against her face.
Seiji mounted Kikuri from behind, driving into her while she ate Eliza out. A perfect chain of pleasure.
This went on for an hour. Maybe longer.
By the end, both women had cum more times than they could count. They lay on the office floor in a tangle of sweaty limbs, cum dripping from both their holes—Seiji had finished inside each of them twice.
Eliza's pussy was a ruined mess, leaking thick white cum down her thighs. Kikuri wasn't much better, her stomach slightly bulging from how much he'd pumped into her.
Seiji stood over them, finally satisfied, tucking himself back into his pants.
"Now," he said calmly, "about that contract. Any objections?"
Kikuri managed a weak, cum-drunk smile. "Nope... we'll sign anything... just promise you'll fuck us like that again..."
Eliza couldn't even form words. She just nodded weakly, too fucked-out to care about pride anymore.
"Good. There's a shower next door. Clean up, then sign."
An hour later.
Iwashita Shima was starting to get nervous.
Eliza and Kikuri had gone with Seiji three hours ago.
Even if they were chatting, it shouldn't take that long, right?
She glanced toward the door again and again, worry and unease written all over her face.
"Want something to drink, Iwashita-senpai?" Ryo asked casually, pretending not to notice.
"No, thank you," Shima replied politely. She wasn't in the mood for drinks.
Time dragged on, and her anxiety kept building.
Just as she was about to get up, her two bandmates finally returned.
"Thank goodness, you... "
Shima's words caught in her throat.
The first to enter was Kikuri... her cheeks flushed, her expression lazy and content in a way Shima had never seen before.
She looked… drunk on happiness, like she'd had the best drink of her life.
Her usually messy hair was slightly damp, clinging to her face and neck, as if she'd just come out of a sauna.
Her lips looked a bit swollen.
And she was walking oddly... her legs unsteady, as though she'd just finished a marathon.
Right behind her came Eliza.
If Kikuri looked satisfied, Eliza looked conflicted.
Her expression was soft, almost pleased, but her eyes... those eyes were resisting something. The mix of emotions was impossible to read.
"Kikuri! Eliza! You two... " Shima rushed forward, demanding answers.
"Ah… Shimaaa~" Kikuri greeted her with a more teasing smile than usual, sticking her tongue out and licking her reddened lips as if reliving a memory.
"We just had a nice, long chat with Fujiwara-sensei."
"I-Is that so?" Shima asked, clearly unconvinced.
"Yeah," Eliza said with her usual gentle smile. "We lost track of time. Sorry to keep you waiting."
"Really?" Shima frowned. Something definitely felt off.
"Anyway, Shima," Kikuri cut in. "About that contract… I've decided. I'm signing. I'm joining your label!"
"What?" Shima snapped.
You're making decisions without talking it over? Did you get drunk again or what?
"I'm signing too," Eliza said quietly.
Two votes to one.
Shima stared at them, bewildered.
What kind of charm did this Seiji have?
Just one meeting, and the two most stubborn, freedom-loving members of the band folded completely?
Shima fell silent, deep in thought.
She hadn't planned to sign, but with both of them agreeing, she couldn't exactly oppose it now.
After a moment, she sighed and said, "Alright… I'll sign too."
Soon, under Ryo's guidance, SICKHACK officially signed the contract.
Then Ryo led the three to tour Genesis's subsidiary music label.
The further they went, the more stunned they became.
The facilities were luxurious... top-tier.
And when they saw the label's massive "music vault," they were speechless.
"All these songs…"
Ryo picked a few at random and played them.
The three of them were instantly blown away.
Such quality... songs that even top producers could only write during moments of divine inspiration.
And there were over three thousand of them in the vault?!
"The company's treatment isn't bad, right?" Ryo asked with a faint smile.
The three nodded furiously.
Not bad?
It was paradise... a promised land flowing with milk and honey!
No... this place was heaven for musicians.
And when they learned that Genesis would not only cover all their living expenses but also provide Kikuri with a personal therapist and sobriety counselor, plus a top legal team to clean up her debt issues…
Shima was completely stunned.
She looked at her two quiet bandmates, guilt and gratitude softening her voice.
"I'm sorry," she said quietly. "My stubbornness almost made us miss out on this opportunity. Kikuri, Eliza… thank you for sticking with it."
At that, Kikuri and Eliza both froze.
They turned away, their cheeks reddening.
The truth was... they hadn't thought that far.
They'd only signed because Seiji told them to.