The smile on Seiji Fujiwara's face deepened as he opened the door again.
Standing outside was PA-san, wearing carefully done makeup, a tight knit top, and a leather mini skirt that showed off every curve.
"Good evening—"
She froze the moment she saw the two people inside. Even her usual lazy smile vanished.
"Seika…? Eliza…?"
PA-san stared at them in shock.
One glance at their outfits, then at Seiji Fujiwara's calm, in-control expression, and she understood everything.
So that was it. Tonight wasn't one-on-one.
It was the three of them.
The three women exchanged silent looks.
Shame, awkwardness, anger, disbelief—emotions flickered across their faces before sinking into a dead, suffocating silence.
All those confident "we're safe" messages they'd sent in the group chat now felt like loud slaps across their own faces.
"Heh…"
Seiji Fujiwara's laugh broke the silence, pleased and victorious.
"Looks like everyone's here."
He stepped forward slowly.
All three of them tensed instinctively as he approached, eyes filled with nerves.
He stopped in front of Seika Ijichi first.
She tried to step back, but her legs felt like they were filled with lead.
Seiji reached out, lifting her chin with a finger, forcing her to meet his eyes. He said nothing—just gave her a look.
Seika shuddered violently, her face burning red all the way to her ears.
Without another glance, he turned to Eliza.
Like a startled rabbit, Eliza backed herself into the wall, clutching the hem of her skirt.
Seiji leaned in and whispered, "Go change. You know what to wear, right?"
Eliza bit her lip so hard it almost bled, her eyes filled with embarrassment.
Finally, he stopped in front of PA-san.
He didn't say anything—just looked at her.
PA-san let out a complicated sigh.
She glanced at Seika and Eliza, then at Seiji. In the end, she gave a self-mocking smile, as if giving up on something entirely.
Seiji settled into the armchair and loosened his tie. One look at Seika and she came to him without being told—conditioned.
He worked her blouse open, one button at a time, watching her breath quicken. Slid it off her shoulders. Her bra came next, and she shivered when cool air touched bare skin. He palmed her breast, rolling her nipple between his fingers until she whimpered.
Her skirt pooled at her feet. He tugged her panties down—already soaked through—and she stepped out of them. Naked in front of him while he stayed fully clothed.
He pulled her onto his lap and pushed two fingers inside her without warning. She was dripping. Her hips rocked against his hand as he fingered her slow, curling to find that spot, thumb circling her clit. Right when she was about to come, he pulled out.
He brought his slick fingers to her lips. She sucked them clean.
He kissed her hard, tongue deep in her mouth, one hand fisted in her hair while the other freed his cock. Then he pushed her down to her knees. She took him in her mouth the way he'd trained her—wet, sloppy, gagging when he hit the back of her throat. He let her work until his cock was slick with spit.
He yanked her up by her hair and spun her around. She reached between her legs, guided him to her entrance, and sank down inch by inch until she'd taken all of him.
Eliza watched, frozen in place.
Seiji snapped his fingers and pointed at her bag. She stripped—cardigan, blouse, bra falling away to let her heavy tits spill free. Skirt, stockings, panties last. The elf costume barely qualified as clothing—sheer fabric and straps that left her nipples and pussy visible through the material.
He grabbed her tit when she got close enough, squeezing until she gasped. Then pointed behind the chair. She pressed her breasts around his head and he turned to suck one nipple into his mouth.
Seika tried to move on his cock. He grabbed her hip and held her still.
PA-san was last. She knelt between their legs, looking at where Seika was stretched around him. Then she opened her mouth and extended her tongue—forked at the tip like a snake's.
Seika's eyes went wide.
One half of that tongue wrapped around Seiji's shaft where it met Seika's entrance. The other found her clit and started flicking.
Seika screamed.
She'd been struggling to take him—he was big, and this position made it worse—but PA-san's tongue on her clit sent electricity through her spine. Her thighs shook. Her hips bucked involuntarily.
And she slipped.
His cock popped free of her pussy and caught on something tighter. Her weight was already coming down—the head pushed past her rim before she could stop it.
"Ah—!"
Her ass swallowed him easily. She'd prepped for this, knew he'd want it eventually. But the sudden switch without warning made her gasp. PA-san's tongue was still working her clit, and the dual sensation—full in her ass, tongue on her clit—made her head spin.
Seiji grabbed her hips and thrust up, burying himself deeper.
Seika moaned. Her ass took him better than her pussy did at this angle. PA-san kept licking, and Seika's empty cunt clenched around nothing, dripping onto PA-san's chin.
"Eliza."
The single word was a command.
Eliza moved around to the front without being told. She knelt and took Seika's nipple into her mouth.
Seika gasped—Seiji's cock in her ass, PA-san's tongue on her clit, Eliza's mouth on her breast. Too much. She stopped fighting and just took it.
Seiji started moving. Shallow at first, then longer, deeper strokes.
Plap. Plap. Plap.
His hips slapped against her ass each time he bottomed out. PA-san's tongue worked her clit while lapping at his balls on every thrust.
Seika came hard, her whole body seizing, ass clenching around him. She squirted all over PA-san's face while her empty pussy spasmed.
He fucked her through it. When she went limp, he lifted her off. Her asshole gaped, twitching.
PA-san stood and stripped off her shorts. She straddled him and sank down in one smooth motion, taking him to the hilt. Already soaked—she'd been getting off on all of it.
She rode him hard, hips rolling, grinding her clit against him on every downstroke. Her forked tongue hung out, dripping.
Plap. Plap. Plap.
Seiji pulled Eliza down and kissed her while PA-san rode him. Then pushed her head between their legs. Eliza licked where they were joined, tasting them both.
PA-san moaned and ground down harder.
The night blurred after that. Seiji took all three of them, multiple times, every combination. PA-san on her back with her tongue buried in Seika while he fucked her from behind. Eliza bent over the couch while Seika held her wrists. Seika riding him again—pussy this time—while the other two kissed him.
At some point, they ended up in the bedroom. At some point, Seika begged him to fuck her ass again—properly this time, with lube, with preparation. At some point, Eliza discovered she liked having her hair pulled hard enough to hurt. At some point, PA-san came so many times her voice gave out.
By the time exhaustion finally claimed them, the sheets were ruined. All three women were marked—bite marks on their necks and breasts, fingerprint bruises on their hips and thighs, dried cum on their stomachs and between their legs.
Seiji was already asleep when they finally collapsed around him.
The next morning.
All three women woke up almost at the same time.
They lay on the same bed, their bodies covered in overlapping, intimate marks. No one could say a word.
None of them could believe that the person who had cooperated so thoroughly to please Seiji last night… was herself.
The room fell into silence.
Then—
Knock, knock, knock.
A gentle knock came from the door.
"Senpai, breakfast is ready."
It was Megumi Kato's voice.
Calm. Soft. Completely ordinary.
And yet, that calm voice cut through the silence like a sharp blade, dragging them brutally back to reality.
"Got it!!"
Like startled rabbits, the three scrambled out of bed, grabbing scattered clothes and fleeing toward three different bathrooms.
Soon, the sound of running water filled the room.
When they finally emerged—washed, dressed, and composed—Seiji was already seated at the head of the dining table.
"Awake? Come eat," he said with a smile, as if last night had been nothing more than a dream.
Seika, Eliza, and PA-san sat down stiffly, faces flushed, heads lowered, avoiding each other's eyes.
After last night, the idea of resisting no longer even crossed their minds.
Beside them, Megumi calmly poured milk for the three senpai as well.
Watching them sit there like defeated roosters—heads down, faces red—she silently shook her head.
Just like I thought…
Once Fujiwara-sensei makes a move, no woman can hold out.
After the silent, painfully awkward breakfast, the three women each took out their phones.
Without speaking, as if sharing an unspoken understanding, they opened LINE, found the small group labeled Shimokitazawa Resistance Front, and tapped "Leave Group Chat."
From that moment on, the "Boundary Alliance" became history.
The sun rose as usual. Traffic flowed on.
But for Seika, Eliza, and PA-san, the world they saw was now tinted with the color of Seiji.
STARRY live house
Afternoon sunlight filtered through the windows, casting mottled shadows across the floor.
Seika sat behind the bar, absentmindedly wiping a glass that was already spotless.
"Sis, you've been kinda… how do I put this… way gentler lately."
Her sister Nijika's voice suddenly rang out, startling her so badly she nearly dropped the glass.
"Huh? I—I have?" Seika steadied it in a panic, avoiding her sister's eyes. "M-maybe I've just been less busy recently."
"...That's super suspicious!"
Nijika leaned on the counter, staring at her seriously. "Before, whenever you mentioned Seiji, you were either grinding your teeth or looking totally fed up. But at yesterday's meeting, you were so polite when reporting to him. He even patted your shoulder, and you didn't dodge!"
Her words pierced straight into Seika's heart.
She clearly remembered it—yesterday, during Seiji Fujiwara's inspection, he'd squeezed her shoulder with just enough pressure, right in front of everyone.
Only the two of them knew what it meant.
That familiar jolt had shot through her body, making her heart race.
"T-that's because he's a major shareholder! The boss! Of course I have to be respectful at work!" Seika protested, though her voice lacked conviction.
"Is that so—?" Nijika dragged out the words, frowning. "I thought you'd finally come around and realized Seiji's actually pretty decent."
"Well, either way, it's good you respect him at work."
"You've really matured, sis."
Looking at her sister's bright, innocent smile, Seika felt a mix of emotions.
Relief that Nijika hadn't noticed the truth—and guilt over the lie.
Mature?
No. She'd just been completely conquered, turned into a docile sheep who no longer dared to resist.
Just then, her phone vibrated.
A message from Seiji.
[Seiji: Storage room.]
Just three words.
And yet, her breath caught the moment she read them.
Her cheeks heated uncontrollably, desire stirring deep inside her.
"Nijika, watch the shop for a bit. I—I'll go organize the alcohol in the storage room."
She set down the glass and hurried off.
"Huh? Didn't you just tidy it up this morning?" Nijika watched her leave, scratching her head. "Guess sis has been really motivated lately."
The storage room was narrow and dim, packed with bottles and supplies.
Seiji was already there, leaning against a shelf, smiling as she entered.
Seika walked over without a word and locked the door behind her.
The moment she heard the click, all pretense fell away.
She threw herself into his arms.
Genesis Company recording studio
"Eliza, your condition keeps getting better!"
The top producer praised Eliza after the recording ended. "Your emotional control has improved a lot. Especially that final high note—it's full of vitality, and… a kind of overflowing happiness."
"R-really? Hehe…" Eliza scratched her head shyly, a suspicious blush creeping onto her cheeks.
Of course she was full of "overflowing happiness."
She'd just finished Seiji Fujiwara's "private coaching" that morning. The warmth was still lingering inside her.
Nearby, Shima Iwashita nodded in agreement. "It's true. You're glowing lately. And you don't resist the company's commercial arrangements like you used to."
"Because I realized," Eliza said smoothly, smiling flawlessly, "that chasing your dreams really does feel amazing."
"Still," Shima said with concern, "you've been so busy lately. You leave right after practice and never join us anymore. Are you overworking yourself?"
"No, no!" Eliza waved her hands quickly, her blush deepening. "I'm totally fine! Really! Better than ever!"
Shima studied her.
Eliza looked radiant—healthy, energetic, more attractive than ever.
So she really does want the Band to succeed that badly… Shima thought. Maybe the process of Growth has just filled her with energy.
She didn't sense anything wrong—only felt happy for her friend.
Then Eliza's phone vibrated.
She glanced at it, lips tightening.
[Seiji: Bathroom.]
That commanding tone again.
Her legs went weak. The front was already full—if they kept going, there was only one option left.
Her face flushed as excitement surged.
"Uh… I—I need to use the bathroom!" she said hastily before bolting out of the studio.
That night.
PA-san's apartment.
"Why isn't the streamer talking again today?"
"And she died again—she was right in front of the enemy!"
"So many mistakes! Without S around, is she showing her true level?"
The chat in PA-san's livestream was full of confusion and complaints.
On-screen, her character wandered the map aimlessly, crashing into walls and firing at empty space.
Her gameplay was a disaster.
But if the camera pulled back—
PA-san sat in her gaming chair, body trembling, breathing uneven, her face caught between restraint and indulgence.
Seiji stood behind her, one hand on the chair, the other roaming freely beneath her tight knit top.
Every touch sent a shiver through her body, making it impossible to focus.
"Mmm…" She bit her lip hard, not daring to make a sound.
Not because of the mic—it was already muted.
But because once she did, she wouldn't be able to stop.
The shame and thrill of being toyed with in front of thousands of viewers made her brain feel like it was melting.
She wasn't about to let this end so soon.
Bang!
Distracted again, she was killed.
"Not focused enough," Seiji whispered into her ear. "Looks like your punishment needs to be harsher."
He increased the pressure.
"Ah!"
PA-san finally cried out.
The stream ended abruptly.
She collapsed into the chair, unable to move even a finger.
Her phone chimed—a message from a female viewer.
[Kaka-chan: Paloer-san, are you okay? Your streams haven't been great lately. Are you too tired? Make sure you rest.]
Reading the concern, PA-san felt a twinge of guilt.
She sighed and replied.
[Paloer: I'm fine, just busy with work. I'll rest and be okay. Thanks for worrying.]
[Kaka-chan: That's good!]
[Kaka-chan: Let's team up again once you're better!]
[Paloer: Sure!]
The room fell quiet again.