The Second Livestock Secretary
"Before we sign the contract, there's something I need to make crystal clear."
"Speak."
"First off, once the debt is paid in full, this all ends, right?"
"That's correct. I'm not the sort of coward who'd lie about something like that."
"One more thing. No matter what acts you demand, please allow me to use contraception."
"That'll be up to you."
The old man flashed his teeth in a grin.
"Finally, promise you won't make me do anything that endangers my life."
"I promise that too."
"……All right. I just need to sign my name?"
At that, the old man held up two fingers.
"I've granted you two conditions, so it's only fair I get two of my own."
"……Go ahead."
"First, no contact with your husband."
"……!"
"Second, I may tattoo your body."
"What the hell!!"
Fuji exploded in outrage.
"That's the second time you've raised your voice in my mansion. No one's ever left unscathed after shouting here. Last chance—sit quietly."
Fuji clamped his mouth shut, chilled by the old man's palpable killing intent.
"What kind of tattoo?"
Shiori asked, her face etched with unease.
"Exactly what it sounds like—etching dye into the scar tissue of wounds on your skin."
"That's not what I meant."
"I'll keep it to areas clothes can cover. To avoid issues, I'll have a doctor do it. Satisfied now?"
There was no room left for negotiation. In fact, this was tolerable. Terrifying as tattoos were, it was a condition she could live with.
"Understood."
"Good. Now sign the contract."
As soon as Shiori finished signing, the old man spoke in a grave tone.
"The contract takes effect immediately. Time to inspect the secretary's body. Strip naked right here."
"……What? You think Shiori would do something that ridiculous?!"
Fuji sputtered, beside himself with fury. But the old man's eyes bored into me like daggers.
"……I understand."
I gritted my teeth and stepped forward.
"……Shiori, what are you doing?"
"I have no choice. I'm just following the contract."
"Not a bad attitude."
"Don't get the wrong idea. This isn't because I like you."
"Whatever."
The old man snorted derisively, glaring at Shiori. I quietly bowed my head before him and began unbuttoning my crisp blouse.
"……."
With the last button undone, my bra-clad breasts came into view—full and enticing.
"Impressive size. Feels like they'd be a handful."
Even as he insulted me, Fuji said nothing, his hands trembling with rage.
"Now the skirt."
I slid it down to my ankles, revealing the sharp panty line cutting into my plump, voluptuous ass. The fabric had wedged deep into the cleft.
The old man's eyes gleamed like a predator sizing up prey.
"Now that's a sight worth savoring."
He licked his lips, his gaze roving hungrily over Shiori's body. His stare filled me with dread.
"Won't see the full picture with underwear on, will you?"
This was a man I'd only just met today. Stripping bare before him was mortifying. But he held our family's future in his hands. With no choice, I reached back to unhook my bra.
As it fell away, my confined breasts bounced free, firm and buoyant.
"Hold on. I'll remove the panties myself."
The old man approached Shiori, still bare-chested, and hooked his fingers into her panties. He tugged them down slowly, exposing her dark bush. Shame welled up, tears pricking my eyes. Nothing shielded Shiori's pussy now.
"……Is this enough?"
"Not yet. We need measurements."
"Measurements?"
A man in a white coat entered the drawing room.
"Chairman."
He bowed deeply and eyed me.
"Shall we begin?"
The old man nodded. From the coat and talk of exams, he seemed to be a doctor.
"Spread your legs and place your hands behind your head."
That pose, naked, would expose everything intimate. But I had no right to refuse. I assumed the position at once. My thick bush parted to reveal the raw slits of my pussy and asshole.
"Commencing examination."
The doctor bowed to the chairman again, donned rubber gloves, and began groping my body.
"…H-hey, where are you touching?!"
Ignoring my flinch, he kneaded my breasts and measured their girth with a tape.
"Excellent size. B87."
"Not bad."
"She's a mother anyway, so no virginity down there. Clean up that bush, though? I can't stand hairy."
"Understood."
The doctor produced a spray can and a small blade.
"Hold still. One slip and you'll get nicked."
As he sprayed white foam on my mound—
"Wait. Let the husband shave her. All right?"
Fuji glared at the old man with pure hatred. This was deliberate humiliation.
"……I'll do it."
Fuji's eyes blazed with fury.
Fuji took the razor from the doctor and approached me. Shiori's naked body was familiar, but never exposed like this before others.
"Shiori—er, Mrs. Shiori. Thrust your hips out more so your husband can shave easily."
That would make it even more degrading. Even for a spouse, it wasn't a sight to flaunt. But the old man's command was absolute. I arched my back. Fuji looked shocked.
"Hurry it up. I need to train the secretary."
Fuji's hand finally moved. With each stroke, the hair on my lower body vanished. Only when it was all gone could I end this humiliating pose.
"Nice and smooth. How's it feel, madam?"
"……It's."
"I can tell. Utterly alien, right? First time seeing your pussy so bald."
I nodded silently.
"No worries. I won't make you do anything dangerous. That was just my preference."
Even so, Fuji's anger simmered.
"You'll need to learn secretary duties, so follow me."
"Yes……."
"Fuji, wasn't it? Shouldn't you be with your son?"
A dismissal, plain and simple. Fuji ground his teeth but obeyed. This must be what the doctor meant by family problems.
I shot Fuji a look: It's okay. We won't break over this. He nodded, understanding, and said nothing more.
As Fuji left, I followed the old man.
"Can't go out like that. Here's your secretary uniform."
The clothes laid out before me felt off.
"No undergarments except these from now on."
Black panties, but the crotch was thick, like something was embedded inside.
"……You've installed something in them?"
"Sharp. It's a model with a mini-vibrator."
"……."
"Don't like it? You could go without. No panties under a skirt isn't bad."
"No, that's fine."
The underwear was just the vibrating panties—no bra.
"The outfit……."
A relatively normal suit lay nearby.
"Wear this outside. Can't have you stripping in public."
Outside. So inside is different?
My dread proved right.
"Change into this indoors."
A skin-tight corset-style leotard, with the chest cut out—just enough to cinch the waist. I clenched my jaw. Humiliating, but better than full nudity. At least it covered my pussy.
"Dress quickly. Busy day ahead."
"Yes."
I slipped on the panties, feeling the bulky protrusion press against my mound. Over it went the secretary suit, completing the professional look. The old man smiled.
"Not bad. They'll buy you as a secretary outside."
"……Yes."
"Can't call you 'madam' in public, so it's Shiori from now on. Any issue?"
"None."
"Good. Let's go."
He pocketed something and headed to the garage. As I followed, a low buzz hummed from my crotch.