The Kurotsukidoo Purge
The Taira Foods headquarters in Daisen City, Akita Prefecture.
We parked in the spacious lot outside the main building and headed straight for the conference room where Nagumo Shian was waiting. Even though it was the dead of night, she and the Taira Foods executives were still wide awake, patiently sitting there for us.
“You’ve all worked hard. If we hadn’t hired East Weapon and Seryu Military Company, the entire Akita Prefecture would have fallen into Kurotsukidoo’s hands.”
She was right. If we’d left the job to any ordinary PMC, they would have been wiped out by Tang Xiaohua before they even realized what was happening. Of course, without Sawayanagi Azuma or me on our side, we probably would have been annihilated too…
Come to think of it, even if I hadn’t been there, Sawayanagi Azuma could have used her precognition to spot Tang Xiaohua and taken her out from a safe distance with East Weapon’s long-range artillery. There was no point wasting time thinking about things that never happened.
“So the head of Kurotsukidoo’s Northeast Asia branch, Tang Xiaohua, was in Senboku, and DTMS got completely wiped out because they got greedy for glory?”
“Yes. After we gained the upper hand in Kakunodate, DTMS volunteered to take the lead, probably hoping to claim some credit. They managed to inflict near-total casualties on the regular Kurotsukidoo soldiers in Senboku, but in the end, Tang Xiaohua killed every last one of them single-handedly.”
When Nagumo Shian asked for more details, Mimata Chieri calmly explained the situation. One of the executives shot up from his seat, slammed his fist on the table, and shouted in disbelief. The man was a middle-aged executive with a shiny bald head.
“How is that possible?! How could hundreds of men die to a single person? Don’t tell me you attacked DTMS from behind to steal the credit!”
Was this guy insane? No matter how much I hated DTMS’s commander, Iwate Motohito, they were still allies. There was no reason for us to stab them in the back. Sure, I knew they’d get wiped out and didn’t stop them, but that didn’t make their annihilation our fault.
“Executive Iwate! Watch your tongue!”
Nagumo Shian quietly rebuked him. The bald man, Iwate, sat back down with a look of pure resentment. Ah… Iwate. So he shared the same surname as Iwate Motohito.
They must have been close relatives. He was probably so devastated by his relative’s death that he couldn’t accept reality and was lashing out at us instead.
“We have drone footage from the reconnaissance team. It should explain the entire battle.”
“Hmm. Then let’s watch the video. Executive Iwate, if the footage proves your accusation wrong, you will be held accountable. Understood?”
Once Mimata Chieri mentioned the video and Nagumo Shian warned him about taking responsibility, the man finally flinched and offered us an apology.
“S-sorry… I lost my composure when I heard my beloved nephew had been killed.”
So he was the uncle. Even after Iwate apologized, Nagumo Shian continued staring at him with a stern expression.
“No matter how much you loved your nephew, I cannot tolerate you trying to pin the blame on innocent people. Play the video.”
At her command, Mimata Chieri projected the footage onto the large screen mounted on one wall of the conference room.
The video began with DTMS entering Senboku Municipal Middle School. Just as Mimata Chieri, Seryu-tai, and I remembered, the events unfolded exactly as they had happened.
Tang Xiaohua appeared, parting the crowd of soldiers. Everyone except Iwate Motohito died from the lethal poison hidden within the dust cloud. Then the scene showed Iwate Motohito trying to flee, only to be pierced by the green beam Tang Xiaohua fired and collapsing dead. Not a single frame had been altered.
Executive Iwate stared at the screen in a daze, clearly shocked by the sight of his nephew’s death. When the video ended, Nagumo Shian turned to him.
“Executive Iwate, you are suspended for one week. Consider it a leave of absence as well. Go and prepare your nephew’s funeral.”
So she was giving him both punishment and vacation at the same time. The man bowed his head with a gloomy expression, thanked her, and left the conference room.
“Now we can speak freely. Every executive of Taira Foods present here is one of my people.”
That meant Executive Iwate belonged to a different faction. Probably one of the three potential successors. If he had been aligned with old man Taira Danjo, Nagumo Shian wouldn’t have dismissed him so openly.
“Tang Xiaohua’s poison is powerful at close and medium range, but she has a weakness against long-range sniping. That’s how we took her out.”
Since we didn’t know what the other executives might say later, we stuck to the story we had agreed on during the drive—that we had eliminated her with a sniper shot. A few more questions and answers followed before it was finally time for Nagumo Shian to discuss compensation.
“Of course I will pay the promised reward. And East Weapon—would you be willing to handle security for Taira Foods for at least six months? With DTMS gone, our own security force alone won’t be enough.”
“We’d be happy to.”
It was great news. Six months of steady, relatively safe work that would bring in consistent money. Mimata Chieri smiled and nodded enthusiastically.
“Seryu Military Company accomplished far more than we anticipated, so I’ll be giving you a very generous bonus.”
“Really? Thank you so much!”
A big bonus… Sawayanagi Azuma looked absolutely adorable, beaming like a child. Since Seryu Military Company was only a ten-man outfit, even with my recommendation they probably hadn’t expected much. No one could have predicted we would retake Yurihonjo City from the rear and rack up so many achievements.
“We’ll discuss the rest tomorrow. It’s far too late now. All executives who stayed awake, along with the representatives from East Weapon and Seryu Military Company, should get a full night’s sleep and return to the conference room by eleven.”
It was already four in the morning. If we went back to our lodgings, showered, and slept, we could get about five hours. I was fine, but the others had to be exhausted.
“We’ve already reserved hotel rooms for President Mimata Chieri and the Seryu Military Company personnel. Please follow me.”
Nagumo Shian’s secretary spoke up and gestured for them to follow. I was about to go with them when her voice called out from behind me.
“Ryuta, you stay. Tonight you’ll sleep at my house. Your father used to stay over at our place when he was young, you know.”
She used my late father, Saburo, as an excuse, but there was certainly a lot we needed to talk about. There was the favor I could ask of her, the mithril mine, the fact that we had captured Tang Xiaohua alive—there were plenty of things to discuss.
“Ah… aah…!”
Mimata Chieri looked at me with desperate, longing eyes, like someone who couldn’t go see the premiere of their favorite movie genre because of a scheduling conflict. She really was an impossible senior.
Nagumo Shian and I followed a different secretary—not the one escorting Mimata Chieri and Seryu-tai—to the president’s private parking area and got into a limousine. Once inside, Nagumo Shian pressed a button on the door panel, raising the partition between us and the driver. She didn’t want the chauffeur overhearing our conversation.
“Did you kill Tang Xiaohua, Ryuta?”
“I didn’t kill her. I knocked her unconscious. She’s locked inside a sealed container, so there’s no need to worry.”
“As I thought…”
Nagumo Shian nodded as if my answer confirmed what she had already suspected. Then she stared directly into my face. Her beautiful eyes swirled with a storm of emotions—expectation and fear, embarrassment and excitement. I gazed into those contradictory feelings.
“That’s right. I promised that if this operation succeeded, I would grant you one wish. What do you desire?”
I swallowed once at her question. What should I say? I couldn’t just blurt out, “Spread your pussy for me, sis,” so I needed to find something a little more appropriate.
“Sister, I want you.”
That should be enough. I kept my eyes locked on hers as I spoke. Nagumo Shian, who had been staring back at me, gave a small smile.
“I see. From the very beginning, your eyes have been devouring my body with the passionate gaze of a starving beast. Normally that would have been extremely unpleasant, but strangely… those eyes didn’t disgust me. In fact, I couldn’t stop thinking about them.”
“Thank you for seeing it that way, Sister.”
The atmosphere inside the limousine was slowly heating up. I shifted my hips slightly, moving closer to her. But just then the limousine came to a stop with a soft screech, and the driver’s voice came through the speaker.
“Hehe. I’ll show you to your room, so wait for me there. I’ll wash up and come to you…”
Nagumo Shian smiled like a young girl, lightly tapped the tip of my nose with her index finger, then mischievously slipped out of the car alone and headed inside. Following the secretary’s guidance, I was shown to the guest room where I would spend the night. As expected of the guest quarters in the home of the president of Taira Foods—the most powerful force in Akita Prefecture—it was an exceptionally nice room.
I immediately stripped off my clothes and headed to the private bath attached to the room to wash up. It had been quite a while since I’d had sex, so my cock was already swollen to the point of bursting. Whether it was because I was finally going to embrace the woman I had been eyeing for so long, or simply because I hadn’t done it in days, my massive serpent was already raging with impatience.
After finishing my shower, I put on the bathrobe prepared for guests and sat on the bed. The door opened. It was Nagumo Shian. Instead of her usual tightly wrapped kimono, she was wearing a loose yukata meant for sleeping that generously revealed her cleavage. With breasts as large as hers, the outfit naturally drew the eye.
“Hehe… Does it look ugly?”
“Ugly?! There isn’t a single person in the world who could look at you and say something like that, Sister.”
When she asked shyly, I answered with absolute conviction.
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