The Talent Development Center
I need to use the bathroom….
Shinone Misano, who had been downing sweet potato soju like it was water, staggered slightly as she rose from her seat. She had nearly finished an entire 720-milliliter bottle by herself, yet she barely seemed drunk. Even now, though her steps were a little unsteady, her mind looked completely clear.
Just as I was thinking, Damn, our team leader can really hold her liquor, Kurakake Kuma cleared his throat and muttered, “Uh, me too… bathroom,” before standing up and heading in the same direction. I noticed him subtly patting the inside pocket of his jacket. Come to think of it, wasn’t that where he kept the sleep spray?
The moment I realized the bastard was up to no good, I quickly said, “I’ll head to the bathroom too,” and followed after him. Since simply catching him wouldn’t stop him from denying everything, I started recording a video. Sure enough, the footage captured him spraying Shinone Misano as she emerged from the restroom and knocking her out cold. I even got a clear shot of her collapsing.
As I wondered whether I should confront him right then, a devil whispered in my ear: Kurakake Kuma has already set the whole table for you. All you have to do is pick up the spoon.
That’s true. I nodded far too easily at the devil’s suggestion. First, I returned to my seat while capturing a still image from the video—the exact moment Kurakake Kuma sprayed Shinone Misano.
When I sat back down, Kurakake Kuma was already playing the perfect gentleman, supporting the unconscious Shinone Misano and bringing her back to the table. I caught a faint whisper: “That’s strange? The team leader has an insane tolerance… why is she completely out already?” It seemed she was well-known around the office as a heavy drinker.
“This is bad. Shinone seems really drunk—she passed out on the way to the bathroom. As deputy team leader, I think I should take her home.”
At Kurakake Kuma’s words, the other employees—who clearly didn’t want to deal with a drunk superior during a company dinner—nodded in agreement. But I wasn’t about to let that happen.
“Still, it’s a company dinner. The person with the most responsibility is drunk, so the deputy should stay and hold down the fort. As the youngest here, I’ll take the team leader home.”
The moment I finished speaking, I sent the captured photo to Kurakake Kuma via LINE. He glared at me, but when his phone buzzed and he checked it, his eyes widened like he’d seen a ghost. Forcing a smile, he nodded stiffly.
“Now that I think about it, you’re right. You should take her.”
“Understood. I’ll head out first, seniors.”
I bowed politely to the senior employees seated around the round table.
“Good work, Junior.”
Mimata Chieri’s bright, cheerful voice rang out.
“See you Monday, seniors.”
“Hehe, let’s trade lunches again on Monday~!”
After exchanging goodbyes with Mimata Chieri, I took Shinone Misano from Kurakake Kuma, supported her weight, and headed out of the restaurant.
“Enjoy yourselves. I’ll just walk her to the taxi stand and come right back.”
Kurakake Kuma’s voice followed us from behind. I pretended not to hear and kept walking, holding up Shinone Misano.
“Hey! Stop right there!”
I paused when I heard Kurakake Kuma calling after me.
“What is it?”
“H-how are you going to handle this?!”
At his frantic question, I gave him a cold, mocking smile.
“Who knows?”
“Y-you bastard!”
Enraged by my vague answer, Kurakake Kuma reached into his jacket, pulled out the spray, and aimed it at me. I had predicted this too. The spray wouldn’t work on me anyway. Unless it was a custom-made product crafted with high-grade traits and skills, the average resistance and willpower stats were enough to nullify its effects.
“Looks like you can’t break that filthy habit of yours.”
With my free hand, I grabbed Kurakake Kuma’s face and lifted him off the ground. This was probably his first time experiencing an Iron Claw. He screamed, “Graaagh!” Passersby stopped and stared, but they soon lost interest and continued on their way.
“Hand over that spray.”
“W-why do you want the spray?”
“Because I’m worried about you and the other female employees. Give it to me before I make you regret it.”
Trembling violently, Kurakake Kuma handed over the sleep spray.
“Make sure you come to work on Monday. I won’t call the police.”
I spoke to the collapsed Kurakake Kuma, then flagged down a taxi that was just pulling up and gave the driver Shinone Misano’s address. Her house was in a residential area near the Talent Development Center—about a twenty-minute walk. Thanks to that, the taxi ride took less than five minutes.
“Here we are. Keep the change.”
“Oh my, thank you so much.”
I paid the fare and helped the still-unconscious Shinone Misano out of the car, stopping in front of a house with a nameplate that read Shinoe Fūjirō. So that was her husband’s name.
I rummaged through Shinone Misano’s bag, found her keys, unlocked the door, and carried her inside. Using a princess carry, I brought her straight to the master bedroom and tossed her onto the bed, then waited for her to wake up.
Sleep play wasn’t really my thing. Besides, the sleep spray Kurakake Kuma had used was more like a short-term anesthetic that lasted at most an hour. She would wake up soon.
“Oh right. I should let Taira Yukiko know I’ll be staying out tonight.”
I sent her a LINE message: “Looks like I’ll be staying out tonight.” She replied almost immediately with “Understood.” It was only around nine o’clock, but you never know. We might end up going all night.
After waiting a little longer, Shinone Misano stirred with a soft groan. “Mmm…!” She rubbed her eyes and slowly woke up.
“Where… am I?”
“Ah! Thank goodness you’re awake, Team Leader. Here, have some water.”
I handed her the glass of cold water I had prepared in advance. Shinone Misano must have been utterly confused—why was she lying in her own bed, and why was the new hire Taira Ryuta watching her?
“What… what happened?”
“Actually, the deputy team leader tried to… Well, it’ll be faster if I just show you the video.”
I played the footage I had recorded in the bathroom. I also explained how Kurakake Kuma had offered to take her home himself, but I had insisted on doing it instead.
“But why….”
She seemed to be asking why I hadn’t called the police.
“Everyone from the team was still there, and if I called the police, your husband would have found out. I thought it would be best to let you decide once you were fully conscious.”
Of course, the real reason I hadn’t reported it on the spot was because I wanted to create this exact one-on-one situation, but my explanation still sounded reasonable.
“Ah…! Thank you. I should have said that first.”
“It’s nothing.”
Shinone Misano was trembling all over. It must have been her first time nearly being raped. The sight was pitiful, yet it strangely stimulated a man’s sadistic instincts.
“Are you okay?”
“Y-yes… I’m fine. Why am I… like this?”
Since her shaking wouldn’t stop, I gently pulled her into my arms.
“Just stay like this for a little while and you’ll feel better. My mother used to hug me like this whenever something difficult happened to her.”
The words would have been obviously fake to anyone who noticed the massive erection straining against my pants, but since the lights were off, Shinone Misano couldn’t see it.
“Th-thank you, Taira.”
Instead, her heart began pounding violently at being held by a man she barely knew. I gave her one firm squeeze before standing up. I deliberately turned in a way that let her catch a glimpse of my bulging crotch. I wanted her to know that I saw her as a woman.
“I-I’ll be going now.”
Acting like a socially awkward new graduate is easier than I thought. I slowly turned to leave, but Shinone Misano grabbed my hand as if begging me not to go.
“This might be too much to ask, but… could you stay with me tonight?”
The room suddenly felt thick with pheromones. In my head I was screaming Hell yes!, but I pretended to hesitate and asked, “Would that really be alright?”
“I’m too scared to be alone. If you could just hold me through the night… I think I’d feel better.”
Shinone Misano’s eyes were moist with unshed tears. Pretending I couldn’t refuse, I climbed onto the bed and embraced her. I could feel her massive breasts being pressed flat against me. When I glanced at her face, her eyes were gradually turning seductive and lustful.
Fuck. If I hadn’t stopped that bastard Kuma, she would’ve become his personal cum-slave. Just how sexually frustrated was this woman? Even now, she was subtly pressing her tits harder against me, practically begging me to lose control and ravage her.
“Team Leader…!”
The moment I pretended to pull away, Shinone Misano leaned in and kissed me. Her tongue wriggled like a slippery eel trying to return to its cave, desperately tapping against my teeth to gain entry. I pretended to give in and accepted her tongue.
Chuuup~! Chup~! Chuwaap!! Chop!
Obscene, wet sounds that could hardly be called kissing echoed through the room. When the kiss finally broke, we were both burning with lust and frantically began stripping each other’s clothes. Shinone Misano’s husband was away on a long-term overseas business trip, so she was obviously pent-up. As for me, I hadn’t had sex since Hanako at the driving license training camp, so I was on the verge of exploding.
Just as I had expected, Shinone Misano had an incredibly lewd body. Her pelvis was so wide it looked like she could easily give birth to triplets, and her breasts were so enormous that her nipples—already painfully erect from being pressed against me—were practically begging to be sucked. I couldn’t help but wonder how a Japanese woman could possess such an explosively voluptuous, Western-style figure.
Even more than my admiration, Shinone Misano was practically drooling as she stared at my body. She gazed with hungry eyes at my muscular frame—the kind that drives older women crazy—and at my massive cock, which was so hard it was practically touching my navel.
I stepped right in front of her as she continued staring at my dick, and said just one word.
“Suck it.”