Cherry Blossoms and Fireworks
Kurayamada Kirie was usually a beautiful female student at Haseda University, but she harbored a small secret. Her father was the infamous Kurayamada Kazuma, the leader of Jinildang.
In her everyday life, Kurayamada Kirie embodied the very ideal of the Yamato Nadeshiko that Japanese people had traditionally adored.
She was a pure and elegant beauty to whom the old saying perfectly applied: standing like a peony, sitting like a peony, walking like a lily. She always wore a gentle smile, remained quiet and composed, and kept men at a respectful distance. Because of this, she had earned the nickname “the flower atop the cliff” at Haseda University.
She was so stunning that a photo of her, taken by chance, had circulated across the internet as the “Haseda University hime-cut beauty.”
Yet her true identity was that of an outstanding swordswoman and the second-in-command of Jinildang, an organization with over two thousand members. As Kurayamada Kazuma’s heir, she had been raised under his relentless ideological indoctrination since childhood. The result was an extreme right-wing woman who viewed other ethnicities as inferior, believed Japan was supreme, and thought the current chaos in the country stemmed from the imperial family’s failure to stand tall.
Of course, she never revealed these beliefs in public. But inside Jinildang’s meeting hall, she spoke without restraint. And right now, such a meeting was underway.
“We prophesied a holy war, yet look at this! The police have already predicted the location of our operation. They know we avoid striking anywhere near the Taira or Minamoto mega-groups!”
Kurayamada Kirie slammed her hand on the table as she pointed at the map marked with the police’s predicted terrorism hotspots. The fact that a police terrorism forecast map was inside Jinildang’s conference room meant the group had successfully planted moles inside the police force as well.
In truth, Jinildang already struggled to confront the government. Antagonizing the two families who wielded more power than the state itself would be an overwhelming burden. That was why the organization had never carried out attacks near facilities connected to the Taira or Minamoto groups.
Kurayamada Kirie found this deeply frustrating. She hated that the once-mighty Jinildang would tuck its tail simply because of corporations. Weren’t they nothing more than merchants? In the true era of the Emperor, warriors like herself would lead Japan forward.
“Father, you’ve grown too weak.”
“Hmph! Who are you calling weak? As it happens, I’ve already chosen our next target. This time, we will strike a park near one of the Taira Group’s facilities.”
At Kurayamada Kirie’s sharp rebuke, Kurayamada Kazuma snorted and boldly declared that they would attack the Taira Group. For a moment, the meeting hall buzzed with uneasy murmurs. No matter how radical Jinildang was, even they feared the Taira and Minamoto families.
The two groups had absorbed the largest number of private military companies during the government’s PMC crackdown. Moreover, they had taken in the most elite and powerful PMCs, giving both corporations military strength that could rival the Japanese government itself. After all, these were the very conglomerates that manufactured fighter jets and tanks for the state. If they ever truly clashed, predicting the victor would be nearly impossible.
Of course, the Japanese government and these two families were so deeply intertwined through political and business collusion that outright conflict was unthinkable.
Aside from the Kurayamada father and daughter, the rest of Jinildang was reluctant to strike one of Japan’s two most powerful corporations. Once the Emperor was properly restored, both groups would naturally submit. There was no need to spill blood prematurely.
“We have reached an agreement with the Minamoto Group. It seems they also believe the imperial family must be restored.”
“Oh my! Is that true?”
Kurayamada Kirie’s face lit up at her father’s words. The other Jinildang executives nodded with pleased expressions. With the Minamoto Group’s support, it was entirely possible! That was the thought shared by everyone present.
“Then where exactly within the Taira Group will we strike, Father?”
“To win a war, one must prevent the enemy from nurturing talent. The place where the Taira Group cultivates its future leaders is right here! The Taira Group Human Resources Development Center in Yotsukaido, Chiba Prefecture!”
Kurayamada Kazuma pointed at Yotsukaido Central Park on the map.
After waiting a little while, the food stalls essential to any cherry blossom viewing party began to gather. Perhaps they had heard that the Taira Group Human Resources Development Center was holding its flower-viewing event today.
Looking around, I saw company employees from other firms, university students, and local residents all spreading out mats and settling in. Hmm… I guess this is simply peak season, so the stalls flock here naturally.
Even though it was still morning, the competition for prime spots was fierce among the vendors, so they had all arrived early to prepare their food. Before my possession, I had seen these kinds of scenes in Japanese manga and always wanted to try everything once. Thanks to Jin Yong-tae’s memories, I already knew the taste of a few items, so I decided to buy the ones I hadn’t tried yet.
The assembly time was the same as regular office hours—nine o’clock. We would drink, admire the blossoms, and finish earlier than usual. The Human Resources Development Center would soon become extremely busy preparing for the new employee training that ran from late March into April, so this felt like one last moment of rest before the storm.
It was tradition to hold the flower-viewing on a Friday during peak bloom, finish a bit early, and enjoy a relaxed Saturday and Sunday. After that pleasant break, however, came one or two months of relentless overtime.
“You chose a great spot, Taira Ryuta.”
Shinone Misano smiled as she adjusted her glasses. She seemed pleased with where I had laid out our mat. Behind her, the male team members grunted as they hauled over the icebox packed with alcohol the company had prepared. I took the heavy cooler from them, lifted it effortlessly, and set it down beside our spot. The female employees let out admiring “Oohs!” and teased me with comments like, “Wow, has Taira been working out?” while shooting me flirtatious glances. I simply laughed humbly, scratched the back of my head, and played it modest.
Well, this much was nothing. With the maximum human strength stat already at my disposal, moving a mere icebox was child’s play.
“Taira Ryuta, there are still more things to carry. Want to come with me?”
Shinone Misano gave me a coy, seductive smile. Already, in the morning? I was a little taken aback, but my morning erection still hadn’t completely subsided, so I obediently answered, “Sure,” and followed her. She led me to a tennis court a short distance away from the cherry blossom area. Naturally, with flower-viewing season in full swing, the court was completely deserted.
“Actually, whenever I get really horny, I come here to play tennis. I do it so often that I even have my own key.”
So often probably meant she got that horny just as frequently. Come to think of it, Shinone Misano in a tennis outfit sounded incredibly hot. The moment I imagined pinning her down while she wore a tennis skirt, white polo shirt, and matching cap, my half-hard cock turned to solid stone.
The place she took me to was the tennis court management office. Of course—unless you were a pro, there was no reason to play tennis on a weekday morning. Any professional who played at this hour would use far better facilities. Shinone Misano told me this particular court had no morning reservations, so it stayed empty until noon.
“Next time, please wear your tennis outfit for me.”
“Hehe~ So you want to see me in my tennis clothes that badly?”
“Yes. I bet it’ll look incredibly sexy. I’m sure every man watching you play would be thinking about how much they want to fuck you, Team Leader.”
When she played tennis, her large breasts would bounce wildly with every swing. The men playing with her would be so distracted by the sight that they couldn’t possibly focus on the ball. Or maybe they’d be staring with bloodshot eyes, hoping a gust of wind would lift her skirt and reveal her panties. Or perhaps they’d be sitting on the bench trying to hide their own erections.
“Should I put it on right now? I have my personal locker in the shower room.”
“Yes!”
I answered with spinal-reflex speed in less than a tenth of a second. Shinone Misano chuckled softly and headed for the shower room. A short while later, she emerged wearing a white tennis skirt and a pink polo shirt, approaching me with a slightly shy expression. No cap, apparently. Well, since we’d be done before the sun got too strong, that made sense. It suited her incredibly well. But…
“Why did you bring a racket?”
“I want you to see my form and judge for yourself just how badly you'll want to fuck me.”
Shinone Misano gripped the racket and began swinging it while stepping through her footwork. With every motion, her breasts bounced frantically up and down. I couldn’t help but nod my head up and down in perfect sync with their movement.
Seeing them jiggle so vividly made me want to touch them again, even though I already had. As her movements grew larger, her skirt began to flutter as well. At first I thought I was seeing things. There was no fabric beneath her tennis skirt. In other words, she was going commando.
“Whoa…”
“Well? Getting hard?”
Even after striking such an intense pose, Shinone Misano wasn’t even sweating. I had always wondered where her insane sexual stamina came from, but it seemed that playing tennis every time she got horny had helped build her endurance.
“While we’re having sex today, don’t even think about taking off that tennis outfit.”
I spoke with absolute conviction.