Spy and Purge
The late hour hung heavy in the air. Taira Jiro knelt in the chairman’s quarters at the main Taira family residence, seated before Taira Danjo.
Taira Danjo stared down at him with eyes as cold as steel.
“Have I ever once scolded you boys for fighting among yourselves?”
“No, sir.”
It was true. Taira Danjo had never interfered in the succession war among his heirs. He hadn’t said a word even when Taira Saburo died.
“Exactly. You know I stay out of your childish little squabbles. But this time, you rascal, you crossed the line. No matter how badly you wanted the HR Development Center, joining hands with the Minamoto family?”
“What? M-Minamoto?”
The Taira and Minamoto groups had been fierce rivals for generations. Their old grudges had piled up so high that it was impossible to tell who had started it, who was the victim, or who was the aggressor. Their relationship had become a tangled knot of pure malice. Unless someone stepped in and cut every thread of that hatred, the cycle of vengeance would never end.
Taira Jiro knew this all too well. The moment the word Minamoto left his father’s mouth, his face drained of all color. The one family the Taira heirs were never, ever allowed to entangle themselves with was the Minamoto.
“The man you recruited at the HR Development Center was a Minamoto spy.”
“Ah… I… I had no idea! Please believe me!”
He was trapped. If he admitted he knew, he would be branded a traitor to the Taira Group. If he claimed ignorance, he would be exposed as an incompetent successor who couldn’t even spot a Minamoto plant. There was no escape.
“It’s the truth… I really didn’t know… Father, you know I’m not a traitor.”
Taira Jiro chose to appear incompetent rather than disloyal. Of course, Taira Danjo never believed his son had deliberately colluded with the Minamoto. But he couldn’t let this slide. The harsher the punishment, the less likely the other vultures in the family would dare reach out to their rivals. His voice remained unwavering.
“For the time being, I will personally oversee the steel division.”
“F-Father…!”
“You still have several subsidiaries under your control. Manage them properly. If you come to your senses, I’ll return the steel operations to you without issue.”
“Understood… Then I’ll take my leave.”
It wasn’t a permanent seizure. The promise that good performance would restore his control over Taira Steel allowed Taira Jiro to nod with a heavy expression. He bowed deeply and left Taira Danjo’s room.
“Genta.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Who was in charge of the HR Development Center line?”
“That would be… Takashi.”
“Investigate him. From top to bottom. Shake out every last speck of dust.”
At Taira Jiro’s low command, his secretary Tateyama Genta realized the chairman’s rage had been triggered by a problem in the HR Development Center. Until now he hadn’t known the cause of the fury, so he had been extremely anxious. At least now he understood the situation. And thankfully, the blame didn’t fall on him.
“Was the HR Development Center the source of the problem?”
“Yes. The informant on that line was a Minamoto spy.”
“M-Minamoto, sir?”
“Exactly. So we need to find out if Takashi, who managed that line, has any connection to them. If he does, squeeze every drop of information out of him and then dispose of him. If he doesn’t, he still failed to catch the spy and let things reach this point, so demote him to some useless backwater position. Don’t just fire him outright—he might run to the Minamoto. Give him a strong warning. And… he has a family, right? Use them. Make sure he can’t even dream of betrayal.”
Tateyama Genta looked visibly flustered, but Taira Jiro paid him no mind and continued issuing orders. The secretary nodded at his lord’s ruthless instructions. Taira Jiro had the flaw of being excessively lustful, but he was also cold-blooded and quick to assess any situation.
“Oh, and Father will be managing the steel division for a while. During that time we’ll need to defend against Ichiro and Kokoro’s offensives, so draw up a solid plan.”
“Understood. I will ensure there are no disruptions.”
Tateyama Genta bowed his head in response to the next command.
Even after Taira Jiro had left, Taira Danjo’s anger refused to subside. He knew his son had simply been caught in the Minamoto family’s schemes. Taira Jiro was merely paying the price for falling into their trap. The rage that remained was directed purely at the Minamoto.
“So they dared to target my own children and grandchildren?”
Taira Danjo burned with fury at the audacity of the Minamoto plotting against his bloodline. How little must they think of him to attack his own flesh and blood?
After scowling for a long moment, he suddenly broke into a smile.
“That’s right, Minamoto Ushin. If you can attack, then so can I. It’s time you learned that lesson… Fumimoto!”
“Yes, Chairman.”
At Taira Danjo’s roar, Fumimoto Takayuki, who had been waiting outside, entered the room. Though he was known as the second-most powerful man in the Taira Group, his expression was extremely cautious. Anything involving the Minamoto demanded the utmost care.
“You have all the information on Ushin’s bloodline, correct?”
“Yes, sir. Shall I bring it?”
“Do it. I need to flesh out the plan I’ve prepared. Summon the entire special operations team!”
“Understood!”
Even after Fumimoto Takayuki left the room, Taira Danjo couldn’t stop smiling.
“Hehehe… That old bastard Ushin is going to lose his mind. When his own granddaughter is… Heh heh heh.”
His laughter was thick with malice.
“Mmm…! Right there… haaang…!”
“How many times do I have to tell you? Doing it in a place like this is way more thrilling and exciting.”
We hadn’t even eaten dinner. Instead, we were tangled together in the director’s office. Of course, I had already sent Ikehara Koyuki, Taira Yukiko’s secretary, home. Yukiko wasn’t the kind of terrible boss who made her secretary wait outside while she had sex in the room, so the moment the atmosphere turned steamy she promptly ordered Ikehara Koyuki to leave.
She had been the one who wanted her secretary gone, yet she kept teasing me with that shy little “I don’t really like doing it here~” act, setting my blood on fire.
“Haaang…! But if we do it here, what am I supposed to do when I’m working and I keep thinking about you? Haaang…!”
“That’s exactly why I’m doing it here.”
“Haaang! Then I won’t be able to work at all… haaang.”
I had Yukiko brace her arms on the director’s desk, hips pushed back, and was taking her from behind. The view before my eyes was spectacular—her slender waist, overwhelming hips, and plump, bouncy ass combined into an absolute masterpiece. Any man who saw this would get hard instantly, even if he were impotent.
I gripped her pelvis firmly and rocked my hips, pulling her body toward me and pushing it away in rhythm.
“Haaang! Haaang! It’s too strong, Ryuta! It’s too deep!”
Every time I thrust, my glans slammed hard against her cervix. The sensation must have been unfamiliar, because Yukiko twisted and writhed. It was a bit awkward to say, but my late father Taira Saburo apparently hadn’t been big enough to properly develop her cervix. That was actually perfect. I’d train it myself and turn her cervix into my own personal pleasure button.
“Just bear with it a little. It’s going to feel incredibly good.”
“Huuung…! I know, I’ll endure it! If it’s what you want, Ryutaaa… haaang!”
What a good girl. Every time I stimulated her cervix, her back arched and her head snapped back. She was surprisingly flexible. Had she done yoga? I’d have to ask later.
“Huuung! It feels… it feels so strange♡ Haaauung!”
Watching her develop in real time doubled my own excitement. I hadn’t expected her to feel it this quickly, but given how lewd her body was, it made sense that her sensitivity would match.
My aggressive hip movements quickly brought her to the edge. Her pussy clamped down on my cock like a vice. The sudden increase in pressure nearly made me cum, but I kept thrusting, determined to show her heaven.
“Hiyaang!! I’m cumming, I’m cumming…! It’s too much, stop! Stop it! Haaang!”
“Just a little more… just a little…!”
My perineum tingled as semen rushed up my urethra. I slammed hard against her cervix, pressing my glans as deep as possible, and erupted. At that exact moment Yukiko seemed to climax again, arching her back more violently than ever and rolling her eyes back.
“Haaauaaang!!!”
“Ugh…!”
Spurt after spurt flooded her womb. Even after filling her completely, semen still leaked out from around my cock. When I pulled out, thick globs splattered onto the floor with wet sounds.
I grabbed some wet wipes and gently cleaned Yukiko’s pussy. Even that simple touch made her moan “Haaung!” in pleasure.
“Haaang! Give them to me. I’ll clean myself.”
“No, let me do it.”
While I used several wipes to clean both her and the mess on the floor, Yukiko straightened her clothes. Then she looked at me with a soft smile and gave my cheek a light kiss.
Chu.
“I’m hungry.”
“Me too. Want to go get some gyudon?”
At my question, Yukiko smiled brightly and nodded.