The Spy and the Purge

Nadachi Tojo had vanished. Not in the sense that he’d gone into hiding, but that he’d received the same kind of disciplinary disappearance as the former assistant team leader, Kurakake Kuma. He was probably being held in some undisclosed location, answering questions about what information he’d fed the Minamoto Group, what he’d done inside the HR Development Center, and whether there were any other spies still embedded there.

Since the matter concerned the HR Development Center, most of the details had been passed directly to Director Yukiko. Thanks to that, I was able to obtain the information naturally and without much effort. According to what came in, there were no more Minamoto spies left inside the center. The only thing that remained was a list of people connected to Taira Jiro whom Nadachi Tojo had been working with.

Yukiko dealt with the list coldly and decisively. Those who had been involved from the beginning were demoted to one of the group’s lowest subsidiaries—Taira Transport or Taira Shipbuilding. Since Taira Jiro was president of Taira Shipbuilding, I figured he’d take good care of them.

Those ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠who had joined midway were sent off to regional branches of the HR Development Center rather than other subsidiaries. Personally, I thought that was the harsher punishment, but Yukiko explained that the HR Development Center still ranked fairly high within the Taira Group. Keeping the title, she said, would actually be better for the people being demoted. Was that how it worked? Since I still didn’t know the Taira Group’s internal structure in detail, I could only nod along.

Strangely, however, Suzuki Chisami was neither sent to Taira Shipbuilding or Transport nor reassigned to a regional branch.

“There’s nothing on our team’s assistant leader?”

“No information came up on Suzuki Chisami. It’s odd, but what can we do? She hasn’t been here that long, so she probably didn’t have enough time to get properly entangled with Nadachi Tojo. We’ll just let it slide. Keep an eye on her for me, Ryuta.”

Yukiko pulled me tightly against her chest in a soothing embrace. There was no way I could argue with her when she held me like that. Playfully, I sucked once on her nipple before kissing her lips.

Chuuup…! Chup chup!

After sharing a sweet kiss, I rose from Yukiko’s bed. We’d gone at it so ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠intensely the night before that I’d fallen asleep right there. That had nearly gotten us caught by the housekeeper in the morning, so we’d agreed to only sleep together in the same bed on Friday nights—right before the housekeeper’s Saturday off.

“Sleep well, Yukiko.”

“You too, Ryuta.”

After saying goodnight, I left her room and returned to my own. Even though I’d only skipped one night, it somehow felt like I hadn’t been here in ages. It was still too early to sleep, so I lay down and checked my phone. Right on cue, a KakaoTalk message arrived from Han Yugyeong.

Huh? Korea? What was going on? I had planned to visit during summer break, but it seemed there was a reason she was asking me to come so suddenly.

Here’s what Han Yugyeong told me. Park Sangbeom, a senior from Hanguk (Korean) University, had been persistently hitting on her and asking her out. She’d turned him down by saying she already had a boyfriend. But Park Sangbeom refused to believe it and started spreading rumors that she had a habit of lying. Fed up, Yugyeong wanted to introduce me to her friends to shut down the gossip once and for all.

If rumors were going around that my woman was a liar, of course I’d help her clear her name. And Park Sangbeom… he was one of the early-game antagonists in the original story—the youngest son of the MegaCorp family. Looks like he hadn’t changed here either. The kind of villain who tormented the protagonist out of jealousy if they were male, or harassed them by demanding they date him if they were female. He was the son of the BS Group, which ranked about fourth or fifth in the business world—higher than the Shingang Group. That was why he could afford to bully the protagonist in the early stages.

By the later parts of the game, the Shingang Group would dominate Korea and the BS Group would already have been dismantled and devoured by the protagonist, making Park Sangbeom completely irrelevant. But in the beginning, the BS Group and its heirs usually appeared as major obstacles.

Since I was heading to Korea anyway, I decided to use the Glasses of the Ruins I’d bought on the black market to check Han Yugyeong’s stats and give her some guidance using my game knowledge. There was a lot to prepare before the trip…

“Team Leader, I have a personal question.”

I requested a private meeting with Sinoe Misano. No matter how I thought about it, I couldn’t understand why Suzuki Chisami hadn’t been demoted or disciplined.

So I called her to the empty office we’d used for sex before and decided to ask her directly.

“Why did you call me all the way here?”

“I’m curious about Assistant Team Leader Suzuki Chisami.”

I first explained—excluding the fact that HR Manager Nadachi Tojo had been a Minamoto spy—that the people recently demoted from the HR Development Center had all been part of Jiro’s faction. Since there had been a lot of gossip among the staff about what the demotions meant, Sinoe Misano nodded in understanding as soon as she heard my explanation.

“You’re asking why Suzuki Chisami wasn’t demoted, right?”

“Yes. I heard that Nadachi Tojo had been looking out for her.”

Sinoe Misano nodded again, as if she understood. But then she told me that wasn’t actually the case.

“Hmm… The timing was certainly suspicious. It’s understandable that the team members misunderstood what they saw.”

“So the team misread the situation?”

“Yes. Nadachi Tojo came to see me for a different reason.”

A different reason… I wondered what that could be.

“What was the other reason…?”

“…He asked about you. Questions like, ‘Is ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Taira Ryuta adjusting well?’ and ‘What kind of work is Taira Ryuta handling?’ Just small things.”

“Huh?”

Oh, right. In that temporary email, someone referred to as the Chairman had shown interest in 5-1-s. Since that was me, it made sense that Nadachi Tojo would call Sinoe Misano in to ask about me.

“Did you tell him?”

“No. I asked if the Director knew he was questioning me like this. He backed off immediately. Said he was just curious and left. After that, Suzuki Chisami personally apologized, so we let it go.”

So that’s what happened. Then she wasn’t part of Jiro’s faction after all? But if that was the case, why had she acted so recklessly, like she had nothing to lose? My questions about Suzuki Chisami still weren’t resolved. Still, without any evidence, I’d have to settle for keeping an eye on her.

“Is there anything else you’re curious about, Ryuta-kun?”

“Yes. Are you getting along well with your husband?”

I’d asked the question playfully, but Sinoe Misano’s face hardened the moment I mentioned her husband. I had noticed lately that she was troubled by this. She still loved her husband, but her body could no longer be satisfied by him. Her desires had been building up day by day, and I had picked up on it.

Before she started sleeping with me, she might have been content with sex after a long absence. But now that she knew a far greater pleasure, she could never go back. I had enough women already, so I hadn’t wanted to push her. But I also didn’t want to watch her suffer from the gap between her mind and body.

“That’s… not something you need to worry about.”

“Really?”

I took a step closer to Sinoe Misano. Was it really none of my business?

“Is it really none of my business?”

I asked her again. Sinoe Misano couldn’t answer.

“Is it guilt toward your husband?”

“……”

“Or do you find yourself disgusting for cheating on him?”

Again, she couldn’t answer. I kissed her. To my surprise, Sinoe Misano accepted the kiss with complete submission.

“If that’s what’s bothering you, don’t worry. Your husband is doing the same thing.”

Smiling, I showed her the dashcam footage I had saved—her husband, Sinoe Hujiro, kissing some unknown woman.

The moment Sinoe Misano saw the video, tears streamed down her face. But they weren’t tears of sadness. They were tears of pure joy.

“So… I wasn’t the only one who did something wrong…!”

Now that her conscience was clear, she could cling to me without guilt. Sinoe Misano lost all restraint and lunged at me. Like someone who hadn’t eaten for days, she ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠yanked down my pants and began sucking my cock greedily.

“Chuuuup…! Chuwap…! Yes, this is it! It has to fill my mouth like this! Uuup…!”

I grabbed her head and thrust deep into her throat, pulling back and pushing in again and again. Maybe it had been too many days; she gagged with a wet kuup, kuup! at first, but soon she was skillfully tightening and releasing her throat pussy, milking my shaft. I pulled out.

“Spread your legs. I’ll remind you who owns this pussy.”

With an ecstatic expression, Sinoe Misano lifted her skirt. I drove straight into her. Her pussy already knew. It knew that the pathetic dick that had entered her for the past few days was not its true master. Her inner walls writhed in welcome at the return of my cock, doing everything they could to please me.

Thanks to the special surgery she’d received, she felt even tighter and gripped me even harder than before.

“Haaahk!!”

“It’s only been a week and you’re this happy?”

“Hnnng! It feels so, so good~!! My husband can’t even compare…! Haaang!!!”

The combination of her surgically enhanced pussy and the +1 effect really was incredible. Since I’d called her out during work hours, I didn’t bother holding back. I simply emptied my load deep inside her.

“Huuuuuaaaang~ It’s so warm…!”

Without paying attention to her climax, I pulled out and offered my cock to her mouth. Even though she was still riding her orgasm, Sinoe Misano naturally began cleaning me with her tongue. Seriously, if she was this well-trained at cleaning dick even when she was out of her mind, why had she tried to refuse me before?

“Spread.”

I took out the small pack of wet wipes I always carried and gently cleaned her pussy. Suddenly I realized why I had acted so possessively toward her just now. That’s right. I hadn’t liked the way she put her husband before me. Even though my head told me it was understandable because he was her husband, my heart had apparently been irritated.

I couldn’t help but laugh at my own childish possessiveness. Yeah. Any woman who gets involved with me should put me first. With that selfish thought, I tossed the cum-soaked wipe into the trash.

Sinoe Misano in a tennis outfit…!

No-bra, nipples-poking-out Sinoe Misano.

I tried a different art style this time because using my usual one made her look too similar to Yukiko!