Suprisingy well

A few minutes later, the group was sitting in the World’s Famous with their food. Peko had initially attempted to order plain rice, but Kaito, in his typical overly-friendly fashion, insisted on buying her the most expensive steak the restaurant had. Peko was annoyed, but Shuichi quietly told her that she should feel lucky he’s only buying her a steak.

“So, uh, Dahlia… I can call you that, right? Right, of course I can, why would I even ask that…” Kazuichi said, trailing off nervously toward the end. “Er, I mean, Dahlia; so where are you from?”

“Tokyo,” Peko replied curtly as she ate. “I moved here about a year ago to get away from my family. I was a manager at Eddy’s Store on the east side of the river, but I lost my job when it burned down, and eventually I was fortunate enough to start working for this company.” She took another bite from her steak and chewed it quietly. “And please, call me Peko or Pekoyama.”

“Er, right, right, my bad!” Kazuichi said, jittering a little. “Y-you know, it takes a real man to admit his mistakes like that…”

“Hey, wait a second - you worked at Eddy’s? Talk about bad luck!” Kaito said in between bites of his fried rice. “Didn’t the owner just take the insurance money and run?”

“Indeed; the worst case of insurance and wage fraud in decades,” Peko replied. “He even went as far as to erase everyone’s employment records to avoid losing even a single yen. I’m just happy I wasn’t there when it happened.”

“Wow… the perfect, unverifiable backstory. Impressive,” Shuichi thought to himself. “Wait a second… does she know about that because she had something to do with the fire?” Shuichi suddenly froze up and dropped some noodles into his lap. “N-no, that can’t be…”

“Ah! You got a little something on yourself, Shuichi! Here, let me get that for you.” Peko took her napkin and cleaned up the noodles and sauce from Shuichi’s clothes, much to Kazuichi’s chagrin.

“I see… and, uh, what brought you to C.O. Inc and not another company?” asked Makoto.

“Simple; because I agreed with their mission statement, and I thought it would be a good place for my long-term career goals,” she replied, still doing her best to be vague.

“You joined the finance department for job security?” Kazuichi gasped. “Er, I mean, not that you don’t probably have a good future with us, it’s just… I’d ask for openings in other departments if I were you. Like, uh, engineering probably has an open spot or two!”

“Thank you for the offer, but I think I’m right where I want to be,” Peko replied calmly.

“Er, if you say so… but if you ever feel like you don’t belong or something, you can talk to any of us,” Kazuichi added. “And I’m not just talking about your job. I mean, it has to be sort of scary to be in such an unfamiliar place, right?”

“I suppose so; if I ever feel any fear, I’ll be sure to let someone know,” said Peko.

“Oof!” Kaito said quietly as he shot Kazuichi a knowing look.

“Hey! What was that supposed to be!?” Kazuichi snapped, glaring daggers into Kaito’s face.

“Oh, nothing, nothing! I just stubbed my toe underneath the table, is all,” he lied with a smirk. “Anyways, I say that’s enough talking about work! We’re here for a break, after all; so why don’t you tell us about what you like to do in your spare time?”

“I’m afraid I’m not too interesting… most of my spare time consists of reading and exercising. And what I read is mostly old classics rather than anything new,” Peko replied.

“The classics, huh? For some reason, that’s not too surprising,” said Makoto. “You look like the kind of person who’d memorize poems at school just to impress the teacher.”

“Th-that wasn’t like me at all,” Peko said, stammering a little and showing some emotion for the first time. “But I will admit to being a very dedicated student when I was younger. I dutifully took notes even in grade school, and always got good grades.”

“Really?” Kaito scratched his beard. “I don’t buy it.”

“W-what!?” Shuichi gasped and nearly dropped his chopsticks. “Er, I mean… you don’t think she’d lie about something like that, do you?”

“Of course I do! I mean, after all…” As Kaito trailed off, Shuichi could have sworn that he felt his heart stop. “There’s no way that anyone could really be that plain! I mean, just look at her; she’s got a fire in her eyes that’s full of life and energy! There’s gotta be something more interesting that she does for fun!”

“Oh… phew.” Shuichi’s heart restarted. “I-I don’t know, Kaito… if she doesn’t want to talk about that, it’d be rude to interrogate her.”

“No, it’s fine. I know that it’s important to bond with my new colleagues and coworkers,” Peko interrupted. “And I must admit, there is one other thing that I do in my spare time… Makoto. Do you mind if I borrow one of those mini tomatoes from your salad?”

“Huh?” Makoto blinked and stared down at his half-eaten food for a moment. “Uh, sure, but I’m not sure what you want with this.”

“Don’t worry, it will all make sense in a moment.” Peko lifted her steak knife, closed her eyes, and concentrated. “You’re not going to want to blink for this.”

Peko then slashed the knife so quickly that, to the naked eye, it looked as if she had only just flicked her wrist. Then, a moment later, the tomato fell apart into 8, perfectly sliced wedges.

“Woah!” Shuichi’s friends all said together, their eyes sparkling in amazement.

“Impressive; where’d you learn to do something like that?” asked Kazuichi.

“An uncle of mine used to be a five-star chef back in his day, and he’d show me his tricks whenever he came to visit,” Peko replied. “And if you’ll lend me another tomato, I can even cut one into the shape of a rose.”

“What!? No way!” Makoto said as he handed her another mini tomato. But, sure enough, she cut the fruit into perfect petals in less than a second, without getting so much as a drop of juice on her body.

“Woah… so amazing!” said Kazuichi. “I can’t believe I’m saying this, but you have a supernatural talent for that! You should be working at some five-star restaurant right now, not interning at an office like ours!”

“Thank you but, like I said before, I’m right where I want to be in life,” she explained before taking one last bite out of her steak. “Alright, I think that’s enough for me. Would you like to have some of my leftovers, Shuichi? You’ll need to keep your strength up at work, you know.”

“That’s perfectly fine, thank you!” Shuichi answered though he had to literally push the plate away to stop Peko from forcing the food onto him.

“Eh, you seeing this?” Kaito whispered to Kazuichi. “It looks like someone got to her heart before you did!”

“Grr… I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Kazuichi whispered bitterly. “She clearly, uh, is quick to form platonic bonds of friendship, is all.”

“Really? Because I’m pretty sure you’re not the one she’s offering an indirect kiss to right now~” Kaito playfully jabbed Kazuichi in the ribs with his finger.

“W-whatever! It wasn’t like I was that into her anyway; blondes are more my style!” Kazuichi grumbled and picked up his suitcase. “I’ll see you guys back at the office.”

“Hmm? What’s his problem?” asked Makoto.

“Uh, I’m not sure, but he has a point; we should get back already,” said Shuichi.

“Very well; please, allow me to carry your bag,” Peko volunteered, to which Kaito shot Shuichi a very mischievous glance.

“W-what are you looking at?” asked Shuichi.

“Oh, nothing… nothing at all.” Kaito winked at Shuichi and together, they all returned to the office.

“Okay… that didn’t go quite as bad as I was afraid it would,” Shuichi said as he sat down back at his desk. “In fact, you’re actually a bit better at socializing than I expected.”

“I worked for a gang, remember?” Peko replied as she sat in her own chair. “Half of that is being social, you know. Going out to parties, speaking to people, making them laugh… granted, I don’t particularly like talking to people, but I still have the social skills necessary to become friends with random people when I need to.”

“That’s good, but… still, do your best to keep a low profile, okay? The more you draw attention to yourself, the more likely you’re going to be found out,” Shuichi instructed. “I nearly had a heart-attack back there when I thought they were onto you.”

“I apologize for causing you undue stress, Mr. Saihara.” Peko scooted away from Shuichi and bowed. “You know, thanks to my help, you are currently far ahead of schedule. If you wish, I could do something that I’d do with my old Master all the time that would do wonders for relieving his stress.”

“Hmm… it won’t make any noise or cause any suspicion, would it?” asked Shuichi.

“It won’t, actually,” Peko assured him. “In fact, it’ll be so discreet that you can even continue your work while I do it.”

“...alright, go ahead.” Shuichi turned his computer back on and began working once again. “It’s not like I have anything to lose.”

“Thank you, Master. I promise, you will not be dissatisfied.” Peko bowed her head again.

Shuichi expected Peko to start rubbing his shoulders, or humming, or maybe even giving him some sort of in-person ASMR. But instead, he was shocked to see Peko duck underneath his desk and sit down on her knees in front of him.

“P-Peko!? What are you doing down there?” Shuichi gasped. “Are you going to give me a foot massage or something?”

“No; what I have in mind is much more effective.” Before Shuichi could react, Peko had undone his belt. He barely managed to get a squeak out before Peko released his flaccid cock from his underpants via the small slit in his boxers. But his manhood did not stay that way for long, eager to get the relief it had been denied in the morning. And Peko wasted no time in offering her services.

Wrapping her soft lips around his shaft, she started to suck with expert precision, her tongue swirling as she lubed up every with her warm spit. She even kept up the blowjob as Shuichi shifted uncomfortably in his chair, and his dick grew hard in her mouth. Rather than slowing down to get used to the larger size, it seemed to encourage her to suck and lick even harder than before.

“Good afternoon, Shuichi!”

Shuichi turned and saw Margaret approaching him from the right side of his cubicle with a beige folder in her hand. Sweat collected on his forehead as the beautiful woman stepped closer, but if Peko noticed Margaret, she certainly didn’t show it in the way she kept sucking his cock. **** to stop his servant from being discovered, Shuichi scooted closer to his desk to hide her - but unfortunately for him, Peko took it as a silent order that he wanted more attention.

“H-Hey Margaret,” Shuichi greeted, his eyelid twitching as he focused all his will to stop himself from moaning. “Wh-what are you doing here?”

“I’m just checking up on you,” the woman cheerfully replied, sitting on a nearby desk. Shuichi found himself grateful that his pants were still on, otherwise, he would be busted right about now. Peko, meanwhile, amped up her actions as she felt him reach full hardness.

“O-oh, really? Th-that’s nice of you,” Shuichi replied almost on auto-pilot. With all the blood drained out of his brain and into his groin, a complex response felt impossible for him.

“Yeah, I figured that you might still feel a bit stressed after what happened yesterday,” Margaret said, casually leaning against the cubicle wall. “Togami really shouldn’t have put so much pressure on you and you alone, especially since you already have so much work to do! Is there anything I can do to relieve the tension?’

Shuichi’s mouth went dry as his eyes roamed. Normally he wouldn’t ogle, especially while at work, but Peko’s actions had rewired his brain into pervert mode. He couldn’t help but notice that Margaret’s clothes seemed two sizes too small. Her shirt buttons strained to keep her chest contained, the desk seemed to bend, almost to the breaking point, under the weight of her behind, and her pantyhose was actually torn along her thigh. It was subtle, and most people wouldn’t have noticed it, but Shuichi was so oversexed that he could spot every speck of exposed skin in high definition. It was only through sheer **** of will that Shuichi managed to get his brain to form an articulate response.

“Ummm… not really. I’m pretty confident I can handle this,” he lied. “You just go back to work, ok? I promise I’ll be fine.”

“You sure?” Margaret asked, leaning closer to Shuichi. “You’re looking a little bit… stressed.”

“Y-yeah, but… that’s just life in the office, isn’t it?” he countered.

“I guess so.” Margaret stood up from the desk she was sitting on. “Alright. But if you need aaaaaanything at all, tell me, and I’ll be there.” Margaret reassured, getting up. And just as she walked away, she jumped up and clapped her hands, killing a fly. The jump caused her booty to shake and jiggle in full view of her coworker. The sight was enough to send him over the edge, and he had to bite his lip to stop a moan.

After a few minutes of waiting to make sure Margaret was out of earshot, Shuichi looked down at Peko. She had just finished slurping down the last of the seed that had spilled over the edge of her lip and she looked

“I trust that was satisfactory, master?” she asked casually, as if this really was a perfectly normal event for her. Shuichi was, naturally, supremely satisfied, and the tension of almost getting caught had now soothed away to the most incredible calm he’d felt since he woke up.

Not that he was about to tell her that, of course.

“T-that is not what I had in mind when you said you would relieve my stress, Peko.” Shuichi panted as he scolded her.

“Then may I ask what you did have in mind?” Peko replied innocently as she sat back down in her chair. “If you merely ask for it, I promise to do whatever it takes to fulfill your wish.”

Shuichi was about to answer, but his phone suddenly vibrated with a text in his trouser pocket. Normally he would have had it on silent at work, but he made sure Kaede’s number was an exception. Not wanting to miss out on a message from her, he reached for his phone on reflex and almost forgot about Peko.

“Hey Shuichi, have you got a moment?” her text read.

“Yes, of course,” Shuichi wrote back without hesitation. “Did you need something?”

“Sorta,” Kaede replied. “I’m going to video call you in a sec. Make sure your volume is turned down, and no one else is around, ok?”

Shuichi nervously cast a glance at Peko, who silently assured him that she’d keep an eye out for anyone else walking by or peeking in.