Korekiyo Shinguji.

“Good morning, Mr. Saihara,” Korekiyo greeted with her trademark polite, yet off-putting, smile. “I trust that you didn’t have any trouble delivering that donation yesterday?”

“Good morning, Ms. Shinguji. Y-yeah, it was no trouble at all,” Shuichi replied nervously. “I’m always happy to help out the homeless, after all. I’m glad Ms. Tojo allowed me to do that.”

“Kehehe… good. It warms my heart to know that you enjoy humanitarian work. There is nothing more beautiful than humans helping each other survive, after all.” Korekiyo gripped her shoulders in such a way that, if Shuichi hadn’t known any better, he would have suspected meant she was getting off on the idea. “Though, I certainly wouldn’t blame you if you enjoyed going to that location for another reason.”

“I a-assure you, I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Shuichi stammered hastily. “I mean, I know the charity was by a… seedy part of town. B-but, as a representative of the company, I made sure to stay professional. I didn’t even look at the, uh, street workers while I was there.”

“Really now?” Korekiyo asked. It was obvious from the sweat running down his forehead and the scared expression on his face that Shuichi was lying, but if Korekiyo noticed that she certainly didn’t show it. “Well, that certainly is a shame. It is quite fascinating to see how men and women there dress to entice partners. From a purely scientific perspective, of course.”

“R-right, of course.” Shuichi didn’t know how to react to that statement, so he just laughed nervously. “Did you need anything else, Mrs. Shinguji?”

“Kehehe… only that you continue your good work and dedication to the company,” Korekiyo pat Shuichi softly on the shoulder. “Oh, and do take care to get into fewer accidents with our dear CEO. She would be dearly missed if something were to happen to her.”

“I’ll, uh, try my best, ma’am.” Shuichi wasn’t entirely sure what she meant by that since the elevator stopping wasn’t his fault as far as she knew, but Shuichi decided it would be best not to question it. So, he just waved goodbye as Korekiyo returned to her office.

Then, almost the instant the taller woman was gone, the elevator closest to Shuichi’s cubicle opened and revealed Kirumi’s blue-haired secretary, Azura Nakano, holding a warm cup of coffee.

“Hello, Ms. Nakano,” Shuichi greeted as she walked up to him. “How are you doing today?”

“Just fine, thanks for asking,” she replied with a smile as she put the coffee on Shuichi’s desk. “Here; a little gift from Ms. Tojo as a reward for your help yesterday.”

“Oh, why thank you.” Shuichi picked up the cup and took a sip as the secretary leaned down to his ear.

“Ms. Tojo also wanted me to let you know that her schedule is completely clear today,” she whispered into the office worker’s ear. “So, if you wanted to stop by and… request something of her, then you may do so whenever you please.”

“O-oh… that’s good to hear.” Shuichi tried his best not to blush but failed miserably. “Tell her, I might stop by, but only after my work is done… or I, uh, really need her help.”

“Very well. I suppose this is goodbye for now then,” Azura replied, slipping a subtle wink underneath her professional demeanor. “Goodbye, Mr. Saihara.”

Azura then left Shuichi at his desk, where he waited for a moment to see if anyone else was going to come visit him. Then, when no one came, Shuichi turned back to his computer and got back to work.

He found himself finishing his audits and documentation reviews a lot faster than normal, buoyed both by the thought of visiting Kirumi and a general good mood. The previous day may have been a little bit hectic, but he’d be lying if he said he didn’t find it exciting too. Plus, Shuichi was starting to realize that he was surrounded by more friends – real friends, not just people he tried desperately to impress – than he ever had been before in his entire life. He likely would have been able to finish all of his work before lunch, but he found himself distracted a few hours into his work by the buzzing of his phone.

Stealthily removing the item from his pocket, Shuichi took out his phone and saw that Kaede had sent him a text.

“Hey there, Shuichi!” the message read next to a picture of a pink heart, which Shuichi had set as Kae’s avatar. “How’s it going today?”

“Pretty good, all things considering,” Shuichi typed back. He didn’t want Kaede to worry, so he purposefully didn’t mention anything about what had happened the day before. “How about you?”

“I’m doing just great!” Kae replied with a dozen heart emojis. “I actually had a client last night who owned a piano, so I was able to play all my favorite songs, like Ave Verum Corpus, while I rode his dick. I got so into it that I almost didn’t hear him when he told me he had to pull out.”

“Wow… that sounds amazing,” Shuichi texted back. “Your client was one very lucky man.”

“Heh, I bet you’re imagining what that would feel like right now, aren’t you?” Kae sent him a smiling emoji sticking its tongue out.

“Maybe just a little bit…” Shuichi confessed.

“Well, who knows? If we can find the right piano, maybe we can do that ourselves one day!” Kae replied with a winking emoji. “Oh, by the way, Mary managed to get a new client and service him without any help at all for the first time last night! She was super proud, so don’t be surprised if she sends you some pics of her cum-covered stomach later, okay?”

“Thanks for the heads up,” Shuichi replied, having a brief flashback to his close-call with Makoto. “Anyways, have you been up to anything else lately?”

“Well, I did recently start watching this new show about amateur animators in high school…” Kae began before going into a more in-depth description of the show. The two continued to chat for the next hour, with Shuichi doing his best to keep working while they did but still slowing down significantly. It only got worse when Komaru started messaging him as well, sending him a wide array of erotic pictures of herself like Kae had warned while talking about how well she did with her client. With how often Shuichi wound up checking over his shoulder to make sure no one would see the pictures, he wound up only finishing most of his work by the time his lunch hour came around.

“Hey, Shuichi! We’re heading over to The World Famous again,” Kaito called out as he walked towards the exit with Makoto and Kazuichi. “Are you coming with us?”

“Of course, Kaito! Be right there!” Shuichi hurriedly packed up his things and followed his friends out of the office.

At the restaurant, Shuichi sat quietly eating some noodles as the others talked enthusiastically about sports. He once again wasn’t able to contribute much to the conversation, but he did enjoy watching Kazuichi and Kaito passionately debate who was the best soccer player in the world was while Makoto pointed out that both their choices barely ever won any games. They both insisted that Makoto wasn’t accounting for style or personality, so that detail didn’t matter. Makoto, of course, couldn’t do anything but laugh at that argument, and Shuichi felt himself joining in on that laughter as well.

Then, when they were finished eating, Shuichi went back to his cubicle and finished the last of his work in about an hour. With no more tasks to complete, Shuichi got up from his seat and pretended to head towards the bathroom, only to slip into the nearest elevator when he was sure no one was looking.

“Ah, there you are, Mr. Saihara,” Kirumi’s secretary greeted as he arrived outside the CEO’s office. “I was wondering if you were going to be able to stop by today.”

“Hello, Ms. Nakano,” Shuichi said as he walked into the waiting area. “I’m sorry if Ms. Tojo was waiting. I tried to finish up as soon as I could.”

“Don’t worry, Mr. Saihara; Ms. Tojo has gotten a lot better at being patient since I first met her,” Azura replied.

“So… uh… since you’re the one who told me Kirumi is free, I assume you know why I’m here...” Shuichi blushed and gripped his left arm.

“Heh, you mean how you’re here to rail our boss in her office? Yeah, I know all about that,” Azura replied, her friendly demeanor helping Shuichi relax somewhat. “You don’t have to worry about me telling anyone, though. As Kirumi’s confidant, it’s my job to keep all her secrets hidden, and I don’t plan on letting this one slip either.”

“Phew… that’s good to hear.” Shuichi sighed and made his way closer to Kirumi’s office door, but he stopped when he noticed how intensely the secretary was staring at him. “Uh… is something wrong? Is there something on my face?”

“No, not at all,” she replied. “It’s just that… there’s something I just don’t get.” Azura stood up from her seat and leaned forward to get a better look at Shuichi. “Why is Ms. Tojo risking everything for you? I’ve never seen her do anything quite this rebellious before; even her working at the maid café, while it would be frowned upon by the board, technically isn’t breaking any rules. But sleeping with a subordinate… if that got out she’d not only be fired, but she’d disgrace the entire company.”

Shuichi swallowed audibly. “Yeah, I… suppose that’s right.”

“So, why is she doing this with you of all people?” Azura asked, coming even closer to Shuichi now. “Did you do something to charm her? Were you childhood friends or something? Or is she doing this just because you’re cute?”

“I-I’m sorry, I don’t know what to tell you!” Shuichi answered honestly. “… you think I’m cute?”

“Heh… I might have said a bit too much there.” Azura smiled, clapped her hands together, and then reached for Kirumi’s door to open it. “It’s probably best if you head in now. You don’t want to keep her waiting any longer, do you?”

“R-right.” Shuichi turned towards Kirumi’s office. “Talk to you later, Ms. Nakano.”

The door closed behind Shuichi as he walked into the grey-shaded office and found Kirumi sitting at her desk. It appeared as though she really did have a clear schedule that day, though, as she was just sitting at her desk reading a book rather than working on anything.

“Ah, there you are, Master Saihara. It is good to see you again.” Kirumi stood up from her seat and gave a deep bow. “Would you like me to get you anything? Something to drink or perhaps a snack?”

“No thanks, I just ate,” Shuichi replied as he let her take his bag.

“Well then, how about a massage? I’m sure your muscles could use some help relaxing after a long day of work,” Kirumi offered.

“No thanks, it wasn’t that stressful,” Shuichi answered.

“Very well then.” Kirumi bowed again, though even Shuichi could see the disappointment on her face. “Is there anything I can do for you at all then, Master Saihara?”

“Uh… is it okay if we just… spend time together for now?” Shuichi asked. “I feel like every time we’ve been together, we’ve been under some kind of time constraint, but now… I just want to enjoy being with you, Kirumi. You know, get closer to you.”

“Hmm, that is… an interesting request. But if that is what you want, then I will not refuse.” Kirumi stepped back and pulled back the chair at her desk. “Please, have a seat.”

Shuichi sat down into the CEO’s chair and expected Kirumi to go grab a seat of her own. Instead, the secret maid sat herself down onto his lap, her legs wrapping around the chair and her warm breath hitting his face as her breasts pressed against his chest through their shirts.

“How is this, Master Saihara? Am I close enough?” Kirumi asked.

“This… wasn’t actually what I meant by ‘get close to you’, Kirumi.” Shuichi blushed lightly.

“Oh; my apologies.” Kirumi moved to get up, but she was stopped by Shuichi putting his hands on her waist.

“No, I wasn’t complaining! This… is actually pretty comfortable.” Shuichi took a moment to enjoy the feeling of her soft body against his. “I just thought that maybe… I could get a little time to know you better, Kirumi. You’re a very interesting person, after all.”

“Get to know me? I assure you, I may be a CEO, but there really isn’t that much to me deep down.” Kirumi paused, but Shuichi didn’t change the hopeful expression on his face. “Very well then. I suppose I might as well start from the beginning; I was born in a hospital not too far from here…”

Kirumi then spent the next half hour telling Shuichi about herself on Shuichi’s lap, recounting her years growing up and telling him her remarkably short list of likes and dislikes. Shuichi listened intently, paying attention to every word even if the feeling of her body was distracting him. Then, partway through a story about how she became head of her high school girls’ volleyball, Shuichi reached behind Kirumi’s head and idly stroked her hair.

“O-oh!” Kirumi gasped and shivered. “W-what was that?”

“Wha!? I-I’m sorry, Ms. Tojo, that… just kind of happened. I should have asked first.” Shuichi felt a pang of guilt shoot through his body.

“There’s nothing to apologize for, Master. I am yours during these times, after all. It’s just…” Kirumi trailed off for a moment. “It felt better than I expected it to. Would you like to do that again, Master Saihara?”

“Uh… sure.” Shuichi reached behind Kirumi’s head again and began slowly stroking her soft locks. Kirumi sighed contently at the feeling and began snuggling herself harder against Shuichi’s body, her face now pressing against his upper shoulder. He could feel her hum quietly into his shoulder as she enjoyed the sensation, and her body unconsciously moved against his in a way that seemed somehow both innocent and sultry at the same time. Shuichi grunted and kept petting Kirumi, but it was starting to get impossible to ignore how hard he was getting – for both him and Kirumi.

“Oh my! Master!” Kirumi pulled back and looked down at the bulge in Shuichi’s pants poking between her thighs. “It seems you’ve started to become a little pent-up. Would you like me to relieve you, Master Saihara?”

“W-well, since you’re here…” Shuichi scratched his face awkwardly.

“Very well then, Master.” Kirumi stood up from the chair and got down onto her knees in front of Shuichi, pulling his pants down on the way so she could get to his cock as quickly as possible. It was only already fully hard as Kirumi began to rub her gloved hands across its surface, gently caressing it from the base to the tip. “I see you have as lovely a penis as always, Master Saihara. Well-cleaned, well-sized, and with an impeccable shape.” Kirumi kissed the tip the same way a knight would kiss the ring of a king. “Truly a blessing to behold.”

“Y-you don’t have to flatter me like that, Kirumi,” Shuichi replied bashfully. “I know it’s not that impressive.”

“Do you really believe that, Master? That is a shame.” Kirumi extended her tongue and swirled it around the head of his dick, first around the sensitive tip and then dipping down to beneath his crown. She seemed to savor his salty flavor there for a few moments before popping his tip back out and resuming her handjob. “Although it is my duty to make you happy, please believe me when I say that your dick is absolutely beautiful and that it is an honor that you allow me to service it like this.”

“K-Kirumi!” Shuichi grunted and gripped the armrests of his chair tightly as the CEO wrapped her mouth around his dick again. This time she took him further inside her mouth, diligently wrapping her lips around her teeth so he’d feel nothing both the smoothest, softest parts of her mouth as she moved up and down on at a steady pace. Shuichi let out another grunt and placed his hands onto Kirumi’s head.

At first, Kirumi thought Shuichi was going to grab her hair and start thrusting in and out of her mouth himself. A shiver of arousal shot her body as she imagined Shuichi taking complete control of her, dominating her throat and pushing it to its limit just like he’d done the night at the maid café. She quickly took a deep breath and prepared for him to shove her face against his groin.

But, the thrust never came. Instead, Shuichi began gently stroking Kirumi’s hair again, running his fingers along her perfectly brushed locks. And, just like before, Kirumi felt herself growing much more aroused by the touch than she expected to be.

“Why… why is something so simple like this making me feel so… hot? This is just another form of praise, after all,” Kirumi thought to herself as she eased Shuichi into her throat. “No… anyone can tell me that I’m doing a good job, but this… I can actually feel his sincerity in his movements.” Kirumi felt herself blushing while her lips managed to reach Shuichi’s base. “Words have limits, but his hands… I can feel every ounce of his gratitude with every movement he makes. He really thinks I’m doing a good job.” Kirumi shoved Shuichi’s cock all the way into her mouth and held it there for a few moments, allowing her throat to squeeze the upper part while her tongue worshipped the lower. “Such a wonderful master.”

Shuichi, of course, heard none of this and just kept stroking Kirumi’s hair, endlessly impressed by how easily the woman swallowed his length without gagging even slightly. All his worries and anxieties seemed to melt away as he enjoyed the loving sensation of Kirumi’s mouth, her slick spit slowly dripping down his length while her free hand gently massaged his sack.

“Mmm… Master…” Kirumi removed her mouth once more and used a handkerchief wipe up the saliva that had gathered on Shuichi’s groin. “May I have permission to remove my pants and masturbate? Not to please myself, of course, but I wish to make myself ready for you should we have sex.”

“G-go right ahead, Kirumi,” Shuichi grunted in reply. “Do it… as much as you want!”

“Very well, Master Saihara.” Kirumi quickly returned to sucking Shuichi’s cock, bobbing up and down as her hands reached down towards her black pants. Without even missing a beat of her blowjob, she somehow managed to undo her belt and slip off her pants. Her lacy purple panties came next, Kirumi careful not to stretch or tear them before placing them onto her desk beside Shuichi in case he wanted to smell them.

She then removed her right glove and reached down towards her pussy, sticking one finger inside while another rubbed at her clit. Serving Shuichi had already turned her on quite a lot, so she already had plenty of moisture down there to work with, but she wanted to make sure her pussy was completely prepared and so she didn’t hold back. She moved her fingers at a furious pace, constantly hitting all her most sensitive spots with her soft digits while her nose breathed in Shuichi’s lovely scent. But, even when she was furiously finger-fucking herself, she still made sure to focus on pleasing Shuichi as well, building up the speed of her bobbing and constantly licking with her tongue to make him feel as good as possible. And, the whole time, Shuichi kept softly stroking Kirumi’s hair, unconsciously rewarding her for her efforts and spurring her onwards to worship his dick even more.

“Mmm… I believe I am ready now, Master Saihara,” Kirumi announced with a little drool running down her chin after a few minutes of sucking. “If you are going to order me to have sex, now would be the best time.”

“A-alright then… let’s do it,” Shuichi replied, panting. “Is it okay if we do it… here?”

“Of course, Master. So long as our deeds aren’t revealed to the company, I would gladly do it with you anywhere.” Kirumi stood up and straddled Shuichi’s groin once more – only this time, nothing was separating his dick from her lower lips. “Now just hold still a moment, and we can get started.”

Shuichi once again gripped his armrests tightly as Kirumi lifted herself and maneuvered his shaft inside her. The inside of her hole was just as warm and tight as he remembered it was, and he could swear her could feel it squeeze tighter with each inch that the maid pressed inside her. She refused to slow her descent, though, and only stopped moving when she felt her groin collide with his.

“Aaaah… there we are, Master Saihara. I trust my body is satisfactory as always.” Kirumi sighed as she gave Shuichi a moment to get used to being inside her. “Would you like to be the one to thrust, or should I?”

“B-both!” Shuichi replied, hips already bucking on instinct. “Both would be good!”

“Very well, Master Saihara.” Kirumi placed her hands onto Shuichi’s shoulders and began to thrust herself up and down on Shuichi’s lap, doing her best to meet Shuichi’s pace while at the same time subtly encouraging him to move faster. The room soon filled with the echos of their fucking, the two both moaning and gasping as the chair underneath them creaked with their movements.

“A-ah! Ms. Tojo! You feel… so good!” Shuichi placed his hands onto his boss’s hips to help him thrust even harder into her warm wet depths. His thrusts were so powerful that, even still bound by her shirt and bra, Kirumi’s breasts bounced hypnotically in front of his face, making him wish that they were free for him to taste and to touch. He knew that she’d tear her shirt off at a moment’s notice if he requested, but he couldn’t bring himself to ask; after all, she was already fucking him in at the desk that controlled the company, where decisions worth billions of yen were made every day; he figured he didn’t have much right to ask for anything else in that situation.

“Thank you, sir! You feel amazing as well!” Kirumi moaned over the sound of their wet sexes rubbing together. “Every time I feel you plunge inside me, it feels like a part of me… is being made whole, Master!”

“Ah! K-keep going!” Shuichi begged, grunting as he held onto Kirumi even harder.

“Your body… feels amazing against mine, and your technique… it’s improving!” Kirumi said, her now arms wrapping around Shuichi’s torso. “And I’ve never had anyone fuck me with so much… enthusiasm before! You’re putting all your effort… into every thrust!”

“Ghhngh!” Shuichi returned Kirumi’s hug and began to kiss along her neck, careful not to leave any hickeys but still sucking enough to show his appreciation for her body. For half an hour this went on, the two so close that it was like their bodies had become one. Then, Shuichi felt a familiar buildup of pleasure that let him know his climax was approaching. “K-Kirumi! I… I’m getting close already!”

“Do not worry, my Master! Finish… as soon as you desire!” Kirumi grunted in reply. “As always, it would be an honor to take your seed!”

“Th-thank you, so much! For everything!” Shuichi groaned and hugged himself again to Kirumi’s body, his hips bucking up into her as hard as he could as his pleasure built up to the breaking point. Then, he finally felt himself explode, a wave of pure ecstasy washing through him as his dick began to unload inside the beautiful woman on his lap. Shot after shot of his thick seed splashed against the diaphragm covering Kirumi’s cervix, her wet walls squeezing around his dick to help milk out every last drop he could muster. Shuichi moaned into Kirumi’s bosom the whole time, kissing her breasts through her shirt and occasionally muttering a compliment into her body.

“Aaah… thank you, Master Saihara. I can already tell that you gifted me another wonderful, healthy load,” Kirumi said, her hands resting softly on Shuichi’s shoulders while a warm feeling spread across her lower body.

“Y-you’re welcome…” Shuichi replied as his orgasm slowly fading and his dick softening inside Kirumi. “It felt good for you too, right?”

“How I felt about it hardly matters…” Kirumi would have stopped there, but she noticed the sad look in Shuichi’s eyes. “… but it felt amazing, nonetheless, Master. Your skills with your body continue to improve.”

“Mmm… that’s good to hear.” Shuichi smiled and began kissing Kirumi again.

“Still feeling amorous? Well, I suppose we do have enough time to go again if you so wish.” Kirumi reached into one of her pockets and took out a green pill. “Swallow this, and we can start again right away.”

Shuichi’s eyes widened when he saw the pill and, without thinking, he flinched and covered his face. “N-no! Keep that way!”

“What?” Kirumi blinked in shock. “Is… something wrong, Master Saihara? You took the pill the first time we met without any problems. Did you have a bad experience with this **** recently?”

“No, no! I’m fine, really,” Shuichi replied. “I just… don’t feel like taking any pills today.”

“Master… while I am willing to do many things for you, I am afraid I can’t do the impossible.” Kirumi looked Shuichi in the eye. “And it would be impossible for me to believe an obvious lie like that.”

“Augh…” Shuichi looked away from her in shame. “I… had a Kibofil overdose yesterday. It’s a long story, but… I’d rather not talk about it right now.”

“… very well then; I understand. You don’t have to take the pill if you don’t want to.” Kirumi put the pill away and stood up off Shuichi’s lap, cleaning herself and Shuichi up with some nearby tissues and putting her pants back on. “In fact, I have a much better idea for how we can spend the rest of our time together.”

Shuichi watched curiously as Kirumi walked to a nearby leather couch and lied down onto it. She then patted her chest, signaling to Shuichi what she wanted to do. Shuichi swallowed and walked over to the couch, where he carefully laid down onto her body and rested his head against her chest.

“It’s okay, Master. You’re safe here,” Kirumi whispered reassuringly, her hands caressing Shuichi’s head the same way he caressed her. “I won’t let anything happen to you.”

“Mmm… thank you, Kirumi.” Shuichi closed his eyes and relaxed his body. “You’re too kind to me.”

“I could say the same thing to you, Master Saihara,” Kirumi whispered back. “Now please, relax for as long as you see fit. I’m here for you.”

Shuichi nodded silently and did exactly that, enjoying the feeling of his maid’s comforting warmth and allowing his all his anxieties melt away.