The heavy wooden sliding door glides shut behind you, cutting off your grandfather’s sharp gaze. As you walk down the polished wooden engawa veranda, the serene view of the inner courtyard garden does little to distract you. Your mind is entirely occupied by the thought of a Westerner, and the deeply appealing prospect of seeding her womb with your seed.
You turn the corner into a wider corridor and spot Yagami. She is standing perfectly upright, the binder held flat against her chest, her crisp business suit completely unwrinkled. Her professional appearance makes what you are about to ask feel all the more awkward. But your persists. You clear your throat, and after much difficulty, explain the situation, all the while keeping your eyes slightly averted.
Yagami listens without a single flicker of judgment or embarrassment. Her expression remains entirely neutral. "I understand, Doe-sama," she says, her voice smooth and entirely professional. "However, you will have to determine which specific individuals you want, and then tell me. Once you provide the names, I will make all the necessary arrangements if she's favorable to the request."
The sheer efficiency of her response leaves you momentarily speechless. The reality of your family's reach hits you all over again. You just asked for women to be flown in for your pleasure, and her only response is to ask for names.
"Anyone?"
"Of age," she added. "We don't need a Japanese version of that 'E' file."
"Right," you say, clearing your throat again as you look down the corridor. "I need to think about it."
"Of course, Doe-sama," Yagami replies with a polite, seamless bow. "Please take your time. I will be ready whenever you have the list."
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