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After she finished speaking, she picked up the phone on her desk.
Ten minutes later, Rina Kazama knocked on the door and came in. She had changed into her office lady outfit and looked nervous when she saw Natsu Shirakawa and Yuzuriha Yu.
"Uh, not again." Shirakawa Natsu was speechless.
“Because she’ll be your secretary from now on.” Yuzuriha waved to Rina Kazama: “After all, you’ll be very busy with many things, and it will be more convenient to have someone handle your work.”
Kazama Rina quickly bowed to Shirakawa Natsumi: "Please give me your guidance, Mr. Shirakawa. I will do my best not to disappoint you."
“Okay.” Shirakawa Natsu nodded. Since he wasn’t paying her salary, there was no reason for her to refuse. It was better to have someone else handle some miscellaneous tasks. “I’ll go now. Call me if you need anything.”
He also planned to go back and tell the other women about his idea.
"Xia Xia," Yuzuriha called out to him, "She's already yours. It would be better to make her your lover. Women always have special feelings for their first man. That's the best way to deal with a woman."
She didn't shy away from speaking in front of Rina Kazama at all, and just said it openly and frankly.
Upon hearing this, Kazama Rina trembled, but lowered her head and remained silent.
Shirakawa Natsu stopped, turned around, and looked at Yuzuriha Yu with a dangerous gaze.
"Hmph." Yuzuriha Yu chuckled twice, not paying attention to his gaze: "To gain something, you must give up something else. And if you want to gain real power, you must be prepared to take everything into your own hands, at any cost, because you are no longer just representing yourself, but also the followers behind you."
She pointed at Rina Kazama: "Come on, right here. Tear her clothes off, go inside her. She's just your tool and toy, not a person."
"Slap!" Shirakawa Natsu slapped Yuzuriha across the face, making her stagger: "Get your bearings right."
Shirakawa Natsumi's gaze was dangerous: "You can give me advice, but don't tell me how to do things."
Yuzuriha touched her cheek, which burned with pain.
There was no anger on her face; instead, her smile was even more beautiful than before.
Shirakawa Natsu looked at her graceful body, grabbed her by the neck, and slammed this mature woman onto the desk.
He reached into her short skirt and pulled it down along with her pantyhose.
He loosened his belt, flipped her over, and pinned her to the desk.
"It hurts, push harder!" Yuzuriha Yu screamed, then her face broke into a maniacal grin, completely devoid of her usual gentle demeanor.
Like a beast driven by desire.
Kazama Rina stood aside watching all this, trembling all over, too afraid to move.
In the end, she did not escape her fate.
Yuzuriha Yu sat on the desk, with Kazama Rina lying between her legs, her head being held down.
Shirakawa Natsu held her buttocks. She really was a virgin. From crying and begging for mercy at the beginning, she now seemed to have fallen into some kind of madness, trapped in a sexual trap.
……
PARKING LOT.
"I'll drive." Shirakawa Natsu looked at Kazama Rina's unsteady gait and realized that this senior was clearly unable to drive.
Chapter 482 I really like blond hair
Rina Kazama's eyes were red-rimmed. She was barefoot, wearing high heels; her pantyhose had just been torn and thrown away. Her office lady skirt only reached her thighs, revealing her long, fair legs.
She was in a very bad state; she had just lost her virginity in a daze.
Important things are taken away at will, and dignity is trampled on.
A burning pain kept coming from below.
Her boyfriend's sunny and cheerful face appeared in her mind.
"Woo..."
Tears streamed down her face, running down her delicate cheeks despite her lack of makeup.
"Um, senior, are you alright?" Shirakawa Natsumi's expression was strange. She was fine just now, but he only said a word of concern and it immediately broke her defenses.
Kazama Rina quickly wiped away her tears and forced a smile: "I'm sorry, I made you laugh. I... I'll take the train home by myself."
"Come on up. You're my secretary, aren't you?" Shirakawa Natsu noticed that something was wrong with her.
"I..." Rina Kazama hesitated for a moment, but when she saw Natsumi Shirakawa's handsome face, she nodded with difficulty: "Okay."
She stepped into the passenger seat, a sudden look of pain flashing across her face, as if a wound had been torn open. She gritted her teeth and endured the pain as she sat in the passenger seat.
Shirakawa Natsu noticed her movements out of the corner of her eye, and the scene in the office just now flashed through her mind.
Kazama Rina cried out in agony, only to be immediately pressed down by Yuzuriha Yu.
Looking back now, I realize that my behavior was indeed too brutal. I didn't treat her as a human being with flesh and blood, but rather as a tool that could be trampled on at will.
Is this the taste of power—the ability to arbitrarily control the life and death of ordinary people?
Without a doubt, Yuzuriha Yu succeeded in releasing a certain evil within him.
"Where do you live? Let me take you home first." Shirakawa Natsu pulled himself out of his thoughts. After all, he wasn't a bad person, and he felt a little guilty.
"This is my address." Rina Kazama carefully handed over the phone.
Shirakawa Natsu glanced at the phone screen out of the corner of her eye.
Located in the suburbs of Tokyo, the apartment is less than ten square meters, yet it contains everything you need for living, but its advantage lies in its low price.
"Okay." Shirakawa Natsu started the car and looked ahead: "Senior, you buttoned your shirt wrong."
Kazama Rina was startled and looked down at her chest. The buttons on her white shirt were off, and a small part of her chest was exposed below her collarbone.
There were also purplish-blue scratches on it.
Rina Kazama looked embarrassed.
Her fingers touched the button, wanting to unbutton it, but then she realized there was a man nearby. Hesitating, she thought about how her body had just been thoroughly violated, and there was no longer any need to avoid danger.
She was a goddess adored by countless boys at school, but now she feels so lowly.
After a wry smile, Kazama Rina reached out and unbuttoned her shirt.
There were scratch marks on her snow-white chest.
The handsome boy next to her possessed a strength that seemed disproportionate to his appearance; she felt as if her breasts were about to be crushed.
"Senior, why did you come to Yamagishi Group?" Shirakawa Natsu asked as she drove.
He didn't have a bad impression of Kazama Rina; a girl who could remain a virgin couldn't possibly have warped values.
“My home is in Shikoku. It’s a beautiful place. Every summer, there’s always a breeze that cools you down. The people there are very friendly, and we’re like one big family.” Kazama Rina smiled wryly. “There’s only one school in town, and I have to ride my bike for about half an hour to get to school every day.”
Shirakawa Natsumi continued driving, listening quietly to her story.
“That time my bicycle chain broke.” A look of melancholy flashed in Rina Kazama’s eyes. “I fell on the muddy road, cut my knee on a stone, and bled a lot. It hurt a lot, and I sat on the ground and cried for a long time until it got dark. After I was tired of crying, I pushed my bicycle back home, crying as I went. I still remember that feeling of loneliness and helplessness. That’s why I wanted to come to Tokyo, because half of the people in the East are here, and I didn’t want to be alone. Before I knew it, I was here. It’s a pretty pointless reason, isn’t it?”
“Most things may seem trivial to others, but they are very important to the people involved.” Shirakawa Natsu didn’t understand this feeling.
He felt that living in the countryside was quite nice.
“I came to Yamagishi Group for an internship and became Yuzuriha-nee’s secretary. She was very kind to me and took me to many events. It was a life I never dared to believe before.” Kazama Rina lowered her head, her eyes filled with complex emotions. “My father fell ill, and when Yuzuriha-nee found out, she sent someone to bring him to Tokyo.”
Shirakawa Natsu remained silent. Contrary to his expectations, Yuzuriha Yu controlled her without using her yakuza background.
He glanced at Kazama Rina in the rearview mirror; she looked unwell, her hair disheveled and unkempt, which only made her appear more pitiful.
If this girl with the face of a first love were to participate in a talent show, she would be a heartthrob for male fans.
Yuzuriha's hiring of her as his secretary was clearly premeditated; even if not for him, she would have given her as a gift to someone else worth manipulating.
"Would you...give me to another man?" Kazama Rina gritted her teeth, lowered her head, and dared not look up at him.
Although she had just entered the workforce, she had already watched quite a few movies.
These upper-class people have a lot of fun. They have their female companions use their bodies to accompany them while eating and drinking, but I don't know if that's true.
"No." Shirakawa Natsu shook her head.
He has no feelings for Kazama Rina, and he would never consider her his woman; she is merely a work assistant.
But I won't let others use my tools.
"Thank you." Kazama Rina let out a long breath, glancing at Shirakawa Natsu out of the corner of her eye. He was handsome and refined, and she could accept giving him a time rather than letting him play with those middle-aged men.
"Ding-dong." Her phone beeped with a text message.
Rina Kazama took out her phone, looked at the screen, and her expression became complicated.
"What's wrong?" Shirakawa Natsu asked.
"My...my boyfriend," Kazama Rina gritted her teeth. "He invited me to dinner tonight."
As she spoke, her eyes, which had stopped reddening, began to redden again.
After all, just ten minutes ago, she was still a young girl.
"Shall I take you?" Shirakawa Natsu asked.
"No need," Kazama Rina shook her head. "I just want to go back and take a shower."
"it is good."
"Want more?" Kazama Rina suddenly asked.
"Hmm?" Shirakawa Natsu turned her head, her expression strange: "Now?"
"Mmm." Kazama Rina lowered her head, biting her lip, not daring to look up at him. "Please hold me tight."
"Okay." Shirakawa Natsu parked the car on the side of the road, then moved the driver's seat back to make room.
Rina Kazama moved awkwardly, straddling his lap from the passenger seat.
Shirakawa Natsumi held her in his arms as promised.
"Ugh." Kazama Rina cried out in pain with her eyes closed, hugging him tightly with both hands.
Soon, the sound of Kazama Rina crying could be heard inside the car; it was unclear whether it was from pain or pleasure, or both.
As Shirakawa Natsu moved, she felt that all she needed now was a phone call from her boyfriend.
"Ring ring ring!" Rina Kazama's phone rang.
“…” Shirakawa Natsu
Chapter 483 Yellow Hair's Behavior
Rina Kazama covered her mouth with one hand, trying to keep her breathing quiet. With her other hand, she picked up her phone, her expression complex as she looked at the caller ID, her finger hovering over the hang-up button.
Shirakawa Natsumi's hand emerged from her shirt.
First, press and hold her finger, then swipe the screen to connect the call.
"?" Kazama Rina looked surprised.
A deep male voice came through the phone: "Lina, I'm sorry to call you, did I disturb your work?"
"N-no, I'm off work." Kazama Rina took her hand off her mouth, leaned all her weight into Shirakawa Natsu's lap, and steadied herself. "Dad, is something wrong?"
"Dad?" Shirakawa Natsu was taken aback, stopped what she was doing, and didn't move her other hand either.
He was quite embarrassed; he suddenly had the impulse to recreate a movie, but it backfired.
Rina Kazama's face turned bright red. Even though he hadn't moved, the thing was still inside her, and its exaggerated length made it hard for her to ignore.
"It's nothing, I just wanted to talk to you." The middle-aged man's voice on the other end of the phone was calm: "Rina, you've always been my pride since you were little. You've always been very independent, and it's good that you chose to come to Tokyo. I'm sorry for all the trouble you've gone through for my surgery. As your father, I haven't been able to help you, but instead I've become a burden to you. I'm really an unfit father."
“Dad…” Kazama Rina’s eyes reddened: “I know, when I applied to the University of Tokyo, it was Dad who knelt down and begged relatives and friends for money.”
Listening to their conversation, Shirakawa Natsu knew that her father was having surgery tomorrow and was talking to his daughter on the phone today.
There were no dramatic changes; the father continued to support his daughter quietly.
He also felt it was inappropriate to interrupt the touching heart-to-heart talk between the father and daughter at this time.
But her hand moved on its own, gripping her chest tightly.
With the other hand, slightly lift her hips, so that her feet are supported and she is in a semi-suspended state, allowing her to move her waist at a distance.
"Lina, are you feeling unwell?" The middle-aged man asked with concern.
"Yes, I caught a bit of a chill last night." Kazama Rina clenched her teeth, closed her eyes tightly, and shyly dared not look up.