Chapter 71: Starting a new life in Tokyo
"Wow! This new house is incredible! It’s so much more spacious and luxurious than the one we had before! And even from what I’ve seen so far, Tokyo looks beautiful!" Chris exclaims.
He, Mia, Zaira, and Isabelle are having dinner in the kitchen of their new home, having moved in just a few hours earlier. It’s a house with a garden in the quiet residential district of Setagaya.
"I’ve told you a thousand times not to talk with your mouth full," Mia scolds him, clearly disgusted.
"Oh, come on, don’t be so hard," Isabelle chimes in — her mouth full as well. "Anyway, yeah, this place is definitely a big step up from before. We’re really lucky the company I’ll start working for on Monday offers employee housing at a ridiculously low price, otherwise we probably would’ve had to settle for another rundown place. And just nearby, there’s the Tama hills — a quiet, secluded spot, perfect for training... and for getting up to naughty stuff."
"Do you always think about that...?" Mia grumbles.
"You mean training?"
"No, I mean the naughty stuff!"
"And what’s wrong with that? Besides, I’m not the only one with that idea — a couple of hours ago, while I was checking out the area, I came across a young couple. They were so cute."
"Don’t tell me you went and bothered them?!"
"Oh no, I just took a quick peek."
Mia shakes her head in exasperation.
"So now you’re a voyeur too...? Just what we needed..."
"Oh, by the way, what’s the name of the company you’ll be working for?" Zaira asks — her mouth still full, though by now Mia has given up trying to teach them table manners.
"Haven’t I told you yet? Oh, I’m so forgetful. It’s called Seryou Biotech — I think it’s some kind of pharmaceutical company... actually, I have no idea."
Mia lets out a long, exasperated sigh.
"If you don’t even know, and you’re the one working there..."
They continue eating with the TV on in the background, when Isabelle suddenly grabs the remote and turns up the volume.
The news is showing a report that immediately grabs all their attention.
"One week after the terrible terrorist attack in New York, the toll is staggering: over six million dead and much of the city destroyed. On behalf of all of Japan, we express our condolences to the victims of this tragedy and their families.
Reconstruction efforts are already underway, and people are doing what they can to restore the Big Apple. Among them is businessman and philanthropist — as well as a candidate in the upcoming presidential election — Frank Pyton, who has just donated one million dollars to rebuild a kindergarten destroyed in the attack."
The footage shows a reporter from an American news channel alongside Frank Pyton. In front of them are the ruins of a partially collapsed kindergarten, and Frank looks at them with a sorrowful expression.
"Mr. Pyton, first of all, thank you on behalf of the entire community for this remarkable act of generosity and civic spirit," the interviewer begins.
"It’s the least I could do, but this is only the beginning. I’m doing everything I can to redirect as many funds as possible from my companies into rebuilding our beloved city, starting with education. Young people are our future — the very foundation of our society — and that’s where rebuilding must begin. I plan to fund the reconstruction of at least ten schools as soon as possible, in the hope that others will follow my example and contribute as well — starting with the current president."
"Mr. Pyton, you’re certainly not one to mince words. Could the city’s reconstruction become the key battleground in next year’s elections?"
"I find that remark in poor taste. The good of the country should always come first, not be used as a tool for political gain. That said, it’s undeniable that the president and his administration must take full responsibility for what has happened. It’s inconceivable that an entire city could be rigged with explosives without anyone noticing. For this reason, it is their duty to contribute actively by investing in reconstruction, not just offering words of condolence. I’m afraid I have to go now — I have a meeting shortly with the shareholders of one of my companies to discuss reconstruction funds. Before I leave, I’d like to express my sympathy to all those affected by this tragedy — New York will soon rise stronger and more beautiful than ever, I promise you."
"Six million dead... Levreeshka really went too far this time..." Isabelle murmurs, clearly shaken.
"Yeah..." Mia agrees. "Still, that guy, Frank Pyton, seems like a genuinely good person. He offered to take us in until we got back on our feet, and now all this charity... if only all humans were like him..."
Isabelle gives a faint, knowing smirk.
"Trust me, it’d be much better if they weren’t..."
"Why do you say that? He seems like a good guy to me too," Chris chimes in. "Sure, it’s pretty clear he’s riding the wave of it for publicity, but I don’t really see anything wrong with wanting something in return after all the money he’s putting in."
"If only that were the case. That man’s only clean on the outside, believe me. I’ll give him this — he really knows what he’s doing, even if his morals don’t quite match his cunning. In just a few years, starting from nothing, he built an empire, and he’ll probably be President of the United States before long. In the few years I worked for him, I saw the richest and most powerful people in the world come through his villa — bankers, oil tycoons, entrepreneurs, even film and sports stars. And I get the feeling he’s involved in something far darker and more dangerous. But this isn’t the time to talk about who Frank Pyton really is. More importantly, Chris, tonight is our first night in the new house. And as promised... you’ll get your special reward. I hope you’re in top shape, because my pussy’s been aching all day!"
At those words, Chris nods eagerly, just as impatient, while Mia nearly chokes on her food.
"Please, show a little decency at the table... especially when I’m here!"
Isabelle shoots her a sly glance.
"It’s exactly because you’re here that this is the perfect time to bring it up — since it involves you too."
"D-Don’t even think about dragging me into your perverted games! I’m a proper girl with good morals!"
"I warned you a thousand times not to take more power from the Tear of Azkarith than you could handle, and yet you disobeyed me — Chris and Zaira almost paid for it. Just because I haven’t said anything since then doesn’t mean I’ve forgotten. In fact, I’ve been thinking about the right punishment for you... and well, I’ve just come up with a wonderful idea to mix business with pleasure. You’ll have to watch from start to finish as Chris gets his well-earned reward again and again, all night until dawn — or at least, I hope so..."
Mia turns bright red. She’s so overwhelmed with embarrassment that she starts babbling incoherently.
"I can stay and watch too, right? RIIIGHT???" Zaira asks Isabelle, bouncing excitedly in her seat.
"This is Chris’s reward night — it’s up to him to decide whether you can stay and watch... or even join in," Isabelle replies, giving Chris a languid glance.
At that proposal, his eyes widen in disbelief and he starts trembling like there’s an earthquake.
"C-Can I really... have a threesome with you and Zaira?!"
"That’s what I just said. And I have to admit, the idea really intrigues me — I’ve never done it either. But as they say, there’s always a first time, right? I may still be incredibly sexy, but I’m already past forty, and I can’t exactly wait until I become some old relic to enjoy the pleasures life has to offer. But think it through carefully — satisfying two women takes twice the effort, and a fair bit of skill. Do you think you’re ready for a night with me and Zaira, my little Chris?"
He suddenly springs to his feet and slams his hands on the table, brimming with excitement.
"I-I don’t think I’ve ever been this ready for anything in my entire life! W-What are we waiting for?! Let’s go!"
"Yeah, you definitely seem eager..." Isabelle remarks with a mischievous smirk, her gaze drifting down to his crotch.
Chris is so excited and distracted that he doesn’t even realize the erection straining against his pants, clearly visible to everyone now that he’s standing.
Even Mia, sitting beside him, can’t help but let her gaze drop there, but she quickly forces herself to look away. She glances around, hoping no one noticed — but fortunately for her, everyone’s attention is fixed on Chris’s erection.
I-Isabelle is such a bitch! H-How can she force me to watch her and that other perverted succubus do things like that with my brother...? This is way too indecent, even for someone like her!
But then why... is my heart racing?! It’s like... I can’t wait for them to start! No, no, no — that can’t be it! There has to be some logical explanation! Maybe it’s just the excitement of the new house, the new school, and everything! Yeah, that must be it!
Zaira and Isabelle spring to their feet as well, with the same enthusiasm as Chris.
"Let the fun begin!"