Chapter 89 Hidden Encounters in the Supply Room꞉ Shoichi and Reika’s Secret Interlude
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
I guided Reika toward the sturdy supply table, helping her settle onto its surface. The air in the cramped room was thick with tension as I positioned myself between her legs. The table’s height was perfect, allowing me to align with her effortlessly.
”Nn… ah!” Reika gasped, her voice soft in the quiet room.
I gripped the backs of her knees, spreading her legs wider to ensure I could go deeper, reaching her core. Reika yielded completely, her posture open and inviting. I took in the sight of our connection, something I hadn’t had the luxury to observe closely during our first time. Her intimate hue was healthy, and the warmth enveloped me as I slowly buried myself within her.
”Ha… hnn… you’re so… large… inside… I can feel your presence… so clearly…” Reika whispered, her glasses fogging slightly from her rising heat.
”Reika… you’re so warm… it feels incredible…” I replied, my voice steady but breathless.
Despite it being only our second time, the entry was smooth, likely due to the fervent state our earlier kisses had induced. Even now, her arousal glistened at our junction. To pierce through the path I had only recently claimed sent a thrill through me.
”Nn… you’re twitching… it’s alright… to move… you know?” Reika murmured, her eyes locked on mine.
I didn’t need further encouragement. I began to rock my hips in a steady rhythm, my hands reaching for the buttons of her pristine white shirt. One by one, they gave way, revealing her elegant curves. Her chest swayed before me, her peaks tightened with excitement, fueling my desire further.
”Haah, hnn, ah…! You’re… reaching… so deep…” she cried out.
I captured her softness in my palms, increasing my tempo. The sense of transgression was intoxicating—here, in the supply room of our workplace, in the middle of the day, I was taking this noble young lady. It was a different kind of excitement compared to holding the royal sisters in Dominion. Her flushed face, reddened ears, and the way she accepted me so completely—it was a sight I wanted to etch into my memory forever.
But I had to remind myself: maintaining her Affection Level at ninety-nine was crucial for the Slave of Love condition. I drank in the pleasure her body offered, but eventually, I forced myself to still. With a slow draw, I broke our connection.
”Ah…” Reika let out a soft, trailing sound.
The absence of her warmth left my skin chilled by the room’s air. My length throbbed, glistening with the traces of our encounter. Reika, still inexperienced, remained where she was, her body trembling from the intensity. I felt a dark urge to continue, to explore and dominate her further.
”Reika. Place your hands on the table and turn your back to me,” I commanded.
”I understand,” she replied, following my instructions without hesitation. She stepped down, leaning over the table and offering herself to me from behind.
I gripped her hips, pulling them back as I admired the view. “It’s beautiful, Reika…” I said quietly.
Every detail was clear—dampened and gleaming with her essence. I positioned myself at her entrance once more and pushed forward, re-entering her from this new, sharper angle.
”Ahhhhhhh…!” Reika’s body jolted, the different trajectory striking a new chord within her.
”I’m going to move now…” I warned.
”Yes… whenever you… nn!? Ah, ahhh!! Ha, aah…! From behind… it’s so… intense!!” Reika cried out, her voice echoing the rhythm of our bodies meeting.
No matter how forcefully I thrust, her softness absorbed the impact, welcoming me. I wondered how much she could take, and in response to my curiosity, I increased my speed.
”Haahhhhhh…! Ah, hiii…! Every time… you hit… it feels… too good…!” Reika’s voice broke into desperate gasps.
Her skin began to redden under my touch. Perhaps it was the days of abstinence or the thrill of the forbidden location, but I found myself nearing my limit far sooner than expected. I drove into her depths, pressing against her core as release approached.
”…!!? Ah… ha, aa…!” Reika’s internal walls tightened, aiding my climax with relentless pressure.
”Nn, ha, aaaaaaaaaaaaaah…! I-it’s… hiii…!” her voice rose to a crescendo.
She was clearly experiencing a forced peak from the depth of my release. Her voice, however, was becoming too loud. The thought of someone passing in the hallway sent a chill through me. Thinking quickly, I grabbed her discarded undergarment and rolled it into a bundle.
”Reika… bite on this…!” I urged, pressing the fabric into her open mouth to muffle her cries.
”~~~~~~~~~~~~~…!! ~~~~~~, ~~~~~~~~~~~…!?” Muffled sounds were all that escaped her now as I filled her.
Pinned so deeply, Reika had no escape from the waves of pleasure. Her body shook with tremors, fully surrendering. As the initial surge faded, she remained shivering, her strength spent.
”Hey, Reika…? Are you alright?” I asked, noticing her lack of response.
Before I could decide whether to remove the fabric, Ami-chan’s voice drifted into my mind.
”Look at Reika, biting her own things with her eyes rolling back. Her body just isn’t used to that level of stimulation yet.”
She was on the verge of losing consciousness. She might have heard my voice as a distant hum, but the meaning likely eluded her. To think that the elegant Lady Reika was now reduced to this—disheveled and dazed in a dusty supply room after being mastered by me.
I couldn’t see her face clearly from my position, but the imagination of her refined features distorted by such raw pleasure fueled a renewed desire for control. My body, despite having just finished, had not lost its vigor. If anything, the way she pulsed around me felt like a direct provocation.
I reached down, hooked my arms under her thighs, and lifted her completely off the floor. Her legs wrapped around my waist as I began to move again.
”Nn-ugh!?”
Losing her footing meant her entire body swayed dynamically with each thrust. It felt as though I were using a living, breathing vessel for my satisfaction. The angle was tighter, the friction more demanding, yet it felt immensely right.
”Nn, n, uuu!? N, mu, uuuuu…!” Muffled whimpers continued to leak from her as she bit down on the cloth.
I intended to bring her to the brink once more, driven by a dark sense of satisfaction. Looking down, I saw the evidence of our passion on the floor beneath us. The fact that she could feel this much pleasure while being used in such a manner filled me with a powerful sense of conquest.
I wanted to fill her with my desires once more. My fingers dug into her thighs as my movements became more erratic and forceful. The sensitive parts of me were rubbed raw by her internal heat, sending sparks of sensation through my entire being. The heat rose again, a surge of energy gathering for a final, powerful strike.
”Aaaaaaaaaaaaaah…!? Ah… n, iiiiuuuuuuuuuu…! ~~~~~~…!”
It was a torrential release, as if I intended to mark her very soul. Usually, the royal sisters would share such a burden, taking turns to receive my passion, but Reika was enduring it all alone, twice in a row. The intensity must have been staggering for her.
Because I had never withdrawn, the volume within her was significant. Her body acted as a vessel for everything I had to give. As the lunch break drew to a close, I finally felt myself receding.
When I eventually pulled away, the excess spilled out toward the floor. “I really put out a lot this time…” I muttered to myself.
I was still relatively new to these experiences, and the public nature of the environment had clearly overstimulated my brain. Reika, meanwhile, was still gasping for air, her consciousness present but her body refusing to obey. Seeing her state, I took some wet wipes from the supply shelf and set about cleaning the floor and tending to her, waiting for her to find her feet again.
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Summary:
Shoichi and Reika share an intense, secret sexual encounter in the workplace supply room, where Shoichi dominates her twice to increase her Affection Level.
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Character Insight:
Shoichi demonstrates a growing streak of dominance and a calculating nature, viewing his physical relationship with Reika through the lens of ‘system’ goals like the Slave of Love condition. Reika, despite her high-status upbringing, shows a complete and somewhat overwhelmed devotion to Shoichi, losing herself to the pleasure he provides.
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Behind the Scene:
The author uses the supply room setting to contrast the ‘modern Japan’ world with the high-fantasy ‘Dominion’ world, showing that the protagonist’s desires remain consistent across both realms.
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T/L:
¹ [Dominion] The fantasy world or kingdom where the protagonist interacts with royal sisters and exercises his power. ↩
² [Slave of Love] A specific condition or status effect in the story’s system that likely implies total devotion or magical binding of a partner. ↩
³ [Affection Level] A numerical representation of a character’s emotional attachment or loyalty to the protagonist, often visible via a system interface. ↩
Notes:
• Reika – A beautiful high school kendo student who is engaged to ‘The Handsome’ for what seems like familial or arranged reasons. She is a ‘guarded’ beauty. Sha has long black hair, intense eyes, and wearing kendo uniform.
• Ami – A palm-sized fairy-like being from a world separate from both Earth and the isekai realm. She has light blue hair tied in a ponytail, mischievous blue eyes, and tiny wings that flutter behind her. Her outfit consists of a provocative high-cut leotard and a short jacket that looks like a miniskirt from the back, leaving her legs bare. Despite her playful appearance, she is actively searching for a contractor who can protect her from dangerous pursuers in exchange for the powers she offers.
• Gin – A friend of Kiraurumi who craves excitement and is secretly a ‘lolita enthusiast’ complexed about her own tall stature. She sees the world-saving mission as a ‘plane ride over a river’ of boredom.
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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