Yui's expression twisted. Her hands slammed down on the desk as she stood up. "They won't believe you!"
Arkham laughed, slow and cold. "You think I'd come in here running my mouth without evidence? You think I'd risk my job—my entire future—on a bluff?"
The calmness in his tone sent a chill down her spine. Yui's confidence started to crack. 'Did he really have proof?' Her eyes narrowed, locked onto his.
In Japan, getting fired was no small matter—a stain that followed you for life. Changing companies wasn't easy. Careers were built on loyalty and clean records. And most people even stay in one company their entire life.
Before she could say anything more, Arkham cut her off. "And if you're thinking of demanding proof, don't bother. I'm not stupid enough to hand you access to the evidence. So, make your choice."
His eyes gleamed with cold certainty. "Will you risk it all? Or play smart?"
He leaned back, smirking. "Just so you know, the only reason I haven't sold this to your competitors already… is because I hate your guts. If I didn't, I'd have made a killing by now.
And I'm sure they'd love to welcome that kind of info. Especially the ones tied to the Yakuza."
Yui's face turned pale instantly. She knew those rumors. She knew exactly what her enemies were capable of.
With information like that, the company's future wouldn't just be at risk—it'd be handed over to the wolves. The consequences wouldn't just be bad. They'd be catastrophic.
"…Wh-What do you want?" she asked, her voice finally breaking.
Arkham tilted his head, smirking. "What do you think I want?" He casually raised his hand and pointed toward the window that overlooked the street below. "Go stand there."
Yui blinked. "What?"
"Right there," he said, finger still aimed. "By the window."
The request was strange. She knew that. But the look in his eyes… it told her he wasn't bluffing.
With no other choice, Yui walked slowly toward the window. Her heels clicked against the floor, her gaze never leaving Arkham's face—even as suspicion and unease filled her chest.
She reached the spot, sunlight streaming through the glass and washing over her.
The light caught her figure perfectly—her silhouette glowing with warmth. Her black hair shimmered, and the professional blazer clung to her body just enough to highlight her curves.
In that moment, standing in the golden light, she looked like something out of a movie. Beautiful. Untouchable. Powerful. But for the first time… she wasn't in control.
"Look through the window," Arkham said, his voice calm but firm. "Tell me what you see."
Yui hesitated for a second, then slowly turned her eyes toward the glass.
As she stared outside, she could hear his footsteps behind her—slow, deliberate, drawing closer with each step.
The office was on the 15th floor, and from here, she had a wide view of the city. Cars moved like tiny insects below. People walked along the sidewalks, completely unaware of the tension brewing above them. The sun was beginning to set, casting a soft orange glow over the skyline.
"I… I see the street," she said quietly, voice a little shaky. "People… walking. Cars. The usual traffic…"
Her heart beat faster. She could feel it beating hard in her chest. She didn't dare turn around, but she could feel him—Arkham—getting closer.
His presence was heavy. Oppressive. Intoxicating. She swallowed. "The sunset… it's bright," she continued, trying to keep her voice steady. "The buildings look golden from here…"
But her words trailed off as she felt the warmth of his breath just behind her. He was close—too close. Her fingers tightened at her sides.
Arkham leaned in, his lips just inches from her skin. "Resist," he whispered, voice low and steady, "if you want the worst to happen."
Then, slowly, he brought his hand into her mouth."So tell me," he murmured. "Will you resist? Answer me."
"...Mmph…" Her voice was barely a sound, muffled behind his hand—but Arkham caught it.
"No."
She shook her head slightly, the motion subtle, but clear.
Right now, Yui didn't dare resist. She wasn't stupid—far from it. She could see exactly where things were heading. But still, somewhere deep inside, she feel something weird. Her skin tingled, her breathing grew uneven, and despite herself—a strange sense of anticipation bloomed in her heart.
Arkham hesitated for a brief moment—just a flicker of doubt But he quickly pushed the thought aside. 'This isn't real. Just something created by the system. I'm just playing my role.'
Up close, he could smell the soft fragrance rising from Yui's body, a calming rose scent, delicate and refined, but with a faint hint of musk .
He leaned forward, pressing his body against her back. His hardened member pressed firmly against her ass through the fabric of their clothes.
Despite all the confidence he wore like armor… this was Arkham's first time.
His hand moved slowly, but with purpose, reaching up to the buttons of her black blazer.
One by one, they popped open under his fingers, until he slid the blazer from her shoulders in a single, fluid motion.
Now exposed in her crisp white shirt—almost transparent under the sunlight, showing her black laced bra.
Yui stood perfectly still. Her breath hitched. Her heart pounded like a drum in her chest. Her fingers curled into the fabric of her skirt, gripping it tightly.
The heat in her body swelled, unbearable and rising, and the strange anticipation that had started as a flicker… now burned like fire inside her.
Arkham swallowed hard, his throat suddenly dry.
With the difference in their height, he could clearly see through the parted fabric of her shirt—a glimpse of her cleavage, smooth skin wrapped in a black laced bra that hugged her perfectly.
His breath hitched.
With a slow, deliberate motion, Arkham reached around and began to caress her breast.
The moment his hand made contact, a shiver ran down his spine. It was like tasting heaven through his fingertips.
Wanting more, Arkham slipped his hand through the gap in her shirt, this time feeling her directly—no barrier between his skin and hers.