The man’s words echoed inside the large, mostly empty space, rebounding off the walls before reaching Sato’s ears.
This unexpected answer took Sato completely by surprise. He gaped at the man in quiet astonishment, his brain incapable of understanding what was happening.
Eventually, after a couple of seconds, Sato found his voice again.
“You… you want me to… what?”
“I want you to come work for me. Any position you want in the company, apart from the big chair, I will give it to you.”
Sato was once again taken aback by the man’s words.
‘What the heck is this person saying right now? Is he crazy? I can’t believe he took me to a deserted place like, got me all tied up to a chair, all this just so he could recruit me. He really must be insane.’
“I don’t want to.” Sato replied resolutely.
“Why not?” Director Omura made a helpless face. “I can offer you more money than that Director Kyota gives you. And you will be elevated to a higher position. Wouldn’t you want to have others bow to you respectfully?”
“Director Omura, regardless of what you say, I honestly don’t believe that you only want to offer me a job. Tell me why you’ve kidnapped me and what you want to do.”
Director Omura fell silent for a moment. His gaze followed Sato’s features, appearing to be deep in thought.
Then, all of a sudden, his expression changed. His lips curved starting from the corners, forming a dangerous smile. At the same time, something strange, almost wicked, flashed inside his eyes.
The man took a few strides, stopping when he was right in front of Sato. Then, he bent down until his entire upper body was looming menacingly over Sato.
“Then be my lover.”
Director Omura spoke in a low, deep voice. Drawing nearer towards Sato’s ear, he continued to say enticing words.
“Surely, if you don’t want to work for me as an employee, then that means you want to be more than that. As a partner, I can take really good care of you. I can also make you feel really good in bed.”
‘What the heck is it with this crazy leap in logic? Has this person lost his mind? Who would want to be with him!‘ Sato marveled despite himself.
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“You’re crazy.” he eventually sputtered, unable to keep his thoughts to himself.
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“Tsk. You’re a stubborn one. Also stupid, not knowing to take advantage of opportunities.”
Director Omura clicked his tongue in displeasure. He straightened his back, leaning away from Sato. He gave the young man a withering stare.
“I really wonder why Asakura is so besotted with you. He always liked making things hard for himself, but I never would have expected his standards to reach so low.” Director Omura sneered.
Ignoring the obvious insult at his person, Sato caught the meaning behind Director Omura’s words. Realization immediately dawned upon Sato’s face and his eyes widened in shock.
“Don’t tell me… You’re really after Ryuu?”
“Correct. Picking at Asakura’s reverse scale will make him go mad with fury.” Director Omura looked positively delighted.
“And that’s a good thing?” Sato asked with a mixture of confusion and amazement. This person’s thought process was truly something special. It was really unlike any normal human’s.
“Don’t look at me like that!” Director Omura barked.
As if he had read Sato’s mind, a nasty smirk appeared on his face.
“Don’t you know that when people are too angry they tend to make mistakes? Once Asakura finds out I’ve taken you, he will most likely do something reckless and land himself at my mercy.”
Here, the man stopped. His eyes were gleaming with excitement and his entire face became somewhat distorted. In the midst of his frenzy, all his thoughts began to spill out of his mouth in a rapid torrent.
“Things are now different than before. In the past, he was his family’s heir and was protected by everyone. But right now, the Ikemoto family wouldn’t move a finger to help him. No matter what I do to him, the Ikemoto current big boss, Ikemoto Shibata, wouldn’t risk an all out war with the Omuras for a fallen prince.”
Once again Sato gaped at the man in wondrous disbelief. Seeing how this person’s thoughts ran wild with imagination he couldn’t help but become slightly worried.
However, this time he couldn’t find the words to refute the man.
It was true that Asakura could be bad-tempered. To think that he will act hastily and get himself in trouble wasn’t that far-fetched.
But despite all that, Sato wanted to believe in his lover. He hoped Asakura would never cross a certain line, even if that meant allowing Sato to be in danger.
Having these thoughts taking up his entire focus, Sato didn’t realize when Director Omura had gotten closer.
Once again, the man was standing right in front of Sato, gazing down at his face with a strange expression. His eyes roamed across Sato’s face, lingering on his unfocused eyes and slightly parted lips.
Due to being lost in thoughts, Sato appeared to be cold and aloof, but the softness of his features thawed his cold expression slightly. Even in his current situation, Sato still exuded a certain charm that was very difficult to resist. No wonder this man appeared to be so mesmerized by him.
“You truly are a beautiful man.” Director Omura murmured in a low voice, sounding as if he was talking to himself.
He then bent his waist and leaned closer. A hand stretched out and he placed his palm on Sato’s cheek.
Feeling a sudden coldness on his face startled Sato out of his thoughts. His vision immediately became focused and he was shocked to see the man standing so close to him. There were only a few centimeters between their faces and Sato felt a strong desire to reel backwards. He wanted to put as much distance as he possibly could between that person and him.
His heart started to beat faster and an uneasy feeling took hold of his stomach, churning and roiling like a sea under a storm.
“W-what are you doing? Get away from me!”
Sato finally couldn’t stand it anymore and pressed himself into the chair. His head turned to the side briskly so that person could no longer see his expression. Even as the hand slid down from his cheek, he could still feel the cold sensation left on his skin. It was as if a block of ice had just been pressed onto his face.
“Hmm, so you’re the shy type.”
Director Omura didn’t seem to be offended by Sato’s attitude. He sneered and straightened his back. His hand stretched again, this time landing on Sato’s neck.
“It’s so cute. I like it.”
The man’s eyes darkened and a dangerous glint appeared in their dark pupils. Compared to a few moments earlier, there was something different in his attitude.
Before, Director Omura had mostly been mocking Sato, but now it appeared that he was truly contemplating the idea of making Sato his lover, even if just for one night.
Perceiving this sudden change in atmosphere, Sato flinched. His breath caught in his throat and a strangled sound escaped from his lips.
“Get away from me.” he said feebly.
He moved his head away from the man. Feeling that person’s breath on his face made him feel disgusted, almost causing him to retch.
Just then, sounds of fighting broke out, disrupting the uncomfortable atmosphere inside the warehouse.
It sounded like a brawl between a bunch of delinquents. Sounds of punches landing on flesh, muffled groans and heavy grunts echoed throughout the entire building.
After several moments, the sounds ceased. The silence that fell so unexpectedly gave off an eerie kind of feeling.
Sato felt goosebumps breaking out on his skin. His entire body felt cold. Just when a shuddery breath escaped through his lips loud bangs exploded on the other side of the massive door.
This unexpected development pulled Director Omura’s attention from Sato. He looked at the door with an odd expression.
Sato shivered.
A moment later, Sato saw the man turning his face towards him, pinning him down with a malicious glare.
Director Omura’s hand moved quickly, grabbing Sato by the chin and yanking his face up forcefully. With a voice that sounded like it was laced with deep resentment, Director Omura spoke right above Sato’s lips.
“I guess our guest of honor has finally arrived. He found this place much sooner than I had expected. He must really care about his little plaything if he came desperately like this.”
Sato was just about to struggle out of the man’s grip when, all of a sudden, the door burst open from the outside. Three figures came running at full speed, advancing inside the warehouse until they reached the empty space where Sato and Director Omura were waiting.
Before anyone had a chance to react, a loud voice suddenly boomed inside the warehouse.
“OMURA, YOU FUCKING PRICK, GET YOUR DIRTY HANDS OFF OF SATO!”
Even after the words fell, the echo of that voice still rang in everybody’s ears loud and menacing like a gong signaling the beginning of war.
A/N: The hero finally comes to the rescue! 
The story is getting closer to the end. Just a short nudge until it’s over
See you all next weekend. Until then, wish you all a wonderful week ahead!
ahhhh he’s arrived and backup will arrive soon, too!
thanks for the chapter <3
Let’s hope nothing bad will happen in the meantime…
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Finally he arrived!
Thank you for the chapter <3
Yesss Asakura to the rescue! 😁
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