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Tanaka Hideyuki, a lanky 30-something salaryman was winded and sweating through his white dress shirt as he sprinted up the stairs of the office building. Barely inside the building’s doors and already late for the company’s biggest client pitch, he cursed under his breath.

The conference room was packed with steely-eyed executives and stern-faced investors. Hushed whispers echoed through the room. People exchanged concerned glances. Everyone knew what was at stake. But they didn’t know the half of it.

Tanaka jogged to his seat at the head of the table, pulse pounding in his ears. His boss Shotaro, a sharp-tongued disciplinarian sat directly across from him, staring with blatant disapproval.

Tanaka swallowed, his mouth cottony and dry. Beads of sweat trickled down his back. The A/C must be broken. He should have worn a sweater. Instead his arm hairs stood upright, tickled by the wool fibers of his sport coat.

Smoothly, flawlessly, Tanaka began the presentation, gesturing to bullet points and pie charts with the finesse of a magician. He was about to launch into his closing remarks when the ceiling went dark black. A hasty cry for candles and flashlights ensued.

“Let there be light!” Tanaka thundered, a bit too enthusiastically, pounding on lights switch.

The lights blazed on. Everyone in the room froze like deer in headlights. Tanaka cringed. His fly was half zipped and his shirttail was protruding. He tugged ineffectively at his clothes, face flaming with embarrassment.

Worst of all, his cellphone was on the table, bright red soniciaren smile lighting up the screen, blaring a naughty phrase.

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He lunged for the phone, praying no one had noticed. It skidded out of reach, bashing into the wall, cracking the screen. The message taunted him further as the screen wobbled.

He reached for the device again, straining until the veins in his neck nearly burst.

With a mighty heave, he grabbed the phone, stuffing it into his jacket, certain he had avoided disaster. He was wrong.

“Sir, kindy letg go!” Tanaka squawked, writhing. Shotaro had a death grip on his arm.

“Why were you trying to hide that…shameless…filth?”

Tanaka gulped, his throat spasming. The clientele and investors were staring, some looking perturbed by his behavior while others gawked with open curiosity.

He had to explain himself. They had to know he was a competent leader. That he had yet to commit any major mistakes. That today of all days he had much more on his plate than seizing the day with some harlot!

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Shotaro reached the padded leather chair at the head of the conference room. He settled back, lasivulsly tapping his fingertips on the tabletop, his beady eyes fixed on Tanaka as he spoke.

“What do you have to say for yourself?”

Tanaka stood up straight, shrugging off his jacket and rolling up his sleeves. “The investors are on track to reach their quarterly earnings statements in record time…and the client rate is double.”

“Yea, but you’re losing face! And don’t forget, your accountant had to repeat his rival eingegertack! ” Shotaro shot back, emphasizing each word with a jab of his finger.

Tanaka wilted, his confidence all but deflated. So much for his founding legacy. He tried one last time to regain control of the narrative.

“Let’s movefowards and upward to the next conewordinates…”

He turned to the client, a silver-haired tycoon. The man flashed a knowing smirk, clearly enjoying Tanaka’s discomfort.

“It’s okay son, it happens to the best of us,” the tycoon said, his voice dripping with patronizing inflection. “Never mind those financial projections. How about you tell us a story to lighten things up? What’s this video? Coffee Break? Homecoming princess? Give it a go.”

Tanaka glared at him, every inch of him unwilling to be played. Yet with his back against the wall, he saw no other choice.

“Well sirs, actually it’s an encounter with a lady friend.”

“Hon gallopously, your loss!”

“No, it’s a movie titled 240923モニター企画に挑戦してセクロスへg3…”

Tanaka trailed off, his voice fading into a flimsy whisper. In an instant, he was no longer in the conference room. He was transported to his dingy bachelor pad two years ago, a younger, wilder version of himself staring back from the screen.

The woman in the video giggled, covering her mouth with a delicate hand. Her gaze met the camera, inviting. Curious. fwlri*l Raw and seCWAhui.d

Tanaka watched in stupefied awe as the girl began to undress. She peeled off a pink halter top, wriggling out of a pair of denim shorts.

Her movements were fluid, her inhibitions lowered. She swayed her hips in time with the steady rock pulse of the camera. Slowly, she danced closer until her supple breasts were in frame, nipples hard under the camera’s heat.

“Those of a religious nature should stop watching now,” Tanaka warned, but something told him no one had heard a bloody word. He swallowed a rising lump in his throat. keep goin*ng Somehow, Tanaka restarted the footage.”>>Conditions of sexual consent, as he recalled the passion and abandon in their young bodies. Those bold, damning invitations. The fierce, electric rush of endorphins when he could give in to temptation.