(BL) A Regretful Revenge

Six months passed like smoke in the wind.

Micheal Aouken had risen swiftly, but not by chance.

His ideas were sharp. His instincts, even sharper. When an internal system flaw threatened to delay a major merger, potentially costing the company millions in lost negotiation leverage, Micheal proposed a workaround. Fast. Clean. Effective.

It saved the department close to three million yen in projected losses.

It wasn't a massive number for Himora Corporation, a billion-dollar empire. But it was enough to catch the attention of the upper floors.

Especially his division head, Mr. Raul, a strict but fair man who rarely praised anyone.

"You've got something in you," Raul had told him, clapping a hand on his shoulder. "You're not just smart. You're useful. We promote useful men here."

And so, Micheal was promoted.

His new title: Executive Liaison Supervisor.

Still not close enough to Ken's office. But it was a step forward. And this time, he wasn't just a name in reports, he was invited to events.

And that included… the VIP executive dinner.

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The venue was a luxury penthouse restaurant, exclusive and silent, with floor-to-ceiling glass and soft golden lighting. Laughter and low jazz filled the air as the company's senior executives mingled with politicians, investors, and foreign partners.

Micheal played the game well, polite, poised, engaging just enough to blend in.

But midway through the night, he quietly excused himself.

"I'll step outside for a smoke," he said, nodding toward a discreet hallway off the main room.

He wasn't really craving nicotine — he just needed space. Air. Distance from the hum of egos.

The hallway was dim and quiet, leading to a private smoking terrace. But as he passed one of the side rooms, a lounge with tall smoked-glass panels, something caught his eye.

At first, it was just motion. A silhouette.

Curiosity turned to tension in his gut as he stepped back slightly, instinctively blending into the shadow of the hallway wall.

Inside, partially obscured by the tinted glass, were two men.

One of them, Micheal recognized immediately.

Ken Himora.

But this wasn't the cold, commanding CEO he'd seen in meetings.

Ken was pressed against the glass, his shirt half-unbuttoned, breath fogging the window. His body was held firmly, not aggressively, but with power, by a tall, muscular man perhaps in his late twenties. Their movements were intimate, raw, and private.

But what truly froze Micheal wasn't the act itself.

It was the role reversal.

Ken, the unshakable titan of Himora Corporation, was on the receiving end, his expression flushed, vulnerable, submissive.

Micheal's pulse spiked. Not from arousal. Not even from shock.

But from the sudden, disorienting collapse of power.

So this… is his secret?

It was the kind of secret that didn't live in documents or bank records. It wasn't illegal. It wasn't scandalous, not in today's world. But for someone like Ken Himora, whose entire empire was built on strength, dominance, and control.. this was a side not meant for anyone to see.

And Micheal had seen it.

He didn't linger. He moved quietly past, heart pounding, mind racing.

The hallway led to the terrace. He lit a cigarette with shaky fingers, staring out over the city lights.

For the first time, Micheal felt something unexpected.

Not triumph. Not disgust. Not satisfaction.

But something close to confusion.

What kind of man hides behind power… only to shed it so easily in private?

Whatever the answer was, Micheal now knew one thing for certain:

Ken Himora was not the man he thought he was.

And that changed everything.