Evil Zaibatsu

At exactly 5:00 PM, the black Mercedes sedan rolled past the iron gates of the Arima Mansion. The towering structure, nestled beneath the foothills outside Tokyo, stood like a fortress of power—secluded, luxurious, and chillingly silent. The air was cool, heavy with the scent of pine and stone. Yurika Ichijou sat stiffly in the back seat, clutching her schoolbag with white knuckles.

As the car stopped before the main entrance, a line of uniformed servants awaited her, bowing in unison.

"Welcome to the Arima Estate, Lady Yurika," said one of them, holding the door open.

She stepped out, her eyes rising to take in the imposing mansion. It was too large, too perfect—like something out of a dream she never asked for.

She was led through a series of quiet hallways lit with warm chandeliers, until finally, a set of black double doors loomed before her.

"The master will see you now," the servant announced before opening the doors.

Inside was a grand study—walls lined with leather-bound books, a fireplace burning softly, and at the far end, a large mahogany desk.

Isshin Arima sat behind it, a towering figure despite his age. His white hair was neatly combed back, his tailored suit immaculate. His red eyes met hers instantly, and for a moment, he studied her in silence.

A faint ding echoed in his mind.

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Isshin's lips curled into a sinister smile, though he said nothing of the alert. He stood and gestured for Yurika to sit.

She obeyed quietly, her body tense.

"So," Isshin began casually, "how are you feeling, Miss Ichijou?"

Yurika swallowed hard. "I... I don't understand why I'm here."

Isshin leaned back in his chair, resting his hands together. "Your father owed us a considerable amount of money. Two hundred million yen, plus penalties. He defaulted. And in his desperation, he offered you to us—as collateral."

Yurika's heart sank. Though she'd heard the truth from her father, hearing it again from this man felt like a wound being reopened.

"Please," she said, voice trembling, "don't hurt him. I know he made a mistake. But please… spare him."

Isshin laughed—soft and cold. "Oh, I'm not going to kill him," he said. "No. I'll simply take everything he owns. His home, his name, his reputation. He will become... a wanderer. Forgotten."

Yurika's eyes widened with horror. "No… please…"

Isshin raised a hand. "However," he added smoothly, "there is an alternative."

Yurika looked up, her breath caught.

"You may choose to become mine. Entirely," he said, his voice low and deliberate. "A faithful Slave. A willing companion in all things. If you agree to that, I'll reverse the asset seizure. Everything your father owns… will be transferred to your name. I may even offer him a place as a low-level employee in one of our subsidiaries. He'll live."

There was silence.

Yurika's hands trembled in her lap. The very idea was unbearable—but so was the thought of her father losing everything… or worse.

Her voice was barely audible. "You're serious?"

"Completely," Isshin said, standing. "No one will force you. But make your decision quickly."

Tears welled in her eyes. Her thoughts flashed to her father, broken and apologizing again and again… to Yuusuke, her classmate who still didn't know she was leaving forever…

And finally, she spoke.

"…I'll do it."

Isshin smiled, satisfied. "Wise."

At 9:00 PM, a maid knocked gently on Yurika's temporary bedroom door.

"Lady Yurika, your room is prepared," she said softly.

Yurika followed without a word. The room was elegant—painted in muted tones, lined with silk and polished wood. Too comfortable to feel like prison, but she knew better.

She sat on the edge of the bed, still in her uniform, her suitcase untouched in the corner. The warmth of the room didn't reach her bones. She stared at the floor for hours, trying to make sense of everything, but the weight in her chest only grew heavier.

Sleep never came.

Sometime around midnight, she heard the click of the door handle turning.

She sat up quickly.

The door opened, and Isshin Arima stepped inside.

He wasn't in a business suit now—just a long black robe that trailed behind him. His eyes gleamed in the dark, and his smile—calm but twisted—spread across his face.

"Forgive the intrusion," he said, voice calm, "but I wanted to check on my new guest."

Yurika stood, startled. "Wh-why are you here...?"

He walked forward slowly, eyes never leaving her. "You agreed to belong to me, didn't you?"

"I... I just meant... to protect my father," she said, her back against the wall.

Isshin stopped a few feet away.

"You'll get used to your new life," he said. "And your loyalty won't be unrewarded."

He leaned forward slightly, his shadow stretching across the floor.

Yurika clenched her fists, her breath shaky.

Isshin's gaze lingered for a moment longer—then, Kiss Yurika without warning.