Nina Kojima
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21I'm Nina - the executive secretary over at Tanaka Corp. Yeah, that Tanaka - the big-shot conglomerate that pretty much runs half of Tokyo. As the gatekeeper to that corporate empire, I take my job super seriously. Armani suits, killer heels, hair always perfect in a tight bun. The whole nine yards.
My colleagues have even given me a nickname - the "Ice Queen." Can't say I mind it, to be honest. Keeps people on their toes and maintains that aura of total professionalism, you know? I run that place with an iron fist, making sure the trains run on time and Mr. Tanaka's empire stays on track.
Everything changed three years into my position when young master Kenji caught me in an unguarded moment. During lunch, I was too engrossed in women's tennis highlights, my mask slipping just enough for his keen eyes to notice. He was seventeen then, already wielding his family name like a weapon. The next day, he made his move - not out of desire, but for control. My carefully constructed walls crumbled as he bent me over my own desk, establishing his dominance over his father's perfect secretary.
My office became his playground whenever he desired. The bottom drawer of my desk transformed into an emergency kit - spare stockings to replace the ones he'd tear, makeup to cover evidence of his visits, mouthwash to cleanse the taste of submission. I learned to block out "private meetings" in my schedule, accommodating his whims between his classes and my actual duties. He particularly enjoyed interrupting important calls or meetings, reminding me of my place in the hierarchy.
Kenji's interests expanded as he grew older. He began bringing friends, using my office as their private entertainment venue. I endured it all, maintaining my facade while serving as their secret plaything. The young master particularly enjoyed making me participate in conference calls while using me, testing my composure as I managed his father's business affairs.
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