On another corner of the globe, within the Republic of Japaniro, the 22nd largest economy, a 26-year-old Aiko, a secretary of the pri minister’s office, was wrapping up her things to clock out from work.
’What a tiring week’
She looked at the clock on her desk and waited a few seconds before growing impatient.
She is required by law to clock out at 5 pm, not a minute earlier, and seeing that she still had 5 minutes to spare and had no remaining task to handle, she decided to head to the pri minister’s office and do a final sweep, arrangents, and any minor cleaning that might be needed.
Aiko got up from her desk, took her handbag, security card, and headed for the PM’s door.
After reaching the PM’s office door, she entered a 36-digit alphanuric code, which she had morized... though it was unnecessary as it changes daily.
The PM, IT departnt being responsible for developing and updating the password algorithm software and sending new passwords to the approved personnel every 6 am.
Aiko then scanned her identification card and placed her right palm on a fingerprint scanner.
The security aspect had to be tight to prevent any leaks of sensitive information that might compromise national interests and security.
Aiko herself had to undergo an extensive vetting process, primarily due to her young age, her beautiful figure, and a 1-year gap in her records of activities and whereabouts.
But due to superb recomndations from high places, places that even the Pri Minister didn’t dare show disrespect... plus her competency and efficiency, Aiko found herself selected for the job among two other candidates who work alongside her.
But today was a special day, and she was the only secretary in the office as the PM had a national visit to another city for an industrial complex inspection, and the other two secretaries were accompanying him.
Aiko got busy arranging the randomly placed docunts on the table in order of urgency and divided them into categories for national and foreign affairs.
After doing that, she dusted the trophy shelf that was found behind the PM’s desk and cleaned the trophies one at a ti.
She had to be careful, for so of these were more expensive than her life was worth... and so, well, it is just safe if no damage was brought upon them; otherwise, the dark side of the most powerful man in Japaniro would be revealed.
Not that she was scared of it, but instead found it unwise to cause unnecessary trouble.
After all, she is a pro in what she does, especially after the things she experienced in that one year of her non-existence.
Aiko stopped at one trophy, which brought her a myriad of mories. It was a golden football trophy, part of the award for Japaniro winning the Global World Cup, which was held once every 5 years.
At the ti, the current PM was just a wealthy businessman and the greatest sponsor of Japaniro football Clubs.
To honor his contribution for the impact he left on Japaniro football, which made the nation to wield their first ever world stage trophy.
The Japaniro Football Association decided to temporarily store the award in his office during his tenure as Pri Minister, then recall it when he leaves office.
To the PM, this award was indeed special, but not just because of his devotion to football.
On the base of the ball, four different mineral stones were found, each occupying a different corner, each having its dark secret.
Few people knew of it; in fact, other than the PM, only Aiko knew what they ant.
As one of them... a green sapphire stone ca from one of her earrings.
’Bastard’
’But then again, if he weren’t, I wouldn’t be here.’
She mused as she looked at the family photo on the PM’s desk, in which he had posed himself, his wife, and their four quadruplet children.
’Truly a bastard.’
RING! RING! RING!
[Ti: 5:00 pm]
"Finally."
Aiko returned the green gem, gave a glance at the other three, and shook her head.
With that, she left the office and, as she was in the elevator heading down, switched on her mobile phone.
Her phone was off as it was against the office’s working policies to have private phones on during work hours, for both efficiency and security reasons.
Just as she switched on her phone, a barrage of notifications kept flooding her ho screen nonstop.
Ding! Ding!... x 50k
An ominous feeling slowly found its way into her heart as unending notifications flooded her screen.
Sothing to be noted, this was not the first ti such a situation had happened.
Such a barrage always ant there was an ergency crisis for the PM’s office to solve.
A level 8 earthquake... Tsunamis... nuclear ltdown...
But weirdly, she kept having this feeling that she won’t be able to ride this one out.
’Strange’
...
An incoming phone call halted her short reverie.
[Britannica Broadcasting Cooperation and Telecommunication (BBCT)]
’Why are they calling ?’
With a slight hesitation, she answered.
"She picked up her phone-she picked up guys...." an excited male reporter shouted at the top of his lungs, informing his coworkers on the other end of the line.
Not liking one bit how the situation was unfolding, but with a calm and classy deanor of a secretary of the PM, Aiko waited for the reporters to gather and ask their questions.
Hell, she also wanted to know what Earth-shaking calamity she would be busy with in the next few weeks.
After what felt like an eternity, but in reality, only lasted 10 seconds, a barrage of questions ensued.
"Where are you currently?"
"What comnts do you have on the circulating accusations?
"Will there be a press conference?"
"Is the No.1 worldwide trending video real?"
"What is the PM’s office stance on the matter?"
"Is it true that you are a spy?"
"What is your relationship with Eurasia Secret Agency?"
"How long have you been a spy for?"
"How far back did you start sleeping with the PM?"
"Are there more sluts like you around the PM?"
"Is the PM going to resign?"
"Are you going to resign?"
"Do you feel no pity for the hard family?"
"The PM’s wife fainted and was hospitalized 2 hrs earlier, are you aware?"
"Woman, are you even human?..."
More and more questions ca, and the reporters were not giving her any room to counter anything at all.
Feeling drowned in a tsunami of accusations, one more frightening than the last, Aiko hung up.
Her heart was beating fiercely in her chest.... a million questions... a million headaches and heartaches.
’Did I get betrayed?’
Aiko hurriedly went to the global web, started typing...
[No.1 Tr....]
Before she could even finish her sentence, a 2-hour video link posted 3 hours ago, which had already garnered 948 million views, with a blurry thumbnail of the PM’s and Aiko’s silhouettes, dominated her screen.
"..."
Her world ca crashing down, like a dog bumping into a child’s Lego castle. It was too suffocating... that for a mont-she forgot how to breathe.
’This can’t be happening.’
She stared at her screen as the views kept increasing in real ti with frightening speed.
950M...
957M...
961M...
At the mont, despite the building having robust AC systems, it couldn’t stop cold sweat from streaking on her back as she clicked on the link that sent her to a JPMV adult website.
As she was waiting for it to load, she looked at the elevator buttons and hurriedly pressed the third floor, deciding to abandon her usual exit floor.
The building had 100 office floors, with the PM’s office being the top-most, and she was at level 71 in the elevator... descending.
Usually, she would drop to the basent level, take her luxury electric car, and head ho.
But now that route had to be abandoned. The prospect of impending doom was loud as the sirens of a nuclear attack.
She quickly calculated the height from which she could jump off the building and not get serious injuries, preventing her escape...
Which was the third floor.
The good thing was that she was in a private elevator, ant only for the PM’s office; this ant that no one could stop it or hop on, except for a select few.
...
As the descent continued, the video started playing...
[First scene]
A scene in a sauna, with both Aiko and the PM naked, their teasing, water splashing, and the PM with his dad bod walking towards her, kneading her large breasts, sucking on her succulent nipples as if there were the most delicious al on planet Earth.
[Followed by]
Their sensual kissing and more sex positions... she forwarded to the next scene, which was them in a hotel in Paris, when they were for diated peace talks.
This scene involved Aiko being cuffed on a large king-size bed, with all her limbs taking a corner, and exposing her assets most beautifully.
Then the PM, dropping lting wax on her skin as she squird, followed by the PM ravaging her in all sorts of torture fantasies....
[Third Scene]
This ti, they were in the United States of Immigrants (USI), and they began by visiting a specific high school, where one of the PM’s daughters was attending.
They took so photos with the staff and her classmates, congratulated him on having such a bright and focused daughter.
Then the scene shifted to when they were aboard a plane.
Aiko could be seen ssing with the ventilation system of the aircraft and adding sothing that seed to have sleep-inducing properties, as evidenced by the fact that several minutes later, all personnel on board, including the pilots, were in a deep sleep state.
She then went to the cockpit, put the plane in autopilot, and started a five-minute countdown on her phone. Ti was of the essence to prevent ground control from noticing that sothing was amiss.
Throughout this process, whenever she went out of range from one cara, another from a different angle would continue filming, as if set just for filming her acts.
...
She could be seen then taking a special tal clip from her bra, going to the PM side, removing his watch, opening it, taking so parts, connecting them with the tal clip, and then attaching it to a USB.
After which, she connected the new contraption to her phone and went to all the locations she had marked with hidden caras.
Rendering them inoperable for a few minutes
Aiko then went to the PM’s laptop and fiddled with it.
...
She then forwarded the video to the last scene...
The PM’s family residence...
The PM’s dining... Aiko dressed in a maid’s outfit, attending the PM with her wife and one of the quadruplet sons present.
Though at the beginning of the recording she seed to be doing nothing out of the ordinary, bringing them books and snacks, while she remained standing near the dining entrance.
Her makeup was perfectly done, masking her original noticeable features, but at the scene, a side-by-side comparative video of her was shed together.
Whoever did that job went to extre lengths to expose her without reservations.
...
Then the video ended with the PM being called by her wife and son to play outside, and as he got up from the dining table and reached the doorway...
He shalessly gave one firm squeeze of Aiko’s Ass before walking away.
...
Aiko, still on the elevator, was aware that she had been betrayed and ousted by her mysterious organization.
To be able to have such surveillance without her knowledge, and from the cara angles, she deciphered that most of them ca from her own hidden gadgets.
’Those Bastards!’
She fud, her anger rising like a bottomless pit.
...
TING!
On the 3rd floor, the elevator door slowly opened. Without much surprise, Aiko was greeted by a special force team, guns pointed in her direction, with people from several floors above and below them having already evacuated.
"Aiko!"
"If you cooperate, given your service to the nation, the judicial branch has promised to be lenient."
"Lenient my ass!" Aiko, with a defeated expression, just stared at them as the elevator door began closing.
She closed her eyes as the sound of gunfire was unleashed.
’If there’s a next life, I’ll kill each one of you bastards.’
...
As Aiko’s body began falling to the floor...
Two continents apart, two dying people heard a soft, calming voice...
[Hosts welco to the Pleasure World]
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