Golden Scale [EN]: Chapter 115

The next morning, Hou Longtao and his group were taken to Honda’s headquarters. They were ushered into a large conference room where they met with the president, Takeo Fukui, and several other major shareholders. Among them was a striking woman, no older than thirty-five, with a voluptuous figure and long, elegant legs. She was dressed in a professional suit and high heels, her look completed by a pair of oval glasses. Considering her age and position as a major Honda shareholder, she was practically Tokyo’s equivalent of a celebrity, a real power player.

Despite his best efforts to maintain composure in a business setting, Hou Longtao found himself drawn to her.

After introducing the president, Fang Jie presented the woman, “This is Madam Hiromi Seita.”

“Hiromi Seita…” Hou Longtao murmured to himself. The name sparked a sense of familiarity, yet he couldn’t quite place it. He paused, momentarily distracted, and didn’t immediately extend his hand.

The atmosphere in the room shifted noticeably. Some interpreted his hesitation as being starstruck by her beauty, rendering him speechless.

Hiromi Seita’s expression remained largely unchanged, though a subtle hint of disdain flickered in her eyes. She took the initiative, leaning forward to shake his hand. “Mr. Hou is remarkably young and accomplished, achieving such a prominent role in IIC [International Investment Corporation] at just over twenty.”

“Madam Seita, you flatter me,” Hou Longtao replied, regaining his composure. He finally recalled where he’d heard the name. “Aren’t you the same? Madam’s maiden name is Shimamoto, correct?”

“Yes.” Hiromi Seita showed no surprise at the mention of her family name. It wasn’t a secret, and she assumed that anyone negotiating with her would have done their research. However, she hadn’t expected Hou Longtao’s “homework” to be so… direct.

“I believe the Honda director with the Shimamoto name was Eitai Shimamoto, wasn’t it?”

“That was my late father.”

The IIC public relations representative subtly nudged Hou Longtao from behind, likely chiding him for his bluntness. It was a fairly obvious deduction, so why state it?

Hou Longtao ignored the nudge, offering a perfunctory “Sorry,” though he didn’t sound particularly apologetic. Of course, he could guess the connection. This minor “jab” was hardly sufficient to avenge Xiang Nai [a character seeking revenge].

Although the meeting was relatively brief, it was formal and significant. A press conference followed, serving as a means for Honda to mitigate its losses.

After the meeting, a working lunch was held. Not all shareholders attended. Hiromi Shimamoto and several others excused themselves, departing the Honda Building together.

A luxurious black Bentley sedan arrived to pick up Hiromi Shimamoto. As the driver opened the door and she stepped into the car, Hou Longtao caught a fleeting glimpse of another person inside. Though the view was obscured, a chill ran down his spine. The person bore a striking resemblance to Xiang Nai, the nurse he had been diligently searching for.

“Li Ge,” Hou Longtao said, pulling Zhang Li aside and lowering his voice, “Follow that car and keep an eye on the woman inside.”

“What for?” Zhang Li asked, puzzled.

“Just do me this favor.”

“Okay.” Zhang Li agreed, hailing a taxi and tailing the Bentley. Having worked together for a while, he understood Hou Longtao’s ways. There was no need to question his motives. He always repaid a kindness tenfold.

Following lunch, they were given a tour of Honda’s headquarters, which consumed a significant amount of time. Aside from the somewhat intriguing sight of Japanese office ladies [OLs] in their uniforms, there wasn’t much to see.

By the time the underwhelming “welcome dinner” concluded, it was already 9:00 PM. Hou Longtao returned to the hotel and contacted Zhang Li. Instead of using the driver assigned to him by the IIC Tokyo office, he took a taxi to Roppongi on his own.

This Tokyo version of Sanlitun [a popular nightlife district in Beijing] was buzzing with activity. Hou Longtao met Zhang Li outside an upscale bar.

“What’s the situation?”

“The Shimamoto family estate is in the suburbs. It’s a real mansion, four or five stories high. The Bentley went through the gates and didn’t come out again. After a while, the woman drove out in a CR-V herself,” Zhang Li pointed to a dark green Jeep parked nearby. “I followed her all the way here. She went into the bar.”

“Just her alone?”

“I didn’t see anyone else following her. Maybe she’s meeting someone here. I went inside a few times. She was always sitting alone at the bar.”

“Okay, Li Ge, you haven’t eaten yet, right? Go back to the hotel and rest.”

“Don’t need me anymore? Okay, I’ll head out.”

Hou Longtao lit a cigarette and entered the bar. The interior was dimly lit, and the clientele seemed mostly Western. As Zhang Li had reported, Hiromi Shimamoto was sitting alone at the bar, nursing a cocktail. However, she wasn’t glancing around nervously like most people; she seemed lost in thought.

Hou Longtao found a table a short distance from the bar and ordered a Coke. He hadn’t yet devised a solid plan for approaching her. Directly asking about Xiang Nai might spook her. Based on Xiang Nai’s description of their relationship, they shouldn’t have been in the same car.

Hiromi had changed out of her professional attire. She now wore a black, low-cut, tight-fitting dress that bared her shoulders. Perched on the high bar stool, she crossed her legs, revealing the lacy trim of her flesh-colored stockings. The rounded heels of her shoes were exposed. Overall, she exuded a captivating and alluring aura.

A blonde foreigner approached her. Hiromi sized him up, and they exchanged a few words.

The foreigner sat down next to her, and a large, hairy hand landed on her thigh, slowly caressing it. His lustful gaze lingered on her deep cleavage.

They spoke again. The foreigner stood up and abruptly lifted his T-shirt, revealing a hairy chest, as if trying to flex his muscles, but it only revealed flabby flesh.

Hiromi shook her head, her face displaying disappointment and a hint of contempt, and turned away, ignoring him.

The foreigner didn’t press the issue and left, dejected.

“Is this woman looking for a one-night stand?” Hou Longtao mused. “If I get involved with her, she probably won’t take me home. It’s still a long shot to find Xiang Nai, but at least it’s a step closer. Maybe I can uncover something useful.”

Hou Longtao slowly approached the woman, placing his head on her shoulder and gently kissing her neck. He placed his hands on her hips. Based on his earlier observations, she wouldn’t react negatively to this kind of physical contact. “Madam Seita, are you waiting for someone?”

“Hmph,” Hiromi’s slightly suggestive smile was reflected in the mirrored liquor cabinet. “Mr. Hou has been waiting for a long time, hasn’t he?”

“Huh?” Hou Longtao was taken aback, but he sat down, keeping his arm around her waist. “Madam saw me?”

“You had someone following me the entire time. I thought you’d show up sooner.”

“Hahaha.” Hou Longtao leaned in, about to kiss her neck again.

“What are you doing?” Hiromi blocked his mouth, still smiling teasingly, looking utterly seductive.

“Weren’t you waiting for me?”

“Yes, I’ve been waiting for you,” Hiromi’s expression slowly shifted, becoming increasingly contemptuous. “I’m waiting to tell you that I don’t sleep with Chinks [a derogatory term for Chinese people].”

Hou Longtao’s face darkened. “You were waiting to insult me?”

“What do you think? I want strong men, not weaklings from East Asia.”

Hou Longtao remained silent, but his intense stare seemed to freeze her in place. He couldn’t comprehend how she dared to offend him so brazenly when he held the key to Honda’s fate.

“M… mainly because Chinese people aren’t strong enough.” Hiromi added, losing some of her composure. She had never seen such a cold look in a man’s eyes, as if she were a worthless object, disposable at any moment, but she didn’t feel fear. Instead, she felt a strange excitement.

Hou Longtao’s fists clenched, but for Xiang Nai’s sake, he relaxed his hands. He grabbed her hand and pressed it to his chest. “Strength isn’t determined by race. At the last Olympic Games, the Chinese delegation had the third-highest number of gold medals. In recent Asian Games, it’s been dominated by the Chinese. If there must be a weakling in East Asia, it’s called Japan, not China.”

Hiromi disregarded the sarcasm. The pectoral muscle beneath her hand was as hard as steel. Her breathing quickened. Her hands trembled as she unbuttoned two buttons on her shirt, revealing her abdominal muscles that made her eyes shine.

“Since Madam Seita has no sincerity in developing personal relationships, I won’t waste your time. See you at the company tomorrow.” Hou Longtao stood up to leave. He had recognized her nymphomaniac tendencies and saw no need to be overly proactive.

“Don’t,” Hiromi grabbed his wrist with both hands, squeezing her arms together, bending slightly, deliberately accentuating her cleavage. “Mr. Hou, don’t go. Let me buy you a drink.”

“Why the hell would I want a drink? You’re probably already overflowing with lustful thoughts,” Hou Longtao cursed inwardly, but he sat back down. “I’ll just have a Coke.”

“Bartender,” Hiromi called out, “A Coke.”

Hou Longtao took the glass from the bartender and took a sip. But with that single sip, his thoughts dissolved. He felt a powerful wave of dizziness. He couldn’t sit upright and had no strength. With a thud, he collapsed to the floor, losing consciousness. Before blacking out, he heard her panicked cry, but on her face, he saw a lewd smile, not a trace of worry…

He didn’t know how much time had passed, but Hou Longtao’s eyelids finally fluttered open. His vision was blurry. Even without clear sight, he knew he was suspended in the air. His clothes had been removed, his arms tied behind his back, and he was hanging by a rope. His legs were spread apart and also tied with ropes hanging from the ceiling. He struggled.

“He’s awake!?” A woman’s surprised voice echoed, followed by the sound of high heels on a stone floor. A door opened and closed behind him.

Hou Longtao blinked, trying to focus. Turning his head, he realized his neck was also tied. He was suspended in the center of the room, about a meter above the ground. A dozen cameras surrounded him. The walls were covered with soundproof wooden panels. Directly in front of him was a leather sofa with four ultra-thin large-screen TVs. A wooden door was on the right, and several wooden cabinets lined the left wall. Warm light emanated from the ceiling. Near the ceiling, a window with steel bars was visible. It was a basement.

The door behind him opened again, and he heard two pairs of high heels, as well as the jingling of bells.

Hou Longtao was disoriented. He couldn’t break free, but he remained calm. He had seen enough to know that panicking wouldn’t help.

Hiromi Shimamoto was the first thing he saw. She had changed her clothes. Her long hair was pulled back tightly, braided into a thick plait. Her face was heavily made up, her lips a dark purple. She wore a sleeveless black leather corset, exposing her upper breasts. Below, she wore black leather panties with garter belts, and only the black stockings above her knees were visible. The rest was hidden by shiny black high boots. She was dressed in a BDSM [Bondage, Discipline, Sadism, Masochism] outfit.

The other person was a woman dressed as a maid, wearing a white maid’s hat and a short white apron. The skirt was ridiculously short, revealing white panties. She held a leather whip, the end of which was tied to another woman’s neck. This woman wore a mask, revealing only her eyes, making her appearance unidentifiable. She was kneeling, her hands covered with white furry fake cat paws supporting her. She had two pointed white triangular furry ears tied on her head, and she wore a white one-piece suit with a long white furry tail inserted into her buttocks, making it appear upturned.

It was likely that something was inserted into her anus to fix it. She wore white high-heeled shoes.

Hou Longtao and the “catwoman” barely made eye contact for two seconds, but he was sure he saw a flicker of recognition in her eyes. His heart skipped a beat.

“Mr. Hou woke up so quickly. I didn’t expect it,” Hiromi said, sitting on the leather sofa, crossing her legs, her thighs gleaming. “Your current posture isn’t too uncomfortable, right?”

The maid lit a cigarette for her master and turned on all four cameras. The TVs displayed his naked body from different angles.

“Stop the nonsense. What do you want?” Hou Longtao felt uneasy. He couldn’t discern her intentions, so his tone wasn’t particularly forceful.

“It seems you don’t know me very well,” Hiromi smiled lewdly. “I like men, I like strong men, but I don’t like having sex with men. I like to fuck men’s anuses. I don’t like using lubricant either. I like to watch men’s buttock muscles twist in pain. I like to watch men’s asses bleed from dry and intense friction. Do you know what I want to do?” Her face flushed with excitement, revealing her sadistic nature.

Hou Longtao’s hair stood on end, and cold sweat appeared on his forehead. “I’m a VIP of Honda. Without me, Honda will collapse. Do you dare to hurt me!?”

“Hmph,” Hiromi pointed to the TVs. “With these, can you not give in? You came to my door yourself. It’s killing two birds with one stone. Why wouldn’t I do it?”

“You motherfucker…” Hou Longtao didn’t know what to say. Although her plan was simple, he had no way to resist.

“Every moment of pleasure is worth a thousand gold. Let’s have some fun.” Hiromi stood up and reached out.

The maid opened a cabinet and took out a European-style riding whip, handing it to her master.

Hiromi used the whip to lift his chin, looking at him arrogantly. “Useless man, call me Master.”

“You perverted bitch!”

“Tough mouth?” Hiromi took two steps, went to his side, and raised the riding whip high. With a crack, it slammed into his waist.

“Hmm…” Hou Longtao felt his flesh split open, as if a fire was burning on his waist. Tears welled up in his eyes.

“Call me Master.”

“Bitch!”

“Hahaha,” Hiromi laughed, the whip falling on his waist repeatedly. She clenched her teeth, her eyes filled with perverted glee, and screamed, “Call me!? Call me!? You Chink pig! Call me!? If you don’t call, I’ll beat you to death!”

Each strike made his head jerk back. He could see his blood splattering on the ground. He wasn’t the Monkey King [a reference to a character known for his invincibility]. After twenty or so hits, he passed out.

“He’s really tough.” For a sadist like Hiromi, the more resilient the prey, the greater the satisfaction. She had captured no less than thirty or twenty strong Europeans and Americans before, and none had withstood this. They would scream in pain with one whip and give in after five. Today was an unprecedentedly enjoyable and exciting experience.

Hou Longtao could be called a “steel body.” Despite the beating, the wounds weren’t deep. Anyone else would have had their bones exposed.

Hiromi’s breathing was rapid. She rubbed her breasts with her left hand and rubbed her vulva with the riding whip through her leather panties. She squatted down and bit his wound, sucking up the blood.

“Ah!” Hou Longtao’s body shook violently, and he woke up in pain. He didn’t know what she was doing.

“Ah…” Hiromi stood up and licked the blood from her mouth. “Your blood is fragrant, unlike those Europeans and Americans, who are fishy and stinky. Huff… huff…”

“You… you…” Hou Longtao was scared. “You’re not human…”

“The fun is yet to come.”

Hearing her master, the maid took out a leather hood, removed his glasses, and put on the hood. “Slaves should look like slaves.”

“Don’t talk! Who let you talk!”

“Ah!” The maid knelt, trembling. She probably hadn’t seen her master having so much fun and forgot herself. “I’m sorry, Master, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to, Master, I… I…”

“Get out!”

“Yes… yes…” The maid got up in fear, trembling as she left. Her fearful appearance revealed Hiromi’s methods of disciplining her servants.

“Seita… Madam Seita, let’s make a deal,” Hou Longtao had suffered a great loss. Even in fighting the enemy, one had to be strategic. “You… you let me go, I won’t pursue anything, and I will invest in Honda.”

“Hmph, do you think I’m a three-year-old?” Hiromi opened another cabinet and took out leather panties with fake dildos. One was thick, almost comparable to his erect penis. “You are the most satisfactory slave I have ever had. I’m considering keeping you by my side. I don’t care if you invest in Honda or not.”

“You… you don’t care?”

“I don’t just have Honda as a source of wealth. Enough money is enough. More is useless. It’s just a numbers game. A man like you, once let go, I don’t know if I can find another one.” Hiromi took off her panties. Her pubic hair was neatly trimmed, with only a tuft above her vulva. The rest was shaved clean. Her labia were full. She slowly inserted the shorter fake dildo into her hole, fastened her panty straps, and came behind him, pinching his buttocks. “I prepared a lot of tricks, but I can’t help it. Let’s have fun first, and then I’ll let you see.”

Her actions and words were calm, but he knew she was going to sodomize him. The physical pain and humiliation were secondary. For a man of his status, the psychological damage was too great. If she succeeded, how could he face his wives and concubines? “What… what tricks? Tell me first.”

“Hehe, are you trying to delay me?” Hiromi saw through him. “What’s the use? It’s not like you can run away. It doesn’t matter if I tell you. Candle wax, snake binding, enema, catheterization, everything that men use on women, I will use on you.”

“First… let’s do these first.” Hou Longtao was out of ideas and chose the lighter ones.

“No.” Hiromi’s voice was willful, as if playing a game. She spread his buttocks, the huge fake head pressing against his anus. “I’m going to deflower you. Is this your first time?”

“Yes, yes,” Hou Longtao was exhausted. He couldn’t escape this. He regretted not listening to Ru Yun’s instructions. “How… how about using… using some lubricant?”

“I already said no. You’re long-winded. So much nonsense.” Hiromi pinched his butt. “Get ready, I’m not going to be polite!”

The “catwoman” crawled around, making “meow meow” sounds, the bells ringing. Sometimes she crawled where the camera couldn’t see her, but Hiromi didn’t pay attention… (Golden scales are not things in a pond) [This is a Chinese proverb meaning someone with great potential is stuck in a small, limiting environment.]