I shut the door to Mr. Kawakami's office behind me. "You wanted to see me, sir?" I asked as he sat at his desk, staring intently at his computer screen.

"Ah, Takada. You have been working here for some time now." He looked up from the monitor, his face still expressionless. "And you seem to be a good man. Good work ethic. Committed."

He paused, looking over me for a moment. I swallowed and glanced to the side. His gaze seemed to send a chill on my neck where it rested. It made my heart race slightly. The old man continued speaking after a few moments.

"...Do you think that you could possibly take care of Inori?"

I blinked. "Pardon?"

"Inori," Mr. Kawakami repeated, "My daughter. She was at one company party in the past? You seemed to get along with her then."

I nodded. "Yes, sir."

"Well, I would like for you to help her..." he hesitated for a moment, "Socialize."

I froze. My mind raced for a moment before coming back to reality.

"Sir?"

"Yes, I know it's sudden," he said, his tone suddenly turning serious, "but you're around her age, and you're a trustworthy young man. I'm sure you're the best candidate for the job."

"I'm not sure I'm sure what you mean by 'socialize,' sir."

Mr. Kawakami sighed and rubbed his temples. "My daughter's, well, after she came home from school, she just locks herself in her room all day. She's barely fit to interact with anyone, let alone take over the company."

I nodded, trying to understand. "Understood, sir. What can I do to help? Would you prefer if I brought her out somewhere or something? Train her on the job?"

The older man shook his head. "All you have to do is spend time with her, talk, just get along with her. And don't worry, I'll see to it you're paid for your time." He sighed. "I will warn you now. She's a handful."

I stared at him blankly. "Is that so bad, sir?"

He leaned forward again, resting his elbows on his desk. "No...not really. But, there are things about her that may make your task difficult."

I frowned. "Such as?"

Mr. Kawakami chuckled. "I suppose you won't believe me unless you see them for yourself."

"What sort of things?" I asked hesitantly.

"Don't worry about it, Takada," he replied, jotting something down on a notecard, "Here, that should have my address and such on it. And a spare key." He slid the note and a key across his desk. "If anything happens, call me immediately. You're alright with this?"

I nodded slowly, taking the card and key. "Yes, sir. Thank you very much for the opportunity."

***

I fitted the key into the lock of the Kawakamis' home. It clicked and turned. I breathed a sigh of relief that my boss wasn't pulling some weird prank on me. I took a step inside, closing the door behind me. The house was quiet except for the sound of my own footsteps. I walked through the living room and into the kitchen. A quick glance revealed a dining table with chairs surrounding it, a large window overlooking the backyard, and a staircase leading upstairs. There were several paintings on the walls, all of them depicting nature scenes or landscapes. I set the key on a countertop and headed up the stairs.

"Inori?" I called out, "I'm Takada. Your father wanted me to stop by. I assume he told you?"

There was no answer. I paused for a second and listened. There was a faint din coming from a room at the end of the hall. I approached the room, carefully opening the door. A girl's silhouette hunched over at a computer monitor was all I could make out in the darkened room. She was wearing headphones, so of course she hadn't heard me.

"Inori?" I said, this time louder.

Inori shot up straight and whipped around to face me. Her eyes were dark, and she looked like she hadn't slept for days. She wore nothing but a pair of black panties and an oversized t-shirt. Her pale skin was glistening slightly, her hair sticking to her forehead.

"What?" she snapped, "I'm busy."

I frowned. "I'm Takada, one of your dad's—"

"Underlings?"

I paused, taken aback, then exhaled. "Sure. Yes, we met at the company party last month, if you remember. But he wanted me to come here and keep an eye on you."

"Well I'm fine," Inori huffed, turning back to her computer.

I suppose this is what Kawakami meant when he said she was a handful.

"Ok , well, his exact words were to 'socialize' you." I crossed my arms, frowning. "Do you want me to leave?"

She shook her head, returning to typing. "Not if you're getting paid. Stay."

I sighed and sat down in a nearby chair. Inori didn't bother to look at me. She continued typing, occasionally pausing to click her mouse. I tried to get her attention, but she just ignored me. I shifted in my seat uncomfortably, then sniffed the air. The sour, salty scent of stale sweat lingered in the air, piercing through the latent layer of stuffy musk that permeated every corner of Inori's room. Now that my eyes had adjusted to the darkness, I could actually get a good look at the place. Dirty clothes were strewn everywhere; shirts, pants, underwear all littered the floor and bed. It took me a second to realize I was sitting on a small bra that had been on the chair. I hastily grabbed it and threw it across the room.

I waited a few minutes before Inori finally noticed me. She stopped typing and swiveled her chair to face me. She glared at me, pouting.

"Are you really just going to sit there?" Inori demanded, finally removing her headphones.

"Well, uh, you're not much for conversation." I sniffed the air, catching a whiff of Inori's odor. "You smell kind of ripe. I don't want to offend you, but how long has it been since you showered?"

Inori's glare sharpened. "None of your business."

"Ok, ok, sorry," I said. I guessed I'd have to be smelling her the entire night. "So, uh... are you hungry? I could get some food."

"No, thanks." Inori turned back to the computer. She swapped windows on her PC, suddenly bringing up a video of a close-up of a throbbing cock pumping a load into a girl. Inori's eyes bugged, and she frantically mashed buttons on her keyboard, failing to get the video off the screen, trying to close it, then resorted to just covering it with her hands. Grimacing and panicked, she stared me dead in the eye. The poor girl was flushed and sweating profusely.

I stood from my chair. "It's not a big deal. Let me help you out." I reached over and pulled Ino's hand away from the monitor and took the mouse from her, minimizing the window. "There, that's done. It's fine if you watch that, just not in front of me."

I was less worried about her watching porn, and more worried about the beginning tension in my crotch. I tried to put it out of my mind, think about something else, maybe strike up another conversation with this girl. Looking back up at Inori, I noticed her stare was fixated on something below. Her eyes were wide, her gaze almost hypnotized. Her breathing was warm and heavy, her chest rising and falling rapidly. Inori's pale cheeks had turned a brilliant scarlet, and beads of sweat had formed along her forehead. She toyed with her fingers, nervously pulling on the hem of her sweater.

"Inori?" I followed her gaze down to my lap. My cock was rock hard, tenting the front of my jeans. As I tried to hide it, I felt a rush of blood on my face. "I-I'm sorry about that. I can't help it."

"No, no," Inori said in a breathy voice, still not looking up, "I want to see it."

"You... what? Inori, come on, seriously?"

"I mean, I've never seen a dick for real." Her hand drifted closer to my bulge.