It doesn't take you long to decide on your method of corruption for these two sisters.

The efficient method would be to just kidnap Kisha. Lure Primal Huntress into a trap, have your way with the two of them in a quiet, indiscreet location. Kill two birds with one stone. Easy.

The pragmatic method would be to sneak into their apartment while they're sleeping and give them a full blast of your pheromones. Some lovely mind control here, a whispered suggestion there, some light touching here… And you'd have two lewd pets eating out of your hand before the sun could rise.

But that's honestly a bit boring. Too orderly. Too pre-planned! Besides, you're already basically doing this for your maids, if you're taking a personal touch to getting these two into your pet collection you might as well have fun doing it.

Which is why you've opted for the most amusing method of corruption in this case.

"Hello?!" You hear Kisha call as you continue banging on her front door, drumming against the metal surface with the knuckles of your hands. "Is someone there? Who is it?"

Which is to just knock on Kisha's front door and offer her a job. Yes, you, the CEO of Kyodyne Biotech, the company Kisha has been investigating for a few weeks now… You're just going to knock on this nosy little rabbit's front door.

And offer her a job working for you. Or under you, depending on how you're feeling at the time~!

Is this efficient? Hell no. Is it pragmatic? Probably not.

But does it tickle your funny bone?

Indeed it does.

Alice Takanashi isn't some boring pleb who doesn't know how to have a good time. Alice Takanashi is a fun girl. An insatiable hedonist who derives petty amusement from shenanigans like this. Ah, it's really the little things in life that help keep you sane~!

"I'm Alice Takanashi!" You cheer out. "I wanna talk!"

"… Are you a salesperson?" You hear Kisha say.

"I'm the CEO of the company you're investigating! Kyodyne Biotech?"

You hear an eep. Rattling as Kisha backs her wheelchair away from the door. When next she speaks, you can practically hear her teeth chattering. Aw, the poor frightened dear~! How precious.

"D – Don't come any closer! I'll… I'll call the police!"

Hee. What a sheltered girl. Her sister's really been doing her best to protect her from all the world's ills, huh? Does she really believe the police of all people will try and help her? In this town?

Whatever. As much as you'd like to engage in some banter, you don't actually have all night. Shame, you were half-wondering if you could talk this girl around without having to fiddle with her mind too much.

"I'm here to offer you a job!" You say, channeling just a bit of essence into your throat. It imbues your voice with a lovely corruptive effect. Just enough magic to make whoever's listening to you more… Open to what you're saying.

"… What?!" You hear Kisha yelp, hear her wheel towards the door.

"Look, if I wanted to silence you I could've just hired a guy with a gun or something. I kind of don't? Pretty sure this is just one big misunderstanding. Besides, I like your style. You've got guts! So, can you let me in so we can talk face-to-face?"

"… Okay! But you'd better not try anything f-funny! I've got my sister on speed-dial! One wrong move and I'll… I'll call her!"

Aw, how cute. She thinks that intimidates you~! Ah, you can almost taste the interplay of emotions her little mind is cycling through right now. Overwhelming fear, overwhelming confusion, a bottomless pit of dread welling up in her stomach…

Finally the door slides open. You raise a pink eyebrow in Kisha's direction, wave your hand in the air.

"Hey, hey~!" You explain, shooting Kisha a quick peace sign, followed by a seductive wink. "Nice to finally meet you… Kisha, is it?"

"B… B…" Kisha stutters, her face suddenly going crimson. Eh, what's that?

Oh, right. She's in a wheelchair. Which means… She'd have to look up to make eyecontact. As it stands, her eyeline falls naturally towards your cleavage. Your sexy, scantily-clad cleavage, which bounces about every time you pose or breathe. Mmh, you're rather proud of your breasts. They've certainly filled out nicely as you've aged! Much bigger than when you were working as a corporate slave! And perky too! All natural to boot, basically no biosculpting involved in crafting the perfect set of titties!

Hee~! you really are the quintessential model of a sensual succubus. You even impress yourself! And you guess you've made an impression on dear Kisha. Ah, the sight of a blushing virgin. Never gets old~!

"My eyes are up here, you know~" you coo.

"I'm – I'm sorry!" Kisha stammers, quickly jerking her head up to look at your face.

"Why would you be? By all means, continue to stare. I think it's a bit of a compliment, having a cute girl like you stare at my boobs~!" You wink again.

"C – Cute?!" Ah, this girl's definitely poleaxed now. You do have that effect on people. Of course you're not surprised Kisha's so surprised. This can't have been how she expected her day to go. You are surprised though by how she's continuing to steal glances at your cleavage, at your bare tummy, at your sinfully shapely legs…

… This girl's a bit of a closet pervert, eh?

Oh, you're liking her more and more~!

"Yep, definitely. So can I come in, or are you going to force me to stand outside?"

"… Okay. You can… You can come in. But don't… Don't try anything funny!"

"You said that already, dear," you purr as you step into Kisha's humble abode. And gosh, is it humble. You've seen corporate apartments before, you've lived in corporate apartments before. They're hardly furnished, too much of an expense. All they are is empty boxes with outlets.

And that's what this apartment is, it's basically an empty box with just a smattering of furniture around. Two futons lie off to the side. Toiletry bags are set up on a rack. A panel in the nearby wall hints at the existence of a wardrobe, tucked away in a wall. About the only thing of real value in the entire room is the computer setup on a cheap desk.

Huh. Nice rig. Old, but nice. Motherboard and memory are probably two generations out of date, but they're Steeletech, which makes them quality pieces of equipment. Nice custom cooling setup though. High-quality monitors too. Clearly a well-loved machine.

"That your set-up right there?" You nod over to the desk.

"… Yes…?" Kisha seems a bit bewildered by how you're constantly swerving tangents. It's a conversational trick of yours, keep them baffled with bullshit.

"Why don't you have a neural link?" You ask, genuinely curious. "Faster response times, no need to bother with analog inputs, you can synch data directly to your implants. Thought all the cyber-jockeys these days got neural links implanted."

"...I can't get spinal implants," Kisha says at length. "I have a… A degenerative spine condition. I also have… My body also rejects nanomachines, so…"

Huh, well that explains the wheelchair. That's something you'll have to fix once you get around to turning this girl into your pet. Your pets should be able to walk on their own. Plus, you like molesting their cute little toes and feeling up their smooth thighs and calves.

It kills the fun if your pet can't actually feel how you're groping her.

"Neat. Anyways!" You clap your hands together. Kisha flinches as the sound echoes through this tiny apartment. "I want to offer you a job!"

"… You're serious about this?" Kisha stares at you with her soft, blue eyes. She looks like the Terminus Express just ran her over a few times, that's how shellshocked she looks.

"Yep!" You cheer.

"You, the self-proclaimed CEO of Kyodyne Biotech. The same… Villainous company I've been investigating - "

"Hey, that's offensive," you protest but not too hard. Because you are kind of villainous. Not that you really care about petty human morality these days, you're just protesting on principle.

"- You came down here. To offer me a… Job?" Kisha continues to say.

"Sure am! I'd like to set you up with our cybersecurity division, but honestly I think I might put you on counterintel. It is… Actually kind of impressive how you've managed to set up the kind of surveillance network you have using a setup this primitive," you admit.

You're not even lying, you're genuinely impressed. This girl managed to spy on some of your operations using mostly civilian tech from the look of things. And she's been covering her tracks pretty well, apart from posting on those messageboards. That was a bit of a dodo-headed move, but you're pretty sure you can train that out of her?

The collector in you is just raring to cultivate this kind of talent. Originally you'd have been fine with just scrambling Kisha's brains and turning her into a mindless sex-pet, but now? It'd be kind of a waste to turn this cute girl's brains into mush. Useful pets are really the best kind of pet.

Gosh, you're going to have to put some serious effort into this job offer now, now you're actually invested!

"Wh… Why…?!" Kisha splutters. "Are you… Is this some corporate trick? Do you have… Is there…?!"

"… Look, I came here with no security escort, and no armed dudes. I'm standing alone, in your apartment. If you don't believe me, get on your rig and boot up the drones you've got. Yeah, I know about those. Survey the area. You'll see I'm not lying," you sigh.

Of course you leave out the fact that you don't need a security escort, but it's the little things like this that'll get Kisha to drop her guard.

You watch, mildly intrigued, as Kisha wheels her chair over to her desk and boots up her rig... Then she eeps, hastily minimizing a few windows. Not fast enough for your eyes though~!

The Older Sister Who Ended Up Having To Do Everything Her Younger Sister Says. Close Sisters Get Even Closer. The Twin Sisters' Yuri Life...

... Well, somebody's got a secret fetish, huh~? This girl's just getting better and better!

The screens on her monitors shift to camera feeds from the various drones she's got loitering all around town. All the while, Kisha continues to shoot you suspicious looks.

"I'm a bit curious, what're you doing when it comes to batteries?" You ask, cupping your chin. "Do you just have designated recharging stations all around the city…?"

"… I had a friend 3D-Print some adapters. I've just been plugging them into the public charging stations…" Kisha admits slowly.

"How many of these things have you lost to scavengers?"

"… Way too many," Kisha says. She's starting to relax just a bit. Her heart rate's going down; her breathing's calmed. She's had some time to think about the situation. It helps that you've been engaging her brain with these random conversational tangents.

The fact that you're still channeling a tiny stream of essence into your throat doesn't hurt either. Just that extra edge to make you seem reasonable, trustworthy.

"… Looks clear."

"Cool. Can we get to business then?" You stretch, exposing the smooth expanse of your tummy. Kisha squeaks, flinches back in her wheelchair, and covers her eyes.

"W – Wait. You don't… I don't…" Kisha stutters, her blonde hair falling across her features as she buries her face in her hands. "Prove that you're really the CEO of Kyodyne Biotech!"

You shrug, and get your corporate ID out. "Run the chip on my ID."

Kisha still looks hesitant. You sigh now.

"Look, if I was skilled enough to fake a corporate CEO's ID, I'd have way better things to do than be sitting here, talking to you. Trying to offer you a job," you say just a bit impatiently. "Run the chip already?"

"…" Kisha takes out an old analog scanner, runs it over your ID. The scanner beeps, Kisha turns back to her monitor to check the results… "It checks out?" She whispers.

"Do you finally believe me?" You spread your hands out wide.

"… Maybe…?" Kisha turns. She's still eyeing you suspiciously and stealing glances at your boobs, but a part of her now seems to genuinely believe that this is happening. About time, sheesh. She's just lucky she's cute; you'd have lost your patience if she wasn't about ten fits of paranoia ago. Well, to be fair, she's got every right to be paranoid.

You do have nefarious intentions in mind for her.

Besides, if she's going to be one of your pets, that sense of paranoia will help her go far~!

"… Why are you trying to recruit me when I've been… Been…"

"Been posting your conspiracy theories on messageboards?" You smirk. "Yeah, I know about that. I liked the thing you did where you tried to link my company's resurgence with the sudden and mysterious disappearance of a bunch of girls near my headquarters."

"Are you saying you weren't behind those kidnappings?"

"Yes?" You shrug. "Why would I kidnap a bunch of girls around my company headquarters? Do you have any idea what kind of attention that'd get me? I mean, it's why I'm even here in the first place, isn't it?"

See, that's the kind of thing that does draw attention? And you'd prefer not to draw attention? It's why your homeless girl kidnapping operations have been focused away from your company headquarters.

"… It's still suspicious that you came out of nowhere, and…"

"What, am I supposed to have a ten-page Wikipedia article like every other CEO in this city? Oh wait, you've never heard of half of them either," you reason, seeing Kisha begin to falter in her assertions. Of course, the mild hypnotic effect your voice has is certainly helping to smooth things over.

"Well…" Kisha blushes. "… Are you telling me I've spent all this time investigating some… Some sexy CEO who hasn't actually done anything nefarious?!"

Well, you have been doing nefarious things but… Probably not what Kisha thinks you've been doing? That is weirdly accurate on the homeless girl kidnapping thing, though. You'll have to look into that on your end. Maybe you can get Kisha to do that for you. That'd be funny if she just uncovered some kind of conspiracy near your home base. Kind of disturbing too. Terminus City's just like that; it's just full of funny yet disturbing things…

"Basically. Look, I'm just here because I want to offer you a job. I'd give you great benefits. Unlimited healthcare, as much PTO as you want, tacos every day in the break room -"

"I don't like tacos…"

"Whatever you like then. Oh, and I'd give you a six-figure salary to start with, but you can try negotiating me up from there…" You continue, ticking off perks on your fingers as you go.

There's that poleaxed look again. Hee.

"Why… What…"

"I mean, if you're still suspicious, isn't this the best way to get info 'on the inside' of my company?" You continue, adding on just a smidge more essence into your throat to make your words just a bit more persuasive. "Besides, I think you might be onto something with the missing homeless girls near my building. That's the kind of thing that seriously concerns me, I'd really love to get your input on things once you've got proper equipment to work from. Wouldn't it be nice to help me uncover some real conspiracies?"

"Real conspiracies…?"

"Y'know Mendesdyn Security? Pretty sure they're smuggling monsters on the side… And working with the Jade Tigers. " They might be involved in this case," you explain. Okay, this is… Kind of a load of tosh? You seriously hope these yahoos aren't kidnapping cuties from around your place of business.

But hey, you've got a story to sell, and golly gosh, you'll sell it as convincingly as a snake-oil salesman peddling his wares in the 20[sup]h/sup] century!

"… Are you the devil…?" Kisha says a bit wonderingly.

What.

"… What?!" You laugh. "Where did that come from, gosh, you're silly~!"

"This is too good to… Too good to be true. There's got to be some kind of catch here. There's got to be," Kisha continues to stare at you. Not your cleavage, your face. Her eyes are desperate, almost frantic. "… Say I agree to… To work for you. What's the catch?"

Hmm…

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(126/130 Essence, 45 Regen)