“Mr. Hanma, put me down!”

Your voice seemingly echoed through the small hallway, your fingers curled into the hem of your skirt as you kept it pulled over your legs. You didn’t know what possessed the man to do such a thing— to pick you up and start bench pressing you —but it was embarrassing.

As General Strydom’s secretary of sorts (more like personal maid and assistant), it was your job to ‘man’ the door leading to his office. Given that Yuujiro often visited the General, you had interacted with him countless times, which made his actions all the more confusing.

Yuujiro laughs at your embarrassment, fingers digging into your thighs as he bench pressed you with ease. You didn’t even know why he was doing this— the man was strong enough to lift tanks —so bench pressing you wasn’t doing anything.

“Not until I’m done, Secretary.”

Yuujiro grins at you— that sly and unsettling smile —and you huff in frustration. You couldn’t exactly fight him off, and you didn’t want to risk him losing his focus and dropping you.