Soon, the lyrics reached the male vocal part.
Atonando kimi to onaji hanabi wo mirareru kana tte
(I wonder how many more times I can watch the same fireworks with you.)
Warau kao ni nani ga dekiru darou ka
(What can I do for that smiling face of yours?)
Kizutsuku koto yorokobu koto
(To be hurt or to be joyful)
Kurikaesu nami to joudou
(The repeating waves and emotions)
Shousou saishuu ressha no oto
(The sound of the anxious final train)
"This voice, this timbre...!"
Sakuragi Takuno's eyes widened instantly, an expression of disbelief on his face!
How could such absolute control over timbre and such terrifyingly amazing singing Skills appear in someone so young!?
Sakuragi Takuno had only heard such superb singing Skills from those few superstars.
.
And now, Kenji, a seemingly ordinary young man before him, was displaying such astonishing strength.
Compared to him, those so-called "fresh meat" Idols propped up by capital, with their flamboyant performances and cookie-cutter vocals, weren't even fit to carry Kenji's shoes!
"Could it be that I am... witnessing the birth of a new generation's superstar?"
A wave of intense shock and excitement surged in Sakuragi Takuno's heart, as if he were seeing the rise of a brilliant new star in the music industry.
Sakuragi Takuno walked quickly toward Kenji, who had just stepped out of the recording studio, and said with a smile, "The Esteemed President, the song has been recorded successfully. For a better presentation, we also filmed some footage in the studio, which can be edited into an MV later to give fans a more direct experience of the song."
Kenji took off his headset and asked, "How's the effect? Have you listened to the playback?"
Sakuragi Takuno nodded repeatedly, his eyes full of admiration. "Of course I have, President Lin. Your performance in the studio was perfect; every note was precise. Miss Kanako's performance was also great; her harmonies blended seamlessly with your lead vocals. I can guarantee that with this song alone, our app's downloads will definitely skyrocket."
Kenji's lips curled up slightly, then he said seriously, "Good, I hope you're not just flattering me. Since we're in a good state and have plenty of time, let's record the remaining two songs as well to finish this series of works as soon as possible."
Sakuragi Takuno's eyes lit up, and he said excitedly, "No problem, The Esteemed President. I'll go prepare the accompaniment right away." After saying that, he hurried away.
Kenji's wandering hand gave Kanako's curvaceous buttocks a gentle squeeze. A mischievous smirk played on his lips as he spoke dotingly, "Alright, my little glutton, I'll reward you well tonight. For now, go play with Natsuka and the others for a while. Once I finish recording these songs, I'll come find you, okay?"
Hearing this, a flicker of anticipation and reluctance flashed in Kanako's eyes, but she still nodded obediently and said sweetly, "Okay, dear~ You have to be quick."
With that, she threw her arms around Kenji's neck, left a sweet kiss on his cheek, and then left the recording studio, looking back with every step.
Once everything was ready on Sakuragi Takuno's side, Kenji stepped into the recording studio again.
With the boost from the 'Skill' ability, there was no doubt that these songs would be performed perfectly.
He cleared his throat, adjusted his state, and as the music started, both songs were naturally passed in one take. Every note was precise, and every emotion was full—a perfect performance!
The people outside the recording studio were still immersed in Kenji's shocking performance, unable to snap out of it for a long time.
Meanwhile, Kenji had already picked up a pen and paper, and with a few strokes, he wrote down the lyrics for three new songs. His speed was jaw-dropping.
"Takuno, here are the lyrics for three new songs. Go get the guitar, and I'll sing them once for you."
Kenji's voice was calm and confident, as if everything he had just done was nothing more than a common occurrence.
"Ah...?" Sakuragi Takuno was still lost in his earlier shock. It wasn't until a colleague beside him nudged him that he snapped back to his senses and nodded hurriedly, "Okay, I'll go right now!"
Just like that, under everyone's incredulous gazes, Kenji easily created three more new songs.
The Esteemed President's terrifying creative ability was truly breathtaking!
These three new songs were'Summertime', 'Sakura', and 'Idol', the opening theme for the anime Oshi no Ko.
Each song was specially prepared by Kenji according to the unique characteristics of Natsuka, Reina, and Yoshida Saki.
The song'Summertime' blended candy-sweet lyrics with lively, jumping vocals, its melody as light and refreshing as summer soda.
Lyrics like "If I could become your captive, this summer would surely become more fulfilling" perfectly expressed admiration for a lover and summer-exclusive romantic fantasies, complementing Natsuka's lively and cheerful personality.
The other song, 'Sakura', was very suitable for Yoshida Saki to sing.
The song opened with light piano and strings, creating an aesthetic imagery of falling cherry blossoms.
The melody of the chorus, "Sakura, fluttering down, dancing and falling," was catchy and full of youthful energy.
The arrangement cleverly incorporated electric guitars and drum beats, injecting vitality and rhythm into the entire song.
And Yoshida Saki's clear voice, with its slight hint of a sob, was able to perfectly blend the sorrow and hope in the song—a perfect match.
As for the song 'Idol', it was naturally prepared for Reina.
Reina herself had a bubbly, energetic personality, which complemented the grand orchestral and gospel-style chorus created from the very beginning of the song.
The song's rap style, combining pop, electronic, and rock elements, created a strong rhythmic impact that made people want to sway along as soon as they heard it.
This upbeat atmosphere was exactly what Reina loved.
Outside the recording studio, the employees were so shocked their jaws dropped.
They began to discuss amongst themselves.
"The Esteemed President... is just too strong... this creative ability is simply unmatched!"
"These are three more songs capable of shocking the Japanese music industry... The Esteemed President is truly defying the heavens!"
"The Esteemed President's talent is truly admirable!"
"I suddenly feel... so much pressure... If we don't do a good job on the accompaniment, we'll really be holding him back..."
Indeed, how could the pressure not be great?
They had just finished producing the accompaniment for three songs, and three more arrived so quickly, with no dip in quality.
It would truly be a sin if they held Kenji back because they couldn't produce the accompaniment well.
"The Esteemed President," an employee knocked and entered, saying, "The Esteemed President, there's a woman named Hisato Azuma downstairs who says she had an appointment with you yesterday. Should I..."
Oh?
Is she finally here!
"Yes, I know. I'll head over right now."
Kenji then looked at Sakuragi Takuno and the others. "I'll leave the accompaniment for these three songs to you as well. Take the lyrics and the recorded guitar accompaniment to Natsuka and the girls later, and tell them to start practicing."
"Yes! President-sama"
In the VIP room, the crystal chandelier cast a soft and brilliant light, making every corner shine brightly.
Hisato Azuma sat quietly on the luxurious leather sofa, the soft touch making her startle slightly.
She subconsciously looked around; the expensive decorations were a feast for the eyes—exquisite porcelain, magnificent oil paintings—each piece showcasing immense value.
She couldn't help but sigh deeply, her heart full of emotion. "Even the place for receiving guests is built so luxuriously?"
In her tone, there was envy, but also a trace of unspeakable loneliness.
Her thoughts involuntarily drifted back to her new home after marriage; compared to this extravagant scene, it was worlds apart.
It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say it was bare walls; because of the debt, life at home was tight. Even the television that had accompanied them through many leisure hours had been sold second-hand.
Now, returning home meant facing an empty house with no laughter or warm atmosphere.
Thinking of this, Hisato Azuma's brow furrowed deeply, her heart full of resentment toward that useless husband.
"It's all that useless husband's fault, racking up so much debt and making a mess of my life."
Last night, that man even used overtime as an excuse and didn't come home all night, leaving a beautiful wife like her alone at home.
The more Hisato Azuma thought about it, the angrier she got. She couldn't help but mutter, "That kind of man is just a turtle, shrinking into his shell when things happen, with no sense of responsibility at all."
Then look at Kenji; he was young and promising, already the president of such a large company at a young age, high-spirited and with a limitless future.
Hisato Azuma shook her head helplessly; comparison really was the thief of joy.
Click.
While Hisato Azuma sat on the sofa, her thoughts drifting and her mind repeatedly weighing some unspeakable ideas, the door was slowly opened without warning.
The one who pushed the door open was none other than Kenji.
At a glance, he saw Hisato Azuma sitting on the sofa, her smooth long hair tied into a brown ponytail, wearing a standard professional women's suit.
The small suit outlined her figure perfectly, exuding a unique kind of competence and Charm.
Kenji's lips curled up slightly, and he couldn't help but show a mischievous smirk. Then he gently closed the door and even locked it with a "click."
"So, Miss Hisato Azuma, the fact that you came today means you're already prepared, right?"
Kenji folded his arms, a hint of playfulness in his eyes.
"Yes, President, I've made up my mind!"
Hisato Azuma looked up slightly. Although there was a hint of panic in her eyes, she still responded firmly.
"Well then, let's start now. Let me see your determination?"
As Kenji spoke, he took a step and slowly walked up to her.
At this moment, Hisato Azuma's cheeks were already flushed red with shame, like a brilliant sunset.
Her left hand subconsciously tugged at the corner of her clothes, while her right hand twirled a stray lock of hair into a loop. She asked in a voice as thin as a mosquito, "Now... you want me to help you... start the sex... sexual relief?"
"Did you really think I hired you just to be a simple secretary?"
"I... I understand..."
Hisato Azuma took a deep breath, suppressed her shame, and slowly stood up. Then she leaned over the glass tea cabinet in front of the sofa, her body slightly stiff, and somewhat awkwardly wagged her peach-like, round, and full buttocks toward Kenji.
The pencil skirt of her suit clung tightly to her hips. Underneath, she wore black thigh-high stockings that added to her sense of Charm, and one could faintly see the black lace panties through them.
"He... here? Pre... President?"
Hisato Azuma's voice trembled, filled with unease.
"Don't worry, no one will come!"
Saying this, Kenji hugged Hisato Azuma tightly from behind, pressing her hard against the glass tea cabinet. His lips curled into an evil smile, and he then skillfully slid his hand into the tight pencil skirt, his fingers quickly finding her sensitive spot.
Squelch.
Hisato Azuma trembled all over instantly, feeling a sudden intrusion into the sensitive area behind her buttocks. That strange and stimulating sensation made her body tense up abruptly, and her legs also began to shake slightly.
Hehe, who would have thought that the sensitive spot of such a seemingly dignified and virtuous Newlywed Wife would be that budding pink orange?
"Mnh—"
Hisato Azuma couldn't help but let out a soft moan as strange sensations surged like a tide.
She subconsciously arched her buttocks, her body leaning uncontrollably into Kenji's embrace. She felt her body losing its strength, as if all her power had been drained away.
Kenji took the opportunity to press up against her, their bodies fitting tightly together.
Their eyes met, emotions intertwining. As they gazed deeply at each other, an ambiguous atmosphere spread through the room like a thick fog.
Hisato Azuma, turning her head, looked somewhat dazed. Just as she was about to say something, she was immediately silenced by Kenji's mouth.
Kenji's large tongue aggressively and quickly entered the moist lips of the Newlywed Wife.
With an indisputably forceful attitude, he pried open her pearly white teeth and caught her bewildered little fragrant tongue, sucking and entangling with it frantically.
"Slurp slurp!" The ambiguous sound was exceptionally clear in the quiet room.
"This... what is this feeling... it feels so good..."
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