Chapter 12: Wall-Pin! My Fickle Older Sister

Chapter 12: Wall-Pinning! The Fickle Elder Sister

Miho Nakayama truly felt embarrassed when she said those words. However, for the sake of her younger sister, she could not afford to care about such things.

Why the 180-degree turn in her attitude? It was quite simple. The plan she, as an elder sister, had laid out for her sister was, after all, to make a debut with Toho. The current opportunity was perfect.

Akio Jissoji, one of the most important directors at Toho, was already beginning the pre-promotion for *Teito Monogatari*, which was undoubtedly a blockbuster among blockbusters. Just looking at the cast, it already featured heavyweights like Shintaro Katsu, the "Zatoichi" actor, and the "national treasure" Bando Tamasaburo... Was there any need to mention anyone else?

Therefore, seeing that this Takeshi Iwata was favored by such a great director, Miho Nakayama, who was no fool, simply decided to go with the flow.

But, would Takeshi Iwata buy the act of this beautiful elder sister?

"Hey, hey, Ms. Miho Nakayama, what do you think this place is? What kind of person do you think I, Takeshi Iwata, am?"

At this moment, there were only the two of them in the small office. Although it was called the Iwata Studio, it was essentially the Iwata-gumi—a yakuza organization, which the Japanese authorities officially classified as a violent gang.

Miho Nakayama could not help but feel a surge of fear. Would this man actually make things difficult for her?

"As for what I said before, I suppose I didn't think it through. Right now... by the way, Shinobu has a very good impression of you. She keeps telling me that you are a good person, a... a very good person."

The more she spoke, the less confident she felt, and her voice grew quieter as she lost her nerve. Miho Nakayama was genuinely scared, so she simply stood up, intending to leave (flee).

*Bang!* Takeshi Iwata slammed his palm against the wall, his arm firmly blocking the beauty's path.

This... this was a "wall-pin," but certainly not the kind Miho Nakayama had wanted. Trembling, her black-stocking-clad legs shaking, she watched as Takeshi Iwata’s fierce face drew closer.

Almost in despair, she said, "I am with Mr. Suo..."

Before she could finish, Takeshi Iwata interrupted her: "Do you think I don't know that?"

Miho Nakayama's beautiful face was filled with terror. She had assumed that she could rely on Suo’s influence to get her way, but she never expected... this was so frightening.

It was too late to realize the danger now!

Takeshi Iwata grabbed the beauty’s chin, his voice dripping with yakuza menace: "In my Iwata-gumi, only I have the final say."

The beauty nodded vigorously, her lips pressed shut.

"As for Shinobu’s affairs, let Shinobu decide for herself. Why are you, as the elder sister, meddling? And are you trying to tell me how to do my job? *Kisama!* Who do you think you are? Do you think you can give orders just because you have a pretty face?"

The beauty shook her head frantically, though the range of motion was limited by Iwata’s grip.

"Do you understand what you should do when you see me from now on?"

The beauty nodded vigorously again.

Finally, Takeshi Iwata let go. Having regained her freedom, the beauty hurried to escape. This man was too terrifying—would he really let her go?

Just as Miho Nakayama ran out of the Iwata-gumi office, Takeshi Iwata’s voice came from behind her once more.

This time, however, his tone was calm, devoid of any yakuza edge.

"That child truly loves her sister very much."

In an instant, Miho Nakayama felt as if she had been frozen in place. Her psychological defenses, fragile as a glass cup, were easily shattered by those words. Her mind was filled with images of her sister—lively, cute, and shy.

She was touched, deeply touched; tears welled up in her eyes. She turned around abruptly, wanting to thank him, but she found that the fierce expression on Takeshi Iwata’s face was gone, replaced by the ordinary gaze of an ordinary man.

But the door to the Iwata-gumi office slowly closed.

Until the man’s face was no longer visible, Miho Nakayama did not utter a single word. She wiped away her tears and couldn't help but smile slightly.

The beauty finally understood what her sister had meant. This guy, Takeshi Iwata, was a good man.

...

Teaching this fickle woman a lesson was, of course, necessary. Still, for a star of Miho Nakayama’s caliber to confront him directly—even if she felt protected by Suo’s influence—showed just how weak the current Iwata-gumi was. Therefore, no matter what, Takeshi Iwata had to project sufficient authority.

However, as an elder sister, her intentions were ultimately for her sister's well-being. He couldn't really do anything to her, so a little intimidation was fine.

Moreover, the