"Even if you were dead, I'd still be standing. Besides—didn't I come here just to finish you off?"
Ryuji shot Kiri a mocking hand gesture of his own, then slipped an arm around her waist. She didn't push him away. Instead, she coolly pressed the barrel of her revolver against his dick that had perked up the moment he laid eyes on her.
"With just you? Your gun's not even as hard as mine."
Despite the quip, Kiri holstered her weapon and crossed her arms, letting him hold her close before asking bluntly:
"What do you want from me? And don't even think about it—I'm not getting into bed with some philandering playboy."
Her voice was firm, but the lack of resistance to his hand on her waist betrayed her words.
"My heart just has room for many people," Ryuji answered solemnly. "That doesn't make me a playboy."
Kiri's lips twitched. She casually bumped him away with her hip before turning back to her workbench. But in doing so, her curves brushed against his cock. The sudden contact made her cheeks warm faintly.
It wasn't that she disliked him—far from it. She just couldn't stand his indecisiveness, nor his wandering affections. And yet, in the few days apart, he seemed… different. More certain. More dangerous.
Not knowing how to put that feeling into words, she did what came naturally—gave him a nickname.
"Hah. Look at you, the so-called 'Time-Space Pimp.' Spare me the excuses. If you've got no business, then get lost—I've got a shop to run."
Her tone was sharp, offering him no kindness. She turned back to her work, tools clattering.
Ryuji's eyes wandered over the shop. Though cluttered and run-down, the rows of neatly arranged bullets, grenades, and parts made it look more like an armory than a storefront. No wonder the neighbors might be uneasy.
"The stock out front is just for show," Kiri said, rolling her eyes as she noticed his gaze. "The real stuff's down there. What, you think I'd waste my ability doing nothing?"
And she knew that look in his eyes all too well. He wasn't just here for business. He wanted her—and he was serious.
"So you really do like that kind of ability, huh?" Ryuji teased, taking a heavy crate from her arms and setting it where she had been pointing.
"No kidding," Kiri muttered.
"On the battlefield, it's nothing short of a miracle. One person supplying an entire unit. Managing logistics, building bases, digging tunnels, crafting weapons, patching the wounded… It doesn't make me stronger overnight, but it makes an army unstoppable."
Ryuji chuckled. "Still, if the soldiers can't fight, all that's useless, isn't it?"
She ignored him and kept working. He decided to drop the subject—she clearly valued that power too much to even consider giving it up.
"So how'd you track me down? And what do you even want with me?" Kiri finally asked, hefting another box beside him.
"Because of this," Ryuji replied, pulling out his pocket watch. "It's supposed to lead me to the weapon best suited to me. But instead, it brought me here… to you. Oh—and it only points to what you truly desire."
He tossed the watch to her. Kiri caught it with a frown, inspecting it. The compass needle didn't point north like any normal compass. Instead, it aimed steadily upward—toward the sky.
She froze, immediately thinking of the Sky Realm. Then she turned her eyes back to Ryuji—
—and in that instant, the compass needle swung to point directly at him.
Her heart skipped. She instinctively tried to hide the watch, but Ryuji was already watching closely. He grinned, and in the next moment appeared in front of her, one arm circling her waist, the other hand tilting her chin up. His thumb brushed against her lips, tracing them slowly.
"Well, well… looks like you've been missing me too."
Her cheeks flared hot. She jerked her head aside, snapping back, voice tight with denial:
"Who would ever miss you?!"
But before Kiri could finish, Ryuji's lips pressed against hers.
Her lips still carried the faint tang of engine oil, but Ryuji didn't mind. If anything, it only sharpened his excitement. Oil, weapons, machinery—and a woman like Kiri, with her slim waist and the deep valley of her chest showing—these were all things that could drive a man's blood wild.
He pushed her against the wall without hesitation, pinning her so she couldn't escape.
She had acted so resistant before, made him think she had lost all interest in him. But now… it was clear. Kiri was one of those women whose mouth said no, while her body betrayed her completely.
Her hands pressed weakly against him, but she never once reached for the pistol at her waist. In fact, the longer their kiss went on, the more she yielded, the more her lips began to move in sync with his. Her resistance was anything but convincing.
Ryuji's hands, of course, didn't stay still. They roamed her back, tracing the smooth curves beneath his fingers, her skin still slick in places with oil but soft nonetheless.
And then there was her ass—tight denim shorts wrapped around it like a second skin.
He'd experienced it before, the way her hips moved, the spring in that perfectly toned ass. Just the memory made him grin against her lips, and when the kiss finally broke, a low chuckle slipped out.
"What are you laughing at?"
Kiri rolled her eyes, irritation clear in her voice. His grin was far too suggestive, and she knew exactly the kinds of memories it hinted at.
But Ryuji didn't push things further—yet. Not here. Too many eyes outside.
"There are people watching," he said with a crooked smile, tilting her chin up with one finger. "So the things I'm imagining… can't exactly be put on display."
Kiri glared, but her breath was uneven.
Ryuji studied her, savoring the moment. War had stolen this woman's youth, but it had left her with something else: a mature allure, a strength that only made her all the more irresistible. Women like her—gun in hand, hair flying as they roared down the road on a motorcycle—had always driven him mad with desire.
He wanted nothing more than to see her, proud and unyielding, finally give in under his strength. To watch the tough, defiant Kiri melt into a weak, trembling woman in his arms.
The thought stirred something deeper in him. A flicker of crimson danced through his mind—an image of her. That maternal, fiery presence.
Alexstrasza…
Ryuji clenched his fist, a vow burning in his chest.
Thirty years east, thirty years west. Don't underestimate the youth of today.
Alexstrasza… just you wait.
And then, absurdly, another thought struck him. Sword techniques, enhancements, skills. What if I applied "Storm Style" to my cock? Could it… give even more pleasure to the girls?
Or Asura's "Killing Intent Wave"—would that ripple through his dick in ways that left women gasping? What about an Energy Master's "Light Blade"—would that bless his dick with radiant force, enough to overwhelm them faster?
Because the truth was simple: ordinary women, when full of energy, could cling to him for an entire night. Even someone as frail-looking as Shinobu had surprised him with her endurance once things truly heated up.
If he didn't find techniques to quickly drive women over the edge, to exhaust them before they exhausted him, his harem would become unmanageable.
Unsatisfied men could accomplish miracles. Unsatisfied women could tear down empires.
Yes, his "Infinite Orgasm Impact" worked well—pushing them into frenzy after frenzy until their bodies gave out—but it demanded the aid of Dragonfire to restore his own heart and stamina, which in turn lengthened their sessions.
And when Ryuji thought about his women—here, and in other worlds—his gaze deepened with resolve.
He had to study harder. He had to keep evolving.
Because in this game of strength, desire, and conquer, falling behind was not an option.
"What strange thing are you plotting again?"
Kiri caught the distant, scheming look in Ryuji's eyes and rolled her own with exasperation. And then—right there in front of the gawking Arad townsfolk—she suddenly leaned in and kissed him.
Thinking about other things when a woman is right in front of you? Nothing could offend a woman more.
They kissed for a long time before she finally broke away, breathless, shoving him back with both hands. For a moment she looked ready to plant her boot in his stomach, but instead she tossed her hair with a sharp, almost military elegance.
"I'm never sleeping with you, so stop dreaming. Besides—" she jerked her chin toward the half-finished machine she'd been tinkering with earlier, "—I've got important work to finish today."
Her tone was brisk, but the sway of her hips as she turned back to her tools was impossible to ignore. Surrounded by coils, gears, and half-assembled mechanisms, Kiri's figure seemed all the more striking. Curiosity tugged at Ryuji until he stepped closer.
"What exactly are you building?"
Kiri was already elbow-deep in wires, her brow furrowed in focus. "I stumbled across something unusual—a kind of… magical technology. You know about enchanted weapons, right?"
"Of course," Ryuji said.
"Then do you know how they work?"
"There's… magic inside them?"
"Partly right," she replied, adjusting a coil. "But think about it. If the runes inscribed on a sword don't have any energy to draw on, it's nothing more than a fancy blade. Meanwhile, even ordinary iron can become sharp as dragonfang if it's charged with enough energy. Of course, without a skilled blacksmith to shape it or enchant it properly, it's still just scrap metal."
Ryuji frowned at the contraption before him. It resembled a popcorn machine more than a weapon forge, but his instincts were already whispering something dangerous.
Don't tell me… she's building a reinforcement machine?
Kairi continued without noticing his alarm. "The problem is energy isn't distributed evenly in nature. Even two chunks of the same ore can have totally different potentials. So I thought—what if I built a device to channel the raw energy stored in colorless crystals into a weapon? Fill its core with power, amplify the enchantments already carved into it. Ordinary weapons could rival enchanted blades, and true magical weapons could be pushed even further. Because it strengthens the whole structure of the magic circle, not just one piece, it should even be safe… as long as you don't push it past its limits."
She muttered to herself as she tightened a bolt. Ryuji, however, had only one thought.
"You're going to blow yourself to the moon."
The words slipped out before he could stop himself. The idea was insane, and the risks obvious. He didn't know Arad's science, but he knew magic—and if balance failed, the backlash wouldn't just weaken the weapon. It would annihilate it.
He grabbed her shoulder sharply. "Wait. What happens if this thing fails?"
Kairi only scratched her cheek and smirked at his worry. "Relax. Do you think Kiri herself would get blown up so easily? The chamber is made from colorless crystals and rare alloys—it's basically a modified disassembler. If an overload happens, the energy doesn't detonate. It just collapses back into energy crystals."
Ryuji blinked. "So… if it breaks, it spits out crystals instead of shrapnel?"
"Exactly! Energy back into crystal form. Totally safe," she said proudly.
Energy Crystals—these were a unique power source found only on the continent of Arad. They came in several varieties: colorless, red, white, blue, black, and, on rare occasions, shimmering golden shards.
These tiny crystals were condensed manifestations of pure energy. The colorless ones were especially remarkable—so pure that they could be transformed into virtually any kind of power.
Magic, stamina, or even stranger forms of strength—whatever one used, a colorless crystal could amplify it when a skill was released. The drawback was speed: activating them was cumbersome, making them impractical in fast combat. For that reason, they were usually reserved for mages or when one needed to unleash overwhelming force in group battles.
The colored varieties corresponded to elements: fire, light, ice, and darkness. Thanks to these elemental crystals, alchemy in Arad had flourished to an extraordinary degree.
Obtaining them was no longer a mystery. Once, only mages could craft them, but now alchemists used dismantling machines—devices capable of breaking down enchanted objects or gear with special energy to extract the crystals.
Most of what came out were colorless shards. Even something as plain as a stone could yield them, though with laughably low efficiency. Typically, discarded weapons and magical equipment were fed into the machines instead.
Ryuji himself had never bothered to buy such things until recently. It wasn't until Master G.S.D's scroll listed potions that required red and colorless crystals that he realized items from what felt like "a game" truly existed in this world.
But what caught his attention today was something entirely different.
"So, what you're saying is… this 'enhancement machine' of yours is basically a modified dismantler?"
He voiced his suspicion aloud.
Kiri scratched the back of her head with an embarrassed grin.
"Eheheh… yeah, that's about right. But don't worry! It only dismantles gear if it's completely broken. If it's just damaged, it won't be destroyed—but it might lose its enhancements or revert back to its base state. Honestly, I don't fully understand why it works that way, but since it does, I figured I'd put it to use and make some extra coin. Magical weapons are so expensive… ordinary folks can't afford them otherwise."
With that, she turned back to fine-tuning her machine.
Ryuji, however, grew still, his expression unreadable.
So that was it. The infamous "enhancement failures" from the game… either your gear dropped a level, or it shattered outright.
He felt his blood pressure rise.
And then his eyes drifted to Kiri's hips, swaying rhythmically as she leaned over her device. His breathing grew heavier.
Today's my first day in Hendon Myre… and I didn't even tell Seria I was coming. I can't just… deal with this women right here and now.
He drew in a long, steady breath. He had only just welcomed Sizki into his harem, and it was his very first day in the city. He needed to spend time with her, at least for now.
But tomorrow… tomorrow would be different.
"Kiri, looks like you won't be able to open shop today, will you?"
Ryuji glanced at the empty, desolate street outside her store. A wide smile spread across his face.
To the left of her shop, an entire row of rooms sat vacant—the very area where Seria's inn once stood in the game. His grin grew broader, more daring.
What if he bought that land tomorrow, put Seria's name on it, and reopened it as an inn—one that catered only to his harem and the women he had marked for it?
Wouldn't that be perfect? Seria would feel secure. Sizki would have a proper, stable home. He wouldn't need to scour the city searching for her. Even Chobung and the others could stay there.
The more he thought about it, the wider his grin became—a conspirator's smile, full of schemes.
And when he came back here tomorrow, he could always linger around Kiri's place under the pretense of "helping out."
The thought made him chuckle aloud. His hand moved almost of its own accord, squeezing Kiri's breasts with one hand and her butt with the other.
"You bastard…"
Kiri's face burned crimson as she glared at him, caught between anger and embarrassment.
Ryuji froze for a moment, startled by her reaction.
"When…?"
When had his hands been pulled in, as though caught, pressed so tightly against her curves? Truly, she was a dangerous woman.
The realization only made his grip tighten. The softness beneath his palms was far too satisfying to resist. He gave in to the urge and kneaded harder.
"Go to hell you bastard!"
Fuming with anger and embarrassment, Kiri grabbed Ryuji's hand and executed a perfect shoulder throw, sending him tumbling onto the street. With a practiced mid-air flip, he landed gracefully on his feet, only to see Kiri slam her door shut, leaving him outside.
Ryuji didn't protest. He simply waved and said, "See you tomorrow," before heading off.
As he walked back, the sky was darkening, clouds swirling in intricate patterns—a sure sign that rain might come tomorrow.
Ryuji held his head in anticipation, thinking about everything he planned to do with Kiri the next day. Just then, he heard cheerful shouts. Turning, he saw three women waving at him, arms full of shopping bags.
He smiled and hurried to greet them.
After exchanging a few stories about their day, they returned to the inn where they were staying. They talked about today's events. Ryuji recounted his encounter with Aganzo, while Seria shared where they had shopped, what they had bought, and even gifted Ryuji two sets of clothes.
Both outfits came with cloaks and hoods—Ryuji's favorite style. Seria had picked two black sets that fit him perfectly, planning to enchant them with practical spells to aid him on future journeys. The gesture filled him with warmth.
After dinner, he sparred briefly with Sizki—letting her release some of the tension from the past few days, while Seria prepared bathwater, he and Sizki found another way to work up a sweat. By the time he finally released her—hoarse and breathless—Seria had already finished drawing the bath.
Ryuji joined her in their room, his gaze lingering as she began to undress. Now that her power had fully returned, he felt no need to hold back—his eyes darkening with raw hunger as he watched each piece of clothing fall away.
"Seria, you look absolutely breathtaking..."
Ryuji's voice was husky, his eyes dark with hunger as he watched Seria slowly undress. There was no pretense of patience or gentleness in his gaze—only raw, undisguised desire.
"Ryuji... your eyes are so intense tonight..."
Selia's voice was soft, almost trembling as she shyly covered her chest. Though they had shared many intimate moments, the raw hunger in Ryuji's gaze never failed to make her heart flutter—a blend of embarrassment and quiet delight swirling within her.
Though it felt a little shameful to admit, she truly loved how much he desired her body—loved even more the way he made her feel when they were joined. Every time they embraced, the world seemed to brighten; her body grew more responsive, more alive. It was as if his touch truly was magic—a physical manifestation of love itself.
Ryuji's grin widened as he took in the sight of her—clad only in a thin, translucent nightgown that did little to hide her curves. The way she sat at the edge of the bed, eyes full of anticipation and faint embarrassment, sent a jolt of possessiveness through him. He didn't hesitate—closing the distance between them in one swift movement, he pushed her gently down onto the mattress.
"Ryuji..." she whispered, closing her eyes, waiting for him to continue.
Selia's eyes fluttered shut as she surrendered to the moment. She knew what came next—the almost rough way he would strip away her gown, the firm grip of his hands on her breasts, the moment he sheathed his huge cock fully inside her, stretching and filling her until they felt like one being, burning with shared pleasure.
But this time, Ryuji had something else in mind.
After a deep, claiming kiss that left her breathless, he leaned close—his lips brushing her ear as he whispered a request so bold her eyes flew open in shock.
"Eh...?!"
Seria's face flushed a deep crimson at Ryuji's bold request. Yet, despite her embarrassment, she bit her lip and slowly parted her glistening folds with trembling fingers, revealing delicate pink petals already damp with anticipation. Her voice was soft, almost hesitant, as she whispered:
"I... I love you. So... could you top up 399 for me?"
She didn't understand the meaning behind the words—but Ryuji certainly did.
"Of course!"
Ryuji became excited instantly and without hesitation thrust his cock inside her. Seria gasped, her back arching off the bed as a sharp cry escaped her lips. Ryuji's hands slid up to knead her soft, plump breasts—so tender they felt like fresh curd—as he lifted one of her legs, letting the smooth skin of her thigh rub against his body with every thrust.
Her skin… it's unreal.
Even compared to Elsa—a literal Disney royalty renowned for her flawless complexion—Seria's skin was softer, smoother, almost otherworldly to the touch. And lately, since she'd begun generating Energy Points again, it felt even better—both outside and in.
Ryuji noticed, but right now, all he could focus on was the exquisite tightness surrounding him. He drove into her again and again, losing himself in the rhythm, in the way her body yielded so perfectly to his.
"Ahhn~ Ahh~ Ahh~"
Pah!* Pah!* Pah!*
"Owww~!!! Ahnnnn~!"
"Ahn~! Ryuji! R-Ryuji—!"
"Mmnn~Yes!... ahhn~harder!!!!"
Seria's cries grew breathy, edged with tears her pupils began to roll up. Her inner walls fluttered wildly around him, and before he reached his own release, she was already coming apart—shuddering, soaking the sheets beneath them as she collapsed forward onto the bed.
Haaah*! Haaahh*! Haah*!
Her whole body curled and trembled, instinctively seeking the solid warmth of Ryuji's embrace—an anchor in the storm of sensation.
But Ryuji had no intention of stopping. The moment he saw the system notification—[+10,000 Energy Points]—and felt Seria's first orgasm ripple through her, he released her leg, flipped her onto her stomach, and positioned himself at her tight, untouched back entrance.
Seria jolted, a gasp catching in her throat as she tried to twist away.
"Ryuji, not there! I'm not— I haven't—!"
Her cheeks burned. She'd read about such acts in books, even secretly wondered if Ryuji might one day seek that kind of intimacy. If he truly wanted it, she would have prepared herself—cleansed carefully, mentally braced for the unfamiliar sensation.
But now? So suddenly?
Before she could untangle her thoughts—Was it the lack of preparation? The shyness? The fear?—Ryuji's palm came down sharply on her butt cheeks, the sting pulling a sharp cry from her.
"Relax. I prefer the pussy unless there's… special talent," he murmured, his voice a low rumble against her ear. "But while you recover… I need something to keep myself entertained."
His hands gripped her hips, fingers sinking into the soft flesh of her butt cheeks as he began sliding his length along the damp crevice between them. Even before her orgasm, the area had been slick with her own arousal—and now, with every movement, her impossibly smooth skin offered effortless glide.
Ryuji rocked against her, using the plump curve of her ass to sheath himself in a slow, maddening rhythm. It wasn't the same tight heat as her pussy, but the visual alone was intoxicating—watching his cock glide over the smooth plane of her back, feeling her muscles tense beneath him—it sparked a raw, primal thrill of conquest and pleasure.
For Seria, it was a torturous mix of itch and heat. Each stroke felt like a brand tracing lines down her spine—a fierce, almost predatory caress. Being facedown, unable to see what he was doing, only amplified the tension—the fear of the unknown mingling with helpless excitement.
And as Ryuji's rhythm grew faster, more urgent, Seria's mind began to spiral with vivid, embarrassing fantasies:
She imagined him ejaculating on her back—the sudden heat, the sticky trails painting her skin.
She pictured later—the cold cling of drying fluid, the uncomfortable press of stiffened sheets against her spine.
She even envisioned the awkward struggle to peel linen from skin, about the embarrassing scene of semen sticking the bed sheet to her back!
It didn't help that Ryuji's cum were always… copious. Sometimes, in the bath after, she had to use her fingers to gently scoop out what he'd left inside—a messy, intimate process that often left her shuddering with a second, shameful climax.
The memory alone made her clench around nothing, a fresh wave of flustered anticipation coursing through her.
She would never dare tell Ryuji about those private moments—the shame was too overwhelming! And moreover as his wife, doing such things without his knowledge filled her with a guilty sense of betrayal, even if it was her own body she touched.
Yes, despite her quiet frustrations with his harem, even after catching the scent of his semen on Sizki's skin, Seria never dwelled on it. She clung to her identity as a simple "village girl"—devoted, forgiving, and endlessly accommodating.
It was almost unbelievable, yet that very submission seemed to ignite something darker in Ryuji—a possessive, almost brutal hunger.
Just as Seria braced for the expected warmth across her back, Ryuji suddenly shifted. In one swift motion, he plunged back into her still-trembling, sensitive entrance—catching her completely off guard.
"Aahhhnnn—!"
Her moan was cut short as Ryuji turned her face toward his, capturing her lips in a deep, claiming kiss.
Next door, Sizki—unable to sleep—let her hand drift downward towards her pussy, imagining it was Ryuji's scorching tongue instead of her own fingers.
.....
The next morning.
"Now that's what I call a good night!"
Ryuji stretched lazily, a satisfied grin on his face. Behind him, Seria stood bundled in thick, high-collared clothing that covered every inch of skin below her chin. Not even her neck was visible—only her face and hands remained exposed.
There was a reason for it: her neck was littered with vivid love bites, and even her arms bore faint marks from Ryuji's teeth. Last night, he had used her thoroughly—and if his primary goal hadn't been energy accumulation, he would have introduced her to even more creative uses for places like her armpits, the bend of her elbows, the arches of her feet…
Modern people have their advantages, he mused. What others might consider taboo, we call… inspiration.
His knowledge in that department was nothing if not comprehensive.
Interestingly, despite a night of intense activity, Seria looked radiant—fully rested, without a trace of fatigue. Meanwhile, Ryuji—though outwardly energetic—felt a familiar hollow ache in his lower back. He needed food, and lots of it.
"Like hell it is!"
Rosh slammed the door open, dark circles stark under her eyes—a clear testament to a night robbed of sleep. Without hesitation, she charged at Ryuji like a furious bull, aiming to headbutt him straight into the afterlife.
"So violent first thing in the morning…"
Ryuji yawned, effortlessly catching her by the forehead with one hand and lifting her until she straddled his shoulders. He'd always wanted to do this—feel her slender legs against his neck, the soft warmth of her inner thighs brushing his skin. It was… refreshing.
And most importantly—
Rosh was legally an adult.
"You… you idiot…"
Rosh lightly thumped his head with her fists, clearly embarrassed. Ryuji's playful closeness was something she couldn't fully resist. It wasn't that she wanted to jump into bed with him—far from it—but rather, she felt oddly happy. His way of treating her as someone close, not an outsider, made her flustered yet warm inside.
"I get it, I disturbed your sleep. Breakfast is on me, my treat, and I'll carry you all day as compensation. Tonight will be better too—I already found us a new place to stay with good soundproofing."
As he spoke, he shifted her thighs a little, causing her hips to press tighter against his shoulders.
"Hmph. You'd better."
Rosh crossed her arms with a proud huff, reluctantly accepting his apology.
Just then, Sizki stepped out of her room. Still dressed in that same worn martial arts uniform, she looked as stiff and serious as ever—like nothing intimate had ever happened between her and Ryuji.
But when Seria stepped out with Ryuji's wallet to settle the bill, he seized the chance to sneak in a playful smack on her butt. Sizki's face flushed bright red as she shot him a glare.
There was reproach in her eyes—but also a clear, burning frustration.
Ryuji smirked triumphantly. She'll come around. It's only a matter of time.
He shrugged lightly, pleased with himself… until he suddenly heard a heavy thunk.
Rosh, who had been clutching his hair just a moment ago, went limp and toppled to the ground.
Startled, Ryuji scooped her up at once, only to find her eyes glazed over, a huge lump swelling on her forehead. Looking up, he immediately spotted the low ceiling beam.
Ah. So that's what happened.
"ROSHHH!!"
Ryuji's cry was full of theatrical despair.
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