Driving the supercar, Reina felt a thrill—it was her first time behind the wheel of such a vehicle. But after a brief glance, her attention shifted to the beautiful girl beside her.
Tsubaki Ryuurikawa sat motionless in the passenger seat, expressionless, as if she could remain silent forever unless Reina spoke first.
Understandable. Not long ago, this girl had a happy family and noble status, only to fall so far. Not collapsing entirely was already a feat.
Being withdrawn was normal.
Perhaps she'd already broken inside, Reina thought, quickly following the car ahead.
The two vehicles weaved through the highway, Tsubaki's icy demeanor growing more pronounced. Reina recalled her own past—when Muto abandoned her, shattering her family, she'd gone through similar emotional turmoil.
Back then, she'd been just as cold, but her daughters gave her strength to carry on…
"I've been through something similar to you," Reina said suddenly while driving. Tsubaki's expression didn't change, but she glanced over. Reina continued.
"I faced a lot of awful, troublesome things before. I thought life was unbearable, that I was the most miserable person alive. But unlike you, I had something to hold onto, so I got through it," Reina's voice was steady, flowing like a gentle stream. "Now, I'm living well—better than before."
She turned the wheel, smiling softly. "I'm not telling you to forget your pain. I just want you to know that no matter how sad it gets, you have to keep living. It's not true despair yet, is it?"
Reina gave Tsubaki a warm smile, rolling down the window, letting the wind tousle her red hair. "I'm Reina, the Leader's secretary and the Himegami Society's general secretary."
She added, "By the way, a few days ago, I was bedridden in a hospital, on death's door. If not for the Leader, I'd probably be gone, full of regrets."
Tsubaki finally reacted, her expression subtly shifting as she stared.
"So, like you, I was saved by the Leader… Let's get along from now on."
Reina stopped there, and though Tsubaki remained silent, her expression suggested her tense nerves had eased slightly.
The car left the city center, entering a private estate. Muxiao, peering out the window, marveled, "The Boyman family's loaded. Not bad, not bad. Ordinary nobles wouldn't impress this Leader."
Beside him, Boyman slumped like a dead pig, drowned in despair. When the car stopped, he stumbled out, falling with a thud. Ignoring his pain, he looked up at the row of maids at the villa's entrance.
Bloodshot eyes wide, he roared, "I'm Boyman! I'm the noble heir here! I'm your master!!!"
The maids turned to him. The once-elegant noble heir was now bloodstained, disheveled, and pale. He raised a hand. "Quick!! Save me—!!"
Thud—
Muxiao hopped down, his monstrous form appearing before the maids. The group of beautiful maids bowed to him. "Master."
Boyman froze.
A breeze scattered leaves onto him.
Muxiao's mind control made the maids see him as their master. He sauntered over, turning to taunt Boyman.
"Such a grand welcome every time you come home? As expected of a young master. But no need for it today. Knowing I'm moving in, you sent all these pretty maids to serve me? I'm almost embarrassed."
Muxiao laughed, wrapping tentacles around the maids' waists, chuckling肆意ly.
"What are you doing?! I'm your master! You useless idiots can't even recognize him?!! Bastards!!!"
Boyman, hysterical, broke completely. "I'm the one! I'm the master here! These maids are mine…!"
"Sadly, you're the only one who thinks that," Muxiao said, looming over him with overwhelming menace. "Everyone else will see me as the Boyman heir—your bodyguards, your family, your parents, your friends…"
"And, of course, your women," Muxiao sighed, patting his shoulder with a tentacle. "Don't worry, I'll take good care of your maids. Rest easy."
"I'll kill you—!!!"
Muxiao calmly bound him tightly with tentacles, dragging him into the villa amid the maids' welcoming bows, flirting with them in front of him.
After a lavish dinner and a relaxing bath, treating the place like home, Muxiao called the young, beautiful maids to the bedroom as night fell, stepping inside under Boyman's despairing gaze.
"Mr. Boyman, I'll help myself to your women…"
As the door closed, Boyman collapsed, unable to rise or escape, his eyes sunken. When sultry moans echoed from inside, he broke down, sobbing in despair.
Inside, Muxiao sat on the bed. Reina, closing the door, glanced at the sleeping maids, surprised. "I thought you'd actually do something with them…"
"Just messing with him. These women are pitiful, probably taken by Boyman through shady means," Muxiao said, then paused, rubbing his head. "Though, if Izuki were here, she'd definitely egg me on to mess with them."
He grimaced. "She'd love to see me drown in debauchery with these maids, that pervert."
"But I won't," Reina said, gazing at him. Suddenly, she leaned forward, kissing his eyes softly. "I like this version of you, Muxiao. This is your reward."
Muxiao blinked.
"A reward? That's it?"
Reina's refined face twitched at his dissatisfaction, but she soon grew shy, her gaze wavering. "If that's not enough… we can do it here."
Muxiao watched, stunned, as she bent down, unbuttoning her blazer, peeling off her clothes like layers of a cabbage, revealing her smooth, tender body under the moonlight.
The beauty radiated stunning allure.
"It'll also keep that man outside from exposing us…"
Muxiao's tentacles wrapped around her, smirking. "Then you'd better be loud, Reina."
"Ugh…"
Making such provocative sounds on purpose was embarrassingly shameful for her.
But soon, Reina realized she didn't need to try—under Muxiao's teasing caresses, her moans came naturally.
She wanted to hold back but couldn't.