Alex hadn't originally planned on changing clothes; a casual outfit was enough for him. Makoto Himemiya didn't force him into a kimono either. "But Alex, even in casual clothes, you have to look your best~" She took his hand. "Come to my room, let me fix you up~"
Alex: "..."
The "fixing up" turned out to be just adjusting his clothes and tidying up minor details. Makoto straightened his collar like a virtuous little wife, patting his shirt down. "All done, Alex. Let's go~"
Strolling with Makoto down the evening slopes, the girl in her kimono seemed more demure and gentle than her usual slutty and erotic self, looking every bit like a refined young lady from a prestigious family. However, her physique—far more exaggerated than a normal person's—still gave her an air of seductive allure that drew the gaze of every male they passed.
Along the way, many men cast stunned, obsessed glances at Makoto. Yet, seeing the boy beside her, and seeing how she intimately clung to his arm and leaned into him, they couldn't hide the disappointment and intense envy on their faces.
"Alex, so many people are looking at us~~" Makoto squeezed his arm into her full breasts, sinking it deep into her cleavage so Alex could clearly feel her "broad heart." Alex surreptitiously rubbed against her and glanced around. "Who told you to be so charming, Makoto? You should be used to it by now, right?"
"It's not just me, is it? Plenty of women are looking at you too, Alex." Makoto leaned in close to his ear, nipping his earlobe and whispering with hot breath, "Your charm isn't small either. Honestly, have all those girls stealing glances at you already been conquered by you?"
Alex: "..."
He looked away awkwardly. "Ah... speaking of which, you girls usually follow me in a huge group whenever we go out. It's actually quite rare for us to be alone like this."
"Mean of you to change the subject," Makoto grumbled. She was one hundred percent certain that if a beautiful girl passed them on the street, Alex had likely already claimed her. Even if he hadn't, he had surely branded her as a reserve member of his harem.
She had heard from Chihiro and the others that there was a mysterious "Savior Support Club" out there, filled with potential harem members. Between that organization and the girls Alex had already claimed... Makoto estimated it wouldn't be long before every woman in Tokyo, if not all of Japan, belonged to him.
What a pervert...
But Makoto had been mentally prepared for this for a long time. It was exaggerated, sure, but not enough to make her angry. Seeing her beloved boy dodge the question, she gave him a knowing smile and followed his lead. "True. Ever since your sexual stamina became so terrifying, everyone tacitly agreed not to be alone with you, otherwise, we'd never survive." The girl gave a suggestive smile. "Being alone like this really hasn't happened in a while."
"Why aren't you afraid now, Makoto?"
"Because we've gotten stronger too! Though we're still nowhere near your level, we won't be crushed that easily." Halfway through her sentence, Makoto pressed her breasts firmly against Alex's side. "At least I can satisfy you."
"Besides... the Summer Festival is special."
With that, Makoto looked toward the commercial district ahead, which was already thick with a festive atmosphere. Lanterns hung from shop entrances, and more and more people were appearing in kimonos. Curiously, she didn't see many couples; most girls were in groups. She saw a stranger girl cast a shy look at Alex and then a look of pure disgust at the man pursuing her.
Those women are beyond help—
"Alex, I want to play that!" Makoto saw a Goldfish Scooping stall and immediately tugged on his arm, dragging him over excitedly. "Let's try it."
"Sure," Alex didn't refuse, letting the busty beauty drag him to the stall. Goldfish scooping was a game of skill; the "net" was just a thin layer of paper that would tear the moment a fish struggled after getting wet. It required technique and luck, often designed to scam customers.
"Welcome! One hundred yen for three tries~" The woman sitting at the stall was a mature beauty with a seductive air. She glanced at Alex, her cheeks flushing slightly. "However, since the Savior is visiting, it's free of charge. You can play as much as you like~"
Makoto's face instantly darkened, and her interest in playing vanished.
Why does every random woman have a connection to Alex?! How many does he need before he's satisfied? Actually, Alex was quite surprised himself. He hadn't expected this mature woman to be a member of the Savior Support Club too.
Sounds like I'm some legendary hero... Well, if I'm the Hero saving the world, it's okay to get some freebies, right? Alex covered his face.
"Alex, let's go—"
"Eh? Didn't you want to play?"
"Lost interest. Not playing."
"..."
The woman wasn't angry. She watched their departing figures with a sigh. She had joined the Savior Support Club voluntarily. She used to have her own family and a husband... but when her husband personally pushed her toward a disgusting, fat pig of a boss to advance his own career, she had fallen into total despair. Despair for her husband, and despair for the world.
But then, the thing called the [Silver Crest] appeared on her, saving her from becoming a mere toy. From that moment on, she lost all hope in men—except for him. Seeing the boy known as the Savior in person for the first time, she knew he was different.
"Our Savior... mmm~" She clamped her legs together and moaned softly before quickly taking out her phone to post Alex's location in the group chat. The chat erupted instantly. Within five minutes, dozens of location pings were being sent.
They were tracking his every move. If Alex saw this, he'd definitely complain: You guys are total stalkers!
The woman rested her chin on her hand, a seductive smile on her face. "Most of us in the club were targeted by disgusting men and saw the true face of the men in this world. Only Master Alex can save the world. Though, we don't care about the world—saving us is enough—"
...
"Would you two like to try our special sundae? It's our featured ice cream, and we have a couple's version~" A pretty girl handing out flyers blocked Alex's path.
"A couple's sundae?" Makoto was interested, but as Alex took the flyer, he felt the girl's finger scratch his palm. He understood instantly, his mouth twitching. For god's sake, another 'insider'.
"Wait, is this one free too?" Makoto asked suspiciously, now a bit of a paranoid bird.
"Of course not! This is our top recommendation; how could it be free?" The girl feigned surprise.
Makoto relaxed. "Alex, let's have the sundae. The couple's one~"
"..."
As Alex entered the shop, he saw the girl give him a secret, cute wink. She looked very proud of herself. Once they were inside, she couldn't stop smiling. "Rena was too obvious; that's why Miss Himemiya got suspicious. My acting was just right." Then she looked at Makoto's silhouette leaning against Alex with envy. "I'm so jealous of her... I wonder when we'll get to enjoy that kind of treatment from the Master..."
Alex sat on a sofa in the shop, scanning the staff. He looked at Makoto, who was excitedly ordering, completely oblivious. Oscar-winning actresses, all of them.
There are top-tier extras everywhere. The Savior Support Club is terrifying. How many people are in this organization? I feel like if I gave the word, we could occupy the National Diet Building. Isn't this getting a bit ridiculous?
"Alex, what's wrong? You've been quiet. Don't you want to eat?" Makoto asked with concern.
"No, nothing." Alex opened his mouth as Makoto fed him a spoonful. He was about to return the favor when Makoto took a spoonful for herself, didn't swallow, but leaned across the table and suddenly captured his lips.
"Mmph?!"
A cold tongue entered his mouth. Makoto's sweet tongue, carrying the taste of ice cream, tangled with his. They shared their saliva as the ice cream melted between their tongues. It was impossible to tell where Makoto's scent ended and the sweetness began. Alex was pinned against the sofa by the proactive Makoto, who took what she wanted wantonly.
The waitresses nearby watched secretly, their faces filled with envy—