"Wow~! There's a luxury car parked at the entrance here."
"Be careful—don't scratch the car, or you won't be able to afford it even if you sell yourself."
Youthful students passed by Akira's car, always exclaiming.
Not long after, the main person he was picking up was already in the car. However, this time, Kirigaya Suguha sat in the passenger seat.
"Mr. Akira, we all know it now—the news is playing everywhere outside."
"Hmm, what does that matter? I'm just protecting my private property."
Kirigaya Suguha chuckled beside him. "If someone else heard that, it would definitely be big news."
"If I make it to the news, I'll definitely give you a good scolding when I get back."
Kirigaya Suguha covered her mouth and chuckled, lowering her head.
Although her period hadn't passed yet, other areas were still viable. Her purpose in specifically sitting in the passenger seat today was also this. Mr. Akira hadn't been intimate with her these past few days—she couldn't let him forget her.
The car drove smoothly; it was dismissal time, and traffic was heavy. Even if Akira was driving a luxury car, it was impossible for it to suddenly fly into the air—that would be too conspicuous. He still planned to hide his psychokinesis for a while longer. So, the final psychokinesis wall he used against Boros was also Tatsumaki's doing, not his.
"When are the semi-finals and finals?"
"The semi-finals and finals are condensed into one day. The organizers feel that this tests the contestants' abilities more. The time is set for the day after tomorrow. And after the National High School Kendo Tournament is over, those people from the Martial Arts Association will then hold the Martial Arts Tournament. So this National High School Kendo Tournament is unprecedented in scale and has attracted a lot of attention."
Kirigaya Suguha was busy. The one answering was naturally Busujima Saeko. She was very confident about this tournament.
Akira, however, was slightly stunned when he heard this news. The Martial Arts Tournament was about to begin? So fast.
After a brief chat about school matters, Akira had already brought the two girls into the underground garage. Then, he passed through dozens of shiny luxury cars and took the elevator straight up to the 90th floor.
Kirigaya Suguha was stunned. "Mr. Akira, are all those cars yours?"
Akira nodded. "Go get a driver's license, and you can drive whichever one you want in the future."
"Woohoo~!"
Kirigaya Suguha was very happy—those were things ordinary people could never touch in a lifetime. But now, they were within her reach.
Ding.
The elevator doors opened. The three in the dojo had already arrived at the entrance, looking curiously at the two women who followed them. And when they noticed the wooden swords they carried, the few of them instantly realized that this floor might have been specially decorated for these two women.
Kirigaya Suguha and Busujima Saeko were stunned. Not only because of the dojo, but also because of the three women waiting right by the elevator door.
"Onii-chan, you're playing favorites! You actually prepared an entire floor specifically for these two women."
Suou Yuki spoke first, seizing the initiative.
With that one "onii-chan," Kirigaya Suguha and Busujima Saeko's attitude toward her instantly changed.
"Hello, my name is Busujima Saeko, and I am Mr. Akira's woman."
"My name is Kirigaya Suguha, and I am also Mr. Akira's woman."
Seeing their solemn etiquette, Akira knew that the two had recognized Suou Yuki as his true family. This scene had a distinct feeling of meeting the family.
"Her name is Suou Yuki, and she is also my woman—it's just that this girl insists on me being her onii-chan."
"Blizzard of Hell, Hero Association B-Class Rank 1."
"Kimishima Ayano is Suou Yuki's good sister, and they are all my women."
When he said the words "my women," Akira felt a sense of accomplishment from the bottom of his heart.
Five beautiful girls with distinct styles—Blizzard of Hell barely counts too—were all his women. There were also the Izumi mother and daughter, Kasumigaoka Utaha, the Eriri sisters, Yukinoshita Haruno. Hiratsuka Shizuka, Yor, Sakurajima Mai. And Esdeath, Tohru, Lucoa.
Hmm—unknowingly, I've already captured so many? I really want to see what kind of scene it would be when they all gather together.
After the introductions and the women greeting each other, everyone entered the dojo.
Big. It was really too big. The area of this dojo was several times larger than the dojo at Busujima Saeko's house. The layout of the other rooms and the space were simply incomparable.
"Wow~! Am I going to live here from now on?"
Kirigaya Suguha had already told her family that she would be staying at the Busujima family's house for special training. So for the next few days, she could be completely carefree.
"If you want to sleep in a room here, you can. But I still recommend going upstairs."
"Upstairs?"
Hearing Akira's words, the three who had arrived earlier all widened their eyes.
What upstairs? When did an upstairs appear?
But Busujima Saeko and Kirigaya Suguha felt that Akira was simply too extravagant. This floor was already enough, and there was even an upper floor?
At this moment, Yukinoshita Haruno came down from the 100th-floor elevator entrance to the 90th floor. As soon as she entered, she found five pairs of women's shoes neatly arranged in the dojo's entrance.
Five? This difficulty is too great.
But since she had come, there was no reason to retreat like this. So Yukinoshita Haruno puffed out her chest and spoke.
Suou Yuki pouted. "A meeting—it's really a big meeting."
Six of them. Two more, and they could make two tables of mahjong.
After Yukinoshita Haruno politely greeted everyone, she stated her purpose for coming here.
"Mr. Akira, to celebrate our successful contract renewal, I'd like to treat you to a meal. Of course, you can bring everyone along too."
As soon as she finished speaking, Suou Yuki jumped out. "Don't think I can't tell—you just want to have a two-person world with Mr. Akira, and you absolutely don't want us to come along. So, I'm definitely having dinner tonight."
Yukinoshita Haruno laughed awkwardly. "How could that be? I really welcome everyone to come along."
"We had takeout for lunch, and now I don't feel like eating out."
Akira spoke, and the atmosphere instantly cooled. "Saeko, go make dinner. Anyone who can cook can also go help."
He made his decision, and the matter of eating out was immediately no longer mentioned by anyone.
Busujima Saeko was the first to get up and walk toward the kitchen. She could tell that although it was enlarged, it was largely arranged according to the layout of her family's dojo. And when the refrigerator was opened, it was stocked with abundant meat and seafood.
Busujima Saeko started cooking, while Kirigaya Suguha and Kimishima Ayano went to help. The remaining three, lacking any culinary talent, sat in the living room with Akira.
"Haruno, come here—I want your lap pillow."
Hearing this, Haruno was naturally very happy, but in her happiness, she also felt a bit dazed. Because she had already disarmed her internal defenses when she came here. Treating him to a meal was false—wanting to "eat" Akira was true.
And after only a second of hesitation, Suou Yuki stepped forward and volunteered. "Onii-chan, please enjoy the lap pillow of your dear sister, Yuki. And!"
Suou Yuki gathered her ample chest, making Haruno blush.
Are young people nowadays so bold?
Seeing Akira unmoved, Yukinoshita Haruno immediately lifted her long skirt and knelt on the floor. Akira lay down on her lap, turning his head to look at the TV.
"Ah~!"
Suou Yuki was struck a blow and drank a cup of tea fiercely.
But under Blizzard of Hell's gaze, Yukinoshita Haruno realized that things were not as simple as she imagined. After Akira lay down, something she couldn't quite describe or explain flowed into her body. A clear spring uncontrollably overflowed from the mountain forest.
Was she that sensitive?
Yukinoshita Haruno wasn't sure, but she knew that if this continued, there would definitely be a flood at the foot of the mountain.
"Miss Blizzard of Hell, is there something wrong with you looking at me like that?"
"Nothing—just sent some things."
Except for Akira, who could make this proud queen take off her crown, Blizzard of Hell always exuded an air of nobility.
The reason she was staring at Yukinoshita Haruno was because she noticed that Yukinoshita Haruno wasn't wearing panties. Now that Akira was using her lap pillow, if he turned his head, wouldn't he… So she had been watching, wanting to see what would happen after Akira turned his head. However, since Yukinoshita Haruno noticed, she would temporarily avert her gaze.
Akira, of course, knew about this. Clearly, what happened during their first meeting had a great impact on Yukinoshita Haruno. To dare to come to him like this, he certainly couldn't let her off so easily.
"I'm going to the restroom."
Akira got up and moved toward the restroom, but after pretending to enter the restroom and locking the door, he activated his Existence Weakening to full power and directly passed back through using High-Frequency Vibration.
Without that strange feeling, Yukinoshita Haruno felt her tense nerves instantly relax. She moved two steps forward and reached for a piece of paper on the coffee table. Just as she was about to turn around to clean up the traces left on the scene, she suddenly had an indescribable feeling. It was as if Akira was exerting force. But Akira had clearly just gone to the restroom. And she was currently kneeling, with the floor beneath her. It was impossible for anyone else to be there.
But at this moment, Akira suddenly emerged from beneath the floor. It scared her, instantly stiffening her entire body, her legs clamped tightly together. She almost cried out.
Mr. Akira?
Because he was under the table, the other two in the living room did not notice Akira's presence. Only Yukinoshita Haruno could see clearly. She only saw Akira wave at her, make a shushing gesture, and then disappear.
This scene made her feel as if she was hallucinating. But the pressure on her mounds wouldn't lie. Mr. Akira was really inside the floor.
This discovery left her no time to deal with the traces on the floor; she picked up a teacup, wanting to pour herself some water. But at this moment, her hand was shaking like she had Parkinson's, completely unable to stop.
How could she possibly endure this? This was clearly impossible.
"Haruno-san, what's wrong? Your hands are shaking so much."
Yukinoshita Haruno dared not speak, because she was afraid that her voice would tremble when she spoke.
"Are you alright? You're sweating."
Suou Yuki moved closer and closer, and Yukinoshita Haruno found it increasingly difficult to endure. Finally, she sighed and said, "I'm fine—it's an old habit. A little water will do."
However, the teacup she raised, whether intentionally or accidentally, spilled onto her skirt. She hurriedly pulled out tissues and began to clean it.
Hahaha—I didn't expect it to actually work.
Akira, inside the wall, had an excited expression.
High-Frequency Vibration allowed him to pass through anything, including human bodies. And Existence Weakening could prevent anyone from noticing him. So, he could openly be anywhere.
Amazing. Awesome. The effect of this combination of abilities was even more incredible than being an invisible man.
Akira arrived in the kitchen, where Busujima Saeko was stir-frying dishes. But suddenly, she felt something abnormal and immediately became alert. However, the next second, Akira's voice appeared in her ear. "Don't be afraid—it's me. Just continue cooking your meal."
Busujima Saeko didn't know why this was happening, but it was undoubtedly Akira.
How did he do it? With her current movements, it should have been impossible for him. But… he did it. He did it.
Busujima Saeko continued to stir-fry the vegetables, but her body felt increasingly weak, requiring one hand to lean on the stove.
"Senior Busujima, what's wrong?"
Busujima Saeko forced a smile. "I'm not sure—I just suddenly feel a bit weak."
"You're breaking out in a cold sweat. Senior Busujima, why don't you go rest first?"
Busujima Saeko took a deep breath. "It's nothing—I can still manage."
"This isn't about whether you can manage or not. If you're uncomfortable, Mr. Akira will definitely be worried."
Worried? He wouldn't be worried at all. He was enjoying himself.
For some reason, Busujima Saeko was particularly excited.
However, Akira saw that he was about to be exposed, so he quickly ended the prank.
High-Frequency Vibration and Existence Weakening continued to operate. Akira had already appeared on the floor of the Yukinoshita family's company.
At this moment, Mrs. Yukinoshita was resting on the sofa. After taking back Yukinoshita Haruno's portion of the work, she had only just finished dealing with it completely.
"I hope that girl can bring good news. If it really works out, I won't have to worry about such small matters anymore."
She murmured to herself, stretching her arms and yawning. But suddenly, she felt a hard object on the soft sofa.
What? Could it be that her work intensity was too high, causing hallucinations?
She rubbed her temples, intending to get up. But something immediately made her expression turn to confusion. She even moved up and down, and swept her hand behind her. She found nothing.
But what was unbelievable was that she actually had a "fullness" she had never experienced before.
Mrs. Yukinoshita was in her thirties today, and very well-preserved. Her skin was radiant and full of collagen. Her figure was a level better than Yukinoshita Haruno's, directly rivaling Blizzard of Hell's. And her temperament, within its coldness, carried a hint of charm. It was the kind of maturity that, once reached, could no longer be hidden.
Simply put, Mrs. Yukinoshita was a ripe peach. One bite, and it would be tender, juicy, and fragrant. Moreover, she also had the Eroge mark on her head.
Akira just tried it a little. However, this slight attempt made Mrs. Yukinoshita unable to remain calm.
Because this was her private office, and it was impossible for anyone to be around. And she had just confirmed that there was nothing behind her.
Which meant—that feeling was produced by her own body?
Could it be that this was already a mature body that could please itself?
Mrs. Yukinoshita was a bit bewildered. But when one is in the mood, who would think too much?
She sat back on the sofa, unbuckled her belt, and her snow-white yukata, with her bungee-like movements on the sofa, finally fell limply.
What was happening? She felt like life had reached its peak.
Mrs. Yukinoshita was drenched in fragrant sweat. The mochi dumplings, under constant impact, appeared even more crystalline.
"Dinner's ready—where's Mr. Akira?"
After stir-frying the dishes, Busujima Saeko immediately went to look for Akira.
"Brother went to the toilet and hasn't come out yet—he's probably…"
Suou Yuki didn't finish the sentence, as it was time to eat.
Yukinoshita Haruno came out of the cubicle at this moment, with a conspicuous tea stain on her skirt. Many used tissues were placed on the floor nearby.
Hmm—there was a lot of tea. A large amount.
"Has Mr. Akira not come out yet?"
Yukinoshita Haruno knew that he might not be in the toilet at all right now, so she asked, "Should we wait for him?"
At this moment, Blizzard of Hell spoke. "I'm hungry. Replenishing Mr. Akira's magic is a very energy-consuming task. Let's eat first—I think Akira definitely won't mind."
However, everyone directly ignored what she said. There was only one master in this house, and that was Mr. Akira. Although Blizzard of Hell was strong, she couldn't convince them yet.
At this moment, Akira pressed the toilet flush and walked out of the toilet. "Alright, everyone—let's eat."