Mariko obediently opened her heart and her kimono, untying the silk sash as she crawled toward Harvey.
"My childhood friend Yukio is a rare beauty; I can deliver her to your bed tonight."
"If that isn't enough, you may enjoy the two maids from earlier as you please."
"And me as well..."
The sounds from the tea room did not reach the outside world, where cold moonlight spilled over the cobblestone paths of the courtyard.
Yukio had no idea she had been sold out; she was currently leading Logan along the path, preparing to pay respects to Ichirō Yashida.
After an unpleasant conversation, Logan had refused to share his mutant healing factor.
Watching Logan's departing back, a look of ruthless malice flashed in Yashida's eyes.
"Baka! If you won't accept my generosity, then don't blame me for what comes next!"
Yukio led Logan to a guest room, and after getting him settled...
Just as she was about to go rest, a maid in a kimono came with a message.
"Miss Yukio, the master requests your presence in the tea room to discuss matters."
Yukio recognized the maid as Mariko's and nodded, heading toward the tea room.
A few minutes later.
The unsuspecting Yukio pushed open the wooden door, and the scene before her made her eyes go wide.
Mariko was actually kneeling before a man, her mouth busy working on him...
"How could you..."
Hearing the noise behind her, Mariko stopped her service and glanced back, gesturing for the pretty maid to take over and continue sucking Harvey's cock.
She stood up and walked to Yukio, whispering a persuasion: "Yukio, I need a favor. Come and serve Harvey-kun with me."
Yukio wore a look of shock as if Mariko had gone mad. "Mariko, is that man worth such debasement? What kind of spell has he put on you?"
Mariko gave a brief overview of Harvey's origins and said solemnly, "Yukio, you saw the patriarch's and my father's secret moves."
"To fight them, I can only rely on Harvey-kun."
"Sister, only you can help me now. Please!"
Faced with her best friend's sincere plea, Yukio felt at a loss. Though the tradition of self-sacrifice against enemies existed in Japan...
But when it came to herself, she hesitated.
Yukio's mind was a mess, and before she could decide, a sudden heat surged through her body.
She seemed to realize something, turning her head in shock to the corner of the tea room.
An aphrodisiac incense stick was burning in an antique burner.
Turning back to Mariko, she couldn't believe her dear friend would actually do this to her!
Mariko felt a bit guilty under her friend's gaze, but thinking that the inheritance depended on Harvey's whim...
She steeled her resolve and pulled Yukio toward them, preparing to serve the master together in a depraved orgy.
A sleepless night.
As the first light of dawn appeared on the horizon, the two maids in the bedroom rose early, their tired bodies dragging as they gathered scattered fragments of torn stockings and silk.
They diligently cleaned the room, wiping down the floor and furniture, then prepared breakfast and gently woke the three masters on the bed.
"Miss Yukio? Miss Yukio?"
Yukio slowly opened her eyes, struggling to move her body which felt as if it had been ruthlessly run over by a steamroller as she rolled out of bed.
Certain someone had been far too brutal last night, fucking her until she was senseless.
Once she finally managed to get out of bed, she reached for the new kimono the maid handed her.
"Rennervate!"
The moment the words left Harvey's mouth, Yukio felt a surge of life-giving energy flood her weakened frame.
Her strength recovered instantly, and the sharp, throbbing pain between her legs rapidly subsided.
She turned her head to see Harvey being dressed by the maids.
Yukio's eyes held a complex, indescribable look; this was the man who had ruthlessly taken her precious first time.
Harvey groped the girls while being dressed, making the two pretty maids giggle and moan "Wait... don't..." repeatedly as he pinched their nipples.
Yukio's forehead was covered in dark lines as she turned and left the bedroom in a huff.
Half an hour later.
After breakfast, Mariko's gaze toward Harvey was full of intense affection.
Having reached the peak multiple times last night, she was thoroughly satisfied by his performance.
Yukio remained cold, acting as if she had forgotten everything from the night before.
Just past nine, a grieving bodyguard reported that the patriarch had died at 5:00 AM after failed resuscitation.
Mariko's father, Shingen, was preparing for the funeral, intending to hold a secret family service at noon.
"You may leave."
Mariko dismissed the guard and looked at Harvey and Yukio with a heavy expression. "Grandfather is likely starting his plan."
Yukio said expressionlessly, "Logan left early this morning. He seemed to be in some kind of trouble."
Harvey took a sip of tea and squinted his eyes with amusement.
"The show is about to start. Logan is the key to this drama. Just wait, old Yashida won't be able to help himself."
"Ring, ring~"
A sudden phone ring broke the silence.
Harvey fished his phone out of his pocket and answered.
"Moshi moshi, my dear Miss Know-It-All. So you still remember me? Did you have fun yesterday?"
"Where am I? At the place I should be, of course."
"About to attend a funeral banquet. Want to come over for a free meal?"
"The location is..."
Harvey looked at Mariko.
She provided the name of the location.
Harvey continued to Hermione on the other end, "Zojoji Temple in Minato, Tokyo. The guests arrive at noon. Got it?"
He hung up.
The cold Yukio actually asked, "Who are you inviting to the banquet?"
Harvey spoke bluntly, "Two you should recognize: the Flame Witch and the Scarlet Witch from the Defenders. And my official girlfriend."
Mariko's brows knitted. "All women? Don't tell me they are..."
Harvey nodded, confirming her suspicion.
"That's right. They are all my women."
Yukio felt a sense of discomfort as if something belonging to her was being shared, but she hesitated and said nothing.
Mariko, however, looked interested. "I've heard of the Flame Witch and the Scarlet Witch. Since there's a chance, I'd like to see them up close."
Yukio curled her lip and couldn't help but say, "Mariko, this bastard is a three-timing scumbag, and you actually want to meet those three vixens?"
Mariko said as a matter of course, "Naturally. The Yashida family is traditional; they can just be concubines."
The atmosphere instantly froze.
Yukio felt a sense of absurdity, not knowing what to say.
Harvey didn't expect Mariko to have such ambitions; he directly stated his stance to crush her hopes.
"Don't even think about it. The position of the principal wife won't be yours. Being a concubine is barely an option."
The proud Mariko was unwilling to be a subordinate. She wanted to argue, but she saw Harvey's unquestionable expression.
She said with a face full of grievance, "What's so good about those women? Whatever they can do, I can do too!"
Harvey gave a cold side-eye sneer.
"With strength like Yukio's, they could pin her down with one hand. Can you do that?"
Yukio, suddenly called out: "..."
Mariko was left speechless as well.