Chapter 745: Ren Laughs About Queen Halloween! The Master and Disciple Rice Bowl!
The conversation between Canaria and Shiroyasha regarding the current political landscape of Hakoniwa continued for a while, their voices low and filled with the gravity of centuries-old schemes.
However, beyond the immediate status of the "No Name" Community and the shifts in the outer gates, there was little else of substance to discuss. The board had been set, the pieces moved, and now they were merely waiting for the king to act.
"You don't need to specifically report such trivial things to me in the future. I haven't restricted your freedom to obtain information, nor have I forbidden you from contacting your old friends," Ren said, waving his hand dismissively. He sat relaxed on the plush sofa, his posture radiating the absolute confidence of a ruler who feared no rebellion.
He looked at Shiroyasha, a playful, almost predatory glint flashing in his golden eyes.
"Speaking of old friends and promises... do you still remember our agreement?"
"Huh?"
Being asked so suddenly, Shiroyasha blinked, genuinely confused. The Demon Lord of the White Night tilted her head, her golden eyes filled with bewilderment as she paused her fanning.
The sunlight filtering through the window caught the intricate patterns of her kimono, highlighting the contrast between her petite form and her immense presence.
"To get your promise," Ren prompted her, his voice dropping an octave, vibrating with a magnetic resonance that seemed to heat the air in the room.
Canaria and Leticia, standing respectfully to the side, widened their eyes in unison. The implication hung heavy in the air.
To get... Shiroyasha-sama? The White Night King?
Shiroyasha narrowed her eyes after her initial surprise, snapping her folding fan shut with a sharp clack. The sound echoed like a gunshot in the quiet living room.
"Have your gains this time made you strong enough to conquer the entirety of Little Garden?" she asked, her tone shifting from casual to probing. "Are you ready to challenge the dual goddesses, the Buddhas, and the sovereignty of the stars?"
"???"
Canaria and Leticia seemed to hear something even more incredible.
Conquer Little Garden? The center of the multiverse's observation?
By one person's strength?
How is that possible? Even the strongest Demon Lords in history—Azi Dahaka, the Dystopia—had failed to truly conquer the garden of the gods. It was a feat that defied the logic of their world.
Ren's answer was a calm, negative shake of his head.
"I still can't truly control the entire Little Garden. The structural laws there are... dense. It requires more than just raw power to rewrite the fundamental rules of that playground."
He leaned forward, resting his chin on his palm, a smirk playing on his lips. "But our agreement wasn't about controlling Little Garden, was it? It was about giving those arrogant gods and that bunch of trouble-making three-digit existences a good beating. To shatter their pride."
"..."
Shiroyasha understood immediately. A shiver ran down her spine—not of fear, but of anticipation.
The current Ren was confident that he could physically beat up all the gods.
Including all the two-digit Truths of the Universe, and perhaps even her current superiors who kept her on a leash.
She had felt that Ren's improvement was immense before—his aura had shifted from a roaring fire to a deep, abyssal ocean—but she didn't expect it to be to such a terrifying extent. To casually discuss beating the strongest beings in existence...
"You really are surprising," Shiroyasha couldn't help but sigh, opening her fan again to hide the complex expression on her face. A mixture of relief, envy, and arousal swirled within her.
The first time they met, Ren's strength was arguably comparable to her peak state as the White Night King.
How long has it been? A few months? Weeks? He had already reached a level she couldn't even dream of. Even if she reclaimed her full Spirit Status, returning to the primordial sun, she suspected it wouldn't be enough to stand against him now.
Clap!
The folding fan snapped open with a sharp sound, creating a small breeze.
Shiroyasha covered the lower half of her face with the fan, her eyes darting away to avoid his penetrating gaze.
"I naturally won't break the promise. A Demon Lord keeps her word. But... it's not now."
Ren shrugged, leaning back comfortably into the cushions. "I didn't say it was now. I'm a patient man."
"Yō and Asuka haven't had enough fun yet. They need to grow, to experience the wonders and horrors of your world. Give them some time to play, and then..."
Ren's eyes darkened, the playfulness replaced by a possessive hunger.
"Then I'll pack them, Kuro Usagi, you, Queen Halloween, and the rest, and take you all away. My collection requires a complete set."
His tone was casual, his way of calling out names sounding dangerously like a predator listing the menu for a grand feast.
Shiroyasha's eyelids twitched violently when she heard the name "Queen Halloween."
She quietly complained under her breath, a bead of sweat forming on her brow, "It seems they were right about you being a pervert. You can even fancy someone like that troublesome Queen. Do you have a death wish, or just an infinite tolerance for high-maintenance women?"
Canaria, standing beside Leticia, twitched her lips. Her polite, strategic smile faltered for the first time since her resurrection.
"Master..." Canaria interjected cautiously, "Are you referring to that Queen Halloween? The Celtic Goddess? The Sovereign of the Boundary?"
Ren nodded, his grin widening to show pearly white teeth. "That's right, your teacher. She's a beauty, isn't she? I've seen her records. A loli-baba with a chaotic streak... quite my type."
"Uh... Teacher is indeed beautiful," Canaria admitted, looking awkward. She shifted her weight from one foot to the other, her hands fidgeting with the hem of her poet's tunic.
"I wanted to ask Master... how do you plan to treat Queen Halloween?"
She had heard that Ren was going to beat up the two-digits and three-digits of Little Garden.
Her teacher, in any case, was an irregular three-digit entity, a powerful Celtic God who fell squarely within the range of Ren's "correction."
Thinking of her esteemed, somewhat terrifying teacher—the woman who controlled boundaries and gold—being beaten up physically... Canaria found it hard to accept. The image of the Queen crying under a fist was too dissonant.
Noticing her internal conflict, Ren suppressed a laugh. The sound rumbled in his chest.
"Pfft, you actually thought I wanted to beat her up with my fists?"
He stood up slowly, stalking towards the spectral strategist like a wolf cornering a rabbit.
"There are many ways to conquer a woman, Canaria. Violence is the least interesting one."
He reached out, his arm snaking around the petite Canaria's waist with snake-like speed and precision. Before she could react, he pulled her firmly into his embrace.
"Ah!"
Canaria gasped as she collided with his solid chest. The scent of him—musk, ozone, and something undeniably masculine—filled her senses, short-circuiting her tactical mind.
Ren moved his hand audaciously, tracing the curves of her body under the strange, wide-eyed gazes of Shiroyasha and Leticia. He treated her not as a legendary strategist, but as a woman he already owned.
His hand slid upwards from her waist, feeling the warmth of her skin through the fabric.
When passing over the flat "airport" of her chest, his hand indeed stiffened for a moment, finding no resistance or elevation.
There didn't seem to be much to see here—a tragic reality for the foster mother of the No Names, and a stark contrast to the voluptuous figures Ren usually surrounded himself with.
However, Ren didn't stop. He didn't show disappointment. He simply continued his exploration, his hand drifting downwards, seeking more fertile lands.
"Ugh... Master..."
Canaria's face flushed a deep crimson. Her intellect, usually sharp enough to outwit gods, was melting under his touch.
His hand didn't stop until he reached the "steamed bun line"—the soft, forbidden mound beneath her skirt. He cupped her firmly, his fingers teasing the fabric guarding her intimacy.
"Compared to beating her up," Ren whispered into her ear, his voice husky with intent, "I think a 'Master-Disciple Rice Bowl' might be more interesting. Don't you think? You and your teacher... serving me together."
Oyakodon. The term for a parent and child served together. In this context, the Master and Disciple.
"You really have a lot of tricks," Shiroyasha commented, her voice trembling slightly. She watched the scene with wide eyes, her face burning.
"This level of shamelessness... it transcends the boundaries of the Garden."
Shiroyasha waved her fan in disgust, though a blush betrayed her composure. Her instincts screamed danger.
"Forget it, you guys can do whatever you want. I'll take my leave first."
Shiroyasha chickened out. Instantly.
They were still right there in the living room, and he was already molesting Canaria with zero shame. The air was getting thick with pheromones. Who knew? She might be next on the menu if she lingered. Her loli form was exactly his strike zone.
She couldn't beat Ren. It was a simple fact. If he decided to grab her, she would be powerless.
So, she didn't dare to stay a second longer.
She immediately utilized the Thirty-Six Stratagems: Fleeing is the best option.
Poof.
With a flash of solar light and a distortion of space, the White Night King vanished, retreating to the safety of her shop in Hakoniwa.
Ren chuckled at her hasty retreat. Then, his gaze turned to the blonde vampire standing quietly beside them.
Leticia Draculair stood frozen, her red eyes locked on Ren's hand as it played with Canaria. She looked like a statue, beautiful and still, waiting for a command.
"It's time to teach you what you should do for your master, Leticia."
Ren released Canaria slightly, but kept her within his orbit. He snapped his fingers.
The air warped. The reality of the living room dissolved, replaced by the intimate, dimly lit atmosphere of his private sanctuary.
...
[Location: Ren's Private Chambers]
The room was dimly lit by soft, ambient magic stones, casting long shadows against the velvet walls. The atmosphere was heavy with anticipation, thick enough to taste.
What should a servant do for their master?
This is a question worth pondering, a philosophical debate that often ended in physical service.
All Canaria could do was offer her best. She was currently kneeling on the plush carpet, her face flushed, her golden eyes hazy with a mixture of shame and desire.
"Master..." she whimpered softly, her hands resting on his thighs. She had already begun to attend to his needs, her strategist's mind focusing solely on pleasing the man who held her soul.
Besides her, Ren paid special attention to Leticia's fair, porcelain skin. The Vampire King stood rigid, her maid outfit pristine, her ribbon stark against her blonde hair.
"You're a vampire, right?" Ren asked, his voice low and commanding, breaking the silence of the room.
"Yes, I am a pure-blood vampire," Leticia replied, her posture rigid yet obedient. "The former Knight of Hakoniwa."
In the past, she was "Vlad the Impaler," the King of Vampires, a being of fear and nobility who commanded armies of the undead.
"I heard vampires drink blood to sustain themselves and gain power."
"Master, I am not an ordinary vampire, and I do not need blood to survive."
Leticia explained earnestly, her eyes wide. She seemed afraid Ren would misunderstand her needs or think her a burden who required human sacrifices. "I can sustain myself on spirit mass and ambient mana."
"Of course I know that," Ren chuckled, stepping closer. He reached out, his fingers tracing the line of her jaw. "I'm curious if vampires can absorb other things? Other types of... vital fluids."
"Master, you mean..."
Leticia's words paused. Her crimson eyes widened slightly as she followed his gaze downwards.
She saw the "Energy Bar" Ren had prepared for her.
It wasn't food. It wasn't blood. It was him.
Ren stood before her, the evidence of his desire fully awakened—a thick, vein-pulsing rod radiating pure, condensed Yang energy. The sheer vitality emanating from it was blinding to her supernatural senses. It pulsed with the power of a star, a concentrated life force that made her throat dry.
To a creature of the night, it was the ultimate nectar.
"Come and try absorbing the energy here," Ren ordered softly, guiding her head down with a gentle but firm pressure. "These are enough to further evolve your power, even your Spirit Status. It contains the laws of the Infinite Tree."
"Spirit Status evolution?"
Canaria, who was currently occupied with "other duties"—her mouth full as she worked diligently—lifted her head slightly. Her lips were glistening, her expression shocked.
He could even do something like this? Evolving a Spirit Status through... that?
Usually, raising Spirit Status required immense feats, legends, or the accumulation of faith over centuries. He was offering a shortcut through carnal pleasure?
But her shock only lasted a few seconds before turning into nervousness.
Ren began to continue "eating" the soup dumplings she had made available.
Or rather, he pushed her down gently. He buried his face between her legs, his tongue working skillfully against her most sensitive flower, tasting the nectar of the strategist.
"Ahhh~! Master...!"
Canaria arched her back, her fingers tangling in his hair. The sensation was electric, a wet, hot assault that melted her rationality. Her intellect shattered into a million pieces of pleasure.
"..."
Leticia was stunned for a moment, watching the scene of debauchery unfold. The sounds of wet friction and soft moans filled the room.
Then, she came back to her senses. The allure of the energy before her was too strong. Her vampire instincts were screaming at her to feed, to partake in this holy grail of vitality.
She walked straight forward, her knees hitting the soft carpet. She knelt beside Canaria, creating a tableau of blonde beauty and submission.
With a reverent expression, as if approaching an altar, Leticia opened her small mouth.
She leaned forward and began to "absorb" the energy bar Ren had given her.
Slurp.
She believed Ren's words.
If he said her Spirit Status would evolve, then she would drain every last drop of this divine power to make it happen. She would serve him, feed from him, and become the strongest knight for his sake.
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