Chapter 761: What is public execution? This is public execution! Toy Dog Eriri!
[Kushina: Ren-kun went to Misaka Mikoto's rescue, and there's been no news for a long time, right?]
[Vivi: Maybe he's still busy. Saving a world isn't exactly a five-minute job.]
[Aqua: Is that possible? With Ren-kun's monstrous power, what can't be solved instantly? He probably just punched the problem away!]
[Shiroyasha: Although I really want to say things like 'there are always people stronger than you, and there are always heavens beyond the sky'...]
[Shiroyasha: But if Misaka Mikoto's world is really only those Magic Gods as Ren-kun said, he could easily handle it with one hand. Why would it be so slow?]
[Tokisaki Kurumi: Oh my Ren-kun must be playing with Mikoto-san and the others. You know, the kind of 'playing' only men and women can do in private rooms with soundproofing]
[Rory Takakura: Hmm, probably... not. He has priorities.]
[Misaka Mikoto: Of course not!!! I'm resting! I'm purely resting!]
[Ren: Certainly not now, I've already left that world. But the playing is over, Mikoto. Very moist.]
[Misaka Mikoto: ???]
[Misaka Mikoto: Who—who told you to comment! Bastard! Don't say weird things in the public chat!]
[Ren: Tsk, calling me a bastard, are we? I think it's necessary to arrange another 24-hour private lesson for you, perhaps? I recall you quite enjoyed the 'electromagnetic massage'.]
"Eek!!!"
In her room at the Tokiwadai dormitory, Misaka Mikoto let out a strangled squeak, dropping her phone onto the plush carpet.
Hearing about the "24-hour private lesson," her body went instantly limp, her knees buckling as if she'd been hit by a stun gun.
A flood of memories washed over her—images she had tried desperately to repress. She remembered her own reflection in the mirror: disheveled hair, flushed skin, eyes hazy with pleasure, and a completely wanton expression she didn't know she was capable of making.
Even more mortifying, the Misaka Sisters had actually protected this memory signal layer by layer within the Misaka Network, holding it as a holy scripture or a high-value combat data file labeled "The Peak of Experience."
She wanted to die!
She super wanted to die!
"Onee-sama, what's wrong?"
Shirai Kuroko materialized beside her via teleportation, her face full of concern and curiosity.
Ever since her Onee-sama returned today, she had been different. It wasn't just the fatigue. She felt more radiant, her skin glowing with a strange vitality. Her aura was mature, and every movement was filled with an inadvertent, devastating charm that made Kuroko's heart palpitate.
"N-nothing! I'm going to the bathroom!"
Feeling a sudden, treacherous dampness between her legs at the mere memory of Ren's voice, Misaka Mikoto grabbed a change of clothes and sprinted into the bathroom, slamming the door behind her.
...
Inside the Chat Group.
[Silver Wolf: You're really fast. You took down Misaka Mikoto in one trip. Is Misaki Shokuhou next? Or maybe the Queen of Tokiwadai was part of a package deal?]
[Misaki Shokuhou: …]
[Silver Wolf: Oh, the person herself appeared. I get it. Silence is admission.]
[Ch'en: This… is quite direct.]
[Durandal: What are you talking about? I feel like I'm missing context.]
[Tsunade: It's better if you don't understand. Preserve your innocence while you can.]
[March 7th: Sigh, although I don't know what to say, I'm still very curious about what Ren did. Like, did he fight a dragon? Or save a princess?]
[Ren: Didn't do much.]
[Ren: Roughly, I sealed five Magic Gods, conquered four female Magic Gods to be my personal collection, took control of Academy City by killing the General Superintendent, and acquired over twenty thousand little wives.]
[March 7th: Eh???!!!]
[Ch'en: Is this 'didn't do much'? That sounds like a world conquest speedrun!]
[Bronya: Over twenty thousand little wives… The logistics alone would be a nightmare.]
[Shiroyasha: I want to hear! Elaborate, elaborate!!! Specifically about the 'conquered' part!]
[Misaka Mikoto: Ahhhhhhh! I knew he was still thinking about other Misaka Sisters! Damn him! He's a beast!]
[Erza: Why is she so agitated?]
[Misaki Shokuhou: Uh… you can understand the Misaka Sisters as Misaka Mikoto's clones. There are about 20,000 of them.]
[Erza: …That is a lot of sisters.]
[Kiana: It was mentioned before, but I didn't expect there to be so many. That's an army.]
[Shiroyasha: I'm more curious, Ren, can you handle all of them? 20,000 is a bit much even for a Demon Lord.]
[Ren: The Misaka Sisters are very convenient. They share a neural network called the Misaka Network that connects and co-senses everything. So, just taking down Mikoto alone allows the sensation to feedback to all 20,000 Sisters. Effectively, they all reach the peak collectively.]
[Shiroyasha: ??? There's such a trick! That's cheating! That's incredibly efficient!]
[Shinobu Kocho: This reminds me of my former sister… though the method is vastly different. It's very similar in principle.]
[Silvia: The world is full of wonders. And efficient harems, apparently.]
[Emma: Hmm, I feel like this is a very adult and embarrassing topic, isn't it? Should we be discussing this so openly?]
[Misaka Mikoto: Ahhhhhhh! Then let's not talk about it anymore! Stop talking! Someone ban him!]
Due to Mikoto's extreme embarrassment, which was practically radiating through the screen, the Chat Group mercifully dropped the topic, ceasing her public execution.
On the other side of the screen, in the darkened room of the Windowless Building, Misaki Shokuhou let out a big sigh of relief, collapsing back onto her pillows.
"Phew, that was dangerous."
Fortunately, Mikoto had attracted all the firepower with her tsundere outbursts. Not many people had focused on Misaki herself.
If they had dug deeper… The first time hadn't just been her. It had been a chaotic, beautiful mess involving several people, and even Dolly had joined in near the end.
Even the Queen of Tokiwadai found the shame unbearable when she thought about how uninhibited she had been.
...
It hadn't been two days since Ren returned from Academy City.
Life in his main residence was peaceful, but a rather peculiar question arose—at least, it was interesting to the observers.
"Ren-kun, the new semester is about to start. Do we still need to go to school?"
In the expansive living room, Kasumigaoka Utaha, along with the other students from the comprehensive academy, gathered around him.
The sunlight streamed in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, illuminating a scene that would make any man jealous.
Kitagawa Marin, dressed in a casual oversized shirt that barely covered her shorts, sat on the armrest of his chair. She tilted her head, her ruby eyes full of curiosity. "We're really strong now. Like, superpower strong. Why bother with high school math?"
Kaguya Shinomiya sat gracefully on the opposite sofa, crossing her arms over her chest. "That's a fact. If I don't need to continue at school, I'll resign from my Student Council duties. Dealing with the paperwork is inefficient when I could be managing your territory."
"Oh, oh, me too! Me too!"
Fujiwara Chika raised her hand enthusiastically, the ribbon on her head bouncing. She had the same idea.
It didn't matter where she was. After all, this house was paradise. There were always people here to play board games, video games, or engage in "night games" with her.
It was indeed the right decision to tell her strict political family she was "studying abroad" and move out a while ago.
Ren scanned the group, his gaze lingering on each of their faces. He could hear the subtle hum of their thoughts.
"I hear from some of your heart's voices that you still want to experience the last of your school days."
The Nakano Quintuplets—Ichika, Nino, Miku, Yotsuba, and Itsuki—exchanged glances. A silent communication passed between the sisters before Miku spoke up, clutching her headphones.
"Although we were stupid at studying before… now that our brains have been enhanced by your power, we want to achieve some decent results. Just to finish what we started."
"Sorry, my friend Hana is still at school."
Yotsuya Miko raised her hand timidly, scratching her cheek. "I can't just leave her alone with all those ghosts."
They all had their reasons to return. For normalcy, for closure, or for friends.
"Is that the Hana Yurikawa you mentioned? The one whose chest can rival Chika's?"
Adashino Benio, the exorcist from Kyoto, asked curiously, her eyes drifting to Chika's formidable assets.
"Eh? Why use mine as an example!"
Chika crossed her arms defensively, her cheeks puffing out like a chipmunk. She flushed a deep crimson. "Don't objectify me! I have brains too! I'm a Love Detective!"
Even she would feel shy being used as a unit of measurement in front of everyone.
Kaguya Shinomiya snorted, sipping her tea. "Who told you to be the cancer of the Earth? Your chaotic energy brings this upon yourself."
Not far away, Sawamura Spencer Eriri watched the interaction with a very envious gaze.
She sat on the plush carpet, sketching on a tablet, but her focus was entirely on Ren.
Although she could easily change her body shape using the magical energy Ren had gifted her—she could have curves that rivaled Utaha or Chika—she refused.
She still insisted on facing Ren in her most original state.
Even if she could only let Ren suck on a tiny little mound that barely filled his palm.
Anyway, like everyone else here, she wanted to attract Ren with her own unique characteristics. She disdained using abilities to change herself into some generic ideal. Her twin-tails, her petite frame, her snarky attitude—that was Eriri.
Because everyone knew very well that no matter what, Ren liked them as they were originally. He cherished every variation.
And that guy was simply a wolf among wolves, a glutton who never got tired of eating.
Like herself.
She recalled the events of yesterday with a shiver that was half-shame, half-pleasure.
One day, she was "high-motored" in a kneeling position for at least 24 hours. Ren had been relentless, using her small frame in ways that defied physics and endurance.
As Sayuri had teased her mercilessly afterwards: "My Eriri was like a little toy dog lying on the floor that day, tongue out and everything."
Fortunately, Eriri was much more durable than a toy. Her stamina, boosted by her bond with Ren, was infinite. She couldn't be broken.
But being called a "toy dog"...
Eriri bit her lip, her eyes locking with Ren's across the room. He winked.
Her face exploded into red, and she buried her face in her tablet, her twin-tails twitching. Stupid Ren!
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