Chapter 855: I Just Wanted to Give Mrs. Nishimiya, Yuzuru, and Shoko a Home, What Did I Do Wrong?
The Yamai twins stood shoulder-to-shoulder, their identical faces set in matching expressions of skepticism. Neither Kaguya nor Yuzuru could ever agree on who was the older sister, but right now, their united front was directed entirely at Tokisaki Kurumi.
Facing their joint interrogation, the worst Spirit remained perfectly composed, a faint, elegant smile playing on her lips.
Before Kurumi could even part her lips to reply, Honjo Nia leaned back in her chair and waved a lazy hand. "You two are way too impatient."
Kaguya arched a delicate eyebrow, crossing her arms beneath her chest. "It is not a matter of impatience, Nia. It is simply that we have yet to see a single shred of evidence to guarantee her claims."
Beside her, Yuzuru nodded in perfect synchronization. "Agreement. Exactly. You have painted many beautiful pictures for us, Kurumi, but so far, what do we have? Aside from the fact that we aren't causing spatial tremors inside this cage, what else is there?"
To the twins, there was no tangible method in sight that could truly alter their fates.
"Oh?" Kurumi tilted her head, her heterochromatic eyes—one crimson, the other a golden clock face—sweeping slowly over the gathered Spirits. "You think this place is a cage?"
The heavy silence in the room was answer enough. It was clear they all shared that exact sentiment.
"It seems so," Kurumi murmured, not the least bit annoyed by their lack of faith.
Her primary objective in gathering all these Spirits in one place was simply to fulfill her promise to Ren. Naturally, that didn't mean the other girls' wishes would go unanswered. It was a mutually beneficial arrangement.
"Alright," Kurumi sighed softly, her smile widening into something a little more wicked. "Since you are all so terribly eager, I suppose I can put in a little effort."
She opened the Doomsday Chat Group interface in her mind, her fingers tapping against the invisible screen. With the sheer number of Spirits she had collected, they practically had a full set of Dragon Balls. Summoning their personal 'Dragon God' shouldn't be a problem at all.
Across the dimensional divide, Ren finally returned to his own villa.
He didn't spot Rikka's eccentric circle of friends hanging around the living room today. However, the moment his boots hit the floorboards, Marin Kitagawa and the others ambushed him, dragging him away before he could even take off his coat.
How could he even describe the sheer ferocity of his welcoming committee? After a few days apart, the girls were absolutely insatiable.
In any normal scenario, a single man facing down a legion of beautiful, super-powered women would be drained dry—sucked clean like a vacuum until he begged for mercy. But the reality of the situation was entirely inverted. Ren was a human pile driver, an unstoppable force of nature with stamina that defied the laws of physics. No matter how hard they tried, they couldn't defeat him.
From the moment the 'war' began in the bedroom, the girls employed a relentless rotation strategy. The second one tapped out, another took her place. Yet, when the dust finally settled, the undisputed victor standing atop the mountain of defeated beauties was still Ren.
Surrounded by a sea of tangled white sheets and flushed, exhausted bodies, Ren ran a hand through his hair.
"I'm sorry," he murmured gently, his voice rumbling in the quiet room. "I've been busy jumping between other worlds lately. I haven't had the time to properly take care of you all, and I let you accumulate so much pent-up frustration."
It wasn't just the girls in the villa, either. Even Echidna, Yanling Ji, and the others residing within his Infinite Realm hadn't missed out on the grand reunion.
Now, the aftermath looked like a beautiful battlefield. Girls were resting everywhere across the sprawling villa, lying crisscrossed over sofas, carpets, and oversized beds. If an outsider were to walk in right now, the sheer scale of the scene would likely give them a heart attack. Nao Hayasaka and the older women had all blissfully enjoyed themselves to the absolute limit, their faces glowing with deep satisfaction.
But for the only woman in the house who hadn't yet established that kind of 'deep' relationship with him, the atmosphere was suffocatingly awkward.
Ren glanced down at the two sisters resting against his sides. "Yuzuru, Shoko. Let's go see Mrs. Nishimiya together."
"Ah?" Yuzuru blinked, her breath hitching. "N-Now...?"
The two sisters exchanged a hesitant look.
"Of course, now." Ren flashed a mysterious, predatory smile. There was no better time than the present. "Let's go."
He wrapped his arms around their slender, perfectly graspable waists and effortlessly stood up from the tangle of limbs.
"Wait, our clothes—!" Shoko squeaked, her hands fluttering.
"No need!"
With a flash of spatial energy, the three of them vanished from the room.
Not far away, in a quiet lounge area claimed by the older women, Sayuri Sawamura wore a very peculiar expression. She took a slow sip of her tea. "I don't think Yaeko is going to be able to escape this time."
The other wives—Koyomi, Miyuki, and Kie—exchanged knowing glances and nodded in deep understanding. If nothing unexpected happened, their little club was about to gain a brand-new member by the end of the day.
Ever since Ren had returned, an unmatched, devastating war of passion had broken out across the villa. Nishimiya Yaeko felt entirely out of place. In every corner of the massive house—and occasionally even out in the gardens—there were figures engaged in intense, vocal 'combat'.
Unable to cope, Yaeko had locked herself inside her bedroom. She didn't dare step a single foot out into the hallway, utterly terrified of what explicit sights she might stumble upon.
However, even behind a locked solid oak door, the muffled sounds of the ongoing skirmishes echoed day after day, practically never ceasing. She was genuinely shocked. Was Ren actually human? At this point, neither he nor the girls surrounding him could be described by such a mundane term. Even her own daughters now possessed incredibly powerful, superhuman strength.
Yaeko herself had benefited from his miracles, gaining a perfectly youthful body and the promise of eternal life. Yet, that very same youth was currently the source of her greatest distress. A younger, energized body meant that the dormant fire in her belly ignited far too easily. To make matters worse, she had been deprived of that kind of intimate experience for a very, very long time.
Listening to those scandalous, breathy sounds transmitting through the walls day after day, her willpower had finally snapped. She couldn't help but seek her own relief.
Just like right now.
Approaching the crucial peak, Yaeko's muscles pulled taut. Her breath came in hot, ragged gasps as she hovered right on the edge, about to welcome the crashing wave of release.
But just as she pushed herself over the precipice, the air in her locked bedroom suddenly warped.
A sharp gasp from Yuzuru.
A startled squeak from Shoko.
The abrupt spatial disturbance startled Yaeko so badly her heart nearly stopped, but her trembling hand didn't freeze in time. She snapped her head toward the center of the room.
Four pairs of eyes locked onto each other.
Ren stood there, completely unbothered, looking down at her highly compromising position with deep, unapologetic interest. A wicked smile curled his lips as he offered a casual greeting. "Good afternoon, Mrs. Nishimiya. Yuzuru and Shoko mentioned they really wanted to see you."
Yaeko's pupils dilated to the size of saucers.
The sheer shock of the intrusion, combined with the intense physical stimulation, shattered the last of her control. She instantly released everything, her body shuddering violently as a high, strangled cry tore from her throat.
A second later, mortification crashed down on her like an anvil. She frantically scrambled backward against the headboard, her voice cracking as she shrieked, "Y-You two! Get out!"
Yuzuru and Shoko immediately ducked their heads, their faces burning with a blush so fierce it reached the tips of their ears. Seeing their usually strict and composed mother in such a raw, desperate state left them completely at a loss. The only coherent thought floating through their flustered minds was that their mother currently looked exactly like Aunt Kie and the other older women did when Ren was finished with them.
The two sisters hesitated, shifting their weight, debating whether they should just pretend they hadn't seen anything and flee the room.
However, Ren had already released his grip on their waists. Under Yaeko's wide, stunned gaze, he closed the distance to the bed with slow, confident strides.
"Mrs. Nishimiya," Ren purred, his voice dropping an octave. "I've been keeping an eye on you these past few days. This isn't the first time you've done this, is it?"
Yaeko whipped her head away, completely unable to meet his gaze. She couldn't even try to explain herself. Ren was absolutely right, and given his god-like abilities, she had no doubt he could see through walls if he wanted to.
Pulling her knees tightly to her chest and squeezing her legs together, Yaeko desperately tried to conceal her flushed, trembling body. She forced a glare, feigning maternal anger to mask her overwhelming shame. "T-This is my private business, Ren-kun! Peeping on a woman like this is wrong!"
"Of course. I am well aware that peeping is a shameful act," Ren agreed smoothly. He was already sitting on the edge of her mattress.
He reached out, his large, calloused hand covering hers. A sudden, burning heat radiated from his palm, sinking directly into her skin. Yaeko's shoulders trembled at the contact, a fresh wave of sensitivity washing over her.
Yet, despite her harsh words, she made absolutely no move to push him away.
Ren smiled knowingly, reading her body language perfectly. He slid his right hand up, his fingers gently but firmly gripping her smooth chin, forcing her to look at him.
"Yaeko," he murmured softly, the teasing edge vanishing from his tone, replaced by a heavy, magnetic sincerity. "I came in here today with only one purpose."
Her breath hitched.
"I want to give you, Yuzuru, and Shoko a complete home."
Before she could even process the weight of those words, he leaned in and captured her lips in a deep, demanding kiss.
Yaeko's eyes flew wide open. His declaration echoed like a thunderclap in her mind.
A... complete home.
A sharp hiss of breath escaped her as the kiss deepened, melting the last of her resistance into a puddle of liquid heat.
Behind them, Yuzuru let out another sharp gasp, while Shoko quickly covered her face with both hands—though she left her fingers spread wide enough to peek through. Under the watchful eyes of her two daughters, Nishimiya Yaeko surrendered entirely, her arms sliding up to wrap tightly around Ren's neck.
After a long, breathless moment, they finally parted.
Ren looked down at the fiercely blushing Yaeko, who slowly straightened her back, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath.
Smiling, he brushed a stray lock of hair from her sweat-dampened cheek. "Yaeko, you are the only woman in this entire house who hasn't eaten her fill yet. Would you like to try it for yourself?"
Yaeko's face burned an even deeper shade of crimson. She didn't utter a single word in reply. Instead, she expressed her answer through far more practical means, lowering her head and shifting her position to take the initiative.
Ren nodded in deep satisfaction. Without missing a beat, he turned his head and gestured toward the two stunned girls still hovering near the foot of the bed.
"Don't just stand there," he chuckled, his eyes gleaming with wicked intent. "We're a family now. We need to make sure we communicate properly."
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