Late at night, in the cramped master bedroom.
"Mm… slower. You're too fast."
Ayame bit her lip, eyes hazy and unfocused, her snow-white body rising and falling as though she were riding a roller coaster.
Large hands held her slender waist in a firm grip. Her soft, proud curves bounced like pale dough being kneaded, as if she meant to "swing" the best noodles for Ryuji beneath her. But the springiness was too strong, and all she managed was a round, bobbing wobble.
Between the white valleys, a little pink butterfly fluttered as a thin, steady drizzle fell. The "baguette", stacked with fire-element and hardening buffs, chased that butterfly, vowing to shoot it down into the valley.
But the pink butterfly was unbelievably nimble, wings beating as it dodged, and the baguette simply couldn't finish it.
"Haah…"
By Ayame's ear, the Valkyries' riding war song rang out, stoking her morale.
In that moment, she was like a master butterfly tamer, guiding the little butterfly to fend off the baguette's assault.
Mumei stared at Ayame in shock.
Ayame looked like a Valkyrie on horseback, bouncing with the fierce steed beneath her as she fought across the battlefield. Yet no matter how brave she was, no matter how agile the butterfly she controlled, no matter how fiercely it resisted the baguette's invasion… in the end, repeated torrential downpours soaked the butterfly's wings until it could no longer dance freely within the valley.
Finally, beneath the baguette's finishing move — "Cream Puff Cannon" — the butterfly, having lost the ability to fly, fluttered its wings twice… and, shamefully lured by the sweet cream puff, raised the silky white flag of surrender.
Outside the master bedroom door, two pairs of eyes — one aquamarine, one chestnut — watched in stunned disbelief as Ayame collapsed on Ryuji after her defeat, and the baguette stood as the victor of this "war".
Kajika and Yukina exchanged a look, each seeing the same shock in the other's eyes.
So strong. So… big. The same thought ran through both their minds.
"Hey! You damn womanizer, you pervert — don't come over here!"
Suddenly, Mumei's unruly shout rang out in the room.
The two outside jolted and looked again — only to see Ryuji holding Mumei up by both legs. Her short kimono skirt was rolled up, exposing a perfect V of long, straight thighs.
"Hmph. You brat — your mouth says no, so why are you making it rain?" Ryuji lowered his head and tasted the "rain".
Mm. A little sticky, a little sweet, carrying the scent of summer flowers.
And Mumei, like an upside-down woman on a cross, was pinned to an "air crucifix"… except the baguette was pressed into her mouth.
At the doorway, the two onlookers swallowed at the same time, genuinely wondering if Mumei had been nailed to death on that invisible cross.
Luckily, Mumei struggled twice, proving she was still alive.
Maybe because of the buffs, Mumei not only avoided death — she even reached out, gripped the baguette with both hands, and pulled it out herself, shaking her head as she resisted Ryuji's tyranny.
"Weren't you acting tough? Cursing and all? I'm going to make you so thirsty you won't be able to say a single word!"
Faced with a rebel, Ryuji naturally handed down harsh punishment. He lowered his head, drank the rain dry, and began searching for the source.
Crossing a high mountain, he finally found the culprit behind the downpour. It was a butterfly with very small wings — unable to fly, it could only wriggle across the flower fields in the valley.
And wherever it crawled, it left behind little trails of "rain", nourishing the valley's flowers.
"Hehe… found you." Ryuji grinned and bit down.
Packed with protein — he couldn't get enough.
Outside, Kajika and Yukina watched a clear spring of water shoot high into the air, splashing against the ceiling nearly three meters up.
Mumei went limp on the bed like cooked noodles.
After that, she charged back into battle like a general, straddling Ryuji and barking orders as if she owned the place. Her momentum was no weaker than Ayame's. Thanks to her constitution, she almost matched the baguette blow for blow.
But in the end, just like her fallen companion, she was cut down from her "horse" like a captured prisoner… and shamefully raised a silky white flag.
After witnessing two fierce "battles", the two peepers at the door were excited too, waving their hands and crying until their tears pooled into two puddles on the floor.
In a daze, Kajika and Yukina seemed to be grabbed — one in each hand — and tossed inside. In the end, the two of them were forced to become Valkyries on the battlefield as well, only to be defeated by Ryuji and, shamefully, raise their silky white flags.
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The next day, Ryuji looked up at an unfamiliar ceiling again.
He glanced around. Each of his arms was being used as a pillow. Ayame and Yukina slept sweetly on either side, while Mumei lay sprawled across his chest, apparently dreaming of something tasty, drool leaking from the corner of her mouth.
"Hm? Where's Kajika?"
Suddenly, Ryuji felt a sucking sensation on the "baguette", the hero of last night's buffs.
He lifted his head.
Good lord — Kajika was holding it like an ice pop, licking and sucking away. No wonder the baguette's buff refused to fade even after he fell asleep. Turns out she'd been "stacking buffs" up front the whole time.
There was only one way to deal with that.
Morning training — activate!
"Yah!" ×4
The Valkyries' riding war song rang out again. "Rain", "cream puffs", and "butterflies" filled the master bedroom.
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"Mmh… baby… you have to hurry up and be born…"
Shino let out a helpless sigh and pulled her hand out of the purple panties Ryuji had given her. She blinked her tired, dark‑ringed eyes, unable to hold on any longer, and gradually fell asleep.
As for the two little girls, maybe it was the first time they'd slept in such a comfortable bed. They slept soundly all night.
Bzz! Bzz Bzz!
Ryuji was woken by buzzing outside. He got up, got dressed, and looked back.
Ayame lay limp on the bed. Her perky hips, as if she'd been spanked, were faintly red.
Kajika and Mumei lay on Ayame's back, their small, pale hips stacked with Ayame's and Kajika's round, fair curves into a little "tower" — like a three‑layer cream mille‑crepe cake being pressed from above. White "cream puffs" slowly oozed out, slid down, and gathered together, looking strangely… appetizing.
Yukina lay on the bed with lifeless eyes, sprawled in a starfish shape. Beads of sweat clung to her slightly wheat‑colored skin. The firm muscles in her limbs and abdomen twitched now and then, showing just how intense the "exercise" had been.
Ryuji forced himself to suppress the urge for another round and hurried out of the master bedroom.
"It's the Hunters!"
"Long live the Liberator!"
Amid cheers and applause, a bronze‑colored armored train rolled into Shitori Station.
"It's Lord Biba!"
To the crowd's cheers, Biba Amatori — red‑haired, a saber at his waist — stepped off the armored train with his men.
"Lord Biba, the Shogun's son, right? I am Kenshō Yomogawa, head of the Yomogawa family."
Biba paused mid‑step. At the words "the Shogun's son", his brows knit almost imperceptibly.
"Yomogawa? That's the Elder Council's…"
Kenshō: "Yes. I'm the cousin of the Elder Council's station governor, Makino Michika."
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Bzz Bzz!!
After Ryuji and the women finished breakfast, the buzzing sounded outside again.
"What's going on? That's twice already today." Ayame said, puzzled, peering out the window.
"Maybe it's a Kabane invasion." Mumei said, rubbing her belly — she'd eaten a little too much.
Ryuji sat beside her. A grain of rice clung to the moist corner of her mouth, so he reached out, picked it off, and popped it into his own mouth. Maybe because it came from her lips, even the rice carried a faint, girlish fragrance.
Mumei blushed and glared at him.
"If it really is Kabane, I want to kill a few more to raise my level. There are a couple skills in the Fighter skill library I'm pretty interested in." Yukina said, clenching her fist. Her arms were slim, but her muscle lines were clearly defined.
"Ugh… I-I'll just hang back and support…" Kajika said, covering her mouth and patting her chest. She'd eaten the most out of everyone — yeah, during morning training.
Even though she didn't dare face Kabane head‑on, she still wanted to help, so she chose the Battle Formation Master class to buff Mumei and the others from the back.
Shino and the two little girls listened in a fog, with no idea what they were talking about.
Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!
The alarm bell for a Kabane invasion rang throughout Shitori Station. Biba immediately led his people aboard the armored train and, under the astonished gaze of the samurai on the walls, took the initiative to go out and meet the Kabane.
Inside the manor at the very center of Shitori Station.
"Luring Kabane here and putting the people in danger — what kind of plan is that?"
The station's handler glared angrily at the monkey‑faced, middle‑aged man holding a long, smoking pipe.
"Relax. The Hunters will handle it. The Liberator will also head to the battlefield — and then, taking advantage of the opportunity…"
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