In the heart of bustling London, amidst the throngs of pedestrians and the roar of vehicles, Ren remained completely unaware of the inner turmoil involving him in another part of the world. He never suspected that in Japan, two of his five quintuplet sisters-in-law – the quiet Miku and the cheerful Yotsuba – were making him the object of their hidden sexual fantasies.
Had he been aware of it, his reaction might have differed for each woman.
For Miku, Ren might have been tempted. The shy girl, now grown into a young woman, was still a virgin. With his scumbag nature, Ren would have gladly accepted his sister-in-law's virginity, even though Miku was the older sister of Itsuki, his pregnant girlfriend. For him, it would have been a fun little game, especially since Miku had never been touched by another man.
However, Yotsuba? That was another story.
Ren suffered from a mild case of mysophobia, a fear of dirt or things he considered "tainted." For most men, MILFs—married women—held a certain allure because of the tempting sense of immorality in conquering them.
But Ren was different. He had a firm principle: only virgin women were worthy of his touch. Women who were already "used" by other men, like Yotsuba who was married to Fuutarou, would never enter his radar. For him, this wasn't a matter of morality in the conventional sense, but a personal principle he held steadfastly.
This afternoon, Ren didn't speed across London using Godspeed. He chose to walk, enjoying the city's atmosphere, which still felt foreign and interesting to him. The gray London sky lent a melancholic touch to the historic buildings and neatly arranged parks.
After all, he had exploited the Holy Grail in London until its magical energy was almost depleted. His main mission was complete, and now it was time to return to Japan. His plan was to leave London tonight.
Since Hayasaka was diligently focused on studying magic at their London base, Ren didn't bother her to accompany him on his walk. He enjoyed his solitude, strolling like an ordinary tourist admiring London's famous landmarks.
He paused briefly in front of Buckingham Palace, observing the guards in their distinctive red uniforms. Then, he walked along the banks of the River Thames, enjoying the view of the London Eye and the towering skyscrapers in the distance.
"London… a city full of history." He muttered to himself, his voice almost drowned out by the honking of cars and the chatter of people around him.
"But I prefer Tokyo. Itsuki, who will give birth to our child next month, and Masha, who is in the early stages of pregnancy, are there. I miss them so much… or rather, their bodies."
Ren chuckled softly, his thoughts drifting to the two women who belonged to him.
"I really want to drink Itsuki's breast milk again. And Masha… I wonder when her breasts will start producing milk? Will it taste different from Itsuki's?" He murmured to himself, a mischievous smile appearing on his face.
With his depraved nature, Ren's longing for Itsuki and Masha was driven more by physical desire than deep emotion. For him, both women were the satisfaction of his sexual urges, and his imagination of their bodies made his steps feel lighter.
"Hmm~... Hmm~... Hmm~..."
Ren continued his stroll, humming to himself, passing street vendors selling souvenirs and snacks. However, he only smiled faintly and kept walking.
His mind was busy imagining Itsuki—her breasts swollen with pregnancy, her soft skin, and the embarrassed expression that would surely appear when he, as her homeroom teacher, teased her student whom she was supposed to educate. Then there was Masha, the woman he had just gotten pregnant, with her still slender body beginning to show signs of pregnancy.
"It's getting late. Let's go back."
After a satisfying sightseeing trip, Ren decided to return to the Silver Dusk Palace. He didn't use Godspeed this time, but instead chose to take a taxi so he could enjoy the London scenery a little longer.
He waved at a typical black cab, then got inside.
"To Greenwich." He said briefly to the driver, who simply nodded without saying much.
*VROOM!*
The taxi drove slowly through the crowded streets, passing old buildings and small parks that dotted the city. The journey felt boring to Ren—only the sound of the engine and occasional honking filled the silence—but he didn't mind.
The taxi finally arrived in the Greenwich area, a quieter district with rows of luxurious houses and leafy trees. Ren paid the driver with a few pounds, then stepped out.
The evening air felt cool on his skin, and he was just about to step towards the Silver Dusk Palace when he suddenly sensed something. A very unusual aura crept into his senses—dense magical energy, mixed with a terrifying aura, approaching rapidly.
"This aura… It's the same kind as me." He murmured, his gaze instantly sharpening.
However, instead of tension, a smile appeared on his face. He turned around, and in the distance, the figure surrounded by magical energy finally became clear.
A blonde-haired young man stood there, probably in his early twenties—only a few years older than Ren. His clothes were simple, but he carried a long box slung over his shoulder, shaped like a baseball bat case.
The young man walked closer casually, but the aura he exuded was anything but ordinary.
"Yo! You must be the Seventh Campione! I've met Godou, so I know it's definitely you. I can feel we're the same kind." He called out in a cheerful tone.
Ren looked at him with a slightly raised eyebrow. The young man seemed too lazy to introduce himself formally. "Just call me Doni. It's a hassle to get acquainted."
Doni grinned widely, but his eyes didn't smile. Behind his relaxed demeanor, there was a burning fighting spirit, like a fire ready to devour anything in front of it.
Ren simply nodded slightly, then replied, "Alright. You can call me Ren."
Not one for beating around the bush, Doni went straight to the point with a tone that sounded too casual for such a serious topic.
"Let's fight, Ren! I want to know how strong you are."
How could Ren refuse? His eyes lit up, and he smiled broadly.
"Alright, I accept your challenge." His tone was full of enthusiasm.
"Good! You agreed right away, unlike Godou who refused, so I had to force him to fight me!"
Doni seemed overjoyed to hear that, almost like a child who had just received a new toy.
*BUZZ!*
*BUZZ!*
At the same time, the magical energy from both men surged, flowing out of their bodies like a turbulent ocean.
The air around Greenwich vibrated, the leaves on the trees swayed without wind, and several birds flew away in fright. However, before the situation became more chaotic, Alice appeared between them.
"Both Kings, please refrain from your battle. Think of the people around here. A fight between two Campione will cause great damage to the environment. I beg you, consider carefully."
Alice knew very well the consequences of such a duel. Even if one of them lost quickly, the impact would still be devastating. London was her territory, she had to find a way to stop them. The worst thing that could happen was irreparable damage, and her job was to minimize that as much as possible.