Ran recognized what it was at once, and the realization struck her like cold water. Caught by Ryuji in the act, she felt a panic flare up that made her want to run, to hide, to pretend she had seen nothing at all.
But impulse rooted her to the spot. She stared, dumbfounded, at the wet strand that still connected the puddle on the floor to her own body, and then, without meaning to, she sank to her knees.
Her head was a jumble of thoughts.
Shame flooded her for feeling something so unseemly. At the same time, an impossible, guilty little want flickered: part of her wondered what Ryuji would do now that he knew. The thought both terrified and thrilled her.
Those contradictory feelings gnawed at her, and for a moment she felt smaller than she had ever felt like some cheap, unworthy thing. That flash of self-disgust only fed her confusion, until she could no longer tell whether she should flee or stay, confess or pretend ignorance.
Ran's chest rose and fell quickly, her mind caught in a storm.
Why… why don't I ever feel this way with Shinichi?
The thought clawed at her. She didn't understand why. She didn't know why her body betrayed her now, why her heart raced so violently, why she couldn't bring herself to leave. It was as though she had become someone else entirely.
At that moment, the door creaked. Ryuji pushed it open, stepping outside. His gaze fell on Ran sitting frozen on the floor, her eyes locked downward at the faint trace of moisture on the ground.
He scratched the back of his head with a wry expression. He really had slipped up; in his impatience, he hadn't even noticed the door hadn't closed properly.
The truth was, after the past few days of forced abstinence from sex had left Ryuji restless and impatient. When he finally found himself alone with Shizuko, he made no effort to hide his urgency or desire, showing her no mercy.
He wanted her to feel him, to truly tighten around his cock, so he fucked her from behind. He had shown no patience, pushing her harder than he intended, letting instinct take over.
But what he hadn't expected… was Ran would peek at him.
Not only had she been there to witness everything she had watched long enough to lose herself in it that she reached her climax.
That was strange.
Ryuji looked down at Ran, her cheeks flushed, her head bowed in shame. Slowly, he stepped closer, lifting her chin so she couldn't look away. Her eyes shimmered with unshed tears, but beneath that fragility burned a desire she could no longer hide.
In the silver light of the moon, Ran looked breathtaking her eyes glimmering like rippling water, her lips trembling with words she couldn't say. The sight stirred a mischievous urge in him.
"Well now, Miss Ran Mouri… what exactly are you doing here?"
His teasing tone made her chest tighten. As his face drew closer, Ran's courage failed her she squeezed her eyes shut, unable to meet his gaze.
But Ryuji held her firmly by the chin, refusing to let her escape. She was forced to open her eyes again, staring into his face, into the body before her... sculpted, unyielding, that looked like a Greek sculpted.
And then she saw—
He hadn't bothered to put on clothes.
"I.... I..."
The shock hit her all at once. Her pale face flushed crimson in an instant, her thoughts short-circuiting. The shame was too much. Her eyes rolled back, and before she realized it, she fainted.
Ryuji blinked in surprise, caught off guard. He couldn't believe this same girl who had just reached her orgasm simply by watching the live sex show between him and Shizuko could collapse over something so small.
"And wasn't Ran, in the original story… not supposed to have this kind of… well, this sort of lustful personality?"
With a sigh, he scooped her up. His hand inevitably brushed against the smooth, toned line of her thighs.
He couldn't help but notice. Ran's legs, trained by years of karate, were firm yet elegant—better, in his eyes, than Shizuko's shorter frame. Not overly lush like Mai Shiranui, nor too slender like Rin Tohsaka. Instead, Ran's body struck the perfect balance slim yet strong, graceful yet powerful.
"Not bad at all," he murmured. "Though… the breasts could use some work."
Looking at the girl's breasts, which were not small but couldn't be compared with her mother's, he couldn't help but shake his head.
Truth be told, if pure physical enjoyment was the goal, her mother Eri Kisaki would be the far more alluring partner.
Married women could usually endure longer, and they were better at adjusting themselves to match their partner's pace. A woman who hadn't had sex for more than a decade would inevitably have a pent-up, almost feral kind of desire, and her response would always carry that raw, practiced wildness.
Still, Ran had her own appeal.
Shizuko, however, was different. She was just as passionate and unrestrained, but as a pampered heiress she wanted Ryuji to be rough, to let her indulge without holding back. She was the type who wanted to be taken, to savor every moment without caring about anything else.
Honestly, if Ryuji hadn't possessed strength and stamina far beyond that of ordinary men, he doubted any regular man could have satisfied someone like her. A short session might have been fine, but long-term? If she were paired with someone spineless and unimpressive, she'd probably kick him out of her life without hesitation.
Shizuko wasn't the kind of woman who would cheat, but she would definitely abandon a man who couldn't keep up with her.
Fortunately, Ryuji was no ordinary man. He was extraordinary, wielding terrifying power and resources. No matter how influential the Imamura family might be as a zaibatsu, it meant little to him he had countless ways to make Shizuko submit to him.
Still, he had to admit, this girl was insatiable…
Carrying Ran Mouri inside the room, Ryuji caught sight of Shizuko already awake. She was cupping one breast with one hand, while the other toyed between her still-messy thighs. By the time he laid Ran on the sofa, Shizuko had turned her body toward him. She scooped some of the white, sticky fluid from her pussy, glanced at him, and smiling playfully slipped her glistening fingers into her mouth.
The strange taste made her frown at first, but as soon as she noticed Ryuji's raised brow, a peculiar thrill ran through her. She smiled, tongue flicking as she teased herself with the taste, before strange smile soon spread across her lips and she made a comment
"Mmm… it's not exactly delicious… but why does it feel so addictive?"
She rolled the thick liquid around her tongue carefully. The flavor wasn't pleasant, not really, yet Shizuko couldn't deny a strange craving to swallow more of it as though it were something irresistibly good.
Ryuji could only sigh. His blood hadn't been "normal" for a long time. His cells were hardened, brimming with tremendous energy, and everything his body produced carried some trace of that power.
It was inevitable just like how blood energy, mana, or chakra would leak from a strong body once its reserves overflowed. Even if he wasn't actively using his power, excess energy would naturally seep out, often into things he touched or produced.
That was why even something as mundane as his "milk" contained a faint trace of his blood energy. And naturally, Shizuko's body craved it. To her, swallowing it was like absorbing a fragment of his vitality. For now it would only refresh her, but with consistent intake and proper training, her physical condition would improve faster than normal.
Still, it would never make her surpass the human limit. To her, his essence was nothing more than a kind of high-grade, easily absorbed nourishment that her body couldn't help but crave.
"If you want more, how about another taste?"
Ryuji chuckled as he walked toward her.
But Shizuko instinctively wrapped her arms around herself. Though Ryuji had healed her body, her mind was still exhausted. She had no energy left for another round, and the moment he closed in, she realized she might have gone too far with her teasing.
"Who... who knew you could still keep going?!"
Her eyes widened at the sight of his cock, already hard again. The pleasure had been undeniable, but now she was genuinely afraid. For the first time she understood why he'd openly declared his intention to build a harem.
With that kind of drive, what woman could possibly satisfy him alone?
She'd seen her share of adult films, and none of them showed men who could last thirty minutes straight without using any drugs let alone two relentless hours. Yet here he was, all natural.
She shook her head frantically. "N-no way! Not now! I… I can't!"
At least for today, she didn't dare tempt fate again. Even though she wanted him, the fear of being ruined of having nothing left in her head but this pleasure kept her from giving in.
So she quickly pointed at Ran.
"L-look, I don't mind you being with other women! Why not her? Her legs and ass are great, aren't they? Ran Mouri's gorgeous! And since she was spying on us and dripping wet already, she clearly wants it too! You can just go to her she's slutty enough, nothing bad will happen!"
But before she could finish, Ryuji seized her wrist, smiling faintly as he laid down his rule.
"Tonight was your first time. How could I possibly look for another women?"
Shizuko nearly burst into tears. She thought his words were ridiculously old-fashioned, but strangely… they made her happy. Happy enough that her resistance softened, even as her rational mind screamed at her.
"A-anyway, not down there! I can't… it still hurts!"
Her body still throbbed with pain, still quivered from aftershocks.
"Then…"
His fingers brushed over the curve of her ass, instantly making her recall the pounding from before, making her even more flustered.
"J-just… just use my mouth instead…"
Shizuko bit her lip. She was genuinely afraid that if Ryuji kept thrusting, he might decide to "go back to the proper place." At the same time, there was an inexplicable craving inside her... she wanted to taste him, to swallow him whole. Drawing a deep breath, she let Ryuji guide her, opened her mouth, and took his thick shaft into her mouth.
Her movements were clumsy, awkward at first, but the wet warmth of her tongue and the timid suction pleased him all the same. Ryuji closed his eyes with a satisfied sigh, stroking her silky hair.
The girl's boldness and openness far exceeded what he had expected of her.
Meanwhile, Ran slowly came back to consciousness. Her lashes fluttered open and the sight before her made her freeze.
Shizuko Imamura, the elegant heiress, was kneeling submissively in front of Ryuji, bobbing her head with focused devotion, sucking greedily, cheeks flushed, eyes glazed with obsession as she worshipped him with her lips and tongue.
Her modest breasts bounced faintly with every motion, the delicate peaks of her nipples trembling with the rhythm, so mesmerizing that Ran couldn't help but stare.
Ran's throat tightened. She didn't dare make a sound. But her body betrayed her. Heat surged between her thighs, a wet, molten trickle sliding down the inside of her pale legs in rhythm with Shizuko's movements.
And Shizuko's earlier words still echoed in her mind:
"You can just take her—she's so lewd, nothing bad will happen!"
"Miss Imamura… why would you say something like that…" Ran bit down hard on her lip, fighting to stay quiet.
A terrifying realization struck her.... if Ryuji had entered her body earlier…if he had claimed her as his... as long as he promised to to marry her afterward, she might not have resisted at all. Not truly. She wouldn't even have protested the lack of a wedding certificate.
What's wrong with me…?
Her thoughts tangled in shame and desire.
She couldn't understand it.... just as Shizuko couldn't understand how, after cumming in her mouth, Ryuji still had the energy to spread her ass and take her from behind all over again.
Yes. The pampered heiress who had offered herself so recklessly was thoroughly conquered by Ryuji every way possible in one night. Their entire acquaintance had lasted barely twenty minutes longer than their first wild coupling.
The strangest part was that neither of them felt anything "wrong" about it. Not him, not her.
The unseen tides of this world's power were shifting and invisible things were absorbing the power.
And as Ryuji released inside her, the night gave way to dawn. When he finally opened his eyes, Ran was gone. Shizuko, meanwhile, lay sprawled against his chest like dead weight... just as Misato had before.
But Ryuji knew she was awake. She was just too afraid to move... afraid he'd demand another round.
"How adorable."
He traced a finger across her nose, then kissed her cheek... the one spot not stained by his cum. Rising quietly, he washed up, dressed, and made his way to the hotel's kitchen.
It was a five-star suite, but he insisted on cooking something himself for Shizuko. Even if crude by professional standards, the food carried his affection for her. He believed his dishes, rough as they were, would move her heart more deeply than anything a hotel chef could prepare.
As for refinement and flavor, he'd admit... top chefs still had the edge. Cooking was something that took time and experience to perfect.
"At my current level, if I crash-coursed for a month, I could probably compete in the God of Cookery competition," Ryuji muttered as he picked up at the newspaper at the door, which featured coverage of the event.
His mind drifted briefly to the bizarre martial techniques he'd picked up at the so-called "Putian Dongguan Shaolin Temple." Why? Well, in this world even Qinghai had pandas... so why fuss over such odd inconsistencies? Infinite worlds blurred the lines of logic; parallel quirks were normal.
Otherwise, how could one explain a world crawling with half a dozen Jackie Chans, a dozen Stephen Chows, and twenty Jet Lis?
"Still, best not," he said to himself. "The God of Cookery contest is Stephen Chow's moment of true transformation. No need to disturb that plotline. But… if I keep tracking the underworld too closely, my cover might get blown."
He stroked his chin, reading the police reports.
Though Hong Kong's police officers seemed useless under corruption and politics, Ryuji knew better. Many of them didn't treat policing as just a job, but as a duty and responsibility.
So, if he stirred up more chaos here, he doubted he'd escape notice for long. In fact, his risk level was already high. The only reason he wasn't suspected yet was because terrorists had conveniently muddied the waters.
"…Perhaps it's time to head to Japan."
The thought settled quickly. Shizuko needed to return home soon, and Ran… her state could not be ignored... those ties demanded his attention first. Dealing the two women in was his priority.
"Good. That's the preliminary plan. I'll discuss it with Misato later."
Though he already knew Misato wouldn't object. She might love Chinese food, but her heart and habits fit more naturally into the rules and structures of Japanese society. In China, Ryuji often noticed her subtle tension, the restraint she couldn't hide.
As for himself?
Where wasn't he at home? Did someone like him still need to worry about "fitting into" a social system?
Social order, unspoken rules... they were meaningless to him now.
"Still… I'll need to prepare a few things. Otherwise Shizuko's father will see me as nothing more than a freeloader... and that would be troublesome."
Ryuji rummaged through his bag. Though most of his belongings had been destroyed, his phone and various electronics devices remained intact. He considered them for a moment, then put them back.
He had no intention of boosting Japan's technology sector. That wasn't his role here. Science and data could stay where they were.
But as for the other news...
"Looks like the locals are completely dominating this round. With native nuclear fusion technology, there's practically no project they couldn't pull off..."
Ryuji thought about it for a moment, then his eyes landed on something else.
A very small article buried in the corner of the newspaper.
"The World Psychic Conference..."
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