[Name: Yuba Ri]
[Trait: Su Ze's Exclusive]
[Thoughts: Wants to bear the boss's child]
[Description: 100% loyal. A martial artist skilled in ancient Eastern boxing, she left home to earn money abroad. Now, her sole desire is to have Su Ze's child.]
Unexpectedly, Yuba Ri was the first surface-world girl to earn an exclusive trait.
She carried a rustic charm, tempered by Tokyo's dazzle, creating a unique contrast. Years of martial training kept her mind pure, untainted by distractions—save for gambling.
Such a girl held old-fashioned values.
Moved by Su Ze, she vowed to follow him forever.
Of course, the seaside escapade played a key role.
Per the suspension bridge effect, danger fosters attachment and affection.
"Where'd you guys go? We've been looking forever!" Yamauchi Sakura's resentment points hit Su Ze as he rejoined the group.
The girls' expressions varied.
Kurapika was calm; Akiyama Kaede, curious; Uzaki Hana, fuming; Yukishita Yukino, suspicious; Senna Sora, delighted…
Senna Riko's gaze was vacant, exuding a thoughtless, innocent beauty.
"I was training with Yuba Ri," Su Ze said, forcing a smile.
Without his dragonfly vision spotting the girls searching, he wouldn't have returned.
Though only gone for half an hour, he'd had a blast.
Maybe life naturally craved the wild.
"Really?" Yukino's eyes narrowed, flitting between Yono and Su Ze.
"It's true! Ze-kun even got me on Yono-nee's women's fighter team!" Yuba Ri said with an awkward laugh.
"Relax, Yukino, I'm not stealing Su Ze from you," Yono teased.
Seeing her sister's usual demeanor, Yukino relaxed, denying, "I'm not planning to date."
"So, marriage then?" Yono feigned shock, her exaggerated expression masking her lingering awe.
The seaside scene had shaken her deeply.
Su Ze wanted her to join, but time ran short—next time.
Truthfully, though she swore off such things, she couldn't deny a flicker of anticipation.
"If you're having a teenage breakdown, see a doctor," Yukino shot back, voice rapid.
The sisters bickered.
Laughing and chatting, the group returned to the hotel.
In the corridor, Senna Sora lagged, lost in thought.
Su Ze slowed to match her pace, smiling. "Thought I'd see you in a swimsuit today. Next time, then."
The Senna sisters skipped swimsuits, citing "no sun to tan."
"You want to see, boss?" Sora looked surprised, amber eyes sparkling.
"Of course. You and Riko have killer figures, don't you?" Su Ze praised freely.
Sora paused, yanking her hoodie's zipper down.
A breathtaking sight emerged.
She wore a daring cut-out swimsuit, her curves tightly bound by straps, almost seamless, her abs chiseled and defined.
Describing a girl as rugged felt odd, but for Sora, it fit perfectly.
Blushing under Su Ze's awestruck gaze, she felt like he might dive in.
Her lips curved wildly before she zipped up.
Su Ze, regretful, said, "Sora, if perverts saw that, they'd call you 'mommy.'"
"You're hilarious, boss," Sora giggled.
Boyfriendless but street-savvy, she'd heard plenty of spicy talk.
"I'd rather call you daddy," she thought, too shy to say.
His arena dominance was etched in her heart.
They reached the suite's door.
Tonight, Su Ze couldn't sleep there. Bidding Yamauchi Sakura and the others farewell, he headed to the office used for Kengan meetings.
A lavish living space, it had everything—office, guest room, bedroom, dining—plus several guest rooms, dripping with luxury.
"Get some rest," Su Ze told Kurapika and Kaede.
Akiyama Sakura would join as an assistant tomorrow.
Soon, his secretary team would be complete.
"Call me if you need anything. Maple and I are in the next room," Kurapika said, smiling.
After the afternoon's events, her smiles came easier, as if a knot had unraveled.
More accurately, leaning on Su Ze brought her peace.
"We'll head out, then."
After they left, Su Ze sat at the desk, eyes closed, replaying the day.
So much had happened.
He needed to review, avoiding any major missteps.
"As long as I steer clear of the supernatural, I'm fine," he murmured, exhaling after a long pause.
Barring the mystical, he could handle any mortal crisis—natural disasters included.
By his reckoning, most surface-world supernatural forces posed no threat.
But that wasn't cause for complacency.
Supernatural power had vast highs and lows.
A wizard he could crush might predict centuries ahead or turn him into a frog with a potion—beyond any tech.
His thoughts settled, Su Ze headed to the bedroom.
Opening the door, he froze, eyes widening.
Vintage lamps cast warm light, the central system ensuring fresh air and perfect temperature, refreshing with every breath.
On the pristine white bed, two bunny girls knelt, hips facing the door.
The Wu sisters turned, their dark eyes with white pupils dripping with allure.
So this was Old Man Wu's "delivery"!
Too generous!
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