Wu Fengshui recalled a childhood memory.
When Wu Garura, only six, asked her the secret to getting a boyfriend, Fengshui, single herself, had no advice. She parroted what she'd heard from adults.
"The best way to win a man is a woman's weapon. It works on any man—a Wu Clan secret."
The next day, Garura stuffed her beloved dagger into her schoolbag and skipped off happily.
That memory lingered vividly.
Today's bunny girl surprise was Fengshui's own idea.
She shifted, but Su Ze's sharp command stopped her.
"Don't move!" His breath quickened, eyeing the sisters like rare art.
Fengshui wore a champagne-colored bunny outfit, her legs in bold fishnets that complemented, not overshadowed, her glossy black heels.
Her waist dipped, hips raised, like a sleek, alluring leopardess.
Garura's classic black bunny suit had one ear upright, one bent, playfully charming. Her black leotard paired with sheer tights and matching heels, their polished surfaces reflecting light like liquid glass.
Leather, silk, and heels shimmered, casting a mystical glow that captivated.
Under the warm lamps, the sisters glowed like amber, surpassing any masterpiece.
Su Ze couldn't hold back. With a low growl, he strode to the bed, gripping Garura's curves.
Rip!
Her tights tore, revealing a glistening jade gate, slick with anticipation.
They'd been waiting.
Pushing aside…
He entered with fierce intensity…
Garura's long neck arched, lips parting in a sigh, her expression blissful yet tinged with a wince of pain.
This tightness—was it for real?!
Su Ze felt like he'd entered a narrow pass.
Was this how muscle-bound women were? Almost too thrilling!
They froze in the moment.
Then he noticed blood trickling.
Garura's hips trembled uncontrollably.
"Keep going, Su Ze-sama… it feels amazing…" Garura glanced back, smiling softly. Despite it being her first time, her eyes hinted at insatiable hunger.
His resolve hardened further.
Gripping her firm, pale curves, Su Ze charged.
Garura let her voice flow freely, its melodic cadence rising and falling instinctively.
Time blurred. Her body heated, and Su Ze felt a flood, her legs clamping as she surrendered her essence swiftly.
Releasing her, Garura collapsed forward, ten bruises marking her alabaster hips.
The grip of Earth's mightiest creature!
Fengshui, impatient, raised her hips higher.
Su Ze tugged the white bunny tail, tearing her leotard in two.
A steaming spring came into view.
"Su Ze-sama, give me your essence," Fengshui purred, lifting her hips further.
How could he refuse?
Grasping her lush curves, he pressed down, driving to the depths in one thrust.
Fengshui's grip was less intense but fleshier, her walls clinging like velvet.
After another round, Su Ze played a stacking game.
Both Wu sisters were exquisite.
It was like racing a limited-edition bike—exhilarating, visually stunning.
Their resistance and friction were unique, their enveloping pressure maxed out.
At the peak, the bunny suits lay in tatters, their toned bodies swaying like a wild dance of demons.
Their euphoric cries echoed, primal and intoxicating, dripping with carnal delight.
Next door, in the secretary's room.
Kurapika and Kaede had planned to work through the night, but the noise killed their focus.
The walls were soundproof, but the racket was overwhelming!
Practically breaking the sound barrier!
Was this a fighter's volume?
"I'm stepping out!" Kaede stood, chest heaving, taking a deep breath.
"Sit!" Kurapika grabbed her, serious. "Don't make a choice you'll regret forever!"
One step out, and Kaede might never return.
"So loud!" Kaede, after struggling, yelled and dove onto the bed, smothering her head with a pillow.
Kurapika's gaze lingered, her silk-clad legs pressing together involuntarily.
A day passed quickly.
Su Ze curbed his indulgence, diving into relentless combat training to raise his skill levels.
By the seventh day, all his fighting techniques, including Tempest Kick, hit LV15.
Wokou's Nitoku Style was incomplete, but his disciples' full version included Possession, Demon Descent, Ghost Thrall, and the fused "Ghost God."
With his prodigious martial talent, Su Ze reverse-engineered it.
Otherwise, the flawed Nitoku Style would've capped at LV12.
The War Ghost bloodline was worth every point.
He planned to upgrade it, perhaps to a succubus-like physique, blending perfectly with magical systems.
On day two, Akiyama Sakura and Vermouth reported for duty.
His secretarial team now stood as:
Chief Secretary: Kurapika
Personal Secretary: Akiyama Kaede
Clerical Secretary: Akiyama Sakura
Financial Secretary: Vermouth
Mystic Secretaries: Mary Akai, Mary Sera
"Mystic Secretaries" sounded odd, but their role was to gather occult knowledge and artifacts for Su Ze.
He'd considered making the Akais financial secretaries.
One black, two red—a cat-and-mouse game would've been entertaining.
But preparing for the supernatural took priority, hence their role.
With "winery intel" as bait, the Akais would work diligently.
Their skills would likely expose each other's secrets soon, sparking clashes.
Conan characters were notoriously sharp.
Seven secretaries were too few. Kurapika was recruiting, with targets in mind, but they'd act in Tokyo.
In the winery, she'd excelled at intel-gathering, her talent-spotting razor-sharp.
Sea winds roared, as if farewelling the Kengan ship.
Su Ze stood at the railing, watching Kengan Island fade.
Gazing at the boundless sea always broadened the heart.
Finally, he glanced at the surface world's sky, the world turning monochrome.
"Who knows when I'll return."
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