"You still haven't answered me—what's all this about?" Rihwa huffed, arms folded.
"To make seeing you easier, of course." Su Ze's chuckle was low.
Rihwa blinked, warmth blooming in her chest despite the confusion.
Su Ze gave a quick rundown of the campus reconstruction. Rihwa nodded, then bustled off to prepare tea—hospitality was non-negotiable.
The rest claimed seats. Girls clustered with girls; mature women with mature women. For a moment Su Ze felt like a bee in a perfumed garden.
"Mrs. Kurashiki, when did you and Ze-kun meet?" Naoko asked, legs elegantly crossed.
Rihwa set the tray down with practiced grace. "Can't remember exactly—ages ago. Right, Rena?"
Rena bobbed her head like a dashboard doll. "If not for me, Ze-kun might never have transferred!"
"Oh? Then how much do you know about his past?" Naoko adjusted her glasses, voice smooth.
Rihwa's arms folded higher, gaze tilting down. Emerald eyes glinted with slow-rising arrogance. "Naoko, you're the principal, correct? Why are you trailing my Su Ze home?"
They barely knew each other, yet she used the first name like a thrown gauntlet.
Two alpha women—proud, commanding—sizing each other up.
"And don't forget whose house this is." Rihwa's voice iced over. She tapped Naoko's crossed knee. "Manners."
Naoko's hackles rose.
Simple reason: the second Su Ze walked in, he'd kissed Rihwa like she was his wife. Mother and daughter seducing her man? Unforgivable.
She opened her mouth to fire back— SMACK. Su Ze's palm landed square on Rihwa's plush peak.
Rihwa jolted as if lightning-kissed, pleasure flickering behind clenched teeth.
Tsundere + latent M; a little training and she'll be a full masochist…
She loved that sting.
Su Ze yanked her into his lap, then hooked an arm around Naoko. "Naoko, leave the boardroom at the office."
"…Understood." Naoko subsided at once. She lacked Rihwa's stubborn pride.
Rihwa would kneel beautifully yet still mouth off.
"You two—set a good example." His hands squeezed harder.
Both women went docile.
Late night. Everyone yawned.
Sleeping arrangements fell to the hostess.
The Kurashiki house had upper and lower floors, cleaned weekly—crashing was feasible.
"Follow Rihwa's lead. I'm showering. No interruptions unless the house is on fire." Su Ze stretched, yawning, and vanished into the bathroom.
Steam curled around the tub. Su Ze sank in, thoughts aligning.
Takagi Hiroko was small fry in the magic world, but her intel was gold.
Angels, dragons, demons, elves, goblins, mages—all real. Angels hadn't visited the mortal plane in centuries; mages could channel slivers of their power, never the full being.
Demons dwelt in the infinite Demon Realm—beastmen, elves, human tribes, nations, empires, federations. Demons themselves were rare apex predators even there.
Three layers: Heaven above, Mortal in the middle, Demon below. Once strictly segregated; post-Heaven blackout, demonic incursions skyrocketed. A normie could doodle a sigil from a book and accidentally summon a duke of hell.
"Demons are rare… how do I farm points?"
He'd pictured endless hordes. Hiroko laughed at the idea of visiting the Demon Realm—impossible without a native summoning a "hero" as cover.
"Even if demons are scarce, they cluster under lords… Worst case, beastmen are magical too—recyclable."
Prices killed the dream:
One-time portal: 300,000 Desire Points Permanent skill: 3,000,000
Not yet. He wasn't even superhuman. No rush.
Saint Maiden Academy was still a hole in the ground. Plenty to harvest here—slow and steady.
High-density harem under one roof? Exactly the original "Desire Prison" concept. Desire Points ticked upward while he soaked.
A fat spike from Rihwa. The door creaked.
Rihwa slipped in, snow-white skin glowing through steam. "Xiao Ze, you never warned me you had this many girlfriends~" She pouted, stepping into the tub and draping herself over his shoulder.
Bath cap framed her long, pale neck.
Su Ze nuzzled in, adjusting her hips. "Jealous, Mrs. Kurashiki?"
"Scared my husband will come home and demand explanations." Her whine dripped honey.
Su Ze's bones melted. His grip tightened.
Rihwa sank lower; water sloshed over the rim.
Twin sighs of bliss.
"Still scared of your husband? Rena says you've been separated forever." He rolled slow, savoring every inch—tight, slick, molten.
Rihwa slid another fraction, humming through her nose. "Of course. He's still my anata."
"Phone charged?"
"Huh?"
"Call him. Let's see how scared you really are." Su Ze locked hands around her waist—soft as fresh mochi.
"You're awful!"
Awful got worse.
Water erupted like a thrashing crocodile had breached the surface.
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