Laughter still danced on their lips when the three of them turned the corner and nearly walked straight into Miyajima Sōsuke.
Two young kendo disciples trailed behind him, bokken slung over their shoulders. Whatever errand they were on, it instantly became unimportant.
"Ah—Madam, Suze-kun… and Sakura, you're back." Miyajima Sōsuke bowed slightly toward Suze, his face grave and respectful.
"Shihan's wife!" "Sakura-senpai!" "Senpai!"
The two disciples followed their master's lead and bowed as well, stealing curious glances at the young man who had just earned a bow from the dojo master himself.
"Miyajima," Suze said, locking eyes with the older man, "from today onward, Tsubaki and Sakura will be living with me."
He was already picturing it: opening a women's kendo hall inside Saint Maiden Academy. The competitive air thick with sweat and determination, the desire points that would pour from sword-wielding girls… Add a tennis club, a track team… Once everything was running, a single lap around campus might net him a cool million desire points a day.
Easy.
"I understand." A flicker of pain crossed Miyajima Sōsuke's face—he knew, deep down, that once his wife left this time, she might never truly return. Still, he forced the words out. "Shall I drive you?"
"Don't look so heartbroken, old friend." Suze clapped him on the shoulder. "Whenever we feel nostalgic, I'll bring Tsubaki and Sakura back to visit."
Relief washed over the dojo master's features. "Then… I leave my wife and daughter in your care. Forgive me for the trouble."
Suze gave a small nod.
Miyajima Tsubaki's eyes shimmered. She slipped her hand into Suze's and tugged him away.
Only after the three had vanished around the corner did the disciples straighten up.
"Shihan… who was that?" one of them whispered.
"Sakura's boyfriend," Miyajima Sōsuke answered, deadpan.
The two boys turned to stone.
"Sakura-senpai… already has a boyfriend?!"
And he seemed awfully close with Shihan's wife, too… What kind of legendary life was this guy living?
…
"Sakura, go ahead and pack whatever you want. Ze and I will wait outside." Miyajima Tsubaki stood in front of her daughter's bedroom door, smiling sweetly.
"Okay, Mom!" Sakura dashed inside with sparkling eyes and began stuffing clothes into a bag.
The moment the door clicked shut, Tsubaki spun around, placed the hand bearing her wedding ring against Suze's chest, and looked up at him through long lashes.
"Does Madam have some new game in mind?" Suze teased, lips curling into a wicked grin as he took in the rippling desire in those enchanting eyes.
Tsubaki's beauty rivaled even Kurashiki Reika's—glamorous, aristocratic, traditional… yet threaded with playful mischief.
"First, let's go to the master bedroom~" Her fingertip traced her vermilion lips as she smiled like a fox.
Heat flared in Suze's blood. He delivered a resounding smack to those magnificent, rounded peaks.
Tsubaki let out a small, delighted cry, wrapped her arms around his neck, and breathed orchids against his ear. "How could you be so rough? Auntie finally found the shiromuku she wore at her wedding… Don't you want to see me in it, little Ze?"
Shiromuku—the pure-white kimono ensemble worn by brides in traditional Shinto ceremonies. The Eastern equivalent of a wedding gown.
Veins throbbed at Suze's temple. He swept Tsubaki into his arms and marched toward the master bedroom, his spear already raised and iron-hard.
No breaks, no mercy—just relentless piston action until she couldn't breathe!
…
Some time later, Sakura finished packing and stepped into the hallway.
A wave of high-pitched cries—rising, cresting, crashing one after another—stopped her cold.
After a moment's hesitation, she tiptoed to the master-bedroom door and slid the shōji open just a crack.
Inside…
The storm raged. Flesh slapped against flesh without pause.
Tsubaki, on all fours, turned her head with languid grace. Her beautiful eyes met the gap in the door.
Sakura's pupils shrank. She slammed the shōji shut, leaned back against the wall, chest heaving, cheeks puffed in outrage.
"Daddy's such a pervert!"
He only came to pick them up so he could do this!
"Pervert!"
"Pervert!"
"Pervert!"
Strictly raised, Sakura didn't know any real swear words. All she could do was stomp her foot—quietly, so they wouldn't hear.
Yet as those shameless sounds kept pouring through the wall, a shameful heat pooled low in her belly. Her hand slowly slipped beneath her skirt.
After everything Suze had done to her body, no matter how pure her mind remained, her flesh remembered. Stimulation triggered instinct.
Twins shared sensations sometimes—pain, pleasure, everything synchronized.
Mothers and daughters could, too.
Right now, for instance.
Little Sakura down there was crying, mercilessly disciplined by an invisible rod, tears streaming without end.
Gradually, Sakura lost herself to the pleasure.
Time blurred.
Suddenly, the shōji slid open.
Sakura jolted, whirling around—just in time to see Miyajima Tsubaki, resplendent in full bridal shiromuku, leaning against the doorframe. The pure white kimono and matching hood made her look like a goddess descended from myth. She poked her head out and gave her daughter a rippling, triumphant smile.
"Sorry, Sakura. Today you only get to listen to Mommy and 'Daddy.'"
Dressed like this, she wanted Suze all to herself. Only fair—she'd married him long before her daughter was even born, hadn't she?
…
The sun sank below the horizon, painting the sky with brilliant crimson, like a red carp swimming at the edge of the world.
Suze walked out of the Miyajima dojo flanked by mother and daughter, all three wearing satisfied smiles.
Then his gaze sharpened.
A patrol car was parked on the side of the road.
Two officers stepped out, eyes cold and hostile as they approached.
"Good evening. We're with the Chiba Prefectural Police." One flashed his badge, then fixed Suze with a piercing stare. "Do you know a high-school student by the name of Watarase Itsuki?"
Checking the water meter? And they came straight to me?
Suze raised an eyebrow, amusement flickering across his face.
The Miyajima women tensed, worry clouding their expressions—especially Tsubaki. She'd heard officers had been checking surveillance footage lately because of a string of disappearances in the area.
This couldn't… be related to Suze, could it?
Otherwise, why were they so certain?
"Nope, never heard of him," Suze replied calmly, meeting their eyes. A deep, hypnotic light shimmered in his pupils as he smiled. "Is there something I can help you gentlemen with?"
So gentle… Sakura thought dreamily.
The officers' stern expressions faltered, then softened like melting ice.
"Heh, well… surveillance footage shows Watarase Itsuki entering the third alley on the right a few days ago and never coming out."
"You and a man named Morishita Masao were the most suspicious persons that day."
"Morishita has already confessed, but many things still don't add up."
"So we just wanted to ask you a few questions."
"What exactly did you go into that alley for? We found messages on Morishita's phone—he'd contacted you beforehand."
Suze rubbed his chin and glanced at the surveillance camera bolted to a nearby utility pole.
He really had overlooked that one.
Maybe it was time to pick up an electromagnetism skill?
He could model it after Mikoto's railgun powers… or Enel's Rumble-Rumble Fruit. The latter would be pricier—elementalization was no joke.
A quick mental query to the system confirmed both were absurdly expensive.
"I wonder how many desire points I'd get for trading in a single Devil Fruit from the pirate world…"
Thoughts raced behind his eyes, but his mouth never stopped moving.
"Masao and I are classmates. He asked me to hang out here, but the moment he saw me, he freaked out and ran. I thought it was weird, so I just left. Didn't see anyone else."
Author's Note:
Brothers, we might be staying in the inner world a bit longer this time—please bear with me. We still have to finish building the school before returning to the surface world, and every day here is packed with new plot, so even if only a week passes in-universe, there'll be a lot of chapters. Also begging for monthly votes, tips, anything~ (Got harmony'd again… full uncensored version is in the group. I was planning to write something extra spicy while the higher-ups are on holiday.)
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