"I see. In that case, there's no problem."
Kanjuro elegantly massaged the President's shoulders, his fingertips grazing her delicate skin. "However, the President must also agree to one condition of mine."
"Of course," the President closed her eyes lazily, her voice soft and charming as water,
"I will give you the reward you deserve."
She raised her hand, lightly touching Kanjuro's forehead, her red lips parting as she chanted an ancient incantation.
Kanjuro immediately felt a warm current surging through his body, as if his entire being had been coated in a magic potion that would drive any woman wild. Every pore was exuding a seductive aura.
The eyes of the surrounding women gradually grew hazy as they gazed at him greedily, the air filling with a dangerous ambiguity.
The President watched this scene with satisfaction, continuing her low-voiced chanting.
Since letting Kanjuro have relations with the female members in the Occult Research Society, she found her magic power growing at high speed.
Incantations she could only cast once a day before could now be used two or three times in succession.
To her, this was more precious than any treasure.
Kanjuro's special constitution seemed exceptionally compatible with the dark bible, but she had no intention of telling him about this discovery—
After all, this charming tool still needed to be used by her to find the sacrifice that could truly awaken the power of the dark bible.
And that sacrifice needed to be nurtured in extreme depravity.
The President suddenly opened her palm, and a dark light sank into Kanjuro's body.
Kanjuro felt his already abundant strength and physical stamina surge again. The surrounding women rushed in like a tide, surrounding him instantly.
Soon, a rising and falling symphony echoed in the room.
A crimson aura filled the air.
Three hours passed, and Kanjuro was still high-spirited.
The President watched his vigorous appearance with appreciation, unconsciously swallowing her saliva.
She suppressed the throbbing in her heart—this man was ultimately just a tool. She constantly reminded herself that she was only interested in women.
"It's getting late, I should head back."
Kanjuro checked the time and curled his lips into a faint smile. "Thank you for today's gift, President."
The President greedily took a deep breath of the residual yin energy in the air. The vitality lost by those women after mating with Kanjuro had all turned into nutrients for her power.
This was the best way to temporarily substitute the side effects of the dark bible.
"Don't forget what you promised me," the President said, waving her hand languidly. "We each get what we need."
Kanjuro stepped out of the old school building, feeling the surging power within his body.
Takashiro Hiroko followed closely behind, hugging him tightly from the back. The two arrived at a moonlit grove; she looked up at him, her eyes filled with reluctance to part.
"Kanjuro, I still want to... be alone with you."
She spoke softly, her fingertips restlessly twisting the hem of her clothes. "I was driven nearly mad with jealousy today. Why can't I have you all to myself?"
"Is it not just a craving for physical pleasure?" Kanjuro said sarcastically.
Takashiro Hiroko lowered her head bashfully. "Don't think of me as so shallow... please, Kanjuro, my husband."
"I don't have time for you now," Kanjuro said, coldly turning his face away. "We'll talk later. Bitch, go back to the dormitory and wait."
"Okay!" Takashiro Hiroko was ecstatic, completely unbothered by Kanjuro's insults; instead, she trembled with excitement.
She was a natural masochist; the worse Kanjuro treated her, the more obsessed she became.
After she left, Kanjuro went to the school plaza as agreed.
A group of men in black had been waiting for a long time. Upon seeing him, they immediately knelt respectfully. "Greetings, Young Master Kanjuro."
These subordinates sent by Morimoto Reina were completely submissive to him.
Kanjuro took the black trench coat handed to him, put on sunglasses and a mask, and sat in the waiting car.
In the distance, a helicopter was circling down, demonstrating the unfathomable armed power of the Morimoto Financial Group.
The helicopter landed in the courtyard of the Yukinoshita Family villa under the cover of night.
The well-trained subordinates quickly subdued all the servants, and tranquilizer rounds plunged the entire Mansion into silence.
At this moment, Yukinoshita Yukino was sleeping soundly in her bedroom, completely unaware of the impending danger.
In her dream, she saw that heart-stoppingly handsome man again—Kanjuro was pinning her down. In the dream, she was struggling desperately, but fortunately, it was just a dream...
She didn't know that the demon from her dream had already quietly slipped into reality.
Kanjuro stood by the bed, staring at the sleeping woman, a cruel sneer curling on his lips.
He had always been a man who sought revenge for the smallest grievance, a man who would pay any price and disregard any consequences.
Since she dared to offend him, she had to pay the price.
Didn't she pride herself on being pure and noble? Tonight, he would let her taste the full flavor of desire.
The stun baton accurately struck the back of Yukinoshita Yukino's neck.
Her charming body slumped onto the floor.
Kanjuro casually draped a coat over her, leaving her fair hands and long, beautiful legs exposed to the air.
Kanjuro carried the unconscious woman out of the villa.
Outside, a luxury car was already waiting.
Morimoto Reina excitedly rolled down the window. Looking at Yukinoshita Yukino in Kanjuro's arms, her eyes flashed with a strange light. "Master Kanjuro, aren't you going to execute justice on the spot?"
"How could I keep you waiting so long?"
Kanjuro sat in the car holding his prey, his fingertips lightly brushing Morimoto Reina's cheek. "I know you're also eager to participate in this good show."
Morimoto Reina smiled shyly. "Master Kanjuro, because I... am also looking forward to it."
The car sped toward the school dormitory.
Meanwhile, Takashiro Hiroko was bathing in the bathroom, her heart full of anticipation for the surprise Kanjuro would bring her.
The warm water flowed over her skin, and every cell trembled for the coming night.
Night fell.
A beautiful night.
It was now three o'clock in the morning.
Yukinoshita Yukino felt a splitting headache.
She didn't know what had happened.
Subconsciously, she wanted to open her eyes,
But she found everything was pitch black.
Her eyes were covered with a red cloth,
And it felt as if a monstrous beast was holding her.
She was terrified.
She wanted to struggle desperately.
She didn't know what was happening.
"Who on earth are you?" Yukinoshita Yukino asked loudly.
No one responded.
At the same time,
Beside the beast, there seemed to be two little lambs.
Yukinoshita Yukino cried out for help desperately, "Help!! Is anyone there? Save me!!"
"No one will save you," Kanjuro's voice rang out, but he had lowered his voice so deeply that it was impossible to recognize him.
"No! Who are you?" Her voice was filled with trembling.