Perhaps because Ren hadn't felt the warmth of a woman for a full week—except for Itsuki, who was heavily pregnant—he unleashed all his pent-up desires. He fucks Hayasaka, Masha, Alya, and Ririka with great intensity.
The women spent about three hours in Ren's VIP ward. When they finally emerged from the bathroom and gathered again, their breaths were ragged, their hair disheveled, and some of their clothes were askew.
Moreover, they needed a brief rest before leaving, exhausted both physically and emotionally. Their bodies trembled, their breaths were heavy, and their skin bore the marks of Ren's passion.
After each kissed Ren goodbye, Itsuki and the others finally left.
The VIP ward fell silent again, leaving only Ren, who now appeared relaxed, as if nothing had happened.
[DING!]
While Ren was playing with the new phone Itsuki had given him—replacing the one destroyed in a bus accident—a message notification popped up. He glanced at the screen, a faint smile curling his lips.
Who else but his fellow scumbag, Fujii Natsuo?
Natsuo: {I'm sorry to hear about the accident you went through, Ren. How's your condition?}
Ren: {As you know, I'm loved by the Goddess of Luck. I wasn't hurt at all.}
Natsuo: {Tch. Seeing you so narcissistic, I guess you're fine. By the way, Ito Makoto died three days ago.}
"Hm? Makoto's dead?"
One of Ren's eyebrows arched, but there was no surprise in his eyes. He had anticipated this, so he wasn't particularly shocked.
Makoto was a fellow scumbag like Ren and Natsuo. However, even among scumbags, their methods and philosophies differed.
Ren was the type of scumbag who would use any means to get a woman, even dirty tactics like hypnosis or staged abductions. Once a woman fell into his grasp, he'd never let her go. They were his, forever.
Natsuo was different. He relied on hard work and charm to woo women, without resorting to dirty tactics like coercion or supernatural manipulation. He was upfront about being a playboy, and his women chose him fully aware of his lifestyle. After all, polygamy was legal in Japan now.
Lastly, Makoto. Though his methods were similar to Natsuo's—relying on personal charm—the key difference was honesty. Makoto hid the fact that he was cheating with other women. The result? Once his affairs were exposed, a tragic end awaited him.
Ren: {Tell me what happened.}
Natsuo: {I don't know the details, but from what I heard, Ito Makoto's death was pretty gruesome. His body was stabbed repeatedly with a kitchen knife by one of his girlfriends, his head was decapitated, and his body was mutilated. Just thinking about it gives me chills. Hey, Ren, we won't end up like that, right?}
Truthfully, Natsuo was terrified. After learning about the horrific incident, he became far more cautious in his interactions with his women.
Ren: {I don't know if you'll end up like Ito Makoto, but I definitely won't.}
Natsuo: {Where's all that confidence coming from? You're so sure you won't get stabbed with a kitchen knife one day?}
Ren: {That's impossible, and it'll never happen.}
Given his control over the women in his harem—many of whom he manipulated with his powers—Makoto's fate would never befall him. Ren was certain.
Plus, he was a Campione. Even if one of his women stabbed him with a kitchen knife, he'd be fine.
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Ren and Natsuo exchanged messages for quite a while, their conversation flowing casually as usual between two friends. During his absence, Ren learned that Natsuo hadn't added any new women to his long list of lovers.
Makoto's gruesome death had clearly left a mark on Natsuo.
The incident had caused Natsuo to postpone his plan to seduce the daughter of a widow he was dating—a long-desired oyakodon scheme. Compared to the threat he now felt to his life, the oyakodon plan was put on hold until his heart calmed and his paranoia subsided. Even a playboy like Natsuo could be shaken.
*KNOCK!* *KNOCK!*
The door opened, and a woman stepped in. She was a married woman with shoulder-length hair and a gentle smile: Uesugi Yotsuba.
"I came to visit you, Master."
Yotsuba sat on the edge of the bed, next to Ren.
Turning to her, Ren put down his phone. His eyes studied Yotsuba's hair, and he reached out to play with the strands, which were slightly longer than at their last meeting.
"Good, your hair's getting longer."
"It was Master's order. I didn't dare neglect it."
Yotsuba smiled happily as Ren touched her hair, her face radiating deep affection.
"How's your husband doing?"
As he asked, Ren's hand began to move. From her hair, it slid to her neck, gently caressing her skin. Then it grew bolder, moving to her shoulder, softly squeezing her breast, then down her arm, stroking her thigh. His touch wasn't just a touch—it was a sensual exploration, making Yotsuba tremble slightly.
"Ngh~… Fuutarou's the same as always."
Yotsuba bit her lower lip to stifle a moan.
"A corporate slave who leaves for work in the morning and comes home late at night. We barely talk because he's so busy with his job."
There was a clear tone of disdain in her voice when she spoke of her husband, as if Fuutarou's presence was a mere formality.
"Oh, by the way, I have good news for Master."
"Good news?"
"Yes, look at this."
Ren's eyes twitched as Yotsuba pulled something from her cleavage.
(Is a woman's chest a four-dimensional storage pocket?) He thought.
What Yotsuba showed him was a pregnancy test. Two clear red lines indicated a positive result.
"So, the seed I planted has finally sprouted." Ren said with a wicked smile.
"Does your husband know yet?"
"I haven't told Fuutarou. I wanted Master to know first."
Yotsuba rubbed her belly, now carrying a child not of her husband's, but of his brother-in-law.
Ren looked at her, his wicked smile turning into a lustful grin.
"It's been a while since we've done it. You must really want it, don't you?"
"Mm."
Yotsuba nodded, a blush spreading across her face. Her eyes burned with intense desire.
Without further words, Ren got up from the bed, and Yotsuba followed him into the toilet.