The receptionist looked Haruto up and down, a hint of pity flashing in her eyes.
Such a handsome young man, but he'd probably already had his heart stolen by Miss Miyajima, skipping class early in the morning to come looking for her here.
"Shihan Miyajima is here, but I can't guarantee he'll see you."
Not bothering to explain the misunderstanding in her gaze, Haruto simply said, "Then could you please notify Shihan Miyajima for me?"
"Of course. Please wait here for a moment."
"Thank you, miss. I'll treat you to a meal next time I get the chance."
The receptionist's eyes lit up. "Really? You can't take it back!"
Haruto didn't answer, only smiled at her.
With makeup on, this receptionist was just an average beauty, but thanks to her long-term work at the dojo, her figure was exceptionally well-toned.
Even through the loose kendo uniform, her alluring curves were unmistakable.
If she offered herself willingly, Haruto wouldn't mind testing whether she had any special talents.
Seeing Haruto remain silent, the receptionist cheerfully patted his shoulder.
"Then it's settled! I'll go notify Miyajima Shihan right away."
"Tsk... didn't expect to run into this kind of predatory older sister here too..."
Watching the receptionist—whose name he still didn't know—sway her shapely backside as she walked away, Haruto couldn't help clicking his tongue.
Meanwhile, Touko woke up in a bedroom reeking of unpleasant odors.
Pushing herself up on weak, sore limbs, she looked around in confusion, taking a long moment to fully regain her senses.
Delighted, Touko touched her swollen belly—even after all this time, the life energy inside was still so dense.
She carefully clenched her thighs, using her innate succubus abilities to absorb the energy bit by bit, determined not to waste a single drop.
Haruto gained many benefits from Touko, but as a succubus, Touko received no fewer advantages than he did.
Just the improvement brought by the Talent Extraction Ability alone allowed Touko to break through from C-rank to B-rank.
Not to mention the overwhelming amount of essence that couldn't even be fully contained—if she could digest it all, Touko might even reach the peak of B-rank in one go.
For anyone else, this wouldn't be so exaggerated, but succubi grow stronger precisely through this method!
With Haruto, the effect was something like one plus one equaling ten.
Moreover, Haruto's strength was slightly higher than Touko's, so dual cultivation benefited her even more.
Touko focused her mind and spent a full hour converting the essence Haruto had left inside her.
By the time she had fully digested it, her newly broken-through strength had completely stabilized and even progressed a step further.
Touko didn't reach the peak of B-rank in one go—her abilities weren't yet refined enough to absorb every last drop of Haruto's essence without waste.
Additionally, during the conversion process, aside from transforming it into part of her magical power, some of it was used to restore and enhance her physical resilience.
It wasn't that Touko had intended this—as a mage specializing in psychic abilities, she had little need for physical strength.
But Haruto's essence wasn't under her control, and a portion of it automatically took effect during the conversion.
Touko didn't regret it, though. With her body strengthened, she could last longer next time.
If she could get Haruto to leave his essence inside her a couple more times, she'd make up for everything.
After being nourished by both magic and essence, Touko finally reached a point where walking no longer hurt.
Dragging her sore, exhausted body, she began cleaning up the disastrous state of her apartment.
Once the apartment was tidied, she turned her attention to her own delicate form, still saturated with Haruto's scent.
Looking at the traces left on the bed, the floor, and the table, Touko couldn't help but squeeze her thighs together, her breathing gradually growing ragged.
As a succubus, this was the first time she had been utterly overwhelmed during lovemaking, to the point of losing consciousness.
Touko secretly swore to herself that next time, she would reclaim her pride.
Yes, as soon as her body fully recovered, she'd go straight back to him!
Unlike the others she had used and discarded after a single session, ever since waking up, Haruto was all she could think about. Just imagining the scene was enough to excite her.
Touko found it a little strange but didn't dwell on it. She figured it was probably because Haruto was the first man she'd encountered who was so formidable—and whose essence was several times more potent than anyone else's. Wanting more was only natural.
Not long after, Haruto rejected her invitation.
Left with no choice, she had to seek out other prey—only to realize then just how serious the situation was.
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Haruto and Sakura Miyajima's father—the dojo's instructor, Miyajima Shihan—were engaged in a one-on-one sparring match.
The spectators around them were all students of the kendo dojo, watching the intense exchange with keen interest.
Except for the receptionist who had earlier delivered the message…
She watched Haruto nervously, occasionally biting her lower lip with a look of regret.
If she hadn't carelessly mentioned that a suitor had come for Miss Miyajima, this fight wouldn't have happened.
Everyone knew Miyajima Shihan was a doting father, but his reaction this time was especially extreme.
"Shihan, I'm really not Sakura's boyfriend," Haruto explained while dodging. "We're just classmates. I came because there's something I wanted to ask you."
The bamboo sword attacks were fierce, but Sakura's father remained expressionless and unmoved.
At first, he had dismissed Sakura's report as a joke. However, when Haruto introduced himself, he realized the gravity of the situation.
Lately, he had heard his daughter mention this boy's name more than once. Now that he had transferred her to another school, the kid actually had the audacity to show up at his doorstep.
"Kid, I'll admit you've got some skill. No wonder you dared to come here."
Despite his relentless attacks, Sakura's father grew increasingly surprised, though his expression darkened further.
"Next, I'm going to get serious. Don't blame me for relying on the advantage of my weapon—most of my skill lies in this bamboo sword."
He paused, speaking earnestly, "Judging by your stance, you must have some combat training. Don't hold back either. Let's have a proper match."
"Ah, well..." Haruto scratched his head helplessly. "Alright, then I'll take off my jacket first. This is my last set..."
A few days ago, he had ruined one set while fooling around with Akeno. Yesterday, another got stained with blood and had to be disposed of. If this one got damaged too, he'd really have no uniform left.
He needed to find a chance to bring this up with Rias.
From what he remembered, they always ended up with torn clothes after battles, so they must have plenty of spares. He figured he should request a uniform resupply too.
After Haruto took off his jacket, the onlookers—including Sakura's father—couldn't help but show astonishment.
They had already estimated Haruto's strength to be high based on his movements, but now they realized they had still underestimated him.
His perfectly proportioned, elegantly defined, and powerfully built muscles surpassed everyone present—including Sakura's father.
The students here had trained for at least two years, with some nearing a decade. Sakura's father himself had always maintained rigorous training, prioritizing peak physical condition over indulging with his stunningly beautiful wife.
Unlike the others' shock and tension, the receptionist named Miyuna had completely forgotten her earlier worries.
With a seductive lick of her lips, her eyes brimming with desire, she thought: Fight on. Win if you can, lose if you must. Either way, I'll make it up to Haruto with my body later.
"Alright, let's go."
Haruto stretched briefly, deciding to end this as quickly as possible.
Kuoh Academy's uniform was stylish, but the downside was how restrictive it was for movement. He was afraid he might accidentally tear his pants if he wasn't careful.
Using magic in combat was manageable, but for a hand-to-hand fighter like him, the uniform was practically a debuff.
"Ha! Yah!"
Sakura's father focused intently, letting out a powerful kiai before launching a fierce strike at Haruto.
Haruto didn't underestimate him. Compared to the five delinquents from yesterday, Sakura's father was on the verge of reaching B-rank.
If he wasn't careful, he'd end up taking a few hits.
The path of martial arts could also lead to A-rank and even S-rank.
Haruto had once asked Rias about this.
The so-called "Sword Saints" among humans were A-rank, while S-rank would be "Sword Gods."
Similarly, there were "Martial Saints," "Martial Gods," "Gun Saints," "Gun Gods," and so on.
Reaching the level of a Martial God could be achieved through physical refinement and the unity of mind, body, and spirit—having a little more or less special energy didn't matter much.
But to advance further, one needed to focus on cultivating that special energy.
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