Miyajima Tsubaki knelt at the entrance, her soft body leaning forward slightly, the twin peaks of her chest pressing together to form an enticing curve.
She lifted two steaming cups of tea from the tray, her pale lavender eyes flickering with curiosity as they settled on Haruto's disheveled appearance.
"My lord, who is this?"
Miyajima Shihan's expression was stern. "You've arrived just in time. There's something about Sakura we need to discuss—you should hear this as well."
Having said that, he softened his demeanor and turned to Haruto with a gentle look.
"Haruto, this is my wife, Miyajima Tsubaki."
Haruto nodded, offering no comment on Shihan's manner.
"Mrs. Miyajima, my name is Haruto Seishu. I'm a junior at the same school as your daughter. I came here to ask about her transfer."
Since Shihan hadn't bothered with introductions, Haruto took it upon himself to speak to this stunning, voluptuous housewife.
Tsubaki shifted slightly, turning toward Haruto with a gentle smile. "My daughter must have caused you trouble at school. Thank you for looking after her."
Despite her demure, virtuous air, her long, alluring phoenix eyes seemed to carry a constant tease.
And then there was her ripe, mature body—every movement oozed seductive charm.
Haruto rubbed his nose, forcing himself to look away from Tsubaki's unintentionally provocative glances and gestures.
There was no helping it. If he kept watching, old memories would start resurfacing, attacking him anew.
At this rate, he might not be able to stop himself from secretly flirting with this married woman right in front of her husband.
Shihan didn't even spare his wife a glance, simply lifting his teacup to blow on the steam, embodying the very image of a strict patriarch.
But often, this kind of chauvinism was precisely what led to disaster at home.
Once the introductions were over, Shihan cut Tsubaki off with a command. "Tsubaki, explain Sakura's transfer to Haruto."
Tsubaki was unfazed by her husband's attitude, though she seemed regretful that she couldn't continue chatting with this handsome, well-built young man who knew her daughter.
Reluctantly, she tore her gaze away from Haruto's alluring collarbone and turned to respond. "Yes, my lord."
Haruto subtly adjusted his collar. If he recalled correctly, this woman had been hypnotized into a state of insatiable desire.
But why did it seem like Miyajima Tsubaki, just like the receptionist earlier, was plotting something indecent toward him? He suspected that if Shihan weren't present, she might have already thrown herself at him.
In the past, the Cuckold Protagonist Template had made women more receptive to him, but they had never been so blatantly lustful.
Even the more aggressive types wouldn't proposition him outright.
But today seemed different...
Early in the morning, Haruto felt something was off. Not only were unfamiliar women looking at him differently, but even Reina and the Takamine sisters seemed to gaze at him with more intensity than before.
At first, he thought it might be his imagination, or perhaps he'd become even more handsome today...
Ahem...
But now it seemed clear—it was likely due to the talent he'd acquired from Touko.
Haruto wasn't particularly concerned about why Sakura had transferred schools; he only wanted to know where she'd gone.
So he listened to Miyajima Tsubaki's explanation with about 30% of his attention, while the remaining 70% was devoted to pondering his new talent.
[Charm: Increases attractiveness and mental resistance, with doubled effects on the opposite sex.]
This was a purely passive skill. Haruto didn't feel any noticeable changes in himself—his face was still the same, and the mental resistance wasn't something he could perceive, paling in comparison to Ruri's mental resistance talent.
But now, it seemed the effects had already begun working subtly.
Rather than simply increasing charm, Haruto felt it was more accurate to say it amplified favorability and desire.
The excuses he'd previously used to brush off Reina and the others now seemed to be turning into reality.
He had the demon bloodline, the racial talent of charm—compared to Touko, who lacked devil wings or a tail, Haruto wondered if he might eventually transform into a devil form like Rias.
With a devil bloodline, it stood to reason that a devil form should follow. Even Low-class Devils could manifest one, let alone Haruto, who had an intermediate devil bloodline.
Yet, for some reason, no matter how many times he tried, he couldn't sense any hint of wings or a tail growing...
He'd even hoped to test flying with wings, but for now, he was still stuck running around on his own two legs.
Still, his combat power had undeniably increased, so Haruto didn't dwell too deeply on the reasons.
After all, the way he'd obtained his bloodline was unusual, different from others—it made sense that things might not be straightforward.
"That's the gist of it..."
Tsubaki briefly explained the circumstances behind Sakura Miyajima's transfer. To Haruto's surprise, it turned out to be somewhat related to him.
Sakura's transfer had been arranged entirely by Miyajima Shihan, mainly because the kendo club advisor at the new school was a close friend of his.
The friend had approached Shihan, hoping Sakura would transfer to lead their kendo club.
In short, they wanted her to bolster the club's reputation and ideally lead them to a few championship victories.
To persuade Shihan, the school had made numerous promises—full tuition coverage, guaranteed admission slots, and the like.
Kuoh Academy was excellent, with direct advancement to its university division after graduation, but the new school's offers were too generous to ignore. Plus, with guaranteed admission, there was no need to worry about entrance exams.
Shihan was convinced.
He'd still been somewhat hesitant, but recently, Sakura had inexplicably started mentioning a certain handsome junior—Haruto—in his ear quite often.
That finally made Shihan resolve to act swiftly, reaching an agreement with the new school and arranging Sakura's transfer.
The whole thing had happened too suddenly, and Sakura hadn't wanted to go.
But in their household, Shihan had the final say. She hadn't even gotten the chance to say goodbye to her friends and classmates before being hurried off to the new school.
"Tsubaki, don't twist my words! I didn't decide to transfer Sakura just because she seemed to have taken a liking to Haruto!"
Sakura Miyajima's father, Shihan, scolded with a stern face before forcing a stiff smile at Haruto. "Haruto, no wonder Sakura mentions you so often. Like me, she admires the strong. She must have been drawn to your impressive physique."
Haruto very much wanted to say that his instincts were correct—Sakura Miyajima was probably just after his body. But not wanting to embarrass Shihan, he held his tongue.
Seeing Haruto remain silent, Shihan's smile grew even more rigid. He added awkwardly, "That girl Sakura... She kept going on about how handsome you are, how popular with the ladies, but never mentioned your strength. Otherwise, I would have had her invite you over much sooner."
Haruto gave him a strange look. Compliments delivered this clumsily? The old man was definitely up to no good.
If not for the fact that he still hadn't gotten Sakura's new school address, he wouldn't bother wasting time chatting with this old man.
Rather than talking nonsense with him, Haruto would rather discuss life and ideals with Tsubaki, who was staring at him intently while occasionally crossing her voluptuous thighs.
"Master Miyajima, I'll visit again when I have the chance."
Haruto paused before getting straight to the point. "I'd like to know which school Sakura-senpai is attending now."
Tsubaki narrowed her beautiful eyes, revealing a regretful smile. To think he was such a lovesick young man.
In that case, she might have to reconsider making a move. It would feel somewhat unfair to her daughter...
Haruto didn't know her thoughts. If he had, he would have leaned close to her ear, whispering breathily, "Madam, I want both you and your daughter."
Shihan opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but couldn't find the words.
"What's wrong? Master Miyajima doesn't want to tell me?"
Shihan indeed didn't want to, but facing someone who had defeated him, such words couldn't be spoken.
In his view, as the defeated party, he had no room for negotiation.
In the chaotic Edo period, the losing side would either die or become prisoners, with all their property, wives, and daughters falling into the victor's hands.
"Don't joke, Haruto. I was just thinking of how to phrase it."
Haruto curled his lip, not bothering to expose Shihan's clumsy lie.
"My daughter currently attends the private Aiho Academy, located in Haido District, Block Three..."
Haruto didn't listen to the detailed address. The moment he heard the school's name, it struck him as oddly familiar.
After a brief moment of thought, it suddenly clicked.
The new school Sakura Miyajima transferred to was the same one the Takamine sisters attended.
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