Startled by Su Ze's urgency, Reina scrambled to find his phone and handed it over.
The phone was dead. Su Ze plugged it into the charger and powered it on.
The screen flickered to life.
Moments later, it booted up.
Su Ze's face was grim, almost frightening, and Reina's heart fluttered with unease.
Once the phone connected to the signal, a flood of missed call notifications poured in.
Su Ze scrolled to "Miyajima Sakura" and dialed back.
Beep, beep…
The call connected.
"Ze-kun, is that you?!" Sakura's voice burst through, brimming with joy.
"Sakura, are you okay? Where are you right now?" Su Ze's tone was low, urgent.
Compared to someone mature like Omon Naozo, a naive girl like Sakura was far more vulnerable to "bull-headed" predators.
In those kinds of stories, adults rarely succumbed unless they initiated it.
Young girls were different.
They could fall in countless ways.
At the Miyajima household, Sakura's face lit up as she answered Su Ze's call. After a week of silence, her boyfriend was finally back in touch.
"I'm at home, and I'm fine," she replied.
"Are you sure you're okay? Has anything weird happened lately? I was hospitalized and couldn't contact you—I'm so sorry," Su Ze said, his words tumbling out.
He was genuinely worried.
His growing power had only intensified his possessiveness.
The thought of being "cucked" was unthinkable.
"Ah! You were hospitalized?! Are you okay? Which hospital? I'll come see you!" Sakura's voice spiked with panic, her love palpable even through the phone.
"I'm fine now. Just answer my question," Su Ze pressed.
"Weird stuff…" Sakura tamped down her worry, tapping her pink lips in thought. Suddenly, she said, "Two days ago, a friend of yours came looking for you. Said he knew where you were and told me to go with him. But he seemed sketchy, so I didn't."
Su Ze's heart sank.
Damn it, I knew it!
"Who was he? What'd he look like?" he asked quickly.
"He said his name was Watase Itsuki. Blonde hair. He came by five days ago. I've seen him fighting near school before—how could you be friends with a guy like that, Ze-kun?" Sakura giggled.
Su Ze's face darkened.
Sakura might say that now, but if he'd been gone longer, and this Watase Itsuki pulled some sob story about him being in danger, she'd have fallen for it.
Son of a…!
Fury surged within him, but he kept his voice steady. "I don't have a friend named Watase Itsuki. Also, Sakura, I promised to visit your place last week, but I broke that promise. I'm sorry. I want to come by today. Don't worry—I'll handle things with your dad. There won't be any trouble."
Sakura blinked, flustered. "Oh, no, it's fine! Dad scolded me, but your health comes first, Ze-kun. You don't need to make a special trip for me."
She meant it sincerely.
But her situation was tough—she'd been grounded by her father.
"Pick a time, or I'll show up unannounced. I'm worried about you," Su Ze insisted.
His persistence warmed Sakura's heart, tears welling up. "Six o'clock tonight, then… I'm grounded, and Dad might make me transfer schools," she admitted, her voice breaking.
Her lips trembled, tears spilling over.
Su Ze's absence had hit her hard. Since that day, her father's cold demeanor had cast a shadow over her, every day steeped in tension.
"I'll convince him. We're not splitting up," Su Ze vowed earnestly.
"Thank you, Ze-kun," Sakura said, her tears giving way to a smile.
They chatted a bit longer, a sweet phone call, until Jinguji Narumi arrived with food, and Su Ze hung up.
Sakura was safe, but his expression remained heavy, simmering with anger.
This damn world gave no room for complacency!
Evil gods, bull-headed creeps, blonde delinquents lurking.
One day, he'd wipe out every last one of these monsters and take complete control of this world!
"Is something wrong, sir?" Narumi asked, dropping the "Father" title in this normal setting but still using respectful language.
"Just a small issue," Su Ze said, shaking his head, offering no further explanation as he dialed another number.
This time, it was Omon Naozo.
Naozo was fine, just missing him dearly and eager to visit upon hearing he was hospitalized.
"No need. I'm getting discharged today. I'll come by later," Su Ze said concisely, then added, "Look into a student named Watase Itsuki from another school. He hangs around Hyakka Academy and has a record of violence."
He was no longer powerless. With his influence, tracking someone down was easy.
"Got it," Naozo replied from the other end. Despite it being a Sunday, she was at school, overseeing construction progress.
Su Ze checked on Tsukishima Kyoko and Hirano Natsume next.
Both were fine, no sign of trouble.
Still uneasy, he called them himself to confirm they hadn't encountered any blonde "bull-headed" types.
Then he dialed Obata Yui.
She practically exploded with excitement at his call.
Who knows how many times she'd indulged in fantasies about him these past days, each one leaving her unsatisfied.
"Waaah! Great Instructor, I was wrong! I've found someone willing to be guided. Please, my mighty mentor, come back!" Yui sobbed, tears streaming.
She missed her "dragon" desperately.
"Hmph. You haven't done anything reckless, have you?" Su Ze asked bluntly.
"Never! I'd never betray my Instructor!" In her pink-drenched room, on a pink bed, Yui comically prostrated herself as if worshipping the phone.
A buzzing toy lay nearby—she'd been playing solo when he called.
"Alright, send me your address," Su Ze said, hanging up.
Just then, Kurashiki Reika returned, arms full of shopping bags. She'd changed into a sharp red blazer with lace-trimmed thigh-high stockings, exuding the elegance of a queen.
As a cosmetics company executive, Reika's fashion sense was impeccable.
The four sat down to eat.
The VIP patient meals were top-notch.
Starving, Su Ze devoured his food.
Yet, it felt… lacking.
His War Demon bloodline had sharpened his taste buds, making them pickier.
"Seven days, and already a blonde creep shows up?!" Su Ze fumed internally, chewing angrily.
He'd planned to hoard more desire points for a transcendent skill to permanently eliminate the risk of "NTR."
But now, with this threat, he couldn't wait. A single misstep could mean eternal regret.
He was cheating the system already—who'd want to be a pathetic green-turtled loser?
"System, craft an item…"
"How many desire points?"
Su Ze queried the system.
[2,500–3,000 Desire Points]
If he was crafting an anti-NTR item, it had to be top-tier.
Three women right here needed it, but he was over a thousand points short of nine thousand.
"Everyone full?" Su Ze asked, setting down his chopsticks and wiping his mouth.
"Of course…" Reika's eyes gleamed. Her sultry lips brushed Reina's, licking a stray grain of rice from her daughter's mouth. Arm around Reina's shoulder, she looked at Su Ze, her breathing heavy.
"Kāsan…" Reina and Reika gazed at him, thighs rubbing together, their eyes misty with desire.
"Otosan, let me go first," Narumi said, moving to undress Su Ze.
This was the true feast.
The taste of oyakodon? Only those who've tried it would know.
Reina was the classic sly sweetheart, Reika the commanding queen with a twist of contrast.
One a cunning little cotton jacket, the other a dominant mother.
And behind them, a father-obsessed eldest daughter.
Su Ze reveled in the ultimate bliss of having it all.
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