The room was steeped in inky shadows, untouched by modern lights, with only silver-gray moonlight carving out a patch of brightness. The atmosphere was one of profound serenity, perfectly aligned with the natural, tranquil essence of traditional Japanese architecture.
And what was more natural in this world than the primal dance of desire?
Something was bound to happen.
The mood was ripe—inaction wasn't an option. The Japanese were masters at reading the air.
Rustle, rustle…
In the darkness, some unseen creature stirred.
Little bugs made sounds for two reasons: foraging or mating.
A dark, windy night was perfect for such deeds—a truth even insects understood.
Rustle, rustle… squish, squish…
Fingers grazed a lush, protruding mound, eliciting a trickling sound with each swift slide.
Tsubaki seemed truly asleep, nestled in Su Ze's arms, yielding to his audacity.
Su Ze buried his face in her neck, inhaling deeply. The sweet, heady scent hit him like a dizzying wave.
Drunken play—a new experience.
His lips claimed hers, savoring the taste, as if drawing out the sake's lingering warmth.
A flush crept up Tsubaki's neck. Though her body remained still, her tongue began to dance with his.
Heavens, don't let my husband wake up.
Su Ze's hands worked eagerly, moving to peel off her top, but her hand gripped his tightly, stopping him.
"Hmph," he grumbled, his fingers delving deeper into her softness.
Tsubaki's teeth chattered, but she stifled any sound.
Su Ze lifted her, guiding her to kneel on the table, elbows propping her up, her head lowered toward Sosuke's sleeping form. Her body was limp, as if still drunk.
Rustle, rustle…
He unfastened her belt, sliding down her pants.
Moonlight bathed her full, pale curves, glinting faintly.
His commanding presence stirred her, coaxing sweet nectar from her core.
Tsubaki's delicate hands clenched into fists, her teeth gritted, bracing for the decisive strike.
As he entered, her eyes widened, nearly crying out.
"Such mature allure," Su Ze murmured, pausing after a short advance, exhaling in bliss.
His War Demon bloodline heightened his senses, his body drinking in the slick, sweet nectar, his thighs trembling.
They held the moment, time blurring, until Tsubaki turned her head, her almond eyes shimmering. She mumbled something.
"What was that?" Su Ze blinked.
"Move," she whispered, then shyly turned away.
His body tensed, one knee grounded, the other foot planted firmly. With a thrust, his hips met her lush curves in perfect harmony.
Tsubaki's swan-like neck arched high, a silent scream escaping as droplets of saliva spilled, utterly uncomposed.
Slap!
Su Ze struck her rounded peak, the sound sharp and startling. "Don't lower your head."
It was his command.
Tsubaki's gaze fixed on Sosuke, a vengeful thrill coursing through her, sending waves of nectar and a flood of desire points.
Su Ze held her steady, moving rhythmically.
Thud, thud, thud…
The table groaned under the strain. Tsubaki's vision swayed, but seeing no reaction from her husband, she let out soft, clipped moans.
Like a heavenly melody.
"Ugh… huh?" Sosuke's snoring stopped. He stirred, half-opening his eyes to see Tsubaki's face inches away. "Tsubaki, get me some water," he mumbled, then collapsed back into sleep, snoring louder than ever.
"Change… change positions…" Tsubaki pleaded, biting her lip.
Su Ze had wanted to play with the "whip" a bit longer but respected her wish, shifting their stance.
Her jeans were tossed outside.
He scooped her up, carrying her to Sosuke's side.
Tsubaki's body rocked, her face flushed, watching strange droplets fly outward—whether they'd quench Sosuke's thirst, who could say?
"Your sensitive spots are so like Sakura's," Su Ze teased.
Each motion brought a surge of pleasure, and his words made Tsubaki whimper, her body spasming.
His stamina was boundless now, and he indulged fully, planting his mark.
Tsubaki, ever dutiful, tended to him afterward.
Wasn't it also a way to cleanse herself?
Checking the system panel, Su Ze saw his desire points had climbed past three thousand.
A week's absence had built up Sakura's longing, their playful banter yielding 1,082 points.
Home visits were worth it.
Closing his eyes, he spent a thousand points, and a marker appeared in his hand.
[Item: XX Marker]
[Effect: Marks a target, with more marks extending duration up to three months. During this time, the target feels no desire for anyone but the marker's wielder and repels physical contact with others.]
A potent chastity pen.
Tsubaki's contradictory nature could make her wild if triggered.
"Lie down," Su Ze ordered.
Tsubaki obeyed, parting her legs.
He marked her inner thigh, the black ink stark against her gleaming skin, creating a striking contrast.
Finished, his interest reignited, and he began a set of "push-ups."
"Ze-kun! What are you doing?!" Sakura's head spun as she forced her eyes open, catching the moonlit scene.
Why was Su Ze holding her mother's leg?!
Tsubaki's pale limb stretched skyward, her elegant toes curling as if reaching a breaking point.
"Sakura, forgot? I'm the school's intimacy coach. I thought your mom needed some guidance," Su Ze said, activating his hypnosis.
He sacrificed some desire points to ease Sakura into accepting this.
She was someone he cared for—not just a tool.
"Oh, right…" Sakura nodded, blushing. "Actually, I've missed you too, Ze-kun."
He extended his hand.
Under the moonlight, the natural scene grew chaotic, shadows intertwining into six.
At dawn, Su Ze left the Miyajima house, leaving two invisible dragonflies behind.
With Sosuke and his father hypnotized, and the dragonflies in place, things were secure for now.
But he had other matters to attend to tonight.
In the dead of night, St. Girls' Academy glowed with construction lights.
Money spoke, and quiet work didn't disturb the neighbors—Su Ze owned the surrounding land.
In the principal's lounge, Omon Naozo hunched over paperwork, Tsukishima Kyoko sorting files nearby.
Both rarely returned to their apartments now.
School reforms demanded endless tasks.
As the saying went: the boss speaks, and the workers run themselves ragged.
While the leadership posed no issue, Su Ze couldn't hypnotize every female student and their parents, leading to countless complications.
Some students leaving was inevitable, but Naozo aimed to retain as many as possible.
This was just one of many challenges in the school's transformation.
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