At dawn, Su Ze slipped out of the Miyajima household, leaving two invisible dragonflies behind.
With Sosuke and his father under hypnosis and the dragonflies in place, the house was secure for now.
But tonight, he had other matters to attend.
In the dead of night, St. Girls' Academy glowed with construction lights.
Money spoke, and quiet work—on land Su Ze owned—kept the neighbors undisturbed.
In the principal's lounge, Omon Naozo pored over documents, while Tsukishima Kyoko sorted files nearby.
Both rarely returned to their apartments these days.
School reforms demanded endless effort.
As the saying went: the boss speaks, and the workers run themselves ragged.
While leadership was no issue, Su Ze couldn't hypnotize every female student and their parents, spawning countless complications.
Some students leaving was inevitable, but Naozo fought to keep as many as possible.
This was just one of many hurdles in the overhaul.
"We need to recruit teachers fast. If it comes to it, have the Ministry of Education send people," Kyoko said, stretching with a groan.
"Go rest, Kyoko," Naozo replied, adjusting her glasses without looking up.
She was studying construction blueprints.
St. Girls' Academy was Su Ze's envisioned stronghold. He'd used desire points to wish for a meticulously crafted design, perfectly suited to his tastes.
But Naozo wanted to add personal touches to please him.
"Sigh, I miss Ze-kun," Kyoko murmured.
For a mature woman to say that, it wasn't easy.
Su Ze had called them earlier but hadn't visited, leaving Kyoko a bit downcast.
Knock, knock!
The door rattled.
Both women glanced at it warily.
"Open it," a familiar voice called.
Naozo shot up, disbelief flickering—she couldn't believe Su Ze was here now.
She hurried toward the door, but Kyoko beat her to it.
The door swung open.
Su Ze's imposing figure filled the frame.
"Ze-kun!" Kyoko threw herself into his arms, her cheek pressed against his chest, her face blooming like a begonia.
"What's that about?" Naozo pouted, arms crossed, her curves accentuated as she tapped her foot in mock irritation.
"Long time no see, Naozo, Kyoko," Su Ze said, closing the door and extending a hand to Naozo.
Her cheeks flushed, embarrassed her little mood was noticed, but she couldn't resist his embrace, stepping forward to hug him.
The two women kissed his cheeks, one on each side.
Soft curves pressed against him, Su Ze's mind heated, blood surging.
He guided the beauties to the bed, tumbling down with them.
Soon, a flurry of colorful clothes sailed through the air.
Su Ze deliberately kept Naozo's pantyhose and stilettos on.
Kyoko's thick garter stockings and flat heels stayed too, adding a unique flair.
"Ze-kun's weapon is terrifying~"
"I go first~"
"No, Ze-kun's clearly more into me."
Kneeling on either side, the women grasped his "handle," bickering over who'd take the lead.
"Together," Su Ze said, pressing their heads gently. Their sultry lips met either side in unison.
Grown women, still squabbling?
Why not both at once?
There was plenty to go around.
After a week apart, their desire burned fiercely, and Su Ze, pleased, fed them X-gum to stoke the flames.
Now, two wild beasts prowled the lounge.
Lying back, Su Ze watched four "melons" sway. Naozo claimed the prime spot, while Kyoko ground against his thigh, her hips swaying instinctively.
After a moment, he flipped them over, their gasps filling the air as he stacked them like a sandwich—only two layers, sadly.
But it was fair.
Kyoko, usually outranked due to status, got equal treatment.
Su Ze, the impartial lord, ensured both enjoyed the same delights.
Time surged by, hours vanishing in a blink.
Su Ze's strength was monstrous now, taming both women in an hour. What followed was their symphony of cries.
Mature beasts? No match for him—the apex predator.
On the bed, he held their plush waists, diving into school reform issues with a lack of tact.
He grasped the main conflicts.
Construction noise kept the boarding students awake, driving many to consider leaving. Plus, with male teachers ousted, they lacked instructors.
The latter was fixable—recruit or borrow from the Ministry.
The former was trickier. Completion would take months.
Then there was money. As an elite academy, costs were astronomical.
The bank president funding it was nearing his limit, now under investigation.
"You've worked hard," Su Ze said, rubbing his temples with a smile.
[Kyoko's Joy: +230]
[Naozo's Joy: +280]
That one comfort outdid any physical thrill.
"It's our duty," Naozo said, her honeyed thigh shifting against him, love radiating.
"Just don't forget us," Kyoko added, her tone wistful.
Su Ze smiled. Reika and Reina's oyakodon was exquisite, and his fascination with his War Demon bloodline had kept him engrossed too long.
Such pleasures should involve more people.
It'd accelerate his bloodline's growth.
For joyful indulgences, the War Demon blood craved more. For pain or sorrow, it adapted, evolving resistance.
"I really want to fight Oriba or Hina," Su Ze mused. "But first, I'll handle things here."
Even if time froze, he couldn't fully savor a battle otherwise.
The biggest issue was the school's prolonged construction, likely requiring a system solution.
Closing his eyes, he wished to conjure a school outright.
His lip twitched.
"A million points?! Even cutting features, it barely drops!"
Wishing directly was a terrible deal, burning desire points like kindling.
"Better try another way."
He envisioned a new item.
[Confirm Exchange: Infrastructure Saburo?]
[Infrastructure Saburo: 1,000 mechanical rats capable of precision material processing. Input blueprints for rapid, 1:1 construction.]
[Cost: 37,000 Desire Points]
[Current Desire Points Insufficient]
"That's the one!" Su Ze's eyes lit up.
Reika and Kyoko each yielded seven to eight thousand points, the Miyajima household nearly ten thousand. After deducting four dragonflies, he was still far short.
No time for slow gains—time to farm points.
He rolled atop Naozo's plush hips, pressing forward as she arched with a soft cry.
Kyoko gaped. After all he'd given, he still had more?
But that was a good thing!
With a sly grin, she knelt on Naozo's back, locking lips with Su Ze.
Naozo struggled to hold up, burying her burning face in the pillow, waves of overwhelming sensation crashing through her. Please, not like that!
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