"N-No, I'm not! I'm at a female classmate's house!"
On the other end of the line, Natsuka shook her head frantically in a panic. Even though her mother couldn't see her, her movements subconsciously quickened.
"Alright then, but be careful when you're out. If anything happens, remember to call Mama~" Natsuba said with concern.
"I understand, Mama. Then it's settled."
Natsuka hurriedly hung up the phone and finally let out a long sigh of relief, leaning back into Kenji's embrace.
Kenji reached out, gently kneading Natsuka's full breasts. Feeling the softness in his hand, he couldn't help but tease, "It seems your mother guessed it. Her daughter has a boyfriend—why didn't you explain such an important matter?"
"I'm shy! Really—" Natsuka buried her face in Kenji's chest, her voice muffled.
"What a bad daughter," Kenji smirked, leaning close to her ear and kissing her gently.
Under his teasing, Natsuka's sensitive body soon felt the sensation again. She trembled slightly as Kenji whispered in her ear, "Bad daughters need to be punished. Hurry up and call me Daddy!"
The night was still very long.
The ambiguous atmosphere in the room grew thicker, as if it would ignite the night... Time moved to the next morning.
After eating breakfast, Natsuka obediently reported her safety to her mother, Natsuba. Her mother's concerned instructions came through the phone, and Natsuka agreed to each one, her face overflowing with a happy smile.
Afterward, Kenji took her back to school together.
Today's campus life was as peaceful as ever.
In class, the teacher lectured incessantly at the front, but Kenji didn't listen to a single word.
He took this time to concentrate fully on writing out the entirety of the first volume of 'sword art online.' He even drew some simple illustrations based on the images in his mind.
Since the memories in his mind were quite clear, transcribing them didn't stall at all. The tip of his pen rustled on the paper at a high speed; in two days, the first volume was already complete.
"I'll take a trip to the company in person after school."
Thinking this to himself, Kenji carefully placed the finished manuscript into his backpack.
When the time comes, I should just go buy a laptop. Having a laptop will make typing a bit more convenient.
As for the company, he, the 'President,' still had to go once. Although he really wanted to be a completely hands-off boss, some things couldn't be done without him.
He had to quickly arrange the tasks for building a novel website, producing games, animation, and music, so these plans could be implemented as soon as possible.
As soon as class was over, the classroom instantly became lively.
Students got up to move around one after another, and Natsuka immediately stuck to Kenji's side.
Last night, the two had spent a night of lingering and sentimental pleasure. That scorching heat and tender embrace seemed to still linger on their bodies.
After that night, Natsuka had completely opened her heart, regarding Kenji as the indispensable other half of her life.
When they were together, they were naturally intimate, with no more barriers between them.
The word 'dear' now came out of Natsuka's mouth so smoothly, without any trace of bashfulness.
After all, the two had already had negative-distance contact; this intimacy had long since transcended the boundaries of words.
"dear, look, this is Tanaka Hajime from our grade, right? How tragic!"
As Natsuka spoke, she handed her phone to Kenji. The phone screen showed today's news.
It turned out that a tragic car accident had occurred near the school, and a student named 'Tanaka Hajime' was killed on the spot. Afterward, it was found that the driver was drunk driving and was eventually sentenced to four years in prison.
Kenji leaned over to take a look and said nonchalantly, "Yeah, it's pretty tragic. His brains were crushed flat..."
"Eek, stop it, that's so scary!"
Natsuka shuddered in fear and quickly covered her ears.
Kenji grinned, a flash of imperceptible coldness flickering in his eyes.
He knew in his heart that it probably wouldn't be long before that imprisoned drunk driver was released. Those police officers had long been bribed; the so-called drunk driving was just an excuse to shut people up.
As for why Kenji knew so clearly?
Because he was the one who personally arranged the matter of Tanaka Hajime.
Who knows when that guy would have mastered the ability of hypnosis? Such a potential threat had to be dealt with early to put one's mind at ease.
And if you want a person to disappear, those underworld elements have plenty of means. Staging a car accident is just the simplest method among them.
Public security in Japan is not like back home . As long as you give enough money, anything can be easily accomplished.
In fact, it wasn't just Tanaka Hajime; Kenji had issued kill orders for many people.
For example, the guy from the doujinshi plot related to Kanako has probably been chopped into minced meat by now.
The power of a 'Capitalist' is no joke.
Kenji could obtain the help and protection of all the Capitalists in Japan. He only needed one phone call to mobilize the underworld organizations and assassin organizations kept under some Capitalists.
Making certain people without power or influence quietly disappear was naturally an easy task.
"By the way, dear, have you heard?" Natsuka suddenly said mysteriously, "Many male students and male teachers in the school have been ordered to be dismissed or transferred. I heard that a lot of new teachers will be coming in a while, and the school's recruitment this time seems to only be for female teachers."
"Uh..." Kenji was momentarily at a loss for words, not knowing how to answer.
Because he was the one who did this too... Step by step, slowly turning the school into his harem was one of his plans!
...Just as the two were chatting heatedly, teasing each other in a relaxed and cheerful atmosphere, something unexpected happened without warning.
The third-year Kanako, walking hurriedly and with a hint of panic, actually took the initiative to come looking for them at this time.
She lowered her head slightly, her cheeks already as red as the burning sunset. Her legs also twisted uneasily back and forth; her whole person was like a volcano about to erupt, looking as if her desires were about to explode.
Kenji's heart skipped a beat, and he thought 'oh no' to himself.
He was so busy with Natsuka's business last night that he actually forgot to relieve her itch!
Seeing that Natsuka beside him was about to ask who the other person was, Kenji hurriedly cut in and said urgently, "It's about joining the club, right? Let's go outside and talk!"
Natsuka tilted her head slightly, her eyes full of doubt, and asked, "So it was about the club?"
Kenji forced himself to stay calm and said with a smile, "Yes, Natsuka, wait for me here. I'll go check their club and come back right away."
Natsuka's lips curled up slightly into a sweet smile as she said, "Okay, come back soon~"
Kenji celebrated in his heart; he was truly too clever!
He hurriedly took Kanako and left the place quickly, avoiding a confrontation.
The two came to the empty rooftop balcony. Kenji turned back and locked the door, then turned to look at Kanako and asked, "Kanako, why did you suddenly come to my class to find me?"
Kanako, however, seemed to have completely lost her mind. She directly wiggled her hips, her voice coquettish and tinged with urgency: "I... I couldn't help it! Master... you won't allow me to masturbate, and I've been enduring since yesterday morning... My body is about to burn up."
As she spoke, Kanako directly stripped off her underwear in two motions, then leaned against the wire mesh while sticking her plump buttocks out toward Kenji, her mouth constantly muttering, "Master, hurry and relieve this bitch's itch~"
Looking at her like this, Kenji shook his head helplessly and said, "Alright, you've worked hard to endure for so long."
He thought to himself that the power of the Super Huge Penis was truly dominant, just like being addicted to a drug, making it hard to restrain.
Kenji had no choice but to spend some time helping Kanako relieve her itch.
"Speaking of which, Kanako, are you interested in becoming a celebrity idol in the future?"
While Kenji was working hard "galloping," he asked softly in Kanako's ear.
Kanako was a bit dazed by this sudden question. Her body trembled with Kenji's movements as she said intermittently, "Ce... celebrity idol? Oh ho ho, Kanako's... brain is already occupied... can't think anymore—"
Kenji gently pinched her ear and scolded with a smile, "What a stupid sow!"
Next, Kenji slapped Kanako's buttocks hard twice and said, "I'm planning to select a few artists later. Your looks and voice are both quite good, so I plan to train you. Just agree with a grateful heart!"
Kanako gasped repeatedly from the two slaps and hurriedly said, "Ka... Kanako agrees! It's no problem for Master to make me do anything! It feels so good! Use more force, oh ho ho—"
Kenji then continued, "You dummy. There's one more thing. You're from a single-parent family, and your father died early, right? Find a time to take me home; I want to meet your mother and talk to her about this as well. Do you understand?"
Kanako nodded incessantly and said, "Yes! Kanako understands!"
Kenji frowned and ordered, "Refer to yourself as bitch!"
Kanako panted heavily and said loudly, "bitch understands, oh ho ho—"
Only then did Kenji pat her large buttocks in satisfaction.
When the time comes to meet her mother, Morii Kaede, he'll find another opportunity to take her mother as well, and then this family will be perfect.
But speaking of school clubs, it was as if a door to a new world had suddenly opened in Kenji's mind, and he gradually had some different ideas.
He knew in his heart that his gaze couldn't be limited to just his current class.
After all, in this vast campus, other grades and classes must also hide many beautiful women, like brilliant pearls left in corners, waiting to be discovered by him.
Like Kanako, who was in the third year.
If it hadn't been for that party hosted by Kumon Keiko, in such a coincidental setting, Kenji might not have gotten to know her for a while.
Furthermore, Kenji understood that girls in other grades and classes were very unfamiliar with the name Kenji and might not know him at all.
After all, he didn't have any fame right now.
If he were to rashly go forward and strike up a conversation while the other party was completely unprepared, it would certainly seem very abrupt. It might even cause the other party to feel resentment and vigilance, which would be more loss than gain.
But if there was a club, the situation would be completely different.
Japan's club culture is different from that back home.
Due to the quality-oriented education promoted by the Japanese government, for Japanese children, from the time they start school—whether it's elementary, middle, high school, or university—club activities basically run through their entire student life.
Therefore, the experience of club activities also becomes the youth that most Japanese people miss the most.
Among them, there is also one most important point.
Club activities allow one to get to know many seniors who have already graduated. These seniors will become very important aids for newly graduated rookies.
This brings up Japan's 'mentorship culture.'
Seniors have already established themselves in society and accumulated a lot of experience, so they can provide a lot of resources to juniors, giving them a certain advantage in employment.
It's like the difference between participating in campus recruitment yourself and having a senior's internal recommendation back home.
Of course, the dynamic that promotes mutual assistance within 'academic cliques' is mainly because people who graduated from the same school gather together and can more easily form an important group within a company to obtain common interests.
After all, everyone 'graduated from the same school'; this is the bond of relationship.
Therefore, club activities do not just represent hobbies; they also become a social platform for a student to get to know seniors through activities and then receive their care.
It could be said that with Kenji's current financial power, 'caring' for others was simply a piece of cake.
As long as he made the club famous, he could naturally get to know those girls in the name of the club and then invite them to join under the gimmick of an entertainment company cultivating idol stars.
This was a good reason that wouldn't seem abrupt and would increase the opportunity to get to know each other.
The more Kenji thought about it, the more he felt it was a good plan. The corners of his mouth curled up slightly as he began to calculate how to form and promote the club.
After he finished relieving Kanako's itch, Kenji went to Katsuko Kurose to apply for the club.
However... Katsuko Kurose had a cold expression, her brow tightly furrowed. Her eyes were full of dissatisfaction and concern as she bluntly expressed her strict refusal to Kenji.
"Kenji, I must say, you are an international student. Adapting to the learning environment here takes time. This morning I was still worried that you wouldn't be able to keep up with the learning progress here. Now, look at you—you're actually thinking about applying for a club? Don't you think about it? With your current situation, how can you have so much energy to balance both? Don't let your studies become a mess, and the club collapse because of your lack of energy. That would be terrible."
Katsuko Kurose leaned back in her office chair somewhat tiredly, slowly raising her hand to rub her head, her eyes full of concern and seriousness.
"Kenji, you have to be clear that the most important thing for you right now is to put all your heart into your studies. Being able to get into a good university in the future is the more important thing for your future development. Don't put the cart before the horse."
"Uh..."
Kenji was slightly stunned and subconsciously scratched his head, for a moment not knowing what to say in response.
What Katsuko Kurose said was indeed reasonable. If he were just an ordinary international student, newly arrived, just adapting to the completely new environment and catching up with the intense course progress would probably be enough to make his head spin. Where would he have the extra energy to carefully manage a club?