Miyajima Tsubaki's heart was beginning to yield.
The emotions surging within her were impossible to control, yet the stronger they became, the less she could accept his help. "No, Kazuma, you mustn't get involved in this matter."
She bit her lip and looked up, meeting Kazuma's gaze with her beautiful, reddened eyes. "This had nothing to do with you in the first place. If you get dragged into it, not only the Boeyman family, but even Miyajima Sōsuke won't let you off."
She couldn't hide the worry and concern on her face. "So, just like Sakura, you mustn't get involved in something like this!"
A certain feeling was quietly taking root in her heart. Precisely because of what she felt for Kazuma, precisely because of this affection, she couldn't allow him to be placed in danger.
"An unrelated party? Aunt Miyajima, you just played with me," Kazuma complained, feigning hurt. "Trying to distance yourself so quickly? Playing with someone and then ruthlessly tossing him aside—Auntie, you're so heartless."
"That's not what I meant." Miyajima Tsubaki's eyes softened. "Kazuma, if you want, I can come to you anytime. Auntie can secretly be your lover..."
Kazuma interrupted her, the corner of his mouth twitching. "So Auntie admits she's my woman now? In that case, I can't agree even less. I'm not like Miyajima Sōsuke. I don't have the habit of handing my woman over to someone else."
As he spoke, Kazuma flashed a mischievous grin. "Doing it in secret is no fun. Auntie should openly be my woman."
"I keep telling you, it will be dangerous, you child." Miyajima Tsubaki gripped the hem of her clothes so tightly that her knuckles turned white. Her heart was wrapped in a warm current, throbbing endlessly. The stunning beauty wiped at the corner of her eye with a helpless expression. "Kazuma, do you often say things like this to girls? It's really... really unfair."
Her heart felt as though it were melting. Her voice turned hoarse. "It's just... I don't want you to be in danger..."
Kazuma took her hand. "It's only Boeyman. To deal with him, I wouldn't even need to lift a finger myself. Whether it's Boeyman or Miyajima Sōsuke, they're both no more than trash by the roadside to me—the kind you can kick aside without a second thought."
Hmm, maybe that was a bit too boastful.
"Senpai, you've seen what I can do. You know that better than anyone, right?" Kazuma turned his head.
Don't talk to me. I don't want to talk to you right now. You two were acting all lovey-dovey just now—did you even consider my feelings at all?!
Watching her mother speak so intimately with him, Miyajima Sakura felt completely invisible, like she'd been force-fed an entire meal of romantic nonsense. It left her utterly depressed.
But since it concerned her mother's safety, she could only nod repeatedly. "Mom, he really isn't an ordinary person... but we don't necessarily have to rely on him. This monster lady also has the power to charm people, right? Controlling those people should be enough."
Monster? She's a monster?
"Miss Miyajima," Shizuka said cautiously, glancing at Kazuma before forcing out an awkward yet polite smile. "My current power isn't enough to completely control others."
After all, even the hypnosis she had used on Miyajima Sakura was mainly a matter of guiding desires. Full hypnotic control was extremely difficult.
"Besides, I'm Kazuma's captive. Without his permission, I can't act recklessly," Shizuka added, sounding every bit like an obedient subordinate.
"..."
Miyajima Sakura lowered her head and shot Kazuma a resentful look. "Alright, it seems we can only rely on you. I don't want Mom to get hurt either, so I'm counting on you, Kazuma-kun."
The senpai felt a little ashamed of herself. She suddenly realized just how powerless she was, unable to do anything. If she had power like Kazuma's, perhaps she could protect her mother.
Miyajima Sakura had never been the kind of girl who craved power. Even when she kept losing to Tosaka Fuyuka, she never really minded. She loved kendo and sought strength, but not power for its own sake.
But now, with something like this happening in her family, a new desire had arisen within her. She wanted to become stronger—stronger as quickly as possible.
"Kazuma..." Even her daughter had said so. Combined with Kazuma's confident, domineering gaze, it made Mrs. Miyajima's heart tremble. The affection in her eyes as she looked at him was almost tangible. If possible, of course she wanted someone to save her.
That was her wish.
Miyajima Tsubaki, whose emotions were on the verge of overflowing, had not yet found the chance to pour out her heart to Kazuma when Shizuka suddenly interrupted. The succubus looked toward the entrance. "Someone's coming in... Could it be Miyajima Sōsuke?"
"Father is back?"
The senpai didn't know how to face that scumbag. She was furious inside, but seeing her mother's icy expression, she knew there was no point in questioning him now.
After all, the relationship between her mother and him had completely fallen apart.
But if he were to run into Kazuma-kun...
"Kazuma-kun, what should we do?" Miyajima Sakura asked, unconsciously treating her junior as her pillar of support. "He'll see you in a moment. Should you hide? Or should I go stop him?"
Kazuma's expression turned strange.
Miyajima Sōsuke's status in his daughter's heart had plummeted again and again. By now, he was probably no different from a stray dog by the roadside.
"Wouldn't being seen be perfect?" Kazuma chuckled. "Senpai, don't worry. He might even welcome me."
"Sakura, let him see if he sees," the beautiful lady said, agreeing with Kazuma. She even moved closer to him, wishing that man would realize his wife had already been taken by someone else.
Miyajima Sōsuke looked like a stereotypical Shōwa-era man. The scar on his face, his sturdy build, and his perpetually stern expression made it hard to imagine him as a cuckold. When Kazuma saw him, he couldn't help but find it strange.
Then again, in this world, anything was possible.
Miyajima Sōsuke, noticing the unfamiliar young man in his house, fixed him with a cold stare. His already stern face grew even harsher. "Who are you? Why are you in my house?"
Shizuka observed Miyajima Sōsuke for a few moments before quickly losing interest. He was just an ordinary man. His physique was strong enough, but compared to Kazuma... well, there really was no comparison.
Miyajima Tsubaki looked at him with an icy gaze.
As for Miyajima Sakura, as she looked at the father who had once seemed so familiar, she suddenly felt that he was a complete stranger.
None of them spoke. They simply looked at him with unfamiliar eyes.
"Sir, I'm just a passerby," Kazuma said cheerfully, as though he were a tourist visiting a famous estate. "I saw this house and thought it looked rather impressive, so I came in to take a look."
As he spoke, he displayed the Universal Pass in his hand. "I assume that's acceptable, right?"
Miyajima Sōsuke frowned. For some reason, this brat instantly disgusted him, making him deeply uncomfortable. Especially the way he was sitting beside his wife, as though he were the master of the house.
Though he disliked it immensely, he found himself unable to refuse. "Fine. Please, look around."
He finished speaking expressionlessly, then shifted his gaze away, unwilling to look at Kazuma any longer. Turning to his wife, he said flatly, "Tsubaki, come with me. I have something to discuss with you."
"Whatever you have to say, say it here." Miyajima Tsubaki clearly had no intention of giving him any face.
The man's expression darkened.
"Aunt Miyajima, don't say that. I'll go with you. It's the perfect chance to show me around. I've never lived in such a large house—"
"Of course, Kazuma." The moment Kazuma spoke, Miyajima Tsubaki immediately changed her tune. The double standard was painfully obvious. The look she gave him was filled with deep affection.
Miyajima Sōsuke's face grew even uglier.
Miyajima Tsubaki walked beside Kazuma, showing him around the Japanese-style villa. Miyajima Sōsuke followed alongside, taking deep breaths.
Ignore him. Ignore him.
"Tsubaki, there's a ball this weekend. Young Master Boeyman will be attending as well. Dress up and come with me."
Miyajima Sōsuke finally stated his purpose.
"Oh? What a coincidence. I happen to be going to that ball this weekend as well," Kazuma said, genuinely amused by the coincidence. He winked at her. "Auntie, go without worry. I'll be waiting for you there."
The lady's heart warmed instantly. Glancing at Miyajima Sōsuke's unpleasant expression, she secretly took Kazuma's hand and nodded obediently.
"Mhm."
At that moment, it felt as though Kazuma were her true husband.
The boy glanced strangely at Miyajima Sōsuke, curled his lips, and secretly began kneading the aunt's perky bottom right there in a hidden manner.
The man seemed not to notice. "That's a banquet for high society. You?"
Kazuma let out a mocking laugh. "I can walk into a mansion like this whenever I want. Why wouldn't I be able to attend a ball? What do you think, Mr. Miyajima?"
Miyajima Sōsuke's face instantly flushed red. No matter how displeased or furious he felt, he could only swallow it. He forced a smile onto his face, though it looked worse than crying.
"It's getting late. Isn't it time for dinner?" Kazuma rubbed his stomach. "Auntie, I'm hungry."
"You're staying for dinner too?!"
Miyajima Sōsuke's brows nearly twisted together.
"He's a guest. What's wrong with him staying for a meal?" The lady was as cold as ice toward Miyajima Sōsuke, yet as warm as fire toward Kazuma. "Kazuma, Auntie will cook for you right away."
"..."
Miyajima Sōsuke felt increasingly uneasy, especially when he saw the meaningful look on Kazuma's face. It irritated him for reasons he couldn't fully explain.
At the dinner table, Kazuma chatted cheerfully with Mrs. Miyajima and Miyajima-senpai while being fed by the aunt. There was laughter and joy, and at the same time, he was secretly making small movements under the table.
The lady was deliberately teasing him.
Meanwhile, Miyajima Sōsuke was almost completely ignored, making him feel like an outsider.
"Kazuma, how does it taste?"
"Delicious, so fragrant. Just as fragrant as Auntie herself~"
"You sweet boy. If you like it, eat more. If it's not enough, Auntie will make more."
Miyajima Sōsuke gripped his chopsticks so tightly they nearly snapped.
I really want to kick him out!
But he couldn't.
Kazuma glanced sideways at the man's aggrieved expression and curled his lips. *This is just the beginning. There's more explosive stuff later.*
After dinner, Kazuma quietly walked over to the bathroom door.
"What are you doing?"
The old-fashioned man followed him, glaring fiercely.
"Oh, Mr. Miyajima, I was planning to take a bath."
"Can't you see Tsubaki is still inside?!" He was truly furious. "Brat! Get away from here—"
That Universal Pass appeared before his eyes once again, cutting off his words. Kazuma smiled innocently. "As a guest, you should entertain me properly. So, Mr. Miyajima, I can go in, right?"
The man's expression was terrifying—angry, twisted, frantic, complex emotions mixed together, making him feel like he was about to explode. Then all of it turned into a single sentence, forced out with difficulty. "Please, go in."
He stepped aside.
The Universal Pass was truly universal.
No matter how displeased or resentful he was, he couldn't withstand the power of the secret tool.
He couldn't withstand it, truly couldn't!
At this moment, he could only watch helplessly as the boy entered the bathroom to bathe with his wife. He even heard the sound of the door being locked!
What are you trying to do?! You bastard!!
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