Noon, the office.
Jin lay on his back with his head resting on Miwa's thighs. The back of his skull sank into that plush softness that the black stockings didn't manage to conceal but rather accentuated, like wrapping that invited you to imagine what was underneath.
The fitted beige skirt had ridden up a few inches under the weight of his head, revealing the edge of the lace tops of her stockings and a strip of skin he caught in his peripheral vision.
Miwa's fingers combed through his hair gently, gliding between the strands and caressing his scalp with her fingertips in slow movements, as if she were handling something infinitely fragile.
"Jin-kun, are you comfortable?"
Natsuha's sweet voice came from the opposite end. She was seated by his feet, with Jin's legs stretched across her lap, and her fingers pressed into the soles with a technique that oscillated between a legitimate massage and provocation.
"Mmm..."
Jin half closed his eyes, sinking into that triple sensation enveloping him. Plump thighs under his head, gentle caresses through his hair, warm pressure on his feet.
If this was dying, he didn't need heaven.
"Jin-kun, say aah~!"
Akane's playful voice claimed him from the side. She was kneeling beside him, leaning over his body, and between her plump lips she held an already peeled grape, glistening with juice, offering it to him mouth to mouth while her eyes sparkled with mischief.
Jin opened his mouth.
But right when his lips were about to close around the fruit, Akane bit down.
The grape split between their mouths. The half Jin got burst on his tongue with an explosion of sweetness, while a thread of juice trickled down the corner of his lips. Akane chewed her half with a triumphant smile.
"..."
Jin looked at her.
Akane returned his gaze with half lidded eyes and cheeks slightly puffed with fruit.
The defiant smile was still dancing on her lips.
'She deserves a punishment.'
Before she could react, Jin's hand closed behind her nape and pulled her down. Akane's lips barely had time to part in a gasp of surprise before his sealed them completely.
"Mm~... mmph~♥️ mmph...!"
The sound of protest drowned between their mouths.
Jin's tongue forced its way past her teeth with an authority that allowed no negotiation, found that small, slippery tongue trying to escape and caught it, tangling it with his own as he swept the inside of her mouth, collecting every last drop of grape juice that remained with a thoroughness that made her tremble.
The tips of Akane's ears flared an intense red and her fingers, which first rose in a gesture of resistance, ended up clinging to Jin's shirt over his chest, crumpling the fabric into trembling fists as her body surrendered inch by inch to the kiss.
With his mouth still occupied, Jin's other hand didn't stay idle.
His fingers descended from Miwa's hair, trailed down her neck, and slid over her flat stomach through her blouse. The fabric was thin, almost useless as a barrier, and the heat of her skin seeped through his fingertips like a current guiding his path upward.
When his palm closed over one of her breasts, Miwa reacted.
"Mm~... Jin-kun♥️..."
She tried to maintain her composure, but the tremor in her throat gave her away completely.
Jin, without releasing Akane's mouth or taking his eyes off hers, blindly found the nipple already standing at attention and trapped it between his thumb and index finger. He pinched and twisted it.
"Ah~♥️!"
Miwa arched her back sharply, pushing her chest into his hand, and her thighs squeezed around Jin's head. Her eyes, behind the glasses that had gone crooked from the movement, clouded over with a watery layer that threatened to spill over.
Meanwhile, from the foot end, Natsuha watched the scene with her cheeks puffed in an indignant pout.
Her two "friends" were getting attention.
Akane had Jin's mouth. Miwa had his hands. And there she sat, with his feet in her lap, like a spectator with a front row seat but no ticket to the show.
'HOW MEAN!'
But she wasn't the type to wait for an invitation.
Her hands left the soles of Jin's feet and began to climb. They traced his ankles, his calves, his thighs, slowly, until her fingers found the waistband of his pants.
She unfastened it without hesitation, pulled down the zipper, and slid her hand inside.
What she found was already completely hard, hot, and throbbing against her palm.
A satisfied smile curved her lips as she freed it from the fabric and tried to wrap her hand around the base.
She began stroking up and down, her eyes locked on Jin's reaction.
'I can take care of myself too~'
The office had become a silent battlefield where three fronts attacked simultaneously, and Jin was the center of all of them.
However, just as the heat in the room threatened to melt the walls, a buzzing shattered the atmosphere.
The phone on the desk vibrated with the brutality of a bucket of cold water.
Jin released Akane's mouth, and she gasped as she caught her breath with swollen, glistening lips. He pulled his hand from Miwa's chest, and she let out a frustrated whimper. And he gave Natsuha a gentle pat on the head, and she stopped mid stroke and looked at him with an expression of protest so genuine it almost made him ignore the phone.
Almost.
He stood up without bothering to pull his pants up, walked to the desk with his erection swaying without any attempt to hide it, and picked up the phone.
A message.
(Mr. Jin Tsubakihara, good afternoon. You have passed our initial review. Please present yourself today between 2:00 and 2:30 PM at Seika Jogakuin Academy to participate in the interview.)
'It's finally here...' His eyes lit up.
"Is it something important?" Akane's voice came from behind him.
"No, nothing. Just something unimportant."
There was no reason to involve them in that matter.
"Then come back quick!" Natsuha's anxious voice called out from behind. "I can't wait any longer!"
Setting the phone down with a sigh, he turned around, and what he found emptied his mind of any thought about academies, interviews, and conspiracies.
The three of them had undressed.
At some point between when he stood up and checked the message, the clothes had vanished.
Blouses, skirts, underwear, all discarded in a messy trail across the office floor.
And now they lay facedown on the desk, side by side.
Three asses aimed directly at him.
Miwa's was outrageous: fat, round, ripe, with that perfect peach shape that stretched the skin taut, with that deep cleft that swallowed the shadows and screamed for him to bury his cock in it.
Natsuha's was smaller but equally provocative: firm, perky, with that gelatinous roundness that defied gravity, and just so there was no doubt about her intentions, she shook it. A back and forth sway that told him everything without opening her mouth.
Akane's looked soft and far more generous, with that creamy paleness that blushed at the edges where flesh met thighs. Hers was raised higher than the others, pushed up by animal instinct even though her face was buried between her arms.
Miwa turned her head, revealing a crimson face, and behind her glasses her eyes were glassy, fogged with a hunger she no longer bothered to disguise.
Natsuha also turned her head, flashing him a naughty bitch smile while wagging her ass as if to say "What are you waiting for?"
And Akane didn't move. She didn't need to. All you could see were her red ears burning between her arms. But her body spoke for her: the obscene arch of her back, her hips trembling, offering herself completely without saying a single damn word.
"Jin-kun~♥️..."
Three voices in unison, uneven and desperate: Miwa's broken, Natsuha's hot and impatient, Akane's barely a thread of voice smothered against her own arms.
But all three begged for the same thing.
"Please~... use us♥️..."
Three perfect asses. Three soaking wet women. One desk.
Jin took off his shirt.
...
[Intimate contact with Akane Nanao: +1,300 Points]
[Intimate contact with Miwa Shirakawa: +1,200 Points]
[Intimate contact with Natsuha Shinomiya: +1,800 Points]
The notifications flickered as he buttoned up his shirt in front of the office bathroom mirror.
Behind him, through the half open door, the three of them lay scattered across the desk in varying states of satisfied unconsciousness.
After the profoundly deep academic discussion, he finally understood how the point calculation for "intimate contact" worked.
It was simple in concept but complex in execution: the number of points depended exclusively on the woman's degree of satisfaction. The more intense the pleasure she experienced, the higher the points earned.
However, it wasn't unlimited.
Each woman possessed her own limit, a natural ceiling determined by her constitution and her capacity to feel, and once the maximum climax her body allowed was reached, the points locked at that value no matter how much longer the sex continued.
With his current abilities, bringing each of them to orgasm posed no problem whatsoever. The real variable was the height of that individual ceiling.
Akane: 1,300. Miwa: 1,200. Natsuha: 1,800.
The difference was notable.
Natsuha had the highest threshold of the three, which meant she was the most passionate, the most receptive, the one who could climb the highest before hitting her limit.
And considering her usual antics, her natural shamelessness, and that mischievous look she always threw his way, the result didn't surprise him at all. Natsuha was fire on legs, in and out of bed.
He checked his panel.
[Points: 4,300]
The number was low, and the reason was that the previous night he had made an investment.
80,000 points. All spent on a single acquisition.
He had converted his Mana into "Magnetic Field Rotation," elevating it directly to the level of one hundred thousand horsepower. A brutal leap that had drained his reserves but placed him in a completely different league.
Magnetic Field Rotation came from the cosmology of "Sea Tiger": a fundamental force of the universe, omnipresent and indispensable.
Mastering it allowed cellular level physical enhancement, the reorganization of matter, the hardening of any substance, the reading of thoughts, and at higher levels, the ability to influence life itself, causality, fate, space, and time.
It was exactly what he needed.
A complete ability, with no blind spots, and practically infinite growth potential.
But Rotation alone wasn't enough. Power without technique was like a cannon without aim.
He needed a combat system to complement that foundation.
Among the Four Great Styles, he had evaluated each option carefully. The Tin Mo system relied too heavily on mental state. The Hell system was versatile and technical, but its learning curve was unnecessarily long. The Haiko system had the highest ceiling of the four, ideal for the long term, but slow in delivering immediate results.
And then there was the Orga system... Pure brute force. No frills, no subtleties. The kind of style that solved problems by throwing them through a wall.
Jin smiled.
There was no helping it. He simply liked brute movements.
Twenty thousand points for Orga's Whale Killing Dominant Fist. A trade he didn't regret.
But after this spending spree, he was down to the bone. He had come today expressly to recharge them, and the girls had delivered beyond expectations.
However, the points earned confirmed a reality he already suspected: fucking only his three women, as pleasurable as it was, had limited returns. Three fixed sources with individual ceilings produced a stable but modest amount.
For his ambitions, he needed more.
And that was precisely what made Seika Jogakuin Academy so attractive to him.
Not just because of the students in danger he needed to protect... But because behind that corrupt facade existed a structure that, once conquered and replaced, could become something far more useful under his control.
'First, investigate the forces backing the academy, and if their power turns out to be mediocre...'
'...I take everything.'
The idea was simple.
Usurp the position of those who controlled the academy, dismantle the system of abuse, and rebuild it as his own point farm.
And with Magnetic Field Rotation in the realm of one hundred thousand horsepower, he had the muscle to back up that arrogance. In practical terms, his body could withstand the direct impact of a nuclear bomb without suffering permanent damage.
With that kind of power, he felt he could afford to be considerably bolder.
'I can't wait any longer...'
He left the office after saying goodbye to the three of them, who barely mumbled responses, and walked down the street toward the train station.
Or at least that's what it looked like.
Because halfway down an empty block, the tip of his toe touched the ground, and his figure vanished.
There was no flash, there was no sound, there wasn't the slightest hint of movement. He simply stopped being there.
A couple of people stopped, staring at the empty spot on the sidewalk with confused expressions. One of them rubbed their eyes, the other turned their head in every direction looking for something they swore they had seen a second ago.
But there was nothing left to see.
By then, Jin was merely a residual image tearing through the air at an absurd speed, an invisible blur shooting in a straight line toward Seika Jogakuin Academy.
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