"Miss Yukinoshita, you chose this dress so well. Pure white and elegant—like a white lotus. But now your skin is a bit rosy, just like the most exquisite pale pink of a lotus flower. Very tasteful. I like it very much. Especially since it's very convenient—when you feel like it, you just lift the skirt and…"
Yukinoshita Haruno was almost going crazy. "No—that's not what I meant at all. It just so happened that I chose this outfit today."
Akira licked his lips, his still-elegant expression reflected in the elevator.
"Hmm, then I'm really lucky. But after you went to the restroom, you came out unconstrained. Wasn't that because you wanted me? Ah~! Being too handsome is such a bother. Every day, beautiful women like Miss Yukinoshita hit on me. If I weren't so strong-willed… tsk tsk tsk, I'd probably be a wreck by now. In some ways, you're also very lucky."
Yukinoshita Haruno retorted with her remaining sanity. "No—it's not like that."
"Still saying no? Your mouth is the hardest part of your body—saying one thing but meaning another. I've heard that girls like to say the opposite of what they mean. 'No' means 'yes.' Miss Yukinoshita is rejecting so strongly, so she must be very eager. And I certainly can't let Miss Yukinoshita down."
Akira's mind moved, and his phone floated beside the two of them. "Oops, I'm sorry. I accidentally pressed the record button."
"No—no!"
Yukinoshita Haruno's rationality was slowly collapsing. She didn't even notice that the phone could float in mid-air without anyone holding it.
"Such a strong reaction? Don't worry, I will find the best angle to record Miss Yukinoshita's beauty. Untainted by mud, cleansed by clear ripples, not demonic—what beautiful, jade-like skin…"
Every word from Akira was so elegant that one couldn't detect any blasphemy. Yet in Yukinoshita Haruno's ears, they were soul-stirring bullets that continuously eroded her will.
"No—this can't go on."
"Really not?"
"Oh dear, I'm really sorry."
Akira suddenly stopped moving, as if genuinely apologizing. But Yukinoshita Haruno felt as if she had instantly fallen from heaven to hell.
"No…"
Yukinoshita Haruno felt ants crawling all over her body. She wanted to scratch herself like a bear rubbing against a tree—but she simply didn't have that ability.
Akira smiled.
Bewitch Heart activated.
"You beg me."
"Please."
Human Cannon activated.
Abdicate the Throne activated.
Yukinoshita Haruno was only trapped in the elevator for an hour, but it felt like just a moment.
They say happy times are short.
Did she feel very happy during that time?
Thinking of all those embarrassing marks being wiped away by Akira using her bra and panties from her handbag, she was so ashamed she wanted to find a hole to crawl into.
"Mr. Akira, please don't forget about our Yukinoshita family's lease renewal."
Supported by Akira, Yukinoshita Haruno finally remembered the purpose of her trip. Akira's identity was not ordinary. Even if he didn't have a special identity, being able to easily buy thirty floors meant he could easily crush the Yukinoshita family financially. So she never even thought of using the elevator incident to embarrass Akira.
But at least her efforts had to receive a corresponding reward—to not be in vain.
Akira pinched Yukinoshita Haruno's cheek. "I won't forget. But not today. Today I have other things to be busy with."
Soon after receiving news of the elevator malfunction, Mrs. Yukinoshita rushed to the company. Now she even personally came to the company's main entrance to greet him. But her first concern was not Yukinoshita Haruno—it was Akira.
Akira felt a little smug inside.
Having money and status feels superior.
Although the news of his S-Class rank hadn't been announced yet, just by owning the thirtieth floor of Skyscraper X, Mrs. Yukinoshita had to greet him with a smile.
"Yes."
"My daughter has caused you trouble."
"No trouble. I just helped a little."
It was indeed just a small help—just making her legs tremble when she walked.
Mrs. Yukinoshita supported Yukinoshita Haruno and said respectfully, "Mr. Akira, do you have time to visit our company and discuss the lease renewal?"
"I've already had preliminary discussions with Haruno. But your Yukinoshita family still needs to show enough sincerity."
Mrs. Yukinoshita thought for a moment and was about to speak.
Akira raised his hand to stop her. "I don't have much time this afternoon. We'll discuss related matters later. As for the specific time, I will inform Haruno. I'm leaving."
Akira turned around elegantly and walked away.
Mrs. Yukinoshita, who didn't know exactly what had happened, turned to look at Haruno.
"Mom, let's go inside and talk."
Once in the conference room, Yukinoshita Haruno didn't know where to start. But in the end, she didn't say what method she had used to make Akira change his mind.
She only said that the specific terms would be discussed in detail at their next meeting.
After resting for a while, Yukinoshita Haruno went to the restroom to clean up. Seeing those two items in her handbag, her face involuntarily turned red.
Mrs. Yukinoshita was very smart. Although it wasn't an intentional touch, she felt a subtle change in her daughter. Today she didn't even wear an undershirt—something she would absolutely never do normally. Thinking of the two of them being alone in the elevator, a bold idea instantly sprouted.
It shouldn't be… that bad, right?
The floor issue was almost handled, so Akira went to the garage and casually found a four-seater car to drive back to the dojo.
Although he hadn't returned last night, his past self had unlocked a strange talent for Busujima Saeko: role-playing. Role-playing was good—tutor, maid, cook—just thinking about it made his blood boil.
But now wasn't the time to think about such things. While Busujima Saeko hadn't returned yet, he needed to figure out how to use his "psychokinesis." As for the Yukinoshita family, he could put that aside. After all, they were the ones in a hurry—he wasn't anxious at all. However, he needed to gauge it well; otherwise, the cooked rice might fly away.
He multitasked, first controlling several wooden swords to clash. Then he tested the power of psychokinesis—a bottle of soda was compressed to the size of a dewdrop. As for the range of psychokinesis, it was roughly similar to his sword qi: the further the distance, the weaker the power.
After a series of messy experiments, Akira finally developed a Psychokinesis Sword—an invisible psychokinetic weapon whose form was directly controlled by his mind. Calling it a sword was really up to Akira's imagination; its main features were invisibility and abstraction.
After playing for a long time without any new discoveries, Akira gave up on exploring.
Spirit data panel: 111.8. Psychokinesis performance was impressive, but to see the damage, he would have to fight to find out. Currently, Akira felt that in terms of power, he couldn't compare to Tatsumaki, but his psychokinesis was more flexible and precise to use. When combined with the qi of strength, his power significantly increased by a notch.
"I'm back."
Busujima Saeko pushed open the dojo door and saw Akira's shoes placed at the entrance.
And seeing these shoes, Kirigaya Suguha's inner joy was even stronger than Busujima Saeko's. Yesterday she had taken a day off and hadn't seen Akira. It was the same today, so from after school, she had been looking forward to it.
This guy… really, he doesn't even know to call me.
"I'm here too, Mr. Akira."
"Mm. Welcome back."
Akira walked to the doorway and leaned against the wall.
Kirigaya Suguha rushed over and whispered in Akira's ear, "Don't look—Senior Busujima already has a boyfriend!"
Akira wanted to laugh a little but still feigned surprise. "Who is it?"
"I heard he's a rich second-generation who drives a sports car. His car alone is worth a hundred million yen. Give up!"
"Suguha, what are you mumbling about~!"
Kirigaya Suguha was practically clinging to Akira. Busujima Saeko couldn't help but speak up to remind her.
"Nothing. This is a secret between Mr. Akira and me. Right?"
Akira found it amusing, so he nodded.
"Alright. Atomic Samurai will personally be present at the finals of this year's National High School Kendo Tournament. We need to practice."
Kirigaya Suguha first let out a resounding "Oh," and then her spirits sagged. She clutched her stomach and looked at Akira.
Akira's heart skipped a beat, and he said guiltily, "Why are you looking at me?"
"Idiot. My stomach hurts."
"I can't cure a stomach ache."
"Oh, come on~!"
Kirigaya Suguha rolled her eyes so hard they almost went to the heavens.
"Alright, Mr. Akira, stop teasing her. Suguha is on her period, so she won't be able to spar these two days. You rest well and make sure you can perform normally in the competition."
"Understood, Senior Busujima."
Busujima Saeko chuckled lightly, picked up a bamboo sword, and walked toward the dojo.
The moment the door closed, Kirigaya Suguha leaned in to kiss him.
"Mr. Akira, did you miss Suguha?"
"Of course! No."
Busy. Busy improving his strength. How could he have time to miss her?
"Hmph. I was still thinking of letting you come to my house tonight."
"Aren't you on your period?"
Kirigaya Suguha's cheeks were flushed. "You only think of dirty things!"
She crossed her arms—her cleavage astounding—then stuck out her tongue. "Who says you can't just because you're on your period? But your performance today wasn't up to par, so I won't let you come."
Akira pinched Kirigaya Suguha's face. "Then don't you ever beg me again."
"I'd rather jump off the school building and die outside than beg Mr. Akira."
Pfft.
Akira really couldn't hold it in and burst out laughing.
Just then, Busujima Saeko also came out, having changed into her dojo uniform. Without the role-playing now, her attire was very normal—it was visibly obvious that she hadn't used a sash to restrict the fullness of her chest.
"Since Suguha can't spar today, just watch carefully from the side. These past two days, Mr. Akira has taught me a lot of new knowledge."
Tying her hair with a hairband, Busujima Saeko walked back to the dojo.
Akira picked up a wooden sword and entered lightly.
"Big sister, you've been very happy these past two days."
The Fubuki Group—a dense crowd of people—walked down the street.
"Is it that obvious?"
The thought of Akira joining the Fubuki Group made Fubuki very excited. Since such an agreement had been made, Akira certainly wouldn't go back on his word. Today was already over. But there was no sound from headquarters. And she hadn't heard of anyone encountering a particularly strong monster—all the A-Class heroes who had seen them were dead, and headquarters hadn't released any information.
"Mm~! Very obvious."
"Big sister, could it be that you're in love?"
A female B-Class Hero asked, half-jokingly.
Fubuki lifted her face, her aura like a queen. "How could that be?"
But as soon as she said this, the image of Akira holding her flashed in her mind.
"Stop joking around. Hurry up and deal with the monster. Tonight, the Fubuki Group is having a get-together."
"Oh~!"
Upon hearing about the get-together, the Fubuki Group members immediately rubbed their fists together, eager for action.
"Mr. Akira, has your sword skill improved again?"
"Isn't it obvious?"
Although he used a wooden sword, Busujima Saeko's dogi had many cuts—revealing her fair skin and captivating curves.
"However, it's only when I spar with you that I'm like this. I just wonder if you've learned anything from it."
Busujima Saeko stood still. "Too many cooks spoil the broth. I think for now, I'll stick to the previous plan."
Clack, clack, clack!
Each collision of the wooden swords was accompanied by the girl's glistening sweat. The slime trembled—its visual impact maximized.
"Mr. Akira, you've reached your limit, haven't you?"
Busujima Saeko licked her lips, revealing a murderous expression.
Akira was a bit confused, then remembered that this girl was role-playing. "Wait—let's clarify the plot first! How did you just start acting on your own?"
Busujima Saeko's face flushed. "I'm sorry, Mr. Akira. I wanted to let loose a bit."
"Alright. I'll tell you—the plot should go like this… and then like this…"
After he finished speaking, both of them got into character.
Busujima Saeko completely unleashed her nature, fully displaying the murderous personality hidden deep within her. At that moment, Akira felt Busujima Saeko's body undergo some strange changes. In an instant, her strength and speed surged. Like a madwoman, she charged at Akira recklessly, attacking furiously.
What was this? Monster transformation?
But Busujima Saeko's body didn't show any strange changes—it was just that her already crumbling dogi gradually disintegrated as the intensity of their battle increased, becoming tattered and torn, with fragments of clothing scattered all over the dojo.
"Saeko? Can you hear me?"
Busujima Saeko glared coldly, ignoring him.
"Heh. If I don't beat you for three days, you'll climb onto the roof and tear off the tiles, right? And we just fought yesterday."
"Demon, prepare to die!"
Akira unleashed his absolute power, and Busujima Saeko was instantly brought under his control. Knowing each other inside and out, Akira didn't follow the usual procedure and immediately started with Human Cannon.
Busujima Saeko, who had been fiercely resisting at first, gradually softened under Akira's "education."
"Mr. Akira, I really don't know what happened just now!"
Busujima Saeko lay on the ground. She was now completely sober and in control of her body.
Akira stroked his chin. "Did you have any special feelings just now?"
"All my senses were there, but I couldn't control my body. And just now, when I regained control, I felt like something had merged with me."
"Then show me your strength now."
Busujima Saeko propped herself up. The speed and strength she displayed were even greater than when she had lost consciousness earlier.
Akira didn't understand it either. But his senses did perceive that there was no longer any abnormality within Busujima Saeko's body.
So… did this "lesson" cause the murderous personality hidden deep within Busujima Saeko to completely merge with her?
Akira felt it was somewhat miraculous. But in this situation, he should use Abdicate the Throne.
Busujima Saeko's improvement was a fact—and it was also a fact that she couldn't defeat Akira.
"Mr. Akira, what exactly is going on? If I really have some kind of illness, then you should go find other girls."
"Silly girl, what could possibly be wrong? It's just a small problem, and I've already cured you."
"Really?"
Busujima Saeko lay in Akira's arms, feeling uneasy.
"Really."
Akira answered decisively.
But this time, even Akira's words wouldn't make her blindly believe.
Suguha is quite good. Let her take care of Mr. Akira.
Akira didn't know that Busujima Saeko was already helping him find a woman—he was still happy about Busujima Saeko's complete integration.
On the other side, Kirigaya Suguha was at home, hugging a pillow and drawing circles to curse Akira.
After comforting Busujima Saeko, Akira returned to his room and took out his phone.
Today, I shouldn't encounter an event where the anti-addiction hourglass is completely swallowed up instantly, right?
However, thinking about his experience with Quetzalcoatl yesterday, he actually felt it wasn't bad at all.
Calming his mood, Akira clicked on Eroge.
In an instant, he disappeared from the room.
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