A week had passed since Naoki's return from China.
During that time, he didn't copy any new Peach Blessings. Not because he was lazy or lost motivation, but because the next target couldn't be taken lightly.
After the incident at Zhongnanhai, Naoki realized that Spatial Refraction alone wasn't enough to approach high-risk targets without being detected. Therefore, he dedicated his free time to developing a more advanced, more perfect, and more undetectable concealment technique.
On the surface, Naoki's life looked like a typical third-year high school student counting down the days to graduation.
He never skipped school again. Every morning, he woke up, had breakfast, and went to school on time. In class, he sat at his desk, listened to the teacher teaching or at least pretended to listen, and did assignments. His grades were mediocre—enough to pass, not enough to stand out.
He socialized with his friends as usual. Sato and the others often invited him to game centers or cafes after school. Sometimes he accepted, sometimes he declined with the excuse of being busy.
No one was suspicious.
No one knew that behind that ordinary high school uniform, was hidden an identity that would shock the world if made public.
After school, Naoki returned home, changed clothes, and trained in Mato. He honed the four Peach Blessings he had copied. «Ame-no-Mitori», «Golden Hour», «Crazy Sheep», and «Decimal Point»—all tested, combined, and their limits explored.
And at night, after training was over and his body began to tire, it was time for 'dual cultivation' with Tenka.
Every night, almost without exception, Tenka would appear through a portal in his room. Sometimes she came earlier, sometimes later, depending on patrol schedules in Mato. But she always came.
They would chat briefly, exchange stories about their day, then share the intimacy that had now become their nightly ritual.
Occasionally, Naoki secretly visited the Seventh Unit dormitory. There, using Spatial Refraction, he observed the life of his classmate, Wakura Yuuki.
From behind his invisibility, Naoki witnessed how Yuuki's days were filled with various activities.
Household chores were the most frequent. Yuuki cooked, cleaned, washed clothes—all domestic tasks that he might have done in his own home, he now did for the girls of the Seventh Unit. He did it with a smile, without complaining, as if it was its own happiness.
But that wasn't the part that left Naoki speechless.
What astonished him was Yuuki's life filled with fan service.
Thanks to Kyouka's Peach Blessing, «Eternal Chains», Yuuki was bound in a strange slavery contract. That ability allowed Kyouka to make contracts with any living creature. While under her command, the slaves received innate physical ability enhancements—strength, speed, senses, endurance. In Yuuki's case, his physical appearance changed drastically when transformed, reflecting the power increase he gained.
But there was one rule that was most unique and strange: after a slave completed a task for Kyouka, she had to give them a reward proportional to the amount of work done. This was an absolute obligation for Kyouka to be able to use her power again, and she couldn't resist this urge.
The reward given to slaves usually depended on their own subconscious desires. And in Yuuki's case, his rewards were always intimate and sexual in nature.
Naoki witnessed with his own eyes how Yuuki received various forms of 'rewards' from Kyouka. Kisses on the cheek, kisses on the lips, tight hugs, touches that shouldn't happen between master and slave.
Once, Naoki saw a scene that was truly beyond reason.
Yuuki was being trampled by Kyouka.
Not ordinary trampling. Kyouka, with black stockings wrapping around her slender legs, stepped on Yuuki's groin area and face with a cold yet authoritative expression. And Yuuki... he enjoyed it. The expression on his face wasn't pain, but pleasure that was hard to hide.
Naoki watched all of this without expression.
Clearly, Yuuki had a trampling fetish.
This benefit apparently didn't only come from the Chief, but also spread to other members like Shushu and Himari, creating an ecosystem of relationships filled with sexual tension, while only Nei remained outside the circle because she was an elementary school student.
Although the scene was quite exotic to ordinary eyes, Naoki still felt unimpressed.
To him, Yuuki was just a repetition of the passive perverted protagonist type, similar to Hyoudou Issei—a man who enjoyed lewd situations but lacked the courage or initiative to take the final decisive step despite being surrounded by beautiful women ready to serve him.
Compared to those two protagonists, Toujou Basara left them far behind in the dust.
While Issei and Yuuki only enjoyed fan service and long-winded ecchi scenes, Basara had impregnated his two stepsisters, his childhood friend and his childhood friend's little sister, his former enemy, and even his mother's friend!
There was no word 'waiting' in Basara's dictionary. If he wanted something, he would take it. If he loved someone, he would prove it with real actions—not just words or passive attitudes.
Naoki admired Basara.
Not because he agreed with all his actions, but because of his courage to act, to take risks, to not get trapped in the hypocrisy of the 'naive harem protagonist' that had become a cliche in the ACG world.
And although Naoki currently hadn't built a harem—only Tenka was his woman so far—he at least had tasted the forbidden fruit.
He didn't just fantasize.
He didn't just watch from afar.
He acted.
If not for the fact that he always used Okamoto products every night, Naoki was sure Tenka would have taken maternity leave long ago. The intensity of their 'dual cultivation' almost every night.
So, when he saw Yuuki who only 'got' kisses and trampling, while Naoki every night 'enjoyed' Tenka in various positions and variations...
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"Ha Ha Ha! Finally! It took eight days of hard work to master this technique!"
Somewhere in Mato, in the middle of a barren landscape only decorated with horn-shaped rock formations, Naoki couldn't help but laugh out loud. His voice echoed among the rocks, mixed with satisfaction.
Eight days.
Eight full days since his return from China, filled with intensive training, endless experiments, and dozens of failures.
And now, the result was before his eyes.
"Let's call this technique... Dimensional Displacement!"
Naoki stood upright, his pupils still showing the golden-blackish inverted cross pattern—a sign that «Pandemonium» was active, with the Thaumiel slot glowing brightly accessing «Ame-no-Mitori».
His body profile appeared to vibrate subtly before becoming transparent and finally disappearing completely from the naked eye's view.
The mechanism behind Dimensional Displacement was far more complex than simply refracting light. Naoki used «Ame-no-Mitori» to "loosen" the spatial molecules right around his body, effectively shifting the frequency of his existence to a deeper Sub-Space layer. Although physically he was in the between dimension, the coordinates of his existence remained locked to the real world.
Naoki walked past a group of Shuuki, yet not one of them noticed his presence.
Light in the real world no longer had a medium to reflect off his body because he wasn't in the same spatial layer. Light just passed through where he stood as if there was only empty air, making him totally invisible even to the most advanced optical sensors.
Even better, Naoki didn't leave footprints on the dusty ground. He didn't shift even the smallest dust particle and didn't create air ripples when moving quickly. Technically, his feet didn't step on the material world's floor; he glided on a different frequency. He had become a ghost in the most literal sense—existing yet untouchable, present yet undetected.
Naoki stopped his steps and looked at the watch wrapped around his wrist. The clock hands already showed 17:40 in the afternoon. The purple hue of Mato's sky appeared increasingly dark, signaling the change of time.
"It's already evening. I'll start the action tomorrow."
A sense of satisfaction enveloped his heart. With «Dimensional Displacement», there would no longer be any forbidden areas for him, and no Peach Blessing he couldn't copy.
Naoki then snapped his fingers, forming a black portal to his room in the real world. With calm steps, he entered the portal, leaving Mato's silence and preparing for tomorrow.
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