Chapter 630: Yukino Stacked Up! Acknowledging Existence and the World of Works!
The air in the bedroom was heavy, thick with the scent of musk, sweet perfume, and the undeniable heat of bodies intertwined.
"Ren... why is Yukino first again?"
Haruno's voice was a sultry purr, vibrating against the shell of Yukino's ear.
"Because Yukino looks easy to bully."
Ren's voice was deep, laced with a dominant amusement that sent shivers down Yukino's spine. He was right, and she hated how her body betrayed her indignation with a tremble of anticipation.
"Ugh, no... don't suddenly hit me hard!"
Yukino let out a stifled cry, biting her lip as a sharp, stinging sensation bloomed across her soft skin.
"Tsk, Yukino, there's a handprint on your butt now," Haruno teased, her fingers tracing the red mark Ren had left. "It's not very symmetrical."
"!!! Sister, what are you doing?"
Yukino gasped, feeling her sister's hands wandering with a familiarity that made her face burn.
"Hehe, it's symmetrical now," Haruno chuckled, her breath hot and moist. "And I must say, the feel is quite good. Soft and elastic."
"Wait... Mother... Miyuki, you're lying beneath Yukino."
Ren's observation drew attention to the current, chaotic arrangement of limbs and bodies on the expansive bed.
"..."
Yukino looked down. Her eyes met the gentle, yet burning gaze of her mother, Yukinoshita Miyuki. The resemblance between them was striking, yet the differences were cruel in Yukino's eyes.
She was crouching over Miyuki, her smaller frame dwarfed by her mother's voluptuous curves.
Especially when she felt the soft, oppressive weight of Miyuki's chest pressing against her own. It was a crushing defeat in terms of volume and softness.
'Why?' Yukino lamented internally, her cheeks flushing a deep crimson. 'We are a family. We share the same blood. So why am I the only one who didn't inherit those genes?'
Her gaze flicked to Haruno, then back to Miyuki. Both her sister and mother were blessed with figures that could drive men mad—full, heavy, and undeniably feminine.
And then there was her. Plain. Unremarkable. Modest.
No matter how many times she witnessed them swaying with Ren's movements, or watched as Ren's large hands kneaded their soft flesh, creating valleys and peaks, she would always feel a pang of deep, biting regret.
"Ren..." Miyuki whispered, her voice breathless and heavy with desire. "Focus on Yukino. She needs to grow."
"Indeed."
Ren's eyes darkened. He particularly liked their 'hearts'—the very symbol of their womanhood.
He had even used some special techniques, channeling his energy to stimulate their bodies to a state of hyper-lactation. He called it 'growth stimulation,' but Yukino knew it was just his wicked taste.
Yukino really didn't want to recall the humiliation of the past few hours. Ren had forcefully demanded her to taste the sweetness produced by her sister and mother.
"It's beneficial for your growth, Yukino," he had said with a wicked grin, forcing her head down.
That creamy, rich taste... the feeling of being drenched in the warm, sweet milk of her own family... it was too strange. It shattered every boundary of shame she had left.
She was already over two hundred years old chronologically! Why was she still being treated like a child who needed to drink milk to grow?
Originally, Ren had said he wanted to try hers as well.
But... Yukino looked down at her own chest. It was tragic. The plain and unremarkable Yukino—those who knew, knew. There was nothing there to give.
Now, she was experiencing the difference firsthand again. The friction of skin against skin, the overwhelming softness of her mother beneath her and her sister behind her, made her feel like a doll being played with.
Deeply regrettable!
"Oh dear, this is fun. Let me join in properly."
"Wait, Sister!"
Haruno pressed close, her body molding against Yukino's back like a second skin. Yukino was now completely sandwiched, trapped between the suffocating softness of her family.
"Hehe, what's wrong, my dear sister?"
Haruno had a cunning, impish smile on her lips. She exhaled a warm breath into Yukino's sensitive ear, causing the younger girl to shudder violently. "You seem to be enjoying this 'family time' quite a bit."
"Eh?"
Ren let out a soft exclamation of surprise, stopping his movements for a split second.
Because Yukino's reaction was very interesting. The walls of her inner sanctuary clamped down tight, reacting to Haruno's teasing.
"Haruno, Miyuki. Do it."
Ren's command was absolute.
"OK."
Haruno was the first to understand. Her hands moved, sliding down Yukino's waist to hold her hips firmly.
"Don't blame me, little Yukino. This is for your own good."
"No!"
Yukino wanted to stop them, to flee from this overwhelming sensory overload, but it was already too late.
Even Miyuki had wrapped her arms around Yukino's waist from below, locking her in place.
"Mother...!"
"Be a good girl, Yukino," Miyuki cooed, her eyes misted with pleasure.
Yukino now had only one thought: she wanted to find a crack in the ground and crawl into it. The shame was burning her alive, melting her rationality into a puddle of goo.
Unfortunately, Ren wouldn't let her escape.
His hands gripped her hips, guiding her, controlling her.
Such a flustered, teary-eyed Yukino... it really made one want to bully her thoroughly. To break her composure until she was nothing but a mess of pleasure and submission.
The night was long, and the sounds of the Yukinoshita family's 'reunion' echoed until dawn.
It was noon the next day.
The sun hung high in the sky, filtering through the curtains of the living room.
Ren finally left the bedroom. He walked out, buttoning his shirt, looking refreshed and energized, a stark contrast to the chaotic scene he had left behind in the bedroom.
Many people had already gathered in his living room.
As expected, everyone residing in the house had come. The Nakano quintuplets, the girls from Saekano, the dangerous women from Akame ga Kill!—it was a full house.
They were all here because of the message Haruno had sent to the group chat the night before.
For the sake of Icarus and Altair.
"Ren, did you enjoy yourself?"
Sawamura Spencer Eriri sat on the sofa, pouting her small lips. Her twin tails twitched with irritation.
Honestly.
He clearly had the ability to easily soundproof the room. A simple barrier, a wave of his hand—that was all it would have taken.
But he deliberately didn't.
He made them listen. For hours.
They sat in the living room, listening to the muffled cries, the wet sounds, the soft pleading of Yukino, and the teasing laughter of Haruno. It went on for a long time.
It made Eriri want to eat cream puffs too. It made her legs tremble and her face burn.
And there were many with this thought.
Look at the shy Nakano sisters—Ichika, Nino, Miku, Yotsuba, and Itsuki—all fidgeting in their seats, crossing and uncrossing their legs, trying to hide their flushed faces.
What made Ms. Izumi laugh and cry was that Sagiri was completely sprawled in her arms, rubbing back and forth in plain sight, her eyes swirling with a mixture of curiosity and awakened desire.
After Ren came out, the atmosphere shifted instantly.
Everyone else's gaze also involuntarily focused on his chest. He hadn't buttoned his shirt all the way up yet, revealing the toned muscles and the faint scratch marks left by a certain kitten.
Facing Eriri's resentful questioning, Ren didn't feel an ounce of shame.
He smiled with extreme shamelessness, smoothing down his jacket. He nodded as he walked towards the center of the room. "Hmm, it was very enjoyable. Do you want to try too, Eriri?"
"Hmph!" Eriri turned her head away, her face turning the color of a ripe tomato. "Stop talking nonsense! We have important business now."
Ren chuckled and sat down.
Opposite him, Icarus and Altair sat on the sofa, surrounded by everyone like rare exhibits.
One sat stiffly, her wings tucked in tight. The other had her eyes closed, arms crossed, exuding an aura of indifference.
"Master."
Seeing Ren approach, Icarus's deep green eyes fluctuated with light. She called out softly, her voice filled with relief.
"Hmm."
Ren nodded and sat beside her, naturally placing a hand on her head. Icarus leaned into the touch, her expression softening.
Then he looked at everyone, his expression turning serious. "They are both very special."
They were indeed very special.
Everyone present was capable of destroying a city, or even a universe, so their insight naturally allowed them to easily see through the nature of the two guests.
One was a complete mechanical construct—a weapon of mass destruction wrapped in the skin of a girl.
The other was a person with special powers and strange attire, existing in a state of flux between reality and fiction.
"They are abnormal life forms," Akame said, her voice calm but her hand resting near her weapon. "Do they need to be eliminated?"
To a professional assassin, abnormalities were threats. Threats needed to be eliminated.
Hearing the word "eliminate," Altair opened her eyes.
Her bi-colored eyes—one red, one blue—glanced at Akame. There was no fear, only a cold calculation.
But she didn't express anything. She didn't summon her sabers.
She had already discovered that the dozens of women here were all centered around Ren. They were his territory.
At least Ren, who personally gave her a new essence of existence and saved her creator, would not kill her.
"You could say that. But they are very special, not enemies."
Ren waved his hand, signaling Akame to stand down.
He looked at Kasumigaoka Utaha, the novelist of the group. "Utaha. Icarus, artificial angel, distinct pink hair, variable wing core... does that sound familiar to you?"
"Icarus?"
Utaha, suddenly asked, was startled. She adjusted her posture, her black pantyhose-clad legs crossing elegantly.
Her thoughts instantly returned to the past. To the books she had read. To the stories written by the man she loved.
Icarus. A familiar name.
From... Heaven's Lost Property (Sora no Otoshimono). Ren's light novel!
Wait.
Icarus. Artificial Angel. Pink hair.
"You mean..." Utaha's eyes widened, her usually calm demeanor cracking. She stared directly at the girl sitting beside Ren. "She's from Heaven's Lost Property?! The character you wrote?"
"That's right. She was born from the content of the light novel."
Ren casually flipped a hand.
Space warped, and a physical copy of Heaven's Lost Property appeared in his grasp. Beside it, a holographic projection of Altair's online character design sheet materialized.
"They were both born from creation. Altair is a fan-created character by Shimazaki Setsuna—a secondary creation that gained life. As for me... I could be said to be Icarus's creator in this world."
"Characters born from creation?"
"Living stories?"
Everyone was very surprised. The concept was mind-bending.
Cocolia, who dealt with the Stellaron and complex realities, immediately thought of a possibility.
"Then, based on various works... will worlds be born? And will there be life within them? If a story is popular enough, does it become real?"
Ren didn't answer immediately. He looked at Altair.
The professional began to explain.
Altair uncrossed her arms. Her voice was cool, metallic, and authoritative. "The birth of a world is not based on every so-called work. It requires the 'recognition' of people in this present world. A large amount of 'Existence Power' given by extensive recognition—the belief, the love, the hate of the audience—will allow worlds and life to be born."
Altair's explanation was not complicated, but the implications were massive.
"That means it requires the recognition of readers or viewers, and in large quantities."
Utaha's eyes flashed with understanding. As a creator herself, she grasped the concept quickly. She thought of a better descriptive term.
"Popularity?"
Works with higher popularity can attract more attention. More attention means more cognitive energy focused on the concept.
And thus, it is easier for worlds to be born.
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