Chapter 640: Saeko Busujima: Ren, do you understand an overwhelming itch?
Rory Takakura: "You turn into a bug yourself, and your children are also bugs... Uh, it's a bit hard to imagine." The gothic priestess shuddered slightly, the image of insectoid offspring making her skin crawl despite her usual fascination with death.
Kiana: "Wow, imagining that scene makes my brain tremble!" The Valkyrie sent a dizzy emoji, clearly overwhelmed by the cosmic horror described.
Exusiai: "Exterminate them! Lock and load, let's turn them into Swiss cheese!" The angel's enthusiasm for firepower was undiminished, even in the face of eldritch horrors.
March 7th: "Hmm, Himeko said the same thing. Anyway, the train was almost swallowed by that big bug. It was super gross!"
Shiroyasha: "It feels like a memetic contamination. If there was such a blessing, it should be very interesting." The White Night King's tone was dangerously playful, hinting at her chaotic nature.
Bronya: "Although I don't know what Lady Shiroyasha means by 'interesting,' it feels very dangerous. The analysis indicates a high probability of mental corruption."
Ren: "Heh heh, what she finds interesting might indeed be very dangerous for ordinary people, after all, she's a problem child."
Shiroyasha: "...If you have something to say, you can say more. Don't think I won't come over there and pinch you!"
Ren didn't reply to her, wisely choosing to avoid provoking the solar spirit further.
Ren: "March 7th, judging by your situation, the train is safe and sound, right?"
March 7th: "Mm-hmm, we met a kind person, who said he was a Pure Beauty Knight. He helped us and made the Giant True Sting spit the train out of its stomach. It was like... blegh, but amazing!"
Sakata Gintoki: "Uh, what's a Pure Beauty Knight? So many things I don't understand. Is it like a mayo knight but for beauty?"
Tingyun: "The Knights of Beauty are one of the forces under Idrila, the Aeon of Beauty." The foxian merchant explained gracefully.
Tingyun: "A Knight of Beauty should be a classical knight of the Knights of Beauty, a solitary wanderer across the universe, steadfastly practicing 'Beauty'."
March 7th: "Emmm, yeah, Argenti is like that. He keeps saying 'Beauty, Beauty,' shouting something like 'The beauty of the Goddess of Beauty Idrila is unparalleled!' Anyway, it's weird. But he's really handsome!"
Tushan Honghong: "Sounds very strange, but since he helped March 7th, he must be a good person." The Fox Demon Queen commented, her wisdom shining through.
March 7th: "Argenti is indeed a great person. He rushed into the Giant True Sting's stomach alone at the time, and I thought he really wouldn't come out. Thankfully, he's fine."
Tingyun: "I didn't expect Knights of Beauty to still be active among the stars after the disappearance of the Beauty Aeon."
Ren: "It's good that you're okay. As for you going to Penacony, I'm quite interested in that place."
March 7th: "Heh heh, Himeko said it's amazing there. It's supposed to be a dream paradise!"
Silver Wolf: "The Planet of Festivities in the Asdana system, the Land of Dreams." The hacker extraordinaire chimed in, her avatar blinking nonchalantly.
Silver Wolf: "Penacony is a luxurious hotel suspended above the dark starry sky, and also a resort where interstellar celebrities mingle and wealthy guests spend lavishly."
Silver Wolf: "People come here to find the dreams deeply buried in their hearts, long yearned for, and enter the dreamland where all dreams come true through the hotel's Dreampool."
Ch'en: "Dreams?" The Lungmen officer sounded skeptical. Reality was harsh enough; why chase illusions?
Tingyun: "I've also heard of it, young lady. It's a land of dreams, where everything is beautiful in dreams."
Shinobu Kocho: "In dreams? Does that mean you can get whatever you wish for? Even... peace?"
Nami: "Can I conjure mountains of gold and silver?! Tell me yes!" The navigator's eyes practically turned into berry symbols.
Silver Wolf: "...Conjuring mountains of gold and silver, that's just a dream. But in the Dreamscape, yes, you can simulate it."
Ch'en: "If it's a dream, what's the point of indulging in it? Why do people fall into slumber? Escapism is weak."
Vivi: "Hmm, sounds very profound. Perhaps they seek something they cannot find in reality."
Silver Wolf: "March 7th, I hope you all have fun in Penacony."
Ren: "Heh heh, Silver Wolf, you're so mean, only telling half the story. You love spoiling the surprise, don't you?"
Silver Wolf: "No choice, I can't reveal the script. Elio would kill me. Metaphorically."
March 7th: "Huh? Wait! Script? You Stellaron Hunters aren't planning something in Penacony, are you?"
Silver Wolf: "Mhm, it's just a mission. Don't worry about it."
March 7th: "...Ahhh, suddenly I feel like the Penacony trip won't be fun! I'm considering not going! If Kafka shows up, I'm hiding!"
Kushina: "Don't be afraid, we've got your back. Just call for help if you're in danger. I'll seal anyone who messes with you!"
Tsunade: "Tsk, before you say all that, can you stop swinging your fists around? You're going to destroy the village! Again!"
Ren's lips curled up, already imagining March 7th clutching her head in distress, cameras clicking wildly in panic.
Ping.
A private message notification pulled him from the group chat.
Saeko Busujima: "Ren, do you have time now?"
It was a bit unexpected to suddenly receive a private message from Saeko. The swordswoman usually preferred direct action over digital communication.
Ren: "I'm quite free right now, what's up?"
Saeko Busujima: "Picture, picture."
Ren: "..."
Ren was silent. His breath hitched slightly.
A natural look of appreciation appeared in his eyes as he stared at the picture Saeko sent.
It was a bathroom. A large, opulent bathroom filled with steam. And in that steam...
Bathtub.
Beautiful women.
Many women, none of them inferior to Saeko. Shizuka Marikawa's ample curves floated buoyantly, Rika Minami's sharp gaze softened by the heat, Saya Takagi's flushed face, even little Alice playing with bubbles.
Saeko Busujima: "Ren, you know that itching sensation that spreads all over your body, it's just because I haven't seen you in a long time. My blade yearns for use, but my body yearns for you more."
Saeko Busujima: "Picture."
She sent another picture.
It was a close-up. Her fair arm, water droplets glistening on the smooth skin. And at the end of the arm, Saeko's pale hand was open, fingers slightly curled. Slowly dripping from her fingertips was clear water, which wasn't from the bathtub. It was a visceral, undeniable invitation.
Understood. The message was loud and clear.
Ren: "Wait for me."
...
"Saeko, what are you doing? Come scrub my back."
Saya Takagi called out, glancing at the dazed Saeko. The purple-haired swordswoman was staring at her phone with a small, secretive smile that made Saya's heart race inexplicably.
She turned and lay on her stomach at the edge of the bathtub, a look of utter contentment on her face. The hot water soothed her muscles, washing away the tension of the day.
They were currently living in this villa under the protection of Saeko and Rei. It was a fortress of peace in a world gone mad.
Society was being rebuilt. Slowly, painfully, but surely.
The new government, which had previously eyed them covetously, was now very well-behaved. Fear was a powerful motivator, especially when the person they feared could rewrite laws of physics.
One could say they were practically living in a utopia. A harem utopia, perhaps, but a utopia nonetheless.
All of this was caused by that man from another world. Ren.
That man was an unimaginably powerful and captivating... scumbag.
Yes, that's right, a scumbag. A charming, irresistible, god-like scumbag who had stolen all their hearts.
He clearly did this and that with Saeko and Rei. The sounds that sometimes echoed from their rooms were... educational.
The commotion that day and the scene in the room after Ren left had given her strange dreams every night. Dreams filled with golden eyes and gentle hands.
Every time she woke up, the duvet and sheets had to be washed. It was embarrassing, humiliating, and undeniably thrilling.
Honestly.
That scumbag was simply not human. No human could possess such stamina, such charisma.
That amount... it was totally anime levels!
No, even uncensored anime probably couldn't achieve that amount, right? It defied biology.
"Hmm?"
Noticing Saeko scrubbing her back, Saya Takagi asked curiously without turning her head, "Saeko, when do you think that Ren guy will come? It's been a while, hasn't it?"
"Why are you suddenly mentioning Ren-kun? Do you miss him?"
Saeko Busujima walked over to her side and asked curiously. Her voice was husky, teasing.
"Tsk, how could I miss him? Honestly, I just think I should thank him..." Saya huffed, trying to sound indifferent. "He did save us, after all. It's just basic courtesy."
Saya Takagi, her head turned away as she spoke against her true feelings, paused.
Because Saeko Busujima's hands, she didn't know when, were already gently yet firmly kneading her breasts. The touch was skilled, knowing exactly where to press to elicit a gasp.
Where did the back scrubbing go? And since when did Saeko have such large, warm hands?
"Hmm?"
Wait, did Saeko just speak next to me?
Saya Takagi slowly turned her head, confusion knitting her brow.
She saw Saeko leaning beside her, her hands, like Saya's, resting on the edge of the bathtub. Saeko was smiling, a knowing glint in her eyes as she looked... past Saya.
So who was scrubbing her back?
...
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