Chapter 679: The Spatial Tricks Are Vivid! Watching the Show!
"Hey, Big-Mouth Gorilla, did you feel it?"
Shalltear Bloodfallen, dressed in a pristine maid outfit that barely contained her curves, stealthily leaned towards Albedo. Her red eyes, usually filled with bloodlust, now shimmered with a different kind of hunger.
"Creak!"
The broom handle in Albedo's hand groaned under the sudden pressure, letting out a crisp wail of sorrow. The Guardian Overseer's golden eyes narrowed, her smile tight and dangerous.
If it weren't for the need to leave a perfect impression on their master, she would have punched this undead lamprey into the next dimension already.
Suppressing her anger with the grace of a true noblewoman, she asked impatiently: "Lamprey! Get to the point before I use this broom to sweep you out. Feel what?"
Shalltear ignored the threat, glancing left and right conspiratorially before replying in a hushed whisper: "The Master's aura... it's permeating this entire space. It's so abundant! Can't you taste it on the air?"
"Aura?"
Albedo sniffed the air delicately. Her nostrils flared slightly, and then her eyes immediately lit up with a feverish intensity.
It was true. The scent was faint but undeniable—a potent mix of raw power and masculine pheromones that was distinctly Ren.
So rich! It was intoxicating.
It was all the kind Ren had left with her during their private sessions, a lingering mark of his ownership.
And... beneath that primary scent, there were others. Sweet, floral, milky. It seemed like there were many women involved in creating this heady atmosphere.
"!!!"
Instantly, Albedo was filled with a volatile cocktail of envy and jealousy, her face contorting into a mask of possessive rage that threatened to crack her beauty.
If it were her... if she could be the one basking in that aura right now...
"Wow!"
Albedo had just fallen into a deep fantasy of monopolizing Ren when she was disturbed by a sudden, sharp gasp from Shalltear.
"You fellow!"
This time, Albedo was truly angry. She turned to scold the vampire for her lack of decorum.
But as her gaze fell on Shalltear, she felt a strange sensation—a ripple in the air next to her.
Shalltear was trembling. She was supporting herself against the wall, her face flushed a deep crimson, her breath hitching in short, sharp gasps.
"What's wrong with you? Is your bloodlust acting up?"
Shalltear's eyes were half-lidded, alluring as silk, filled with a delirious pleasure. "It's Master... oh, I won! He chose me first!"
"???"
Albedo looked utterly bewildered. "What are you talking about?"
"!!!"
But the next second, she felt it. A sudden warmth, a pressure that shouldn't be there, manifesting out of thin air to invade her personal space.
"This is!!!"
In just a second, she knew what it was. She knew the texture, the heat, the sheer presence. It was from Master!
Her gaze turned frantically behind her; there was clearly no sign of Master. The hallway was empty save for them.
Her clothes hadn't changed either, remaining perfectly in place. But... why? How?
Before her eyes became hazy with pleasure, she heard Ren's voice whisper directly into her ear, as clear as if he were standing right there.
"It's me, a little spatial trick. You two play by yourselves, but the maid work must continue. I want this floor spotless."
"Mm!"
Albedo understood instantly. It was a test. A reward. A game.
Shalltear also understood, her competitive spirit flaring even through the haze of pleasure.
The two pursed their lips, steeling themselves against the overwhelming sensations. They picked up their brooms, their knuckles white as they started to work again.
Moving back and forth, scrubbing, sweeping.
Then retreating, their bodies trembling with every step as the invisible presence continued its ministrations.
Sweeping the water stains from the floor behind them, trying to hide the evidence of their arousal.
Diligently doing the work a maid should do, while internally screaming in ecstasy.
...
On the other side of the spatial divide, in the luxurious living room, Alisa Ilinichina Amiella felt strange.
She leaned against Ren's shoulder, her red outfit contrasting with his casual wear. She was staring at a certain spot on him—his lap—without stopping.
Just now, she had clearly seen Ren's arousal spike for a moment, a tenting of fabric that hinted at his desire. But then, it smoothed out in the blink of an eye, as if the object of his desire had vanished into another dimension.
'How strange,' she thought, narrowing her eyes. 'Is he using his God Arc ability? No, that's not it...'
Ren sat comfortably, enjoying the grapes that Veena (Bishamon), blushing furiously, offered him one by one. A faint, satisfied smile played on his lips.
Although he used a small spatial trick to open two alternating portals directly connected to his anatomy.
But it really must be said.
Shalltear and Albedo's alternating cooperation on the other side was quite perfect. One hot and wet, the other tight and demanding.
Two completely different experiences alternating in rhythm with his heartbeat?
It made him miss the initial time when he played this trick with Kie Kamado's spatial Blood Demon Art. The thrill of the forbidden, the blending of distance and intimacy.
At that time, Tamayo and Nezuko were also there, and the moist feeling of their combined efforts was still fresh in his memory.
"Click."
Just then.
The tightly closed door to his room also opened.
Mrs. Nishimiya walked out, carrying a bowl of fruit. She looked tired but composed, her maternal aura strong.
Upon seeing Ren and the two others—Alisa and Veena—on a sofa in the living room, engaged in what looked like casual relaxation.
She was struck by lightning. Her eyes widened, her breath caught.
Because she saw it. Or rather, she sensed it. The air around Ren vibrated with a raw, sexual energy that made her knees weak.
She quickly reacted, averting her gaze immediately to the floor.
Veena also hurriedly tidied her clothes, smoothing down a skirt that hadn't really been disarrayed, but felt like it should be.
Facing Ren's teasing smile, Veena only felt that this guy was too wicked. He knew exactly what he was doing.
That scene just now—the sudden flare of his aura, the heavy atmosphere—must have been completely seen by Mrs. Nishimiya, right?
Ren, however, was accustomed to being unrestrained and didn't think anything of it. This was his castle, his rules.
At home, in front of others, he did whatever he wanted.
Earlier, Sayuri and others were still chatting in the living room, discussing dinner plans.
He might have been playing and frolicking with Eriri right beside them, stealing touches under a blanket.
Although others were embarrassed, they all endured and pretended not to see. It was the unwritten rule of the household.
Over time, everyone gradually got used to it. The abnormal became normal.
Habit is terrifying.
Sometimes, those who saw couldn't bear the teasing and even specifically joined in to help, turning a private moment into a group activity.
However, Mrs. Nishimiya had not been taken down yet. She was still an outsider to the true depths of the harem's depravity. So, it was fine to pay attention for now, to maintain a facade of propriety.
Alisa looked at Mrs. Nishimiya's face, which had lost its haggardness and become youthful after staying here, nourished by the magical energy of the environment. She seemed to understand something.
But she still said nothing. She wasn't one to gossip.
She just acted like a little wife clinging to Ren, staking her claim silently.
It was Ren who spoke first, breaking the heavy silence: "Mrs. Nishimiya, do you need my help?"
He was referring to washing dishes, a polite offer.
But the purpose was still to break the awkwardness with a normal topic, to ground the situation back in reality.
Hearing this, Mrs. Nishimiya turned around. She saw that the three had returned to normal poses, the visible tension gone, and she breathed a sigh of relief.
She was really afraid that Ren would completely disregard her presence and continue whatever invisible act he was performing.
Mrs. Nishimiya twitched her lips and forced a polite smile. "No need, Ren-kun. I'll just open it myself. The fruit, I mean."
With that, she quickly walked towards the kitchen, her steps hurried.
"Splash!"
The sound of water rose from the sink, also masking Mrs. Nishimiya's strong heartbeat.
Her heart was not calm at all. It pounded against her ribs like a trapped bird.
She had seen everything Ren had just done clearly. Not the act itself, but the intent.
That wanton, strong, and powerful hand resting on his knee, that burning gaze that seemed to strip her bare...
"Gulp!"
Her throat swallowed dryly.
Mrs. Nishimiya's body inexplicably surged with warmth. A heat she hadn't felt in years bloomed in her lower belly.
She only took it as her anger! It had to be anger.
She was furious that the man her daughters had chosen had just bullied them, and now he was immediately flirting with others outside.
Did she need to talk to him? Scold him?
After thinking about it, she decided against it; it was already awkward enough. She had no right to interfere in his private life.
So, after washing the dishes with trembling hands, Mrs. Nishimiya stepped out of the kitchen and left the room without even glancing at Ren.
Veena lightly tapped her hand under her skirt, trying to calm her own racing pulse.
"She seems to be avoiding you," Veena noted, her voice husky.
Ren shrugged indifferently, leaning back. "It must have been very awkward just now, right, Veena? Seeing something you weren't supposed to?"
"??? Is it my fault? It was clearly you! Huh!!!"
Veena let out a strange cry before she could finish speaking. Her eyes widened as she felt a sudden, phantom touch.
Her moist eyes stared at Ren, filled with a myriad of emotions—shock, arousal, indignation.
How could he launch a surprise attack without saying a word? Using that spatial magic on her?
Teasing a little was fine, but why... really. Right here?
Veena felt she couldn't continue sitting there. The sensation was too intense, too distracting. She quickly stood up.
She glanced at Ren's hand, which was still casually resting on his lap but connected by an invisible thread of magic to her most sensitive spot. She immediately withdrew her gaze, her face burning.
"Cough, I'm going to rest. I need... to check on my Regalia."
Then Veena ran away. She fled the room with a speed that belied her usual composure.
She was truly afraid. Afraid that if she stayed, she would melt right there on the sofa.
Before, there were others—Shalltear, Albedo—but now it was just herself and Alisa left with him.
Wouldn't she be embarrassed, if not dead from pleasure, by then?
Alisa didn't run. She was made of sterner stuff. Instead, she actively cleaned his fingers with a handkerchief she pulled from her pocket.
And she actively extended her hand towards him.
"Eh?"
But to her surprise, there was nothing!
She touched his lap. Flat.
This was impossible; she clearly remembered it wasn't an ordinary size, so how could it be gone? Where did it go?
She looked at Ren in confusion, her brow furrowed.
Ren's lips curved into a mysterious smile.
He raised his hand and displayed a holographic screen in the air.
On it were Shalltear and Albedo, in a hallway somewhere in the villa.
Then, as if with x-ray vision, the extra coverings—their maid outfits—disappeared from the image, and Alisa saw the two of them naked.
They were sweeping, but their movements were erratic, their faces flushed with ecstasy.
Then she discovered a strange spatial rift hovering right behind them, interacting with them in a way that defied physics.
"!!!"
In an instant, she understood what was happening. The portals!
Ren smiled, pulled her into his arms, and whispered into her ear, "Anyway, there's nothing to do here. Let's watch the show together. It's quite educational, don't you think?"
"Mm..."
Alisa watched the familiar object—her boyfriend's possession—destroying Shalltear and Albedo's sanity on the screen while he sat right next to her.
She unconsciously felt parched, her own body reacting to the visual stimulation.
[Inorin's Note:
Enjoying the story? Dropping a quick review, comment, or Power Stone means the world to me and keeps these daily updates flowing!
Want to read 50 chapters ahead or just want to help keep a shameless translator alive? (My livelihood actually depends on this, haha 😭). You can support me directly here:
(P.S. Just remove the brackets and replace the [.] with a regular dot . to use the links!)
✨ Patreon (50 Advanced Chapters): patreon[.]com/InorinTL
☕ Ko-fi (Support / Sponsor): ko-fi[.]com/InorinTL
Thank you so much for reading and keeping this project alive!]