Chapter 680: Utaha: Do you dare to do something exciting at school?
"That..."
Amano Hina, trailing nervously behind the blonde maid, spoke cautiously. Her voice was barely a whisper in the grand, silent corridor.
She really didn't know how to speak to this elder sister who radiated such an intense, dangerous aura. The heels of Solution Epsilon clicked rhythmically against the marble floor, echoing like a countdown.
As soon as she spoke, Solution stopped abruptly. The sudden silence was heavier than the noise.
"We're here. This should be the room arranged for you according to Master's wishes."
"Ah! Good, good!"
Solution opened the heavy oak door and led the startled Amano Hina into the room.
The interior was lavish, decorated in deep crimsons and velvets. A massive four-poster bed dominated the center, and the air was thick with the scent of unfamiliar, exotic perfumes.
Everything was there—a vanity, a wardrobe, a sitting area.
Amano Hina just felt that this residence was too luxurious for a simple maid's quarters. It felt more like a... suite?
But what puzzled her was, shouldn't she be taught to be a maid? Where were the cleaning supplies? The dusters? Why had they arrived here?
At this moment, Solution raised her hand gracefully.
The ring on her gloved finger flashed with a subtle, magical light. The air shimmered, warping slightly.
Then a large pile of items appeared out of thin air on the bed, spilling over the silk sheets.
Amano Hina glanced at them, and her eyes widened in disbelief.
There were sheer stockings of various densiers, a small leather riding crop, scented candles, strange vibrating devices, and ropes made of soft, red silk.
"???"
More and more strange things appeared, making Amano Hina's face change dramatically. Her cheeks flushed a deep, burning crimson, anger and embarrassment warring in her chest.
"W-w-what are these?!" she stammered, pointing a trembling finger at the pile.
This was asking the obvious.
She wasn't a fool; she naturally understood that some strange people liked strange tricks. She had seen things on the internet, heard rumors about the dark side of the city.
Solution turned around, her blue eyes gleaming with predatory amusement. She picked up a sleek, modern massager, testing its weight in her hand.
A smile appeared on her lips—not a warm smile, but the smile of a cat playing with a mouse. "Of course, it's to train you into a... perfect maid."
Her discernment was very high. Being a Slime and a predator, she understood desire better than most humans.
Of course, she didn't think the Master wanted Amano Hina to be just a cleaning maid; this was undoubtedly the Master's future woman. A new pet for the Supreme Being.
What she needed to do was ensure that what the Master received was a woman who understood everything. A woman who could anticipate his needs before he even voiced them, to provide the most perfect experience.
"Buzz buzz buzz!"
The massager turned on with a low, powerful hum that vibrated through the quiet room.
"Eh???"
With a look of horror on Amano Hina's face, Solution approached her step by step. The Slime maid's movements were fluid, predatory.
"No, this won't do! I came here to work, not to... to..."
Amano Hina wanted to retreat, her legs trembling. But unfortunately, she hit the wall behind her. The cold plaster offered no escape.
Solution leaned in, trapping Hina with her arms. Her voice dropped to a husky whisper.
"Don't worry, little bird. I will teach you everything. How to please him, how to endure, and how to enjoy it. You belong to Nazarick now... you belong to him."
...
Time passed, flowing like a gentle river into a peaceful afternoon.
Several days had drifted by since Hina's "induction."
A group of people were scattered around the spacious living room of the villa, the afternoon sun filtering through the floor-to-ceiling windows.
The atmosphere was lazy and content.
Some were playing video games on the massive screen—Kirino and Kuroneko were fiercely battling in a fighting game, their fingers flying over the controllers. Others were chatting over tea and snacks provided by the maids.
Maple, Konomi Fujimiya, and Kazuho Miyauchi sat together on a plush rug. Although they were still a bit awkward when facing each other, the tension had lessened significantly.
In these past few days, they had accepted the fact that they had all been taken by Ren. The shared experience, the overwhelming charisma of the man, and the undeniable safety of this place had eroded their resistance.
Amano Hina also gradually adapted to her maid duties.
Dressed in a classic black and white maid uniform that fit her petite frame perfectly, she moved through the room with a tray of tea. She poured a cup for Utaha, her movements skillful and precise.
It was just that her little eyes occasionally glanced at Ren, who was reading a book by the window. Her gaze was filled with an unresolvable shyness and a hidden heat.
She couldn't refuse the shameful knowledge, poses, and ways of playing that Solution had taught her. The "lessons" had been thorough.
According to Solution, she needed to serve Ren that way. Every time she looked at his hands, she remembered the sensations Solution had described.
But... but...
Amano Hina looked at Ren's profile, the sharp line of his jaw, the way the light caught his hair. Her emotions were very complex. Fear, gratitude, and a budding desire she didn't want to admit.
Of course, Solution didn't just teach her these things; there were also the duties of a maid. Cleaning, etiquette, service.
That's why she was able to perform so well now, blending into the household like she had always been there.
Eriri Spencer Sawamura was sprawled on the sofa next to Ren. She was wearing a short skirt, swinging her smooth, white little feet in the air.
Her toes brushed against Ren's thigh repeatedly, a subconscious gesture of intimacy and ownership.
Suddenly, her foot paused mid-swing.
She looked at her phone, scrolling through a news feed, feeling slightly surprised by the date.
She turned to look at Ren, poking his arm with her foot. "Ren, there are about ten days until school starts. Do you think we still need to go to school like this?"
"School starts?"
Yukino Yukinoshita, Kasumigaoka Utaha, and many others were slightly startled. They looked up from their books and conversations.
Yes, they were all still students. High schoolers.
It felt like a lifetime ago.
Even though their current power could obliterate the entire universe, even though they lived in a magical villa with demons and goddesses, they were technically enrolled in Japanese high schools.
"School starts, huh..."
Ren raised an eyebrow, closing his book.
With his power—the power to devour universes and rewrite reality—did he still need to go to school? Wasn't that a joke? A god sitting in a math class?
So he gently shook his head, a faint smile playing on his lips. "I don't have any particular thoughts; the most important thing is up to you all."
"I don't mind. If you want to go, we go. If you want to drop out and conquer a galaxy, we can do that too."
"For example, Nezuko," Ren gestured to the girl sitting quietly near the window, basking in the sun. "I promised her before that I would let her go to school. She missed out on a normal childhood."
"Nezuko, do you still feel that way now?"
Feeling that Ren still remembered his past promise, Nezuko Kamado's heart felt warm. Her pink eyes softened.
She gently nodded her small head, her voice soft but firm. "Mm, I want to go to school. I want to make friends... normal friends. And wear a uniform."
"Haha, no problem, then go ahead. We'll enroll you in the best one."
Just then, Utaha leaned over.
Her dark tights rustled against the leather sofa as she shifted closer. Her beautiful burgundy eyes gazed at Ren for a while, filled with a calculating light.
Then she suddenly took Ren's hand, interlacing her fingers with his, and pouted slightly. "Ren, you should continue to go to school too. It's very uncomfortable without you there."
"Hmm?"
It seemed Utaha was also planning to go to school. The famous author wanted to return to the mundane?
Utaha spread her free hand and explained, her voice taking on a philosophical tone. "Our lives will be very long from now on. Eternal, perhaps. If we don't experience youth now, it will be very boring later. We need memories of normalcy to anchor us."
Benio Adashino nodded her small head, strongly agreeing with Utaha's words. She sat cross-legged on the floor, polishing a talisman.
"I agree. I really liked campus life; it was much more interesting than learning the Onmyoji's skills to eliminate Magano in the past. Tests are scary, but Kegare are worse."
"I think so too."
Yotsuba Nakano whispered softly, her hands clasped together, full of anticipation. "I want to run in the sports festival again!"
Her other sisters felt pretty much the same. The Quintuplets missed the simplicity of school, of studying together (or failing together).
"And..."
Utaha knew that this wouldn't move Ren. Logic rarely did when it came to mundane tasks.
So she simply leaned into Ren's ear. Her breath was hot against his skin, carrying the scent of mint and desire.
She whispered.
It was called whispering, but the room was quiet, and for most people in the room with enhanced senses—like the God Eaters, the Onmyojis, and the Demons—there was no secrecy to these words.
"And Ren-kun, don't you think it would be very exciting to play in various places at school? Places we shouldn't?"
Her voice dropped an octave, dripping with suggestion.
"For example... doing it under the teacher's podium while class is in session? Or in Shizuka-sensei's office, on her desk, while she's grading papers right next to us?"
"!!!"
Everyone was startled.
Utaha's boldness knew no bounds. They had no idea she was planning something like that.
Could it be that a party of dozens of people no longer satisfies her? Was the villa too private?
Now they even want to do these things in a place like a school. The thrill of being caught... the taboo.
But on second thought... someone's body has already honestly produced a sensation.
For example, May, the Spirit from Date A Live. She usually looked very well-behaved, always eating or smiling vacantly.
But in this aspect, she showed a hunger level even more exaggerated than her appetite for bread.
She had unconsciously clutched the corner of her skirt tightly, her legs pressing together. Her face flushed a deep red.
Miku Izayoi's gaze swept downwards, and she saw drops sliding down May's thigh, darkening the fabric of her stocking.
"..."
May, there's no saving her. She was already leaking just from the idea.
Although Miku herself was pretty much the same. She bit her lip, imagining herself in the music room, pressed against a piano by Ren.
Ren's eyes lit up.
The boredom of immortality could indeed be cured by such games. It seemed there were indeed many ways to play outside.
The thrill of public indecency, the risk, the taboo of the sacred school grounds.
He embraced Utaha, pulling her flush against him. His large hand slid down her back, ravaging the curve of her spine before resting possessively on her hip.
He said with a wicked smile, his voice low and raspy, "Since you've said so, Senpai, then I really don't want to refuse. I look forward to your... extracurricular activities."
Utaha's lips curved into a triumphant, seductive smile. She licked her lips. "Then it's settled! I'll prepare the syllabus."
...
Meanwhile, at Hoshinoumi Academy.
The sun was setting, casting long, melancholic shadows across the campus.
Within the Student Council room, one female and two males gathered. The air was thick with confusion and anxiety.
Tomori Nao, Kumagami, and Jōjirō Takajō.
They sat around the table, usually cluttered with maps and reports of ability users. Today, it was empty.
After some communication, verifying the impossible, the three of them looked solemn.
Because all of their abilities had disappeared.
Tomori Nao stood up and tried to fade from view. She focused, clenched her fists, and... remained perfectly visible. She could no longer become invisible in front of others.
"It's gone," she whispered, looking at her hands. "It's really gone."
Kumagami, usually dripping wet to activate his power, stood dry and helpless. His ability to locate adolescent syndrome ability users had become ineffective. He couldn't sense anyone. The map in his mind was blank.
Jōjirō Takajō tried to dash to the door. He braced himself for the impact, for the uncontrollable speed.
But he just ran. Normally. Like a regular track student. He stopped easily before hitting the wall.
His ability, Teleportation—which was actually high-speed movement that couldn't stop at any arbitrary location—also couldn't be used.
It was as if... their abilities had disappeared. Evaporated.
Or rather, their adolescent syndrome had recovered. They were cured.
But their adolescence hadn't passed yet, had it? They were still in high school. They hadn't grown up.
Tomori Nao thought of that mysterious man she met on the rooftop. Ren.
The man who crushed a monster with one hand and spoke of the vastness of the world. He had said he would make adolescent syndrome disappear from the world. He called it "trash."
"Did he really... do it?"
Tomori Nao's heart couldn't calm down. It was beating fast, a mix of relief and terror.
He had rewritten the laws of their reality with a wave of his hand.
She really wanted to go and verify it immediately. To ask him, to thank him, or maybe to yell at him for taking away their uniqueness without asking.
Unfortunately, she couldn't find Ren's location at all. He was like a phantom, appearing to change the world and vanishing just as quickly.
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