Chapter 395: Coordinated Action
During his period of indulgence back then, Haruto had collected many such open-minded beauties.
After being disciplined through Dual cultivation, they had all reformed to some extent. But compared to other pure beauties, Haruto at most treated them as fuck buddies, without even monthly scheduled interactions.
Haruto was certain that if he offered Reina regular Dual cultivation sessions, she would personally tie up the ripe, sexy career woman Reika and deliver her to his bed.
Natsumi was slightly more troublesome, but not significantly problematic.
Yui was a gentle beauty, quite innocent, and very obedient to Haruto.
Her mother Natsumi, however, appeared gentle and elegant but was actually open-minded and quite wild in her ways.
With her husband constantly away on business trips, Natsumi, who had a strong liking for sex, had long reached her limit. The slightest provocation would make everything fall into place naturally.
This was Haruto's judgment based on vague memories in his mind, combined with what Yui and Reina had previously revealed.
The background of this parallel world was already quite vague, and in this current world, some things have become even harder to ensure.
Fortunately, when Haruto first won over Yui and Reina, his curiosity got the better of him, and he inquired more about their family situations.
Combined with some information from his memories, he was able to roughly piece together these inferences.
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"Farewell, Miyajima Sousuke."
"Mm."
Miyajima Shihan kept a stern face as he watched the last group of students leave the dojo, then closed the main gate and hung up the "Closed" sign.
Just as he was about to take a bath, change clothes, and return to the backyard, Haruto walked out while buttoning his shirt.
"Uncle Shihan."
Haruto nodded to him and made to leave through the side door.
Miyajima Shihan noticed the red mark on Haruto's collarbone and instinctively frowned, ready to scold him.
"Young people should exercise moderation, otherwise—"
Halfway through his sentence, he caught Haruto's amused expression and remembered the young man's terrifying strength. He coughed awkwardly twice before swiftly changing the subject.
"Haruto, since you're here, why not stay for dinner?"
Although he had accepted Sakura's choice, the old-fashioned man still couldn't bring himself to openly suggest Haruto stay the night.
In truth, the moment he saw Haruto, he knew exactly what had been happening in the backyard during this time.
What he hadn't expected was that not only had his daughter been involved, but his wife had participated as well.
Moreover, the more noticeable marks on Haruto's body had been left by the overly excited purple-haired beauty, Tsubaki.
"No, I just dropped by to see Sakura-senpai. I have matters to attend to tonight."
Haruto's behavior was that of a playboy, but to the chauvinistic Miyajima Shihan, it seemed perfectly normal—even something that made him rather pleased.
"Right, of course. Men should focus on their careers. If you have business to take care of, you should hurry along and not delay."
Miyajima Shihan didn't actually care if Haruto was fooling around outside. In his youth, he'd had his share of affairs with other women, sometimes without even hiding it from Tsubaki—one of the reasons their marital relationship was strained now.
Also, because he had overindulged in his younger days, after Tsubaki was born, he could no longer perform.
He claimed it was due to single-minded dedication to swordsmanship, but in reality, he simply wasn't capable in that area anymore.
Haruto's impression of Miyajima Shihan was average. He felt no guilt about cuckolding this typical Japanese chauvinist, hawkish old man.
Still, as always, he didn't have the disgusting habit of deliberately tormenting the betrayed or flaunting his conquests in their faces.
Without another word, Haruto fastened his last button and turned to leave.
Watching Haruto's retreating figure, Miyajima Shihan once again felt regret that Haruto couldn't marry into their family.
After sighing for a moment, he thought it over and decided to bathe and change in the dojo's bathroom.
Judging by Haruto's condition, Miyajima Shihan figured his daughter probably wasn't in much better shape. In the past, he would have sternly reprimanded her.
But now, he couldn't even defeat Sakura in a fight, and the Miyajima Dojo's popularity was largely thanks to her...
The profit-oriented Miyajima Shihan chose a different approach.
In reality, he underestimated Sakura's current physical condition—or rather, the powerful effects of Haruto's dual cultivation techniques.
Not long after Haruto left, the purple-haired, buxom kendo beauty awoke from her lingering ecstasy.
After quickly tidying up the foul-smelling and chaotic room, Sakura went to wash up in the bathroom.
The beautiful housewife Tsubaki had already prepared most of the meal early on and had freshened herself up properly.
As night fell, all three members of the Miyajima family had finished bathing and were sitting together eating dinner.
Amid the harmonious family atmosphere, Sakura and Tsubaki subtly formed a clear boundary with Miyajima Shihan.
Meanwhile, Haruto had arrived at the base of a high-rise building.
The bright, clean entrance, young and robust security guards, and the luxury cars coming and going all indicated that this was an upscale residential area.
Perhaps because Haruto had been standing there for too long, the security guard on duty approached him.
The guard, who had initially intended to question and scold him, instinctively softened his tone the moment he saw Haruto and asked, "Sir... are you here to see someone, or..."
"I'm here to see someone. I've already called, and someone will be down to pick me up soon."
Although Haruto was dressed in casual clothes, his attire was no longer the kind bought haphazardly as before. Instead, it was custom-made by Rias.
The security guards here had at least some discernment; just from Haruto's clothing, they could tell that this young man, who looked to be only in high school, was not someone they could afford to offend.
Moreover, as they got closer, Haruto's intangible aura made them feel as though they were facing some important figure.
"Sir, it's a bit cold outside. Would you like to wait inside?"
The security guard's tone grew increasingly polite, but Haruto politely declined with a smile.
"No need, the person picking me up is already here."
The automatic glass door slid open slowly, and a high school girl in an off-white sweater, with a slender and sexy figure, came running over joyfully.
The security guard immediately recognized her as Reina, the famously busty and beautiful high school daughter of the well-known Kurashiki household in this residential area.
Beauties, especially a mother and daughter who were both stunning and had sexy, fiery figures, naturally left a strong impression.
Under the security guard's envious gaze, Reina threw her arms around Haruto, pressing her beautifully made-up face against his and giving him a sweet kiss.
Haruto only saw the girl in front of him as a friends-with-benefits, but aside from in bed, he always gave her the respect she deserved.
"Reina, it's cold outside. Let's go to your place first."
Haruto wrapped his arm around the girl's slender waist, feeling the soft fullness pressed against his arm, and felt a surge of heat within him.
Come to think of it, it had been a while since he had indulged in his darker desires.
Pure love was indeed wonderful, but in bed, sometimes some perverted play was truly more thrilling and pleasurable.
"Haruto, my mom is home tonight. Maybe we should go to a love hotel instead..."
After being "trained," Reina had lost all interest in other men, but her open-minded nature remained unchanged.
Right in front of the young security guard, the busty, golden-haired beauty pouted coquettishly at Haruto and unabashedly pleaded for intimacy, "You haven't come to see me in so long. I've been so lonely. Tonight, I want you to fuck me to death..."
Haruto glanced at the security guard, whose expression was respectful but whose eyes couldn't hide his desire and jealousy, and reached out to pat him on the shoulder.
"Thank you for your trouble. You can leave now."
"Ah!"
The young, robust male security guard was about to speak when he felt a heavy force on his shoulder, followed by an excruciating pain as if his entire body were about to fall apart.
After a brief scream, he finally snapped out of his earlier dazed state, profusely apologizing to Haruto while sweating profusely before hastily retreating.
Seeing the security guard leave, Haruto furrowed his brows and pinched Reina's ample breast harshly.
"Stop the nonsense. If your mother weren't home, do you think I'd come looking for you?"
"And next time, watch your behavior around other men, or you'll see how I deal with you."
Reina seemed somewhat defiant, muttering under her breath, "I'm strong now. I could easily take on a dozen of these ordinary people..."
"Still talking back? Is this about how strong you are?"
Haruto's gaze turned dangerous. She really needed more discipline. After dealing with Reika today—that dominant mature woman with her black stockings and long legs—he would definitely teach this disobedient 'daughter' a proper lesson.
Reina lowered her head, not daring to continue the topic, instead asking curiously, "What do you want with my mother?"
"Just lead the way."
Haruto couldn't be bothered to explain. If he hadn't needed directions to Reina's home, he would have gone up alone already.
"Cooperate with me later. I'm going to fuck your mother."