Originally, Rui had wanted Bacardi to stay and live here.
But in the end, under Akashi's relentless critical strikes, she didn't dare utter such bold thoughts again.
After all, for someone like Bacardi, staying in this café would be utterly unbearable.
This Bacardi had completely evolved—far surpassing his previous self!
Rui alone couldn't possibly handle him anymore, not with these continuous mental and spiritual onslaughts.
Even while crying, fleeting thoughts flitted through Rui's mind. She desperately wished for her sister Hitomi to save her.
But under wave after wave of devastating attacks, her deeply rooted mental defenses were shattered completely.
And she wasn't the only one.
Akemi, too, met the same fate.
Yet amidst it all, Akashi—the succubus shota—remained perfectly fine.
Relaxed, freehanded, and without a care in the world, he looked as if he weren't struggling at all.
In fact, he was positively thrilled.
The steady stream of yin energy flooding into him was deeply nourishing. The sensation was not only soothing—it was addictive.
As for Akemi, she had started out smug, initially intending to "discipline" her cheeky little brother.
But she had clearly overestimated herself—and underestimated Akashi.
Before long, the balance of power flipped.
From offense to defense, Akashi took control, and the battlefield—no, the "preaching ground"—spanned every available inch of the suite. From stools, barrels, and floors, to tatami mats and tabletops, no spot was spared.
In the end, Akemi was thoroughly defeated and left sprawled, thoroughly "educated" by the relentless succubus shota.
Yet despite all that, Akashi looked as energetic as ever. His eyes sparkled, and his entire body radiated vitality.
Well… aside from one minor thing.
He was starting to feel a bit hungry.
As he glanced at Akemi's limp body, looking every bit like a used-up little b*ch, Akashi couldn't help but chuckle.
"You? Teaching me a lesson? You're too young for that."
He casually tugged at her arm, which simply flopped down weakly.
She looked like she barely had enough strength left to breathe.
At that moment, the phone on the table finally finished playing the BGM and went silent.
A ripple of invisible energy spread from the phone, dispelling the suspended "pause" over the area and restoring the flow of time.
The next second, a piercing scream echoed from the direction of the bathroom.
It was unmistakably Haibara's voice.
The succubus shota froze in panic.
He immediately bolted from the tatami room to the bathroom.
There, he saw Haibara—who had been standing upright moments ago—now collapsed helplessly on the floor.
Sweat poured from her body, soaking through her clothes in moments.
Akashi rushed forward to lift her up, only to recoil slightly from the heat radiating off his body.
As he straightened her gently, he saw her pale porcelain face flushed deep red. Her blue eyes had lost all focus.
Her pores were wide open, releasing sweat as fast as it could pour out. Her short brown hair clung messily to her cheeks.
Yet she showed no signs of waking up.
This wasn't just collapse—this was complete meltdown!
No, worse than that. Something even more catastrophic!
"Haibara! Wake up! Haibara, don't scare me!" Akashi frantically patted her cheeks.
But there was still no response.
Then it hit him—belatedly.
It had to be the effect of the Concentric Lock!
Two hours' worth of accumulated sensation had been dumped on her in an instant—like a mental and emotional tsunami crashing down.
No way a delicate little girl like Haibara could endure that.
And yet, she hadn't fainted.
She had held on… through sheer willpower.
Akashi stared at her in shock. The power of stopping time… the Concentric Lock... it was far more intense than he had ever imagined.
This isn't something that can be used on normal people lightly!
Grasping the severity of the situation, Akashi quickly scooped up Haibara's limp body and dashed back to the Japanese room.
There, he hurriedly unscrewed several bottles of mineral water, pouring them into her mouth to rehydrate her.
The dehydration from the collapse was serious—this was a full-on critical strike... no, a Big Critical Strike!
He had to counter it with serious hydration effort.
Haibara's body temperature was rising dangerously. Cooling her down was urgent.
As Akashi began channeling his healing skill—Lv3's Imported Sugar Technique—the energy-infused mineral water flowed into Haibara's system.
Gradually, her vital signs stabilized.
Only then did Akashi, utterly exhausted, flop down and rest his head on Akemi's lap—right atop her now-ragged white silk stockings.
Her entire body was soaked.
At this point, all three people in the room were completely spent.
They just wanted to lie there and rest.
This so-called "healing session" had turned into a full-scale spiritual rollercoaster.
Meanwhile, at Eri's house, dusk had already fallen.
Neither Akashi nor Haibara had returned.
Ran, who had just finished cooking dinner, looked increasingly worried.
"It's the weekend. Akashi still has school tomorrow. Why is he out so late?" she muttered, concerned. "What if something happened? Should I go look for them?"
But Yukiko, lounging on the sofa with a face mask on, lazily waved her hand.
"Relax. That kid's smart. He won't get into trouble."
She yawned, stretching slightly. "In fact, he's probably very... moisturized by now. No need to worry!"
Ran turned to her, raising an eyebrow. "Aunt Yukiko, why do you sound like you understand Akashi better than I do?"
Yukiko's heart skipped a beat under Ran's suspicious gaze.
Quickly, she covered it up with a string of nonsense.
"Humans have unique spiritual frequencies. Akashi and I just… resonate really well."
"We're destined to get along."
"So of course I know him well!"
Ran rolled her eyes inwardly, grumbling to herself.
"Seems like any woman who gets near Akashi ends up being 'fated' to him..."
At that moment, Eri stepped out from the back room with her phone in hand.
"I just called Akashi," she announced. "He said he's on his way back now. He'll be home soon."
The atmosphere in the living room immediately shifted.
Yukiko and Ran's eyes both lit up with renewed energy.
He was just a child, and yet… somehow, Akashi already felt like the pillar of their entire household.