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Mizunotsuki Residence: The Bedroom
Seiran Mizunotsuki kicked the bedroom door shut behind him. In his arms, he held the unconscious form of Eri Kisaki, the legendary "Queen of the Courtroom."
Her face was pale, tinged with a sickly blue hue from the Demon's miasma. Her breathing was shallow, and her body radiated a bone-chilling cold.
"Spiritual Corruption," Seiran noted, placing her gently onto the black silk sheets. "She needs Yang energy. Massive amounts of it."
It was the perfect excuse. Not that he needed one.
It's all in the bowl. Why would I let it go?
Seiran looked down at her. Even in this state, she retained a dignified, icy beauty. Her gray business suit was torn at the hem from the escape, and her glasses were askew.
He reached out, his fingers brushing against her cold cheek.
"Wake up, Mrs. Kisaki," he whispered, his voice laced with a command spell. "It's time for your treatment."
He didn't wait for a response. With a wave of his hand, the damaged suit jacket and blouse unraveled, revealing the lace bra beneath.
Eri gasped, her eyes fluttering open. The sudden rush of air against her skin shocked her back to consciousness.
"Where... where am I?"
Her vision was blurry. She tried to sit up, but her limbs felt like lead. She looked down and saw a handsome young man looming over her, his hands already unbuckling her skirt.
"You... You... Ugh!!!"
Eri tried to struggle, her instincts as a lawyer kicking in. "What are you doing?! I will sue you for—"
"Silence."
Seiran pressed a finger to her lips. The pressure was heavy, authoritative.
"You are dying, Eri-san. The Demon's miasma is eating your soul. Unless I fill you up with my energy right now, you won't live to sue anyone."
"That's... absurd..." she panted, her face flushing as his hand slid up her thigh, shredding the expensive stockings with a violent rip.
"Is it?" Seiran smirked. "Didn't you see the giant in the sky? Didn't you see the fire? I am the God who saved you. And Gods require tribute."
He didn't give her time to process the logic. He needed to break her rational mind before the pleasure could take root.
Seiran moved over her, his presence overwhelming. He kissed her deeply, forcing his tongue past her defenses, transferring a jolt of hot, electric "Yang" energy directly into her core.
"Mmph!!"
Eri's eyes went wide. The cold in her bones was instantly replaced by a searing heat. It wasn't just magic; it was raw, primal lust ignited by his divinity.
Her body betrayed her instantly. Her hips arched off the mattress, seeking friction.
"See?" Seiran pulled back, trailing a wet line down her neck. "Your body knows the truth."
He positioned himself between her legs. Eri looked at him, fear and desire warring in her eyes.
"Wait... I'm married... I have a daughter..."
"A separated husband who is useless," Seiran corrected ruthlessly. "And a daughter who begged me to save you. Consider this your payment."
He entered her in one smooth, conquering motion.
"AHHH!"
Eri cried out, her back bowing like a drawn bowstring. It had been years since she had felt anything like this—no, she had never felt anything like this. It was too big, too hot, too filling.
Thud! Thud! Thud!!
Seiran set a brutal pace immediately. The bed frame creaked under the assault.
"No... stop... it's too deep..." Eri sobbed, her nails digging into his shoulders. "I'm... I'm going to break..."
"Then break," Seiran growled, driving into her with divine stamina. "Break and be remade."
Every thrust pumped purifying energy into her, flushing out the cold toxins. But the pleasure was the real poison. It shattered her reserve, her "Queen" persona crumbling into a mess of moans and pleas.
"Seiran... Seiran-sama..."
Within minutes, she was clinging to him, her legs wrapped around his waist, begging for more. The rational lawyer was gone; only the woman remained, completely conquered by the hedonistic God.
Tokyo: The Suzuki Estate (Meanwhile)
"Hahaha… Brother Suzuki, long time no see."
"Brother Shinomiya, it's been a long time since we last met. Please come in."
The Head of the Suzuki Zaibatsu – Shiro Suzuki.
The Head of the Shinomiya Zaibatsu – Gan'an Shinomiya.
The two old foxes sat in the tea room, the steam rising between them.
Today, Gan'an Shinomiya was very polite. He kept his attitude remarkably low.
Because he was sure that Suzuki knew the secret. Just like Suzuki in the past, Gan'an wanted to join the game.
But Gan'an understood the rules. If you want to participate in the Extraordinary Field, you can't just barge in with money. You need an invitation.
Gan'an did not think that his trillions could threaten the Extraordinary. In the eyes of a Living God like the one at Mingwang Temple, the status of a Chaebol was meaningless.
With a smile, Gan'an poured a cup of tea for Shiro.
Then, he looked at Shiro meaningfully.
"I'll be frank. Brother Suzuki... you know the inside story, don't you?"
Do you know how to contact the God?
Shiro Suzuki smelled the desperation. He smiled, taking the upper hand.
"Brother Shinomiya, I remember you have a 'Princess' daughter in your family, right?"
What do you mean?
"Very simple..."
Shiro leaned in. "The Extraordinary... specifically Lord Mizunotsuki... has a very human hobby."
"Hobby?"
"Beauty."
Shiro tapped the table. "Strictly speaking, Lord Mizunotsuki doesn't care about money. He cares about service. My wife's distant relative, Sae Chabashira, is already serving him. And I am preparing my daughters, Ayako and Sonoko."
Gan'an's eyes widened.
He's selling his own daughters?
No... he's investing them.
"So," Shiro continued, "If you want the Shinomiya Family to survive the coming changes... you need to pay the entrance fee."
At this moment, Gan'an understood.
He has a good daughter. And he has a subordinate, Hayasaka, who is equally capable.
As long as he was willing to sacrifice them, the status of the Shinomiya Family could surpass the Suzukis.
This situation reminded Gan'an of the ancient times when nobles sent concubines to the Emperor.
It makes perfect sense.
He was a thorough, sensible person.
Gan'an shook Shiro's hand with sincere gratitude.
"Thank you, Brother Suzuki. I understand what must be done."
Afterwards.
Ai Hayasaka received an order from the Main Family.
Mission: Serve Lord Mizunotsuki.
Hayasaka didn't quite understand at first.
Why did the Head of the Shinomiya Zaibatsu have to personally inform her of such a baffling thing?
And why was he practically begging her to make the man happy?
But Hayasaka obeys the Shinomiya Zaibatsu. The Hayasaka family has long been the loyal dogs of the Shinomiya family.
Damn…
I thought I would stay by Kaguya-sama's side.
Now I need to go serve some stranger.
After packing her luggage, Hayasaka came to the Suginami District.
She walked up the path to the designated address.
Then...
SNAP.
Her luggage handle slipped from her hand, and the bag fell to the ground with a thud.
The shock in her heart was written all over her face. Because according to the route, she saw the name on the houseplate.
[Mizunotsuki]
Mizunotsuki!?
Is it the Seiran Mizunotsuki she was thinking of?
After checking the information on her phone again, Hayasaka immediately understood the reason why Gan'an Shinomiya was so abnormal.
Am I going to be a Shrine Maiden and serve the "God"?
When she thought of the gap between an "Ordinary Classmate" and a "God," Hayasaka felt a flush of heat rise in her cheeks.
She used to fantasize about the plot of the "Domineering Hayasaka" teasing the "Ordinary Seiran"… but now it's the opposite.
Even Hayasaka, who has always been calm and self-sustaining, felt shame.
It turns out that I am the ordinary person who is being offered as tribute…
Wait.
If I'm being offered... does that mean I have to...
She remembered the rumors about Seiran's "hobby."
Rubbing her cheek, Hayasaka regained her composure, picking up her bag. A small, genuine smile touched her lips.
She suddenly felt that the idea in her mind was no longer so far-fetched.
Well... being a tribute to a God I actually like isn't the worst fate.
Maybe I can even convince Kaguya-sama to join me later...
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