Rom was incredibly nervous.
It was already late at night when he finally arrived outside his former downtown psychic shop—the very same shop run by Granny Mitsue.
Rom had absolutely no intention of wasting time. On the contrary, he seemed extremely impatient. The shop was closed and dark, so he could only drop to his knees right in front of the door. Bowing his head low, he silently waited in the cold night air for his "death sentence."
He waited for a long time.
Then, just moments before his resolve wavered, he heard that familiar, kind, and ethereal voice echo directly in his mind.
"The key's in the usual place. You'll run this shop for me for now..."
Hearing this, Rom jerked his head up and looked frantically around the empty street. But no one was there. This telepathic projection alone was enough to prove many things to his newly opened eyes.
"Yes, Teacher!" Rom answered at the top of his lungs, desperate to express his determination and demonstrate his unwavering commitment to his "prodigal son's return."
He kowtowed heavily several times, his forehead hitting the pavement. His eyes were red-rimmed and his breath choked with sobs as he fumbled for the hidden key under the doormat. Finally... he had been allowed to come back.
He unlocked the door, entered the shop, and closed it firmly behind him. Rom finally couldn't hold his emotions back anymore and burst into a violent fit of tears.
He was home. He was finally back...
The Next Day: The Yotsuya Residence
Touko Yotsuya looked up toward the second floor with a deeply worried expression.
What on earth was wrong with her daughter, Miko Yotsuya? She was concerned about Miko's recent mental state, especially since her daughter had come home so incredibly late last night looking completely pale and shaken. Had she encountered some kind of dangerous trouble on the streets?
Clenching her hands, Touko began to anxiously ponder the matter. She knew exactly how beautiful her daughter was. At school, if Miko wanted to, she could easily be considered the top school beauty. After all, Miko had inherited her mother's flawless genes.
Touko herself was an extremely gentle, refined lady. Phrases like "fair skin and an exquisite face" didn't even begin to describe her. She naturally radiated a powerful, comforting "wifely" aura. Yet, due to her status as a widow, she always seemed to unexpectedly exude a subtle, captivating hint of melancholy.
After greeting her daughter and serving breakfast, Touko gripped her smartphone. She had quietly checked the logs of a tracking app she had secretly placed on Miko's phone out of extreme, overprotective worry.
Yesterday's final location pointed directly to a specific neighborhood: Suginami Ward.
'What was Miko doing all the way out there?' Touko wondered, her brow furrowing.
Although Suginami Ward was officially designated as a quiet civilian residential area, it was common knowledge that many incredibly wealthy, powerful elites resided in massive estates there… Could it be that Miko had been enticed by someone dangerous?
The more Touko thought about the dark possibilities, the more terrified she became. Unable to sit still, she grabbed her purse and traveled to Suginami Ward alone to investigate.
Suginami Ward: The Minazuki Estate
From his bedroom balcony, Seiran glanced down and effortlessly "saw" the beautifully dressed, anxious widow peering stealthily at his estate gates from the street.
'Truly… a pitiful sight?' Seiran thought, a smirk playing on his lips. 'Not quite. This one is exceptionally timid. Full of charm? No, this one possesses a much stronger, mature married-woman vibe.'
As he was lost in thought, Sayuri Sawamura stirred beside him and woke up. Driven by her own intense desires, she let out a soft, compliant whimper, resignedly preparing herself for a fierce morning session.
But Seiran's interest had already been thoroughly captured by the furtive widow pacing outside.
Thinking it over carefully, Seiran easily guessed her motive. 'Is she worried sick about Yotsuya Miko...?'
In truth, Seiran didn't currently intend to use Miko Yotsuya and Saeko Busujima as mere passive pawns. He needed to keep them active in the mortal world to handle a couple more upcoming supernatural incidents. One was a proud samurai heir wielding a demon blade, and the other was an extraordinarily lucky girl with innate spiritual vision. They weren't just decorative figures.
But the daughters' temporary inaction didn't mean this beautiful, worried mother couldn't act on their behalf right now.
Seiran casually reached out his hand, warping the space around his gates.
Flash—!
Before she could even scream, Touko Yotsuya—a petite, remarkably curvaceous beauty dressed in an elegant long skirt—was instantly pulled through space, tumbling directly onto Seiran's massive bed. She looked completely, utterly bewildered.
And from then on... there was no more time for talking.
The blonde, twin-tailed Sayuri was having a spectacular time. Finally, it was her turn to help dominate and push someone else into the fray! Always being completely overwhelmed by the Yukinoshita women had clearly taken a heavy physical toll on her. Having a fresh, mature ally to share the burden was a godsend.
Jolted awake by the sudden, overwhelming heat of the sheets, Touko immediately panicked.
"What... what is happening?!" she gasped, her face flushing crimson as hands pulled her down. "How did I get in here?! Wait! This is my brand new dress! Wait, wait a minute! My underwear isn't... um..."
Her protests were quickly muffled.
On the couch across the room, Eriri Spencer Sawamura was excitedly sketching in her notebook. Inspiration for her new doujinshi had struck with absolute, overwhelming force… but the ideas were flowing so fast that her hands could barely keep up with the pacing.
'Maybe I should hire a manga assistant?' Eriri mused, chewing on her pen. 'But who? That voluptuous cow, Kasumigaoka?'
Eriri slapped her palm down on her sketchpad, finalizing her wicked choice. She knew, of course, that Utaha Kasumigaoka was a terrible visual artist and solely a novelist, but Eriri just desperately wanted to force the proud woman into this room to see her roll her eyes and drool in absolute submission to Seiran's power. She didn't care about anything else; the sheer comedy of it would be worth it.
Downstairs: The Lounge
Mrs. Yukinoshita finally felt a deep sense of satisfaction regarding her youngest daughter.
Perhaps her second daughter, Yukino, wasn't the most physically capable or ruthless woman in business, but last night proved she possessed a terrifying, natural talent for palace intrigue. A single, fiercely possessive remark had completely bypassed Eri Kisaki's defenses, shortening the Yukinoshita family's path back to absolute favor.
Mrs. Yukinoshita escorted an exhausted Yukino out of the Minazuki mansion. Today was the scheduled shift change among the factions, and it was officially the police inspector Sato Miwako's turn to serve Him. Therefore, Mrs. Yukinoshita had plenty of quiet time at home to further cultivate Yukino's hidden talent for political maneuvering. Even if it had been an unintentional, romantic remark, true talent was talent.
Meanwhile, Haruno Yukinoshita also looked at her younger sister with a newfound, profound level of respect. Last night, Yukino had been forced to eat "cream puffs" for hours without uttering a single cry of complaint. To save a couple of ordinary classmates, Yukino really went all out…
Only after they safely returned to the private Yukinoshita estate did their mother finally nod in grand approval.
"You did remarkably well this time, Yukino."
"..."
Yukino blinked, completely stunned. She had been praised. But Yukino had absolutely no idea what she had done so well. 'Didn't I get a furious scolding from mother yesterday for bringing trouble to Suginami Ward…?
"No, just stay exactly as you are," Mrs. Yukinoshita added gently, pouring her tea. "There is no need to do anything unnecessary. You are absolutely perfect to Him right now."
Yukino's expression turned slightly strange and protective as she unconsciously stroked her slightly bloated, aching lower abdomen. A deep sense of unease washed over her.
'What does this mean?' she worried. 'Are they planning to have me get pregnant and force me to drop out of school to secure our bloodline's power?'
In truth, while she loved Seiran, she was still a little reluctant to completely abandon her ordinary high school life.
Back in the Mansion: Eri Kisaki's Suite
Meanwhile, the brilliant lawyer Eri Kisaki felt an urgent, suffocating sense of impending doom.
'This is a disaster…' Eri thought, pacing back and forth across her plush rug.
She had personally witnessed the political aftermath of last night's events. The divine favor and attention had been completely absorbed by Yukino's bold declaration. Not a single drop of warmth had been left for her faction. This was more than enough to prove how devastatingly effective Yukino's verbal play had been.
Even if it didn't completely bring the fallen Yukinoshita family back to their historical peak of power, it proved that Yukino was rapidly showing signs of regaining absolute dominance in the inner circle.
Eri didn't want to care about these petty, domestic squabbles. But as a brilliant legal mind, she couldn't afford to ignore the shifting balance of power. She had to consider the safety and standing of many people beneath her banner.
For example, her precious daughter, Ran Mouri, who had already been elevated to a stable status within the household. And for example, her several close friends who had allied with her.
'Truly, once you enter this level of palace intrigue, it is exactly like falling into a deep, heavy sea,' Eri sighed heavily. 'Trying to extricate yourself cleanly is entirely futile…'
And Yukino was indeed proving to be quite troublesome. Despite being down on her luck recently, she was still able to instantly regain power with a few clever words. Just the three generations of the Yukinoshita family acting in unison could easily satisfy and manipulate most of Seiran's dark desires. Especially Mrs. Yukinoshita, whose absolute, unblushing lack of shame during their sessions was enough to make Eri, a sophisticated modern woman, blush in second-hand embarrassment.
'Damn it,' Eri vowed, her eyes flashing with sharp determination. 'Next time He summons us, I will have to execute a flawless counter-strategy…'
The Master Bedroom
"Not bad at all," Seiran murmured, leaning down to kiss Touko Yotsuya's swollen, bright red lips.
He didn't care in the slightest that the mature woman was still in a complete, breathless daze beneath him. This particular widow turned out to be far easier to take care of than he had initially anticipated, and once her initial panic subsided, she had become unexpectedly, intensely proactive in the sheets.
Seiran had merely taken the physical initiative at the start, and then the blushing mother had easily given in to her repressed instincts, her protests dissolving into soft, disjointed murmurs.
"Ugh... no, this is wrong... Miko is still waiting for me at home..."
"Ah... heavens, I am being completely shameless..."
"My new skirt is entirely ruined, how am I supposed to walk back like this..."
But underneath those verbal protests, Seiran could practically hear her true, giddy thoughts:
'Hey, this guy is impossibly handsome... I've accidentally hit the jackpot...'
By the time the morning had passed, Seiran felt as if he was the one who had been thoroughly taken advantage of by the voluptuous widow. He questioned his life for a brief, amusing moment, wondering if he had been cleverly cheated out of his stamina by a master…
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