"I'm home!"
Tobihama Waka saw the shoes on the doormat and breathed a sigh of relief. Because her parents weren't home, only her sister was there. Although she was a newly recognized sister, at least she didn't bully her like her own mother and this mother.
She walked into the kitchen, opened the refrigerator, wanting to find some snacks—but the refrigerator was as usual: empty. So she washed a tomato for an emergency.
Just as the kitchen faucet was running, she suddenly heard strange sounds. It sounded like bare feet stepping on water on tiles, and it was rhythmic, like a metronome. Curiously, she walked into the washroom and saw her sister standing in the bathroom, doing something she didn't know.
"Sister?"
Tobihama Waka asked, sensing something was off with her sister. But she couldn't see clearly through the glass.
"Are you taking a shower?"
"Mmm!"
"I… I'm about to take a shower."
The voice was indeed Sakurajima Mai's, but her tone and rhythm of speech were a little strange.
"Sister, are you not feeling well?"
"Mmm! I'm fine!"
Sakurajima Mai gritted her teeth, responding with the shortest possible sounds.
"Oh!"
Tobihama Waka returned to the living room and turned on the television. She still felt like something was off.
In the bathroom, Lucoa stood opposite Sakurajima Mai, holding her in her arms like a mother.
"From now on, you shall receive the power granted by Quetzalcoatl—eternal life."
Lucoa reached out and placed her hand on Sakurajima Mai's stomach, and a magical mark immediately appeared there.
"Mr. Akira, I've done as you asked. Where's my reward?"
Lucoa presented her achievement like a treasure, and Akira then carried Sakurajima Mai into the bathtub.
Sakurajima Mai's mind was in a mess, even more bewildered than when that woman brought Tobihama Waka into the house. What exactly was going on? She couldn't figure it out. But looking at the mark on her lower abdomen, she felt as if this wasn't necessarily a bad thing.
Eternal life—that was something that only appeared in novels. Now she had obtained it so easily.
This couldn't help but make her question whether her current experience was a dream within a dream. Perhaps soon, she would open her eyes again and suddenly sit up from her bed.
Drowsily feeling the warmth of the water, her gaze couldn't help but drift toward the woman with horns on her head.
So big. So white. Like giant water sacs. Such an outrageous figure. With horns on her head. Her voice was also soft and gentle, making one feel a comfortable urge to sleep—more precisely, a hypnotic feeling.
This made her retrieve a name from her mind: Succubus!
That woman named Lucoa must be a succubus.
As for that man… his hand possessed magic. Once held, the mind would go blank. So comfortable that one would forget oneself.
Succubus. He was also a succubus. But do succubi have the power to grant eternal life?
Sakurajima Mai's mind couldn't quite process it. She just stared at Akira and Lucoa.
"Comfortable! These twenty-five years weren't in vain, Mr. Akira—you're even more amazing than last time!"
Lucoa genuinely felt that her senses had elevated another level. She was so ecstatic that she almost lost herself.
Actually, Akira didn't have any new skills. It was merely Sakurajima Mai activating the Bystander switch, allowing both their senses to double again.
"Listen to me—turn your back. Let me show you something even more amazing."
Lucoa obediently turned around in mid-air. Her movements were like an acrobat's, leaving Sakurajima Mai dumbfounded.
The first effect of Beast Tamer activated. Akira let go, feeling a thrill he had never experienced before. Under the constant barrage of heightened senses, Lucoa also felt her brain intensely secrete dopamine—it was many times happier than any moment she had experienced from birth until now.
"Comfortable—so comfortable!"
Seeing the two of them so wild, Sakurajima Mai couldn't help but recall how she had been just moments ago. Her face immediately flushed red. It was truly unforgettable.
Sakurajima Mai wanted to move, but her body was still recovering and she couldn't stand up at all. But then, a streak of light flashed across the mark—she felt her previous fatigue suddenly vanish.
"What's going on? How is this possible?"
Sakurajima Mai tried to prop herself up to stand, but with a slight effort, several finger marks appeared on the edge of the bathtub.
Her movements caught Akira's attention, so he patted Lucoa, telling her to come out and handle it.
Lucoa spoke in a soft, charming voice. "It's nothing—she just hasn't fully mastered the power I bestowed upon her yet."
"Didn't you say it was an immortality spell?"
"How can there be an ordinary spell that grants immortality? Of course, unless you're not afraid of Mai-chan becoming a living dead."
God's Hand closed. Lucoa immediately felt like she had fallen from the sky into water. She instantly turned her head back to look at Akira with resentment.
"I bestowed upon her the power of a dragon. To allow her to live as long as a dragon—tens of thousands of years or something."
"Oh my…"
Sakurajima Mai was stunned. She looked at the two people in front of her in disbelief.
What had she experienced in these past few hours? Dragons? The power of a dragon? She wasn't dreaming, was she?
Sakurajima Mai wanted to slap her own face. As a result, she didn't control her strength properly.
Thud!
Her head made a hole in the wall.
"Sister?"
Hearing the sound, Tobihama Waka quickly ran to the bathroom. "Sister, what happened to you?"
Sakurajima Mai covered her mouth, not knowing what to do. Then Lucoa raised her hand, and the cracks and hole in the wall reversed—as if played backward—returning to how it was before the hole appeared.
"N-nothing—the floor was a bit slippery, and I fell."
"Is it serious? Do you need my help?"
"No need. I'll be out soon."
Strange. Truly strange.
Tobihama Waka tilted her head, finding it strange no matter what. But why, she couldn't say. She could only return to the living room, looking back every few steps.
As for the bathroom, Sakurajima Mai received an invitation from Akira. The battlefield situation became a three-way standoff.
"Mr. Akira."
Lucoa hugged Akira's arm. Tightly. Without any gap.
"I have a whole day today—you don't need to hold on so tight."
"A day? Do it for a day?"
Although it sounded a bit outrageous, she didn't seem to be wrong.
After confirming the power she had gained, Sakurajima Mai showed high loyalty to Akira. Unfortunately, Tobihama Waka didn't have a mark on her. Otherwise, he could have directly "converted" another follower and received a reward. However, because this time it was one day spanning three rounds, he would have to wait until he exited this alternate world to settle the score.
"Mmm~!"
Lucoa's eyes immediately lit up, and she bounced into Akira's arms again.
Akira was a bit speechless. "Now I need to go back to the tram to find the next target."
"How about I just find you a few dragons instead—save me the trouble of bestowing my power on humans."
Akira heard this suggestion and considered it very seriously, but ultimately shook his head. Because Eroge, so far, only marked named characters. Akira had never even heard of Quetzalcoatl's friends at this stage. Even if they came, there was a 99% chance that no tag would appear. It was more direct to just go to the tram and look.
"Forget it. If there are too many dragons, I'm afraid I won't be able to handle them."
Lucoa nodded, agreeing deeply. "Mr. Akira doesn't even have enough time to spend with me. If they also enjoyed such extreme pleasure, they would definitely fight with me. Mr. Akira is still the most resourceful."
As she was speaking, Lucoa's expression suddenly became serious. Her entire aura also changed.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Akira—something has happened over there, and I have to go back. So for the rest of the time, I might not be able to accompany Mr. Akira."
"It's fine. With my strength, no one should be able to threaten me."
Lucoa smiled. "As long as Mr. Akira doesn't cause any major commotion, the relevant personnel definitely won't bother you."
Akira himself didn't want to cause any major commotion, so he nodded.
A portal appeared in the sky—calling it a door, it was actually just a hole. Lucoa drilled into it, and the hole instantly closed, leaving no trace.
Fortunately, he had agreed with Lucoa earlier that she would help look after any women he left marks on. Otherwise, with one day in the real world and such a large span here, anyone would find it a bit unbearable. If everyone had the lifespan of a dragon, this problem would be easily solved.
Existence Weakening activated. Akira walked into the tram station, then boarded the tram. As a result, he immediately noticed a mark appearing above the head of a woman in the crowd who was deliberately hiding her face.
Ding-dong! Ding-dong!
At the last moment before the tram doors closed, a group of men in suits rushed into the tram—and immediately spotted the marked woman.
What's going on? Akira was a bit confused. What crime had this woman committed?
He stepped in front of the woman, wanting to pull away the covering on her face. But the men in suits who had chased onto the tram were already closing in.
The woman took off running—very fast. Akira only saw that the woman's pupils were red. There were no further clues.
However, since there were readily available conditions that could be utilized, they could naturally be put to use.
"Stop! Catch that woman! Catch her!"
Yor Briar was wearing high heels and a very fashionable trench coat. Her hair was pulled back and tucked into her hood. Wearing a mask, she hurried through the carriage.
"My disguise is perfect enough. These bodyguards are really good!"
When Yor nonchalantly mumbled that her disguise was perfect enough, Akira next to her almost burst out laughing.
This outfit is called a disguise? Walking on the street, her head-turning rate is surprisingly high, isn't it?
Interesting, interesting. Woman, you have successfully attracted my attention.
However, being able to run so fast in high heels—she had some skill.
The tram carriage only had ten sections. Yor got on in the middle and quickly found herself with no room to retreat. The men in suits fanned out, surrounding Yor—yet not a single one dared to step forward.
"You are surrounded. Do not resist. You are alone, and we are many—you cannot escape."
The surrounding pedestrians, seeing this scene, all walked away in fright, then curiously turned their heads back.
Yor reached into her trench coat and pulled out two iron spikes, each the length of a dagger. She pounced on the group of men in suits like a hungry tiger.
After a series of screams, the men in suits lay sprawled on the ground.
As expected of Yor—her combat power is incredibly abnormal. She can jump ten meters high and shatter a cutting board while chopping vegetables. How dare these mere nobodies chase after Yor?
Mr. Akira stroked his chin. Should I pretend to be the leader of these nobodies, capture Yor, and then interrogate her? Hmm—that's not very original.
While Mr. Akira was pondering, the tram had already arrived at the station. Yor got off the tram without hesitation and ran toward the exit. But she hadn't run two steps before many men in suits, observing their surroundings, rushed toward Yor. Compared to the previous batch, these ones were clearly several levels higher in quality.
Interesting!
Mr. Akira accelerated, instantly arriving at a corner. Outside was an underground shopping mall, with a complex crowd. He would wait there, biding his time.
Yor's attire was very conspicuous—especially her trench coat, which stood out like a lightbulb in the crowd.
"Did those groups of people exchange information? Otherwise, how could they recognize me immediately? Or—my escape route was already sold to these…"
Yor's concentration was high. She passed through the turnstile and ran toward the only exit without men in suits. But as soon as she stepped into the corner, a dangerous aura assaulted her.
In a flash, her trench coat came off, and she was pressed against the wall. Then a tall figure blocked her and immediately kissed her.
Yor was stunned. The next second, she was about to retaliate.
But at that moment, hurried footsteps brushed past the two of them. Her clenched fist did not strike Mr. Akira's cheek. However, her leg had already lifted, aiming for the man's vital spot.
Oh no!
But Mr. Akira quickly adjusted his posture, and her movement transformed into actively lifting her leg to clamp the man—as if desiring intimacy.
The black trench coat disappeared, and the group of men in suits instantly lost their target. But they dared not linger and could only pursue her into the mall.
"Mmm… mmm… mmm!"
"Everyone has already left."
Mr. Akira smiled and leaned close to Yor's ear. "I'm here to meet you. Now, pretend to be my girlfriend and go back to take the tram."
With that, Mr. Akira pulled out two stolen transit cards. He took Yor's hand and walked toward the underground platform.
Just then, the group of large men in suits turned back to search—perfectly missing them.
Under the effect of Bewitch Heart, Yor had no doubts whatsoever. Aside from various "clean-ups," her talents in other areas were mediocre; she was so pure it was almost adorable.
"That's amazing—I didn't expect that even brushing past those guys, they didn't recognize me."
"That's largely thanks to your trench coat diverting their attention. Now without that trench coat, you look much prettier."
Yor was dressed all in black, giving her a cool, assassin-like vibe. But at this moment, a hint of maidenly shyness appeared on her face.
Yor had undergone assassin training since childhood. Due to her superb physical skills and extraordinary talent, she had never delved into romantic relationships. This led to her never having had a boyfriend until now, and even her contact with men was extremely rare. She was as innocent as a blank sheet of paper. Upon hearing the compliment, her face involuntarily turned red.
"You're very impressive—you were able to block my instinctive attack. In the entire organization, no one has lasted more than three rounds against me; you are an exception. But when did our organization get such a formidable member?"
The girl truly had a big heart—even while riding the tram, she could talk about such sensitive topics. It was a good thing he chose a corner where others couldn't hear them.
"I just joined. Today is my first mission."
"Is that so? Then please take care of me in the future. My codename is Thorny Rose."
"My codename… Hmm! Gale Force Eight."
"Eh! That codename is so cool—Gale Force Eight!"
Mr. Akira smiled. Yor was truly simple-minded—she couldn't even read it backward.
"So what do we do next?"
"We'll just pretend to be a couple, then go to a love hotel to clean up any traces left on us."
"But don't we need to register to stay at a hotel?"
"Don't worry—I've already prepared everything."
"Mhm mhm! So what should a couple do?"
Mr. Akira looked into Yor's eyes, seeing a pure foolishness.
"Don't resist. Just let me do it."
With that, Mr. Akira kissed her.
It was clear that Yor was very nervous—her fists clenched. But she did not resist, just as Mr. Akira had instructed. Nor did she show much reaction—like a robot, a beautiful doll.
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