The next day.
In one of the Sixth Unit Anti-Demon Corps dormitory rooms.
"Mghm~..."
"Yawn~..."
Listlessly, Sahara opened her eyes. Her hand still enveloped in drowsiness rubbed her watery eyes.
"Eh...? Why does it feel strange?"
Just waking up, her body felt light, but there was an unusual damp and slightly sticky sensation in her groin area. Still half-conscious, she sat up on the bed.
And that's when she realized it. On the bottom of her pajamas and sheets, there was a fairly large wet stain. Pale color, almost transparent, but clearly wet.
"N-No way! I... wet the bed?!"
Sahara's face turned bright red to her ears. Instantly, her drowsiness completely disappeared, replaced by embarrassment and panic. At her age of 19, she still wet the bed?
That was embarrassing!
Of course, what she didn't know was that the fluid wasn't urine. It was orgasmic fluid—the result of Naoki's "exploration" on her unconscious body last night, which stimulated her body to react physiologically even though her mind was in deep sleep.
"Oh no! If Yachiho-san finds out, she'll definitely laugh at me endlessly!"
That scenario made her even more panicked. Sahara immediately jumped from the bed, quickly changed her underwear and pajamas, then pulled the wet-stained sheet. Carefully she folded it to hide the wet part, then hurried out of the room toward the communal bathroom to wash it before anyone saw.
However, as soon as she arrived at the laundry room near the bathroom, she saw someone was already there.
Yachiho stood in front of the washing machine, with the same anxious and restless expression on her face. In her hands, she also held sheets that looked wet and slightly stained. Their gazes met, and for several seconds, they just stared at each other in awkward silence.
"Yachiho-san?" Sahara called nervously.
"S-Sahara?! What are you doing here so early in the morning?!" Yachiho turned with jerky movements, trying to hide the rolled cloth in her hands behind her back.
It turned out Yachiho experienced exactly the same thing. Although Naoki didn't molest Yachiho as intensely as Sahara, his deep touches and kisses and manipulation of her sensitive areas were apparently enough to cause a wet dream reaction in Yachiho's body which was under the influence of strong sedatives.
Their eyes then both fell to the sheets and underwear that each of them carried. There was a tacit understanding that suddenly formed between them. This was an embarrassing secret that didn't need to be discussed.
With almost simultaneous movements, they both pretended not to see each other, as if the other wasn't there. With bright red faces, they put their respective sheets and underwear into the same washing machine, added detergent, and turned on the machine.
Not a single word was spoken.
A silent agreement to forget this incident had already been established.
After the washing machine started working, with the same purpose, they both walked toward the shower area. Still in an awkward atmosphere, they entered adjacent shower stalls and began removing their clothes.
When Yachiho removed her pajamas and prepared to shower, her eyes accidentally glanced toward Sahara who was also naked in the next stall. And something caught her attention.
On Sahara's plump breasts, precisely around the areola, there were several small red marks and even one or two light bite marks that were still clearly visible. Those were the marks left by Naoki last night when he "collected DNA samples" in a somewhat too enthusiastic manner.
"Eh, Sahara. Your breasts... there are red marks. What are those?" Yachiho asked with furrowed brows.
Sahara looked down, seeing her own chest. There, on her smooth white skin, were several reddish-purple marks and traces resembling small bite marks.
"Eh? I... I don't know." She answered confusedly, touching those marks. "It feels slightly painful when pressed, but I don't remember when this happened. Could it be I'm allergic to certain foods?"
Yachiho approached, observing those marks carefully. "Maybe insect bites? But what kind of insect could leave marks this big?"
Seeing Sahara's genuinely confused expression, Yachiho decided not to ask further. After all, she herself had a strange experience this morning that she couldn't explain.
Neither of them had experience watching porn videos or explicit sexual material. In a world dominated by women and where sex education might be more focused on biological and health aspects, they didn't recognize the signs of hickeys on breasts. For them, these were just "strange red marks" that appeared out of nowhere.
They both finally turned on the water and began showering, trying to clean themselves and—in their minds—the embarrassing "bedwetting residue," without realizing that the "perpetrator" who caused all this morning's strangeness was relaxing in the real world, planning his next steps.
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At the Kamikawa family home, Naoki had already eaten a simple breakfast and was preparing to leave for school.
Today, his main purpose for going to school wasn't to study, but to arrange leave to go abroad—more specifically, to China.
There was a specific Peach Blessing he really wanted, owned by a woman from a prominent family in that Bamboo Curtain country. To get it, he needed to go there directly.
Arranging official leave was necessary if he wanted his attendance to remain "maintained" and he could graduate without administrative problems. Although his power was growing, having a high school diploma was still useful for normalcy cover.
At 7:45 AM, Naoki was already standing on the train platform, surrounded by a sea of other men—students in uniforms like himself, office workers in suits, laborers in work clothes.
All crowded together, waiting with tired or listless expressions.
Meanwhile, on the other side of the station, there was a separate and wider exclusive waiting area, with orderly and uncrowded queues. There, there were only women boarding trains. They didn't need to crowd, didn't need to jostle elbows. Some even looked relaxed reading books or checking their phones.
(Sigh... The social inequality between men and women in Japan is so stark, even in trivial matters like public transportation. In other countries, although there's discrimination because of Peaches, it doesn't feel this severe.) Naoki sighed inwardly.
Outside Japan, women who successfully ate Peaches were very rare, especially those who got combat-oriented Peach Blessings. Therefore, in everyday society life in most countries, men were still quite dominant in ordinary economic and social sectors.
Of course, top power positions like politics and high military were still occupied by women who had eaten Peaches, but at least at middle to lower levels, men still had space.
*SCREEEEEEECCCCHHH!*
The train finally arrived with a roar. Doors opened, and a wave of humanity—all men—scrambled to enter, pushing, squeezing, looking for a little space to stand.
With physical fitness enhanced by Peaches, Naoki easily got a spot near the door without having to jostle roughly.
Fifteen minutes of packed and silent journey, only the sound of train rumbling and breathing. Then, Naoki got off at his destination station. He walked toward Kaminoge High School.
Along the way to school, the scenery he saw was consistent: only male students were seen rushing. Meanwhile, not a single female student was visible.
Based on school regulations influenced by the Mato dimension, male students were required to come earlier to complete all school building cleaning work.
Thus, female students who were mostly already ate Peaches and had higher social status, usually came later, after basic cleaning work was completed by male students.
That was a "norm" and "duty" accepted just like that in this school, a small reflection of the larger hierarchy in Japanese society in this new social structure.
(Truly an efficient system for oppressing one gender) Naoki thought cynically. He passed several classmates who were wiping windows without glancing at all.
His steps were firm toward the teacher's staff room. His target was to complete this bureaucratic matter as quickly as possible, then prepare for his flight to China.
There was a slot in his Qliphoth Tree that was impatient to be filled!
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