Tsubakihara Yuna was just a bonus for Mu Xiaoxiao. Honestly, though he never planned to let the Tsubakihara sisters go, he hadn't expected things to move this fast...
In short, not only had Yuji lost thirty years of his life, but Yuna had been taken right in front of him. Watching him suffer immense physical and mental trauma—completely losing his mind, dazed and broken—
It felt great.
Excellent harvest.
As for Yuna herself, he hadn't actually done anything to her. Not because he'd turned over a new leaf, but because he already had plenty of women. Chisato, Makoto, and the others kept him plenty busy. No extra essence to spare for her.
If she wanted the master's favor, that could wait.
He didn't seek Yuna out for the next two days. Life settled into a routine. He went to school with Makoto, Anna, and the others—servicing them in hidden spots—then came home to leave traces of love everywhere.
Living room. Kitchen. Bathroom. Hallway.
Besides his lovers, the Obata mother and daughter were frequent guests. He enjoyed their services often.
Such an unpretentious life... and boring.
He'd become a walking transmitter, ejaculating wherever he went. But despite the daily enjoyment, he deliberately reduced each girl's count.
More people now, after all.
"Ha~"
He stretched—or tried to. Arms pinned. Glanced at Chisato pressed against him, Makoto and Kisaragi Anna on either side.
Mouth twitched. Crowded.
"Bed's not big enough..."
Even a double bed couldn't fit four comfortably. He carefully extracted himself, threw on a T-shirt and shorts, and opened the curtains. Sunlight streamed in.
Grabbed his phone. Before checking messages, his [Incubus Pattern] flared violently.
Caught off guard. Sudden.
He rarely used it to track emotions—useless compared to mind-reading. But this spike intrigued him.
Intense. Mrs. Natsumi.
Eyes closed, he felt it. Panic. Fear. Horror. Shock. Fine moments ago—what changed?
Smiled. Not worried. "Probably today... her hypnosis wore off."
Right on time. Curious, not concerned. How would she react?
Time to find out.
"Chi-chan, going out. Back later. Sleep." He pinched her cheek.
"Mm... can't anymore... Xiaoxiao, find someone else... tired..."
Rolled his eyes. Barely touched her last night. Attribute boost making him too strong?
"Rest well. Message you later."
Weekend. No school. Skipped his usual black hoodie for short sleeves. June heat.
Grabbed a baseball cap. Gotten used to them since Mrs. Mira.
"Not bad." Adjusted the brim. Half his face hidden. Mysterious.
Headed out.
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He'd promised Makoto and the others a date. Didn't plan to break it. This trip to Obata's was just to see her reaction. Old habits.
Right on cue, Mrs. Natsumi had returned to normal.
Hypnosis wasn't permanent—far weaker than Absolute Control. He didn't care. Eager to see.
She hadn't noticed at first. Woke alone, unbearably lonely. Used to his company, his essence filling her.
Without him, empty.
Morning came. Complexion poor. Woke at nine. 'Will he come...'
'Wait. Something's wrong...'
"..."
Frozen. Sculpture. Dumbfounded. Slowly, voice wavering, "Mu-kun... Mu Xiaoxiao... that person... how... me... him..."
Memories flooded. Face paled. Hypnosis broken, the past crashed like thunder.
Snap—
Wallet dropped.
Rushed to bedroom. Tore off nightgown. Before the mirror—pink love marks. Paler still.
The familiar room now glared. Memories surfaced. Her slutty, charming posture. A boy her daughter's age doing shameful things.
The pleasure of his touch. His penetration. His shape. His heat.
Most vivid—with her daughter.
Face drained. "I... how... Yui..."
Ding-dong—
Doorbell. She shivered. Peephole. Familiar face.
He was here.
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Outside, Mu Xiaoxiao waited. Smiling. Didn't leave. Didn't ring again. Anticipation growing.
Three minutes. Door opened.
Mrs. Natsumi's charming face. Smile. Affection in her brows. Perfectly normal. As if nothing happened.
'Oh?'
Eyebrow raised.
"Mu-kun, so early? Insomnia last night... slept late. Just woke."
Smiling.
"Missed you. Mrs. Natsumi, I couldn't wait." Stepped forward. Reached out. "Insomnia? Missing me?"
"...Yes. Missed Mu-kun terribly. Can't live without my master~"
She took his hand. Snuggled close. Beneath the smile—helplessness. Fear. 'Can't let him know I'm normal.'
His hand slipped inside her clothes. Stroked delicate skin. Watched her shy lashes.
Smile widened.
'Getting more interesting...'