The days passed quickly. The weekend arrived.
Not a single day went by without Ren's debauchery. His daily life at school had turned into a secret playground full of temptation and transgression.
Within the school environment, five different women had become the objects of his lust.
Three of them were Student Council members: Yuki, Masha, and Alya.
Their busy schedules preparing for the upcoming sports festival limited the frequency of their encounters with Ren, but it didn't stop them.
In a cramped and dusty sports equipment storage room, Yuki's flexible body was pinned between rolled-up mats and a basketball hoop stand. Her breath was hitched, her lips sealed tight to hold back a moan every time Ren's body slammed into hers, afraid their sounds would be heard by students passing by in the corridor.
Meanwhile, in the dimly lit Student Council archive room, Masha had to bend over a pile of festival proposal documents. Her sweat dripped, wetting the papers beneath her as Ren gripped her hips from behind, each thrust making the wooden table creak softly in an embarrassing rhythm.
In a hidden corner of the school roof, behind the water tank, with her uniform still neat from the waist up but open below, Alya sat straddling Ren's lap as he sat on a concrete bench. Her body moved up and down shakily, her eyes teary as she looked up at the bright daylight sky while trying to stay silent.
The two other women, Hayasaka and Rita, were even more accessible than the Student Council trio.
With her approachable gyaru persona, Hayasaka found excitement in the risk. Behind a curtain in the corner of a classroom during the long break, she knelt on the floor, her head squeezed between the wall and Ren's standing body, her slightly modified uniform open.
Meanwhile, Rita, who publicly always behaved as a young lady from a prestigious family, found pleasure in the extreme contrast. In the school library, among the tall bookshelves in the quiet philosophy section, she had to restrain herself from screaming when Ren took her from behind, her uniform skirt hiked up and her body bent over a small wooden stool, her hands pressing hard against a thick book cover that shielded her blushing face.
These five girls, each beautiful and popular, were bound by the same secret thread: the same man who skillfully exploited every gap in time and space to satisfy his lust. If this secret were to be exposed, the resulting scandal would rock the school.
Outside the school environment, Ren's sexual activity did not abate. Sometimes, he slipped into other people's family homes.
In the Uesugi family residence, on the bed she shared with her husband, the married Yotsuba bit down hard on her pillow. Her trembling body endured every thrust from Ren, while her eyes constantly glanced at the clock on the wall, counting the final minutes before her unsuspecting husband returned from work. Her gasps were muffled, full of guilt and forbidden pleasure.
Similarly, at Kujou house, on the family room sofa that still carried a familial scent, the housewife had to cover her mouth with her hand when Ren took her in a deep position. Her mind drifted to her daughters, Masha and Alya, adding a layer of complexity to the illicit pleasure she felt, all happening while the sun was still high in the sky and her husband was busy at the office.
However, the peak of Ren's non-stop sexual life occurred within his own home.
When night fell, his large bed transformed into a stage for a true orgy. Hayasaka, Rita, Alya, and Masha—the four high school girls—obediently fulfilled his requests.
The beautiful young bodies intertwined on the messy sheets, their skin glistening with sweat, their moans and gasps merging into a symphony of lust. Ren moved from one girl to the next with ease, creating a seamless mosaic of pleasure that lasted deep into the night, often continuing until one or two in the morning, leaving them all limp and satisfied.
Speaking of which, after his first visit, Ren never again visited Itsuki, the adult woman who was also his homeroom teacher, who was recovering in the hospital after giving birth to his child. It wasn't due to indifference, but a request.
Overwhelmed by the shame that the man who caused her to take maternity leave was her own student, Itsuki specifically pleaded with Ren not to come.
Almost every day, colleagues, college alumni friends, or high school friends came to visit, check on her, and chat.
For Itsuki, Ren's presence would be like bringing a spotlight that would illuminate her darkest secret. Her care had been taken over by her four sisters, who took turns guarding her bedside.
Thus, Ren's intoxicating life, which would make many men envious, continued without hindrance.
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"I heard siblings have telepathic abilities. There are even studies trying to prove the truth of that statement. Really, the sisters think alike."
Ren stood in front of the fountain in bustling Shinjuku. This location reminded him of his meeting with Miku a few days ago. He glanced at his watch, a sign of slight impatience.
The air around him was filled with the anticipation of other men and women who were also waiting for their dates. However, Ren's gaze was drawn to several scenes that made him shake his head.
"These people never learn, huh..."
The sarcastic words were directed at several Indian men—similar to those who had bothered Miku before—who were approaching several women with overly enthusiastic invitations by doing a backflip.
"Is their brain filled only with lust? Well, I guess I have no right to say this."
"Whatever, it's none of my business."
He was no hero. On the contrary, he was a Demon King. Helping women who were being harassed was not his concern unless the woman had a connection to him or piqued his interest.
Suddenly, his eyes were covered from behind by a pair of soft hands.
The palms felt smooth and fragrant. They definitely belonged to a woman. His conviction grew when Ren felt a soft, marshmallow-like sensation pressing against his back—breasts.
"Guess who I am~" A playful female voice sounded.
Ren didn't take long. "Ichika-san. You're an adult, this is so childish."
"Bingo! A hundred points for Ren-kun."
As his vision returned, Ren turned around.
Standing before him was Ichika, one of the five sisters, who could be considered his sister-in-law. However, her appearance today was far from her glamorous on-screen image.
Ichika wore an elegantly casual outfit—a denim jacket and well-fitting trousers—but her disguise was meticulous. A baseball cap covered part of her beautiful hair, large sunglasses hid her expressive eyes, and a face mask covered her famous smile.
As an adored national actress, appearing in public without a disguise was an invitation to be swarmed by fans asking for photos and autographs.
"What's wrong with Onee-san acting childish?"
Ichika protested in a spoiled voice, though muffled by her mask. Her eyes, visible behind the sunglasses, blinked playfully.
"Isn't there a saying that no matter how old they are, men will always be boys? Why can't women be? That's bias, you know~"
To emphasize her complaint, she poked Ren's cheek with her fingertip.
Ren, not particularly afraid of the public consequences for himself but very aware of the media storm that would ensue if Ichika was recognized, quickly changed the subject.
"Let's move somewhere else. What if someone recognizes you? I don't want my photo appearing in scandal magazines."
"My, Onee-san is sad to see you so reluctant." Ichika pretended to be offended, placing a hand on her chest. "Am I, Ichika Onee-san, not as good as Itsuki-chan?"
But before Ren could answer, her mood changed as quickly as turning a page.
"Just kidding~!"
The two of them then walked, maintaining a reasonably polite distance between them, leaving the crowded fountain area.
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