It was understandable... two childhood friends, having grown up together through the best years of their lives, would naturally carry a bond that was hard to break. Eri didn't feel she had done anything wrong in choosing her path.
But…
Why is my body so disobedient?
Clenching the bedsheet tightly in frustration, Eri decided to blame Kogoro. It was all his fault that she hadn't been "nourished" for over a decade.
It was his stubbornness that left her body writhing with desire, her mind wandering to fantasies of the young men she had met before!
Eri slammed the pillow in front of her as if it were Kogoro himself.
Yet she didn't know that her surging lust wasn't entirely her own doing. The true cause lay in the next room: the twisted world power, constantly exerting its influence.
As she fumed, she suddenly heard sounds of fighting from the roof above. From the neighboring apartment came rustling noises and strange moans.
If it had been a young girl, she might have dismissed it as some odd noise. But Eri knew better. These were the sounds of couples… or at least, what couples were supposed to be doing.
"Damn wild cats!"
Her carefully suppressed desire flared again, and she pounded her pillow even harder.
It wasn't just ordinary quarrels... it was like wild cats fighting!
That was the power of the twisted world power. At this moment, Eri wasn't the only one affected. Her neighbors, too, felt the subtle stirrings of desire. Even people far away, those previously touched by this world's power, began to feel heat rising in their bodies.
_ _ _
"Ryuji…"
In her sleep, Shampoo instinctively hugged her breasts, her long white legs moving restlessly. In her dream, Ryuji was roughly tearing at her clothes, pressing himself against her.
Meanwhile, in Japan, Usagi dreamed again of that day with Ryuji... but this time, he seemed transformed, exuding the aura of a domineering CEO.
It wasn't just her. Makoto, who had spoken privately with Ryuji before, also twisted uneasily in her sleep. In her dream, Ryuji had treated her with the same boldness he had shown Usagi.
"Ugh… bastard… can't you be a gentleman?"
Her interrupted murmurs revealed just how far Ryuji's actions had affected her dream.
Elsewhere, many others were experiencing similar dreams. Not just girls... men and boys also found themselves caught in erotic fantasies. While the boys' dreams were different, but for each girl, upon waking they couldn't help but have one figure and one name dominate their thoughts.
"…Ryuji? Am I losing my mind… Am I… in heat?"
In Hong Kong, a female teacher named He Min covered her face, awakened by unsatisfied sexual desire in the middle of the night. In her erotic dream, Ryuji appeared again, a face she vaguely recognized.
Where have I seen him before?
A wanted poster flashed in her mind.
"He is the swordsman who killed countless underworld leaders!"
He Min couldn't help but spit in frustration at her own silliness before settling back to sleep. Yet in her heart, she couldn't deny a spark of curiosity and even a faint admiration for this swordsman who eliminated so many gang leaders while protecting ordinary people.
After all, any sane person wouldn't care about organized crime too much.
Although the big bosses above were furious, the lower-level enforcers rarely put in effort. Aside from a few law-abiding officers, most ordinary police simply didn't care.
For He Min, this meant she felt no aversion to the swordsman but neither did she have any particular interest.
Still, when she thought about her own lascivious behavior in the dream, she blushed, wondering if she, like those infatuated girls, had begun to feel drawn to him.
_ _ _
Yuka, a Japanese police officer, was in the same boat. After waking, she laughed at herself, but when she looked at her body, she couldn't deny the truth of her body's reaction.
"I… I'm thinking about men now?"
Some crystalline fluids had appeared between her thighs, the threads of liquid catching in the air. She sighed, helpless, reflecting on the absurdity... falling for a man she'd only seen once.
"And the man I'm thinking about… I've only met him once."
She shook her head, fetched a bottle of red wine from the cabinet, and, in her pajamas, began drinking while gazing at the night sky.
As a normal woman, she had natural desires. Back when Ryo Saeba had made that fair-competition agreement with someone else, she had been furious...she felt as if she were treated like a mere prize.
Now, with that friend gone and his sister growing up beside Ryo, she knew there was no future with him. They were all bound by the memory of the deceased, making any future together impossible. So, as a normal woman, she couldn't help but reflect.
"Ryuji…?"
Red lips meeting red wine, she couldn't help but consider the possibility of being with him.
She was calm acknowledging her desires, facing them head-on. There was no confusion, no shame. In her mind, desire was as natural as hunger or thirst.
"He's coming to Japan in a little while, isn't he?"
She wondered whether she should investigate Ryuji a bit, perhaps even orchestrate a chance encounter.
_ _ _ _
But the one most deeply affected was…
"Ahhhh!! I'm going to kill that bastard!"
Misato shot upright in bed, her face flushed with both anger and embarrassment. She had sensed the twisted world power in her sleep and inadvertently had a dream involving Ryuji...
A boiling, frustrated sound escaped her mouth. She didn't know how to face Ryuji now; she couldn't even imagine what to say.
Was she supposed to tell him she discovered the twisted world power and that it made her have an erotic dream about him?!
And in that dream, she had gone along with Ryuji's advances… enthusiastically, even moaning with pleasure!
Yet the moment she became fully conscious, the twisted word power vanished, leaving her frustrated and bewildered.
"You damn bastard! Stop hiding from me!"
She pounded her fists against the bed, cursing through gritted teeth. After a moment of silence, she quietly got up, pulled out new lingerie from her bag, changed her soaked sheets and blanket, and tossed the old ones aside.
Even the wet underwear went straight into the trash.
She simply couldn't bear to wash it.
Looking at the fresh bedding, Misato lay back down, sighing in resignation.
"Damn it… am I just starved for affection, or is this the fault of that monster? Or… could it be that I actually like Ryuji?"
She didn't know for sure. She only knew that Ryuji perfectly fit her type: strong, easygoing, mischievous yet principled, sharing similar values about money, capable of earning it, and though he intended to have a harem, he would be upfront about it first…
Someone like that was hard not to like.
But the problem was... he wants to start a harem.
A huge minus point!
"Ahhh! Why do you have to start a harem!"
Thinking of this, Misato rolled on her bed in frustration. If Ryuji had no intentions of a harem, she, as a mature woman, wouldn't mind giving him a little… attention.
But unfortunately, he planned to have a harem.
"What a damn idiot…"
With that thought, the irritated Misato buried her head under the blanket, choosing to ignore the world for a while.
And she wasn't the only woman who thought Ryuji was a scoundrel.
"Bastard…"
Fujiko was kneading her own breasts, her hands wandering between her thighs, her face flushed.
She clearly realized she wanted a man and without any other context, she firmly believed it was Ryuji's teasing that had stirred the unsatisfied longing in her eyes.
"You damn bastard! Come over here already!"
When had Fujiko ever been put in such a situation?!
She cried in humiliation as she fondled herself on the bed.
Meanwhile, on another bed, Akemi's dream was very...
Very interesting...
Her dream was cruel. Bound hand and foot to a gynecological examination table, she watched as Moroboshi Dai... tied to a chair... looked on helplessly, while Ryuji continued thrusting between her legs.
She had already been filled several times by Ryuji. Moroboshi Dai or rather, Akai Shuichi wanted to close his eyes, but couldn't. She prayed that Ryuji wouldn't continue, or at least that Akai wouldn't have to watch.
Ryuji, however, grinned wickedly, insisting that if she didn't want Akai to "suffer," she should obediently show her slutty side.
The most terrifying part was her sister, who despised Akai, secretly dosing him with aphrodisiacs so he would watch her being fucked by Ryuji… and humiliated by it.
"Mr. Ryuji… please don't…"
Akemi murmured in her restless dream.
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