[We're going to time skip! Prepare yourselves, we ain't gonna get NTR! Gonna add some vanilla as well! Gonna taste that ice cream with some steady hands! Fuck you all NTR! Which male NTR do you hate?]
Midas yawned, the gesture doing little to hide his utter disdain for the starched collar of the school uniform he was forcing himself into.
Why was a being like him, owner of NAX? The answer was depressingly simple: boredom.
That, and this farce of human education was a fertile ground for gathering information about nascent cults, shifting power dynamics, and the endless, predictable sins of mortals.
He walked through the throng of students, an island of cold amusement in a sea of youthful inanity.
'Gods, this world sculpts its women into goddesses,' he thought, his eyes skimming over the figures around him.
But his appreciation was tempered by a familiar cynicism. And dresses them in skirts barely long enough to be considered a suggestion.
His gaze snagged on a textbook human drama playing out before him.
A trio: one girl flanked by two boys.
One boy was blushing, stammering some pathetic proposal, while the girl smiled, a picture of saccharine sweetness.
The other boy, a classic specimen of what the world foolishly called an "Alpha," had his hand possessively on her shoulder, a cocky smirk plastered on his face.
Midas could literally see it—the faint, shimmering mark of 'Beta' above the first boy's head and the bold 'Alpha' mark above the second's.
He could also see the crimson strings of fate, shimmering cords that connected the smirking Alpha to another man's wife across campus. It was all so dreadfully predictable.
Thankfully, my own girls are secure, he mused.
He had marked each of his girls with a droplet of his own essence, a living, symbiotic liquid he called Gamma.
It was an extension of his will, a perfect security system that pulsed in harmony with his own being, ready to alert him to the slightest hint of trouble.
"M-Midas!"
The call cut through his thoughts. He turned, a genuine smile gracing his features as he saw the source. Well, well.
Perhaps this won't be a total waste of time after all.
"Suiren-san, And Aoi-san. It's a pleasant surprise to see you both," Midas said, his voice a smooth purr.
Suiren was, to put it mildly, a work of art. Her long blonde hair framed a face with striking blue eyes.
And her body—Midas allowed his gaze to trace her generous curves.
She was voluptuous, with hips that swayed with a natural grace and a chest that strained against the fabric of her uniform.
Truly, a masterpiece. And you, dear reader, can only imagine, can't you? Some things are just beyond your grasp.
"Perv," Aoisan murmured, stepping close to whisper the accusation directly into his ear. Midas's smile widened as he looked at her. Aoisan, Suiren's younger sister, had a similar, incredible build, but with stunning silver hair cascading down her back.
"Me? Such a cruel accusation, Aoisan," Midas feigned a wounded look, placing a hand over his heart. "You wound me."
Her lips twitched into a reluctant, beautiful smile. "I'm sure you'll survive."
Midas let out a low chuckle, his eyes crinkling at the corners.
He didn't bother moving his hand from his chest, letting the feigned melodrama hang in the air for a moment longer.
"See, Suiren? Your sister is a bully. She makes these wild accusations without evidence," he said, gazing back at the elder sister. "You'll have to protect me from her slander."
Suiren giggled, a light, melodic sound that drew a few envious glances from nearby students.
She playfully bumped her shoulder against his arm. "Oh, I think you can handle her, Midaskun. Besides," she added, her blue eyes sparkling with mischief, "I think Aoi-chan might have a point. You weren't exactly studying the architecture, were you?"
"I was appreciating fine art," Midas retorted smoothly, his smile never wavering.
He finally dropped his hand. "And you two just happen to be the finest masterpieces in this entire gallery."
Aoi-san rolled her eyes, but the hint of a smile remained on her lips.
"You're lucky your flattery is so shameless, or it might actually be offensive." She shifted her school bag on her shoulder.
"Are you heading to class? We were just on our way to modern literature."
Suiren's expression brightened.
"That's our class too! We can walk together. You have to tell us what you've been up to. We haven't seen you since before the break." She hooked her arm through Midas's, her warmth pressing against him as she gently pulled him along the crowded hallway.
[We're about to dive into so dark shit!]