Chapter 354: Echizen Takumi: No...
'Zhou Dong is quite clever; to think he actually found clues...'
Looking at Echizen Takumi's handsome face—which bore a striking resemblance to Zhou Dong—Shen Anyu smiled playfully.
At this moment, Shen Anyu had already appeared beside Suzuki Natsuki through the [Supernatural Skill: Love Infinite Teleportation], but because he had activated the [Divine Invisibility Technique], neither Suzuki Natsuki nor Echizen Takumi had discovered Shen Anyu's whereabouts.
The [Supernatural Skill: Love Infinite Teleportation] was one of Shen Anyu's greatest trump cards. It allowed him to fold space itself, stepping through the void as easily as walking through a door. It was a divine ability that ignored distance and barriers, a power that he would never expose casually to the world. It was usually used in perfect conjunction with the [Divine Invisibility Technique], allowing him to exist as a ghost in the machine—appearing and disappearing mysteriously, a phantom haunting the lives of the Children of Destiny.
'But even if he found out, it's fine. It's a good time to deal with Echizen Takumi, this Child of Destiny, today.'
Shen Anyu's playfulness faded, replaced by the cold, calculating gaze of a predator. He watched Echizen Takumi, who was sneakily following Suzuki Natsuki like a rat in the sewers.
This so-called "Akina Mountain Car God," a Child of Destiny born from the desire for speed and adrenaline, only had a total Destiny Value of 600,000. Through previous suppressions, that value had already decreased by nearly half. The fruit was ripe. It was time to completely harvest him today and crush his Dao Heart into dust.
After thinking for a moment, Shen Anyu silently teleported far away to a secluded alleyway to disengage his invisibility, ensuring no cameras caught his sudden materialization. Then, he pulled out his phone and sent a message to Suzuki Natsuki.
Beep beep.
On the busy street, Suzuki Natsuki stopped. Her smartphone vibrated in her expensive handbag. When she saw the sender's name, her beautiful eyes instantly lit up, sparkling with a mix of reverence and greed.
It was Him.
Her fingers flew across the screen as she typed a reply: "Master, I'm coming over now."
She had originally planned to go shopping to alleviate her boredom. Besides buying her closets full of luxury goods—Hermès bags, Chanel dresses, limited-edition perfumes—Shen Anyu had also given her a black card with a limit that made her dizzy.
Regarding money, Shen Anyu was always generous. To him, wealth was merely a number, a renewable resource. Compared to the Destiny Value that could transcend the mundane and grant immortality, money was nothing more than waste paper.
However, for a girl like Suzuki Natsuki, that "waste paper" was her lifeline. Just talking about his teleportation ability, no amount of money could buy it; even the world's richest man would covet it in vain, but Destiny Value could achieve it.
Without a second thought, Suzuki Natsuki abandoned her shopping plans. She hailed a taxi, her heart pounding with anticipation.
"To Tokyo Ginza, please. Hurry," she ordered, checking her makeup in her compact mirror.
Not far behind, Echizen Takumi also hailed a taxi. He slammed the door shut, staring intently at the tail lights of Natsuki's car.
"Follow that car in front," he rasped, his voice tight with tension.
The taxi driver glanced at Echizen Takumi through the rearview mirror. He saw a young man with messy hair, frantic eyes, and cheap clothes, chasing a stunning beauty in a high-end district. The driver sighed, a look of sympathy crossing his face.
"Is that your girlfriend, young man? Dressed so luxuriously, heading to Ginza... I'm afraid the situation isn't looking good. You might want to prepare yourself."
"Baka! Natsuki-chan is not that kind of woman!"
Echizen Takumi shouted exasperatedly, his fists clenching on his knees until the knuckles turned white. His entire face turned red with anger and humiliation. How dare this stranger judge Natsuki? Natsuki was pure. She was his childhood friend, the innocent girl who loved cars and sea breezes.
[Ding! Child of Destiny Echizen Takumi is exasperated, plundering +6666 Destiny Value!]
[Ding! Child of Destiny Echizen Takumi is red with anger, plundering +8686 Destiny Value!]
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The district of Akina Mountain is not far from Tokyo, and the traffic was surprisingly light. They soon arrived at the bustling heart of Tokyo Ginza.
The neon lights were just beginning to flicker on, casting a kaleidoscope of colors against the glass skyscrapers. Luxury sedans lined the streets, and the air smelled of expensive perfume and money.
Echizen Takumi paid the driver and scrambled out, following far behind Suzuki Natsuki. He hid behind pillars and signboards, his heart hammering against his ribs like a drum.
Suddenly, his expression changed drastically. The blood drained from his face.
He saw her.
He saw his beloved childhood friend, Suzuki Natsuki, the girl he swore to protect. But she wasn't alone.
She was meeting with a tall, incredibly handsome young man. The man wore a bespoke suit that fit his broad shoulders perfectly, radiating an aura of nobility and dominance that made the surrounding pedestrians look like gray background characters.
And at this moment, Suzuki Natsuki's sweet and lovely face was full of smiles—smiles she had never shown Takumi. She was actively holding the young man's arm, pressing her chest against him with an intimacy that shattered Takumi's world.
[Ding! Child of Destiny Echizen Takumi's mindset exploded, plundering +9999 Destiny Value!]
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"No..."
"It can't be, can it?"
Echizen Takumi's face turned as pale as a sheet of paper. His eyes widened, capillaries bursting from the strain. His mindset instantly exploded, the mental image of his pure goddess crumbling into dust. He swayed on his feet, dizziness washing over him, almost falling down right there on the pavement.
Seeing this scene, watching his beloved childhood friend Suzuki Natsuki sweetly meeting with a strange young man, was like having a knife twisted in his gut. No matter how much Echizen Takumi wanted to deny it, the suspicion in his heart grew closer to the truth.
The incredibly cruel truth!
Echizen Takumi's eyes were filled with tears that he couldn't wipe away. His vision blurred, the neon lights smearing into ugly streaks. The empty soda can in his hand was crushed under his grip, the aluminum screaming as it crumpled, making loud crunching sounds that went unnoticed in the noisy street.
"No, I don't believe it... I don't believe it's true! Maybe it's a relative... maybe it's just a misunderstanding..."
Wiping his tears with his sleeve, Echizen Takumi still quietly followed them, lurking in the shadows like a wounded ghost.
Although it was foolish, he was unwilling to give up. He needed proof. Unless he saw that scene with his own eyes, Echizen Takumi would rather deceive himself until the end of time.
Shen Anyu's peripheral vision swept over Echizen Takumi, who was hiding behind a trash can not far away. The corners of his lips curled up in a faint, mocking arc.
'The sorrow of a simp. He sees the wall, yet he still runs into it headfirst.'
Shen Anyu withdrew his gaze, treating the Child of Destiny like nothing more than air. He turned his attention to the beauty hanging off his arm.
"Natsuki-chan, have you used up all the money I gave you last time?"
Suzuki Natsuki's watery peach blossom eyes looked gratefully at Shen Anyu. She gazed up at him as if he were a god.
"Master, Natsuki can't use that much. Master gave too much... I still have plenty left."
She truly couldn't believe it. The monthly allowance Shen Anyu gave her was so generous, it was terrifying. It was more than what an average office worker in this island nation could earn in a lifetime of servitude.
Many girls in Tokyo look for sugar daddies, hoping for a brand-name bag or a nice dinner. But even their allowances wouldn't amount to a fraction of hers. Shen Anyu didn't just support her; he drowned her in wealth.
She was becoming increasingly dependent on Shen Anyu's money, and even more dependent on Shen Anyu himself. The fear of losing this lifestyle, of losing him, was etched into her soul.
[Ding! Detected destined heroine Suzuki Natsuki's favorability +1, plundering +3000 Destiny Value!]
...
Shen Anyu reached out and patted Suzuki Natsuki's head, his fingers tangling in her silky hair.
"You're so well-behaved, you deserve it."
Suzuki Natsuki's small face immediately flushed scarlet. She knew that tone. She knew what Shen Anyu patting her head usually implied. It was a signal. A command.
Her breathing hitched, and a wave of heat pooled in her lower abdomen. But since they were on the street, Suzuki Natsuki wasn't bold enough to act on it immediately. She bit her lower lip, her eyes misting over with desire.
She immediately looked at a nearby hotel—a five-star establishment that towered over the district like a golden monolith. She took Shen Anyu's large hand, squeezing it meaningfully, and whispered softly, her voice trembling:
"Master... let's go there. Natsuki wants to... Natsuki will serve you well."
Shen Anyu chuckled, a low, magnetic sound that vibrated in his chest. He nodded, his peripheral vision sweeping over Echizen Takumi one last time to ensure the audience was in place.
Then, he and Suzuki Natsuki walked into the hotel lobby.
[Ding! Child of Destiny Echizen Takumi's vision went black, plundering +9999 Destiny Value!]
[Ding! Child of Destiny Echizen Takumi's mindset shattered, plundering +9999 Destiny Value!]
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"Master... Natsuki-chan called him Master??"
Echizen Takumi gritted his teeth so hard that his gums bled. His eyes were bloodshot red, veins bulging on his forehead.
He had heard it. The wind had carried her soft, submissive voice directly to his ears.
Master.
Not "Honey," not "Darling," but Master.
He completely lost his composure. Tears streamed from his eyes, hot and stinging.
Before, Echizen Takumi still held out hope that the tall, handsome young man might be Natsuki-chan's distant cousin, or a business partner, or anything innocent. But now, having personally heard that title, echoing with submission and adoration, Echizen Takumi no longer held any illusions.
His goddess had fallen.
At this moment, Echizen Takumi clenched his fists, standing in front of the hotel entrance like a statue of misery. The cold wind of Tokyo whipped against his face, but he felt nothing. He stood there, eyes red, waiting. He had to know. He had to see how long they would be.
Ten minutes passed.
Inside the presidential suite on the top floor, the atmosphere was thick with the scent of pheromones and expensive incense.
The floor-to-ceiling windows offered a panoramic view of the Ginza skyline, but neither occupant cared for the view.
Suzuki Natsuki knelt on the plush carpet, her expensive designer dress pooling around her waist, her hands trembling as she undid Shen Anyu's belt. Her face was flushed with a drunken intoxication, her eyes glazed and unfocused.
"Master..." she whimpered, pressing her cheek against his thigh, rubbing against the fabric of his suit like a pet seeking favor. "Natsuki missed you so much..."
Shen Anyu looked down at her, his expression calm and domineering. He reached out, grabbing her chin and forcing her to look up.
"Show me," he commanded.
Half an hour passed.
Echizen Takumi was still standing outside. His legs were numb. Passersby gave him strange looks—a handsome young man crying silently in front of a love hotel—but he didn't move. Every minute that ticked by was a lash on his heart. What are they doing? Why is it taking so long?
An hour passed.
Two hours passed.
Inside the room, the sounds were unrestrained.
Slap!
"Ah! Master... please..."
Suzuki Natsuki's voice was hoarse, her throat raw. Her body was slick with sweat, her fair skin marked with red handprints that bloomed like roses. She clung to Shen Anyu, her nails digging into his back, completely lost in the ocean of pleasure and pain.
Shen Anyu showed no mercy. He was not making love; he was conquering territory. He was imprinting his mark on every inch of her soul and body, washing away any trace of her past, any trace of her childhood memories with Echizen Takumi.
"Who do you belong to?" Shen Anyu whispered into her ear, his voice dark.
"You... I belong to you, Master! Only you!" Natsuki cried out, her body arching in a beautiful, desperate curve.
Two and a half hours later.
The elevator doors in the lobby pinged open.
Suzuki Natsuki and Shen Anyu walked out. They were chatting and laughing, but the dynamic had visibly shifted.
Suzuki Natsuki clung to Shen Anyu's arm as if he were her only support. Her small face was still flushed with a lingering crimson hue, and her watery peach blossom eyes were sparkling with a sated, drowsy contentment. Her hair, though tidied, had a slight disheveled quality to it, and her luxury dress looked slightly wrinkled.
Most notably, her steps were unstable. Her knees were weak, and she wobbled slightly with every step, forcing her to lean heavily against Shen Anyu.
When they exited the revolving doors, the cold air hit them.
However, when Suzuki Natsuki saw Echizen Takumi standing in front of her—frozen, pale, and looking like a corpse that had been dragged out of the water—her delicate body stiffened.
Her movements came to an abrupt halt. The smile froze on her face.
Echizen Takumi's hoarse voice sounded, cracking with dryness:
"Natsuki... I need an explanation."
Suzuki Natsuki's pretty face immediately turned pale. The shame and panic of being caught by her childhood friend washed over her. She stammered, unable to form a coherent sentence:
"Takumi... I... I..."
Echizen Takumi sneered repeatedly. His gaze traveled down to her legs—specifically to her knees, which were trembling and slightly bruised beneath her hemline.
"Natsuki, you sprained your leg? Is this how you sprained your leg?"
Looking at Suzuki Natsuki's red, weakened knees, Echizen Takumi was almost grinding his teeth to dust. The visual evidence of what she had been doing for the past two and a half hours was undeniable. It was a mockery of his love.
Suzuki Natsuki was flustered and at a loss. Tears welled up in her eyes, terrified of his judgment.
Just then, a strong arm wrapped around her waist.
Shen Anyu directly pulled Suzuki Natsuki into his arms, pulling her back against his chest in a protective, possessive embrace. He looked at the disheveled "Car God" with a calm, pitying smile and said:
"You're Takumi, right? It's just as you see it. Natsuki-chan is already my girlfriend."
He paused, his hand caressing Natsuki's shoulder, feeling her tremble.
"Natsuki-chan is a very beautiful and lovely girl. Besides me, no one is worthy of making her cry."
[Ding! Detected destined heroine Suzuki Natsuki's favorability +5, plundering +15000 Destiny Value!]
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