In less than half an hour, whether it was Eri Kisaki, Kasugano's mother, or Yukiko, they all truly experienced Kanjuro's heart-palpitating pressure.
Kanjuro scanned with an invisible deterrent force, the surrounding women subconsciously backing away with fear in their eyes. He walked up to a certain brown-haired girl—the mother of the heroine from the Academy City story—Misaka Misuzu.
Misaka Mikoto was pulled into Kanjuro's control.
"Don't do this! Let me go!!" The whimpering carried despair.
"You think I'll let go? You know very well what your heart truly desires, don't you?" Kanjuro's voice carried an unquestionable dominance as he confined the figure in his arms.
After the lie was exposed, the initial resistance turned into a complex state of acquiescence and powerlessness.
The air in the room seemed to become thick and scorching.
The watching girls turned their eyes away in embarrassment yet could not help but peek, shocked by the overwhelming "strength" Kanjuro displayed, akin to a legendary warrior.
Subsequently, several famous girls who happened to be passing by—the mothers of Megumi Kato, Utaha Kasumigaoka, and Eriri—these three charming ladies also did not escape, falling one by one in this strange "contest" led by Kanjuro.
In an instant, several figures were slumped on the ground, exhausted, their faces wearing indescribable expressions, as if they had spent all their energy, leaving only deep fatigue.
Yet Kanjuro's target search had not stopped.
Finally, his gaze locked onto Tohsaka Aoi.
The zenjou family had a lineage of Magicians; the ancient mana factors naturally flowed within her body.
At this time, the President was looking down, focused on the open dark bible.
The black mist lingering between the pages was nearing saturation along with Kanjuro's peculiar "engagements."
"Damn it! Why is it still impossible to fully activate the power of the dark bible!" the President growled irritably, "Kanjuro, speed up!"
Kanjuro took a deep breath, walked toward Tohsaka Aoi, and took her into his control.
Tohsaka Aoi's face was as pale as paper, her eyes full of alarm when they met Kanjuro's. She had come invited out of curiosity for paranormal research; how could she have expected to be caught in such an unimaginable, embarrassing, and difficult situation?
Her voice trembled slightly with a plea: "You can't do this to me..."
"The reason?" Kanjuro's mouth curled into a cold arc, and with a swipe of his finger, he easily destroyed the integrity of the dress. Tohsaka Aoi's beautiful silhouette was immediately revealed.
That elegance and beauty were indeed soul-stirring.
"I... I already have an engagement," Tohsaka Aoi said in a low, hurried voice, "The other party is the head of the Tohsaka Family, the genius Magician Tohsaka Tokiomi. If you do anything untoward to me, the Tohsaka Family will never let it rest!"
"She's right, friend, please think twice. If you cooperate with me now, we might still be able to stop the person behind the scenes." In the corner, Aozaki Sakuya's face was pale as she struggled to circulate her Magic Circuits, trying to break free from the power restraint of the dark bible's barrier. Her sharp gaze was directed at the President holding the holy book nearby.
However, Kanjuro turned a deaf ear to her suggestion.
A forceful and possessive contact fell.
Feeling the staggering power contained within the other's body, Tohsaka Aoi's heartbeat accelerated uncontrollably.
She ultimately failed to escape a certain invisible law, and even more so, she could not resist the near-succubus-like allure radiating from Kanjuro after he was tainted by the power of the dark bible.
A moment later, Tohsaka Aoi also collapsed to the ground.
She was exhausted to the extreme, her consciousness blurred, yet she strangely had Kanjuro's presence branded into her heart. She used her last bit of strength to look up, her gaze complex and difficult to discern.
Time flew by.
In just two short hours, Kanjuro had "conquered" a long list: Yukiko, Eri Kisaki, Kasugano Sora's mother, Megumi Kato, Utaha Kasumigaoka, and Eriri's mothers, Tohsaka Aoi (mother of Tohsaka Rin and Sakura Matou), and Misaka Misuzu (mother of Misaka Mikoto).
This list also included mothers of many other famous anime female characters, which need not be detailed here.
"Truly disappointing..." The President looked at Kanjuro with a complex gaze, "The specific medium vessel we meticulously planned to find using the dark bible has yet to appear."
Kanjuro's mouth quirked up: "President, you seem very impatient?"
The President was silent for a moment, her tone indifferent: "What I need is a vessel that can truly awaken the core power of the dark bible. None of these you've touched meet the requirements."
"Aren't there three left?" Kanjuro said, turning to Aozaki Sakuya—the powerful mother of Magicians who gave birth to Aozaki Touko and Aozaki Aoko.
The exquisite Magician's dress was torn in Kanjuro's hands like fragile paper.
Aozaki Sakuya's cold eyes looked directly at Kanjuro, devoid of any ripples.
Not far away, Yuigahama Yui knelt on the ground, her face full of resentment and bitterness, as if wordlessly accusing something, immersed in her own sense of loss.
Aozaki Sakuya raised her arm, a faint magical glow condensing at her fingertips.
Although the dark bible's barrier was constantly draining her Magic Circuits and greatly reducing her power, she still intended to stake everything on a final stand against Kanjuro. However, when she was forcibly pulled into Kanjuro's arms, the magic she was brewing came to a sudden halt in mid-air.
Looking back, she saw the President merely wave her hand casually, completely annihilating that magic into nothingness.
"The power of the dark bible... has it come to this?" Aozaki Sakuya murmured to herself, feeling her own magic being swallowed by that eerie black mist, "Magic originates from The Root, from the human Id... Can this dark bible actually counter it to such an extent?" A trace of unease crossed her mind.
Her body appeared exceptionally stiff in Kanjuro's arms, expressionless, like an emotionless ice sculpture, completely different from the reactions of the other women.
Kanjuro looked down at her, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes: "You... really don't feel anything at all?"
Aozaki Sakuya's voice was icy: "My dignity is not to be trampled upon easily."
The words were forceful, like ice shards shattering.
However, the pain and struggle churning deep in her heart were known only to herself; outwardly, she still maintained that aloof pride.
The coldness and detachment she possessed, inherited by Aozaki Touko, instead piqued Kanjuro's even stronger desire for conquest.
The more she resisted, the more fierce Kanjuro's assault became.
Under Kanjuro's continuous and overwhelming "energy output," in less than half an hour, that seemingly indestructible frozen barrier began to crumble.
The cold disguise was completely shattered, and Aozaki Sakuya finally lost her composure, curses spilling out: "Stop! Kanjuro! You bastard! Beast! Scum!" The uncontrolled words were accompanied by violent physiological reactions.
"Finally can't hold on anymore? Hahaha!" Kanjuro let out a hearty laugh.
"Kanjuro, my patience is limited," the President reminded him expressionlessly. For this ritual, she and Kanjuro had planned for a long time, yet besides letting the dark bible accumulate a large amount of energy, the true goal—that perfect vessel—was still nowhere to be found, which made her feel deeply frustrated. This was despite every woman present being a peerless beauty.
Kanjuro suddenly gave a playful smile: "President, rumor has it you prefer women? Why not personally join in and try?"
The President remained silent. The only one she truly cared about in her heart was that person named Kitami.
"I said, I want the woman who can awaken the power of the dark bible," she coldly reiterated, "not to watch you vent your excess energy."
"Master Kanjuro..." The woman of the Aozaki family was in a state of chaotic consciousness, falling into exhaustion.
Kanjuro casually let her go, his gaze locking onto the last two people like a hawk: Yukinoshita Yukino and Yuigahama Yui.
Yukinoshita Yukino stood quietly to the side, always maintaining her distance like a bystander, showing no signs of getting involved.
Meanwhile, Yuigahama Yui, through her own emotional rendering and imagination, had already reached a peculiar peak of satisfaction.