Humiliation and fury surged through Soma Natsuki, her teeth clenched as she fought to reclaim control of her body.
[Natsuki's Anger: +142]
Moments later, she resumed her forced motions, her lips and philtrum stretched taut.
Su Ze aimed the camera at her, his legs pinning her head as the "holy sword" broke free.
Natsuki wished time would freeze, the "sword" shielding her face forever.
But such things only happened in dreams.
Under Su Ze's command, she began tending to the "hilt's twin treasures" with her tongue.
"Please, I was wrong. I won't trouble the academy again. Let me go," she pleaded, finally breaking.
Su Ze, no saint, lifted her tear-streaked face. "Hold it steady and record," he ordered, handing her the camera.
In this scene, Su Ze felt a rush, his muscles swelling like a Michelangelo marble statue—majestic, veins pulsing like serpents, blood surging like an endless tide.
He knew how to stoke his own excitement.
These days, as he indulged his desires, his War Demon bloodline grew more divine, its power awakening.
His mind conjured a vivid fantasy:
A resplendent tiger pinned a white fox, its dominance overwhelming, like a relentless pile driver.
The fox sang praises, one arm clutching the tiger, the other holding a strange tech device, its long legs wrapped around the tiger's waist.
Time blurred. The tiger unleashed its full might.
A fearsome "intrusion" bulged the fox's delicate belly!
Chug-chug-chug~
The tiger shuddered, the fox's belly swelling as if pregnant again.
The tiger toiled, the fox rejoiced: Tiger good.
The fox reveled, draining the tiger: Fox bad.
Natsuki lay on the desk, covered in white stains, still clutching the camera.
"Review it often. Maybe it'll inspire some spicy stories for extra cash," Su Ze suggested, striding out.
He purchased an invisible dragonfly, binding it to Natsuki.
Her "garage" was spacious, perfect for an "idle car" to park—occasionally driven, but always locked.
"You're out," Hirano Natsume said, cheeks flushed, waiting outside.
"Mm," Su Ze nodded, walking on without looking back.
"The headmistress and Mafuyu-chan are with the suppliers," Natsume said, hurrying after him.
"Got it."
Through the dragonfly's feed, he saw Naoko negotiating with unfamiliar merchants, Tsukishima Kyoko by her side.
"Master, let's not bother them, okay?" Natsume giggled.
Su Ze glanced at her, exasperated. "I've got real work to do."
Natsume pouted, indignant. "Am I not real? You had time in the office!"
Her voice turned petulant, almost hurt.
Su Ze pinched her cheek, promising, "Tonight, we'll go shopping."
He hadn't stopped "driving" Natsume, drawn to her allure, yet her exclusive trait hadn't emerged.
She needed genuine affection.
Despite her lustful facade and mercenary streak, Natsume had a childlike heart, yearning for romance.
"Really?! Amazing!" Natsume's eyes sparkled, almost blindingly.
Stuck at school, she'd been suffocating.
"Darling Ze-kun, don't forget!"
"Mm-hm."
That afternoon, Su Ze did little but meet suppliers.
As twilight faded and night fell, Tokyo came alive.
"Tomoki-chan, open the gate!" Natsume called.
Mikage Tomoki, watching a detective anime, looked up to see a sleek, stretched Mercedes. Natsume leaned out, beaming.
"Natsume-chan, going out?" Tomoki eyed the car curiously.
She'd never seen it at school.
Of course—it was freshly system-purchased, luxurious, crash-proof, soundproof, and smooth.
"Yep!" Natsume chirped, thrilled.
"Teacher Tomoki," Ichijo Yurika said politely, lowering the driver's window.
Tomoki gaped. "You're driving, Yurika?!"
Though new, Yurika was known for shadowing the headmistress. Tomoki doubted she had a license.
And the car's interior looked… unique. She peered closer.
"Join us, Tomoki-sensei?" Yurika teased, tossing her blonde hair.
"No, no! I'm on duty," Tomoki declined, loving her cushy guard job—food, drink, and a bed to nap in.
She raised the gate.
"See ya~" Natsume waved like a windmill.
"Pick up Reina and Sakura first," Su Ze instructed Yurika.
Yurika blinked, then tapped the dashboard's "family" menu.
Over a dozen avatars appeared.
She selected two, confirming.
The screen switched to a map, plotting the optimal route.
"Not bad," Su Ze said, smiling.
The heiress was sharp, mastering it after one lesson.
"You're too kind," Yurika said, blushing.
It wasn't her first praise from him, but it still thrilled her.
[Yurika's Joy: +88]
The car glided smoothly, its auto-correction making driving effortless for Yurika.
The tinted windows were semi-transparent from inside, perfect for discreet observation.
The pristine interior carried a faint, calming fragrance, soothing the mind.
Though built for a "seven-person melee," Su Ze simply gazed out, savoring the seat's comfort and Tokyo's neon nights.
The women generated desire points just by being there—no effort needed.
Soon, the Mercedes picked up Reina and Sakura.
Both marveled at the car.
Its exterior was stunning, its interior opulent yet artistic, blending modern and timeless elegance.
Their admiration pleased Su Ze.
It was the satisfaction of refined taste.
"Cost a few thousand desire points."
"But after all my hard work…"
"I deserve this!"
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