Mizunotsuki Residence
Reiko Yukinoshita and the others had gone back.
This made Seiran Mizunotsuki a little regretful.
Because only Yohime and Tsurara were left for him to play "Jenga" with.
"They are finally gone, My Lord," a soft, elegant voice whispered.
Yohime, the "Eldest Miss" of the Hanakaiin, emerged from the inner room. She wasn't walking; she was gliding. She wore her twelve-layered ceremonial kimono (Juunihitoe), a heavy, suffocatingly beautiful garment that cost a fortune. But as she approached, she deliberately loosened the obi sash, letting the heavy silk slide off her shoulders to reveal the milky white skin and fragile collarbone beneath.
"Hmph! I was waiting too!" A burst of cold air swirled around the room. Tsurara, the Yuki-Onna, materialized from a flurry of snowflakes. She hovered over Seiran, her yellow eyes glowing with possessive hunger. Her skin was delightfully cool, radiating a chill that promised to soothe Seiran's high sorcerer body temperature.
Seiran smirked, looking at the two contrasting beauties—one noble and warm, one wild and cold.
"Well," Seiran said, his voice dropping an octave. "The 'Main Family' put on a good show today. I think it's time to celebrate. Shall we play Jenga?"
Yohime's eyes widened at Seiran's suggestion, but she quickly composed herself, a faint blush staining her cheeks.
"As you wish, My Lord," she replied, her voice dripping with honey. She approached Seiran, her movements graceful and measured. One by one, she carefully lifted the layers of her Juunihitoe, the heavy silk pooling around her feet like a discarded sea of crimson. Beneath the layers, Yohime wore only a thin, see-through silk robe that clung to her curves like a second skin.
Tsurara, meanwhile, circled Seiran like a predator. Her cool breath caressed his neck, sending shivers down his spine. "My Lord seems overheated," she whispered, her voice a melody of ice and wind. "Allow me to cool you down."
Without waiting for permission, Tsurara pressed her chilled lips against Seiran's feverish skin. Her mouth opened, and she began to use her cursed energy to draw out the heat, lowering Seiran's body temperature with each pass of her cool tongue.
Seiran let out a low, appreciative hum, his sorcerer body reveling in the contrast. His hands found Yohime's hips as she straddled him, her warmth seeping into him through the thin fabric of her robe. He could feel the heat of her core even through the silk, a delicious counterpoint to the coolness Tsurara was providing.
"My Lord is so skilled," Yohime cooed, her hips rocking subtly against him. "His sorcerer physique is truly... impressive." She lifted slightly, allowing Seiran to push up her robe. The fabric parted, revealing the smooth, unblemished skin of her lower stomach and the dark pink petals of her most intimate place.
Tsurara's eyes narrowed at this display. With a flick of her wrist, a thin sheet of icy air rippled across Yohime's exposed skin. Yohime gasped, her body trembling delicately, as Seiran watched with amusement.
"Satiating both our Lord's preferences," Tsurara explained coolly. Her hand snaked down Seiran's muscular chest, cool fingers teasing the waistband of his trousers.
Seiran growled, his patience wearing thin. With a quick flick, he lifted Yohime off him and positioned her on all fours on the sofa beside them. Then, in one swift motion, he shed his trousers.
Seiran's thick, engorged cock sprang free from its confinement, already dripping with anticipation. The ache that had been building throughout the meeting finally had a chance to find some relief.
Yohime gasped at the sight, her pale cheeks flushing a deeper shade of pink. "My Lord's strength never ceases to amaze me," she breathed reverently. She arched her back, presenting herself to him with the elegance of a true noble lady, all while her innermost self craved the corruption only he could provide.
Tsurara, not to be outdone, pressed her chilled body against Seiran's right side. Her cool skin provided a stark contrast to the warmth radiating from the heat of Seiran's sorcerer body and Yohime's arousal. She ground herself against his thigh, her hardened nipples clearly visible through the thin fabric of her school uniform.
Seiran gripped Yohime's waist with one hand, his other reaching for Tsurara's nape, tangling fingers in her snow-silver hair. "Such obedient pets," he murmured, his voice dripping with satisfaction. "I believe you've both earned a reward."
With that, he pushed into Yohime in one smooth, powerful thrust. Her warm, welcoming walls enveloped him perfectly, a velvet heat that immediately sought to milk him of his seed. He built a steady rhythm, each thrust causing Yohime to let out soft, breathy moans that mingled with the wet sounds of their coupling.
Tsurara watched hungrily, her cool breath ghosting over Seiran's shoulder. She pressed closer, her chilly fingers trailing over his chest as her tongue danced along his neck. With each thrust, Seiran could feel her excitement building, her chilled body growing warmer by the second.
"Oh My Lord, you're so deep," Yohime gasped, her voice thick with pleasure. "Your power is overwhelming!"
Seiran's grip tightened, his pace becoming more demanding. "You love being bred by your God, don't you?" he growled, punctuating each word with a powerful thrust. "Admit it. Let Tsurara hear how much you crave this."
Yohime's back arched beautifully, her Juunihitoe sliding further down her arms. The sight of the noble lady being pleasured by their 'God' was too much. With a soft cry, she came undone beneath him, her warm walls clenching around him in waves of exquisite pleasure.
Tsurara whimpered at the sight, her jealousy and arousal reaching a fever pitch. She pressed herself more firmly against Seiran, her cold breath hot against his ear. "My Lord, please," she whispered, her voice trembling with need. "I need to feel your heat too."
Seiran smirked, his eyes glinting with satisfaction. With a flourish, he withdrew from Yohime's twitching heat and turned his attention to Tsurara. In one smooth motion, he shed her school uniform, revealing her perfect, milky skin. The small, pert breasts that Yohime lacked sat atop her ribcage, crowned with pale pink nipples already diamond-hard from arousal.
Tsurara's eyes widened as Seiran picked her up, positioning her in Yohime's abandoned spot. He filled her in one swift thrust, his thick cock stretching her tight, cool interior deliciously. A small gasp escaped her lips as Seiran immediately set a bruising pace, each thrust pushing her forward, causing her breasts to bounce enticingly.
"Feel that, my cold little pet?" Seiran growled, his hands gripping her hips hard enough to leave marks. "Feel how I fill you until you're overflowing?"
Tsurara could only moan in response, her eyes rolling back from the sheer intensity of it all. She clutched at Seiran's shoulders, her nails digging in for purchase as he pounded into her relentlessly. The contrast between his sorcerer heat and her innate coldness created a friction that seemed to set fire to her insides.
Yohime watched, still dazed from her release, as Seiran took Tsurara with all the heat and passion she knew so well. It only served to stoke her desire, and soon she was moving closer, her hands trailing over Tsurara's chilled skin, contrasting beautifully against Seiran's flushed warmth.
"My Lord, your stamina is as infinite as your power," Yohime cooed, her fingers dancing teasingly over the proof of that stamina. "Such strength, such heat... you can satisfy us both to no end."
Seiran groaned at her touch, his pace faltering for the briefest moment. It was enough for Tsurara to find the rhythm to press back against him, meeting his thrusts with equal fervor. The sight of his throne's power being so thoroughly worshiped by two beautiful women was intoxicating. Their contrasting moans filled the room—Yohime's soft, cultured gasps mingling with Tsurara's sharp, breathless cries.
Seiran's hands roamed freely, one gripping Tsurara's hip while the other reached back to palm Yohime's ass. "Come here," he commanded the noble lady, his voice rough with arousal. "Show Tsurara how a true devotee serves her god."
Yohime obeyed instantly, positioning herself behind Tsurara. Her warm breath fanned over the Yuki-Onna's shoulder as she reached around to cup Tsurara's small breasts, rolling the hardened nipples between her fingers. Tsurara gasped at the dual stimulation—the searing heat of Seiran's cock pistoning into her and Yohime's warm hands teasing her sensitive flesh.
"My Lord, I-I can't..." Tsurara whimpered, her body trembling violently. Her inner walls clenched around Seiran's length like a vice, the friction between cold and heat bringing her rapidly to the edge.
Seiran chuckled darkly, his thrusts growing even more powerful. "Oh, you can," he growled, his own release building. "You will take every drop I give you, my ice princess."
Yohime leaned closer, pressing her lips to Tsurara's ear. "Give in to our Lord," she whispered, her voice a siren's song. "Let his power consume you."
With a final cry, Tsurara shattered. Her body convulsed around Seiran's cock as she came hard, her chilled juices gushing around his length. The sensation was too much—Seiran followed her over the edge, his hips stuttering as he buried himself to the hilt and unleashed a flood of hot cum deep inside her.
The room filled with the sounds of their heavy breathing and the visceral slap of skin on skin. Seiran remained buried in Tsurara for a moment longer before pulling out with a satisfied groan.
Yohime watched as Tsurara collapsed onto the sofa, her body still trembling from aftershocks. Her own desire was far from sated. "My Lord," she murmured, crawling onto his lap once more. "What of me?"
Seiran smirked, his cock already hard again thanks to his sorcerer stamina. "Greedy little pet," he teased, grabbing Yohime's waist and positioning her over his lap. Her warm, wet core hovered just above his still-dripping cock, her arousal soaking the air between them.
"But My Lord loves my greed," she purred, sinking down onto him in one smooth motion.
Seiran groaned as Yohime's tight heat enveloped him once more, her walls fluttering around his sensitive length. She began to ride him with slow, deliberate rolls of her hips, her Juunihitoe pooling around them like a decadent throne.
Tsurara, still recovering from her own climax, watched with half-lidded eyes. She reached out weakly, tracing patterns in the cooling cum that dripped from her inner thighs. "My Lord's seed is so warm," she murmured, bringing her fingers to her lips to taste him.
The sight of the Yuki-Onna lapping at his cum was too much. Seiran gripped Yohime's hips tighter, guiding her movements into a faster, more brutal pace. Yohime's breath hitched with each downward thrust, her moans growing louder and more desperate.
"Fill me, My Lord," she begged, her nails digging into his shoulders. "Mark me as yours forever!"
Seiran obliged, his thrusts growing erratic as his release approached once more. With a guttural groan, he buried himself to the hilt, spilling hot ropes of cum deep inside Yohime's waiting cunt.
Yohime cried out as she came again, her body shuddering violently in his lap. She clung to him as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her, her inner walls milking him for every last drop.
As they caught their breath, Tsurara crawled closer, pressing her chilled body against Seiran's side. "My Lord is incredible," she whispered, nuzzling into his neck. "Even after satisfying two women, he's still hard."
Seiran smirked, wrapping an arm around each of them. "This is only the beginning," he promised, his voice thick with lust. "Tonight, I'll breed you both until you can't walk."
The two women exchanged a look—half fear, half anticipation—before leaning in to worship their god once more.
Afterwards, satisfyingly drained but physically drained, Seiran refocused his attention on his System and his plans for reality.
First of all, the Reality Layout.
The list of "Insiders" now included:
The Suzuki Zaibatsu.
The Metropolitan Police Department (MPD).
The Landlord Class headed by the Chitanda Family.
The Religious Leaders (Shinto/Onmyoji).
The Yukinoshita Family.
The latest additions: The Overseas Kamo Family and Itsukushima Shrine.
And Shinichi Kudo was barely counted as one.
In addition:
The Extraordinary People who were exposed included the "Lucky Person" that Seiran himself revealed (himself), and Grandma Mitsue.
As for Yoshitomi Kamo, he was at most an initial entry-level Curse Awakener. He was far from a true Sorcerer.
In terms of Jujutsu classification, this person probably couldn't even reach the level of a Grade 4 Sorcerer.
In the future, Seiran would have to see if this old man could do anything useful before he invested more in him.
Because Seiran fabricated Curses every day, most areas of Tokyo now had Seiran's "vision" covering them. And his influence was also radiating outside Tokyo.
The System Interface
[System Name: Fraud System]
[Character Interface]
Unlocked Copies: Jujutsu Kaisen, Mieruko-chan (The Visible Girl), Nura: Rise of the Yokai Clan, In/Spectre (Kyokou Suiri).
Current Templates:
Ryomen Sukuna (King of Curses) — Jujutsu Kaisen
Satoru Gojo (Six Eyes/Limitless) — Jujutsu Kaisen
Snake God (Water God) — In/Spectre
Unlockable Copies:
Demon Slayer: Kimetsu no Yaiba
Black Bullet
Highschool of the Dead
Scissor Seven
Naruto
...and more.
[System Points: 110,000]
[Note]: To unlock a copy, you need to exchange it with the corresponding System Points. Additional points are required to exchange for characters, items, bloodlines, templates, etc., within the unlocked copy.
[Note (Scarlet Warning)]: Since the Copy is unlocked, there is a possibility of World Intersection, which will occur in the form of characters from the Copy arriving in the Main World. The intersection time is specified by the Host.
Naruto?
Seiran was interested.
He looked at the unlocking cost.
300,000 Points.
"...…"
After silently closing the interface, Seiran wanted to pinch the System's neck and ask it: Did you take kickbacks from the points my "leeks" gave me?
It was because the System was too restrictive that Seiran had the idea of "treason" (finding a way to bypass the point cost).
He felt the power of the so-called Snake God (Water God) from In/Spectre.
Such a weak god…
I'm afraid that even a Grade 1 Curse could crush this "God."
But the power to control water bodies was very interesting. This was the main reason why Seiran could save expenses on the Hanakaiin Manifestation (Dragon Palace).
The power is really convenient.
As long as there was a body of water and a constant supply of "Divine Power" (Fear/Belief), Seiran could directly turn rivers and seas upside down.
Unfortunately, this was not the path Seiran wanted to take. Because as seen in the original work, the Snake God relies on the Path of Faith, which was not suitable for Seiran's foundation. It could only be used as a "Vest" (Persona).
Maybe I can get a Golden Body of the Water God in the future?
Finally, Seiran cast his sights overseas.
Two Men in Black were crossing the sea.
It's interesting.
These two seem to be able to arrange a… huh?
Seiran fell silent.
He once again "saw" a scene similar to the previous days outside his door.
Several policewomen standing in a row at the door.
Is the Metropolitan Police Department preparing for… a seamless transition?
With a weird look on his face, he waved his hand and opened the door remotely.
What a Metropolitan Police Department. It's quite a show.
Tokyo Station
Heiji Hattori finally couldn't hold back the urge in his heart.
Maybe his father, Heizo Hattori (Chief of Osaka Police), had warned him that Tokyo was in turmoil and it was best not to come.
But how could he bear it?
Because he had gained a nickname recently.
"The Black-Skinned Kudo."
"...…"
Damn Kudo!
I am the Hattori of Kansai! The Hattori of Kansai!!
He was the Great Detective of the West, as famous as the Kudo of the East!
He came here this time to compete with Shinichi Kudo.
Because of the other party's inaction. During this period, Shinichi had made no conspicuous moves. The whole person seemed to have become silent.
Without Shinichi to compare himself with, Heiji always felt uncomfortable.
So he came.
Metropolitan Police Department
"Let me touch it!"
"Get out of here! Let me come first! Quick, Director, I want to…"
"Get out of the way! I was here first!"
"BANG! BANG!!"
In the secret room of the headquarters, Superintendent General Hakuba slammed his fist on the table with a dark face.
"What a bunch of bastards! This is a treasure that the MPD has finally obtained. How can I allow you thugs to mess around with it?"
With Hakuba's rebuke, everyone reluctantly retreated. But their eyes were glued to Hakuba's shoulder and the floor behind him.
Even Toshio Moroboshi was not immune to this, rubbing his hands with a greedy smile.
On Hakuba's right shoulder stood a Magical Black Crow.
When the crow flew to the MPD headquarters earlier, almost everyone was ecstatic and regarded it as a national treasure.
Because they had asked Seiran for confirmation. This was a Black Crow sent by Lord Mizunotsuki.
It was a male crow. It was obviously meant for breeding.
However, Seiran had warned that if it bred with an ordinary female crow, the offspring might be somewhat magical, but they could not compare with this First Generation. After that, each generation would be weaker than the previous one.
Therefore, the MPD treasured the First Generation Crow. They were afraid that any injury would affect its fertility.
And behind Hakuba, there was a Divine Dog Shikigami sent by Grandma Mitsue.
It was several times smaller than Mitsue's massive white wolf, but the MPD was not picky. Because this was also a male dog.
I don't know if a Shikigami can breed with normal dogs… cough.
Moreover.
Both a Mythical Beast and a Shikigami were here.
Is the moment when the Extraordinary will crown us far away?
Sure enough, it was right to be gentle to the Extraordinary.
And they could only be gentle. They couldn't use force, nor did they dare to.
At this moment, the headquarters was full of joy, drooling at the two treasures with great excitement.
Not only them.
The Yukinoshita Family, Sae Chabashira, and the Suzuki Family all received similar gifts.
However, Grandma Mitsue and Seiran did not give gifts to the Chitanda/Landlord Class, the Religious Leaders, or the Kamo Family.
Grandma Mitsue only gave a dog to the MPD—after all, it was to maintain modern order.
Seiran was more obvious. He only gave gifts to the forces that sent "sugar-coated bullets" (money) and beautiful women.
This attitude of being "Loyal to Desire" was not concealed at all.
Mizunotsuki Residence
On the other side.
Looking at the four women standing at his door:
Miwako Sato.
Yui Uehara.
Naeko Miike.
Yumi Miyamoto.
Seiran understood.
These four represented the MPD forces in four different regional/departmental factions (Tokyo Criminal, Nagano, Tokyo Traffic, etc.).
After all, the Japanese Police Force was not a monolithic entity; each prefecture had its own factions.
But these four really seemed to think that they were just here to be "Guards."
Well.
Maybe they knew there were other meanings. But they wouldn't break that thin layer of paper. It would take time to get along. After all, they were different from Reiko Yukinoshita.
Seiran didn't care.
If you are interested, then "Give it to you."
But his spiritual eyes were not focused on them right now.
His gaze was fixed on the Two Men in Black approaching Tokyo.
Gin and Vodka.
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