The next day, in the train car.
Jin watched with indifference as two police officers dragged away the pervert he had beaten unconscious just minutes earlier.
Then, he looked down at the old lady still trembling beside him and sighed in disbelief.
He understood that everyone has their own kinks and there's no accounting for taste, but... fuck.
Suddenly, the familiar sound rang out.
[Congratulations, Host. You have successfully thwarted the vile actions of the subway stalker and saved a helpless old woman. Keep it up! Continue eradicating the scum of society to earn more rewards.]
[Reward Obtained: Passive Skill "Silver Tongue" (The Art of Oratory)
Description: Your words now possess an infectious quality and supernatural persuasion. You are capable of making anyone believe your lies, no matter how unfounded or ridiculous they are.
Combat Effect: Against enemies, your taunts will pierce their mental defenses, provoking uncontrollable rage and causing them to lose their minds rapidly.
Additional Note: The flexibility, speed, and muscular control of your tongue have increased drastically.]
Just as he suspected.
Unless the situation involved one of the Main Heroines or a named Villain from the plot, farming these generic NPCs only dropped mediocre rewards.
However...
Feeling curious, he tested the skill.
First, he stuck out his tongue and stretched it upward, managing to touch the tip of his nose without the slightest effort. Then, he tested the opposite range, curling it downward until touching the base of his chin.
But it wasn't just length...
He folded the side edges inward, forming a perfect tube. Then he made it undulate in the air, moving it from side to side with viper-like speed and a precision that would have been impossible for him before.
Fuck, it felt incredibly free, almost as if he had a third arm.
A smile appeared on his face.
He remembered the time Natsuha bragged that she could clean the bottom of a dessert cup without using her hands, a "special talent" she later demonstrated directly on his cock. Well, with this new upgrade, he was pretty sure he could now return the favor and do exactly the same thing to her.
...
As soon as he got off the train, his gaze was captured by a familiar figure.
Natsuha was waiting for him by the school gate with a natural presence that set her apart from the rest of the students.
The morning breeze gently stirred her long hair, giving her a fresh and radiant air.
"Jin-kun~!"
As soon as their eyes met, she broke her perfect posture and trotted toward him, latching onto his arm with a mixture of affection and possessiveness.
"Didn't I tell you to go on ahead to class? What are you doing waiting for me here?" Jin scolded her while giving her nose a gentle pinch.
"Hehe... I just wanted to walk in with Jin-kun~" Natsuha replied, looking up at him and gifting him a mischievous smile.
"He sighed... alright, let's go in—"
"Jin-kun!"
But Jin couldn't even finish. Three shrill voices interrupted him in unison.
'Fuck, it can't be... them again?'
The gyaru trio appeared out of nowhere and without the slightest qualm, they shoved Natsuha away from Jin's side and surrounded him.
"Jin-kun, about yesterday... we are so sorry!" said Reina clasping her hands in a gesture of exaggerated pleading, while leaning forward. "We want to make it up to you. How about we treat you to lunch?"
The other two nodded frantically, "Exactly, Jin-kun! We plan to treat you to a fancy seafood feast," added Sasaki enthusiastically.
"And afterwards... we can go to my house," purred Ruri, moving closer. "I have a ton of really fun games we can try out together."
That was the master plan the three had hatched last night: use the excuse of an apology to lure Jin to Ruri's apartment, fill him with food and drink, and turn the afternoon into a genuine orgy.
But before Jin could even open his mouth, Natsuha stepped in.
She wasn't going to allow such brazenness.
'Ignore me and try to steal him right to my face?' she thought furiously. 'Have a little respect for the hierarchy, bitches.'
Without asking for permission, she used her hip to shove Ruri, who was quite a bit skinnier than her, and knocked her out of the way with a sharp bump.
She forced her way through and clung to Jin's arm aggressively, huffing to mark her territory.
"Excuse me, but Jin-kun is busy. He's helping me with some extremely intense 'private lessons', so he doesn't have free time to accept your apologies."
While she spoke, she deliberately smashed her breasts against his arm, making sure they saw the softness of her flesh deforming against Jin's arm.
Shooting them a defiant look that clearly said: 'Back off, bitches. He's mine!'
'Damn milk cow, always ruining the fun!', the three thought in unison.
Reina didn't take even a second to counterattack with a sarcastic smirk.
"Ha. 'Review lessons'? Who do you want to fool? We all know those classes are anything but serious."
"Yeah! Besides, your grades are perfect, you don't need help," Ruri chimed in, using logic to snuggle closer. "We, on the other hand, are a mess... We urgently need Jin-kun to pay us a lot of attention and teach us a thing or two."
"Admit it once and for all!" Sasaki spat, delivering the killing blow. "You just want to hog him for yourself because you're a nympho addicted to his body. You're a selfish pervert!"
"Excuse me?!"
Natsuha exploded.
Her composure went to hell and she started hurling insults back with the same ferocity, turning the school entrance into a battlefield.
"..."
Jin had to admit that women have a natural talent for verbal violence: insults he had never heard before were flying back and forth with creativity.
But there was something that was getting him horny.
And it wasn't the screaming, but the turf war they were waging over him. While they insulted each other, their bodies competed to stick to him.
Jin was being pleasurably crushed from four different angles; he felt the softness of breasts against his back and arms, hips pushing him and, in the middle of the confusion, he felt several "wandering" hands pinching his ass or dangerously grazing his crotch, taking advantage of the chaos to touch whatever they wanted.
The guys passing by the entrance stopped dead in their tracks, glaring at Jin with looks loaded with pure hatred and murderous envy.
'Lucky bastard!', they all thought. 'Four women fighting over you right in the street.'
Even an older teacher passing by adjusted his glasses and shook his head with evident disgust upon seeing the spectacle.
"Youth is lost."
For his part, Jin felt like his head was going to explode. Being trapped in the eye of the storm, he needed to put an end to this before the situation in his pants got out of control.
And just when he was about to intervene, a soft but authoritative voice cut through the chaos.
"Student Jin. I need to speak with you. Now."
Poking his head out with difficulty from between the four pairs of tits that were suffocating him, he saw his savior:
Miwa Shirakawa.
'Thank God! You're here at the perfect moment, Miwa.'
Taking advantage of the distraction, he slipped out of the circle of meat imprisoning him.
"Sorry, girls, but Shirakawa-sensei needs me," he blurted out quickly as he walked away. "I gotta go."
"Huh? Jin-kun?"
"Wait! Don't go, Jin-kun!"
Seeing Jin walk away, the four froze for a second.
And realizing that the jackpot had escaped, they looked at each other with contempt, let out a huff in unison, and marched off in different directions, stomping their feet.
...
For his part, Jin caught up to Miwa and took the chance to shamelessly check out her outfit for the day.
Her red pencil skirt clung to her hips drawing a perfect curve, and her legs, wrapped in black silk stockings, shone with a hypnotic luster under the morning light.
"You saved my life," he said with a charming smile, falling into step beside her. "By the way, you look incredibly beautiful today, Miwa."
But Miwa didn't even turn her head. She kept walking toward the high school building with a firm step, "Really? Because from here it looked like you were very happy surrounded by girls your own age. I don't think I can compare to them, can I?"
"Typical. You find something younger and forget what's already yours. You're an asshole!"
She was furious.
She remembered the day of his confession perfectly: he had been so convincing, swearing that "age is just a number."
And what was the reality? She had been waiting for him in her office for two days like an idiot.
Aside from sending her some sweet messages and racy photos, he hadn't gone to see her in person even once.
Worst of all was that her body was betraying her. She had even dreamed about him last night.
Remembering the state she woke up in, with her panties completely soaked and sticky from her own fluids, she felt her cheeks burn with shame.
She was starting to seriously suspect that he smeared some kind of drug on his dick. Otherwise, there was no logical explanation.
How the hell was it possible that he was so addictive?
'Shit, she was mad with jealousy.' thought Jin.
But for some reason, seeing her trying to maintain that facade of adult coldness while dying of insecurity on the inside seemed incredibly arousing to him.
He loved it when she got difficult like this.
"Don't talk nonsense. You know perfectly well that, for me, you're the only one worth it."
Hearing his words, Miwa's ice mask cracked, letting an involuntary smile slip out. But she recovered quickly, trying to put her stern face back on.
"Oh, yeah? I'm sure that's exactly what you tell all those little girls to get them into your be— Mmm~!"
Before she realized it, Jin's arm snaked around her waist and pulled her firmly, pressing her body against his in the middle of the path.
She felt Jin's hot breath hitting directly against her ear, a shiver ran down her spine:
"You know it's true."
"Eeep~! L-Let me go!" she squealed, jumping back like a scared rabbit and looking all around in panic. "A-Are you crazy?! What are we going to do if the students see us?!"
But Jin had no intention of letting her get away that easy.
He took a step forward, invading her space and cornered her again, although this time without touching her, just with his dominant presence.
"Look at me. Do you believe me now?"
Miwa felt her knees buckle under that intense gaze.
"I... I-I believe you... okay? But back off..." she murmured with her face burning a deep red.
Only then did Jin step back, satisfied.
Miwa hurried to smooth out her skirt and jacket, trying to recover a shred of dignity while shooting him a look that aimed for reproachful, but only managed to be flirtatious.
"You're mean...!"
And Jin didn't bother to deny it.
Taking advantage of the fact that no one was looking, he gave her hand a suggestive squeeze, leaning in one last time to whisper:
"Wait for me in your office at noon."
"... U-Understood," replied Miwa shyly.
Looking at him one last time, she turned around and walked toward her destination with a quickened pace.
However, Jin could perfectly see how her ears were red as cherries and how a little mischievous smile curved the corner of her lips.
She was already counting down the minutes until lunch.
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