Soshi Okita had long harbored a secret crush on Moroha Kurogane, but Yuu Hoshimiya had never paid any attention to a guy who didn't even dare to confess his feelings.
He hadn't planned on interacting with him much, but he didn't expect the kid to come looking for trouble.
Looking at the arrogant boy in the white kendo uniform who bore an eighty percent resemblance to Shinichi Kudo, Yuu decided to teach him a lesson he wouldn't forget.
Soshi Okita was a veritable kendo prodigy, the sixth-generation descendant of the original Soshi Okita, hence his nickname "Soshi Okita VI."
As for the first Soshi Okita, the founder of the Okita family line that had lasted for two or three hundred years, no introduction was needed. The title "Sword Saint" said it all.
The original Soshi Okita was famous not only in Japan but worldwide, thanks to the spread of various Japanese anime, games, and light novels.
As his sixth-generation descendant, this Okita possessed exaggerated talent and strength.
But that was only relative to his peers.
Yuu could defeat an opponent that even Heiji Hattori could beat with both hands tied behind his back.
However, to make this guy truly submit, he had to speak with the sword.
This was a bit troublesome.
Yuu had considered learning kendo before, but as his physical stats skyrocketed, kendo techniques became negligible to him, so he eventually forgot about it.
Now, to teach Okita a lesson using kendo, he had to learn the rules on the spot.
If it were just to teach Okita a lesson, Yuu wouldn't have bothered with the hassle; he had plenty of ways to deal with the kid.
But coincidentally, the beautiful Moroha Kurogane was also very interested in kendo, as was her mother, Michiko Kurogane.
Three years ago, after the world crisis was resolved, Moroha didn't give up on kendo.
With her talent and hard work, she remained the ace of the Senshin High Girls' Kendo Club.
Between the mother and daughter, one was a national champion thirty years ago, and the other was preparing to win the national girls' kendo championship this year.
Playing to their interests was a crucial strategy.
Although Yuu didn't want to spend too much time, killing two birds with one stone was worth a little effort.
The details didn't need to be elaborated on.
After spending ten minutes memorizing the rules of kendo, Yuu picked up a bamboo sword for the first time and showed the assembled boys and girls what a true genius looked like.
Or rather, a monster.
As the saying goes, once you master one thing, you master them all. When strength, speed, and reaction time were overwhelmingly superior, so-called kendo techniques were useless.
Okita's spirit was shattered instantly.
Later, he desperately used combat kendo, but he was still beaten helplessly by Yuu.
And that was with Yuu holding back; otherwise, it wouldn't be just his spirit that broke, but his body too.
After beating Okita senseless, no one dared to trouble Yuu anymore.
In reality, Momiji Ooka and Moroha Kurogane were the dream girls of the boys at Senshin High.
Now that a handsome guy had suddenly appeared, being intimate with Momiji and looking for Moroha, many boys were unhappy.
But with Okita—the strongest and most handsome among them—completely crushed, the other boys didn't dare step up, no matter how upset they were.
Of course, such a commotion early in the morning spread quickly throughout Senshin High.
Before Yuu even met Moroha, she had already heard the news.
To avoid a bigger scene, the Senshin High administration, under pressure from Momiji, politely asked Yuu to leave.
Yuu knew staying longer would look bad, so he asked Momiji to invite Moroha directly. The three of them took leave and went to a café outside the school for a detailed talk.
At the school gate, Yuu's mood brightened as he watched the two JK beauties walking side by side.
Beside the curvaceous Momiji was a girl with a face as exquisite as a porcelain doll.
Her high nose bridge was as delicate as jade carving, the slightly upturned tip casting a subtle shadow in the sunlight, adding a touch of mystery.
Her skin was white as snow, so fine it seemed to reflect every ray of the morning sun.
Flawless, like premium suet jade, it made one imagine how silky it would feel to touch.
Her cherry-red lips were slightly pursed, full and inviting, glowing with a natural pink luster as if ready to burst with sweet juice at a touch, tempting one to kiss them.
Her almond eyes were slightly narrowed, her long eyelashes fluttering like fans.
Every blink tugged at the heartstrings, but a closer look revealed a calm and cool expression on the girl's face. Every movement exuded the aura of a noble lady.
The previous allure was merely a fantasy born of her extreme beauty.
This beautiful girl with slightly wavy long hair was, of course, Moroha Kurogane.
Even in a standard uniform, Momiji and Moroha looked better than any other JK.
Having stayed at Senshin High for a while, Moroha was the only beauty Yuu had seen who could rival Momiji.
While Yuu observed Moroha, the genius kendo girl was quietly observing him too.
Sword-like eyebrows, starry eyes, a tall figure, and bright, captivating dark red pupils.
Wearing simple black casual clothes, the young man before her gave off a handsome, sunny, yet mysterious vibe.
He was completely different from the boys she usually interacted with at school...
Moroha's heart stirred slightly, but she tried hard to control her expression. It was their first meeting, and a girl had to be reserved.
After brief introductions, the three got into the beautiful butler's car and went to a quiet café.
Without excessive pleasantries, Yuu went straight to the point, inviting Moroha to date him.
Then, Yuu proactively explained the situation regarding the women around him.
Moroha, the cool and dashing kendo lady, didn't actually dislike Yuu's direct invitation.
Perhaps his looks played a part.
After all, when handsome men or beautiful women do something out of line, they are easily forgiven.
But before she could figure out how to respond, Yuu's next words left her stunned.
It took her a long time to finally understand what Yuu meant.
Moroha looked at Momiji in confusion, her beautiful eyes full of shock.
The girl couldn't understand, but she was greatly impacted.
Fortunately, as a wealthy young lady, she knew a bit about the chaotic lives of the upper class.
After sipping her coffee and calming down for a few minutes, she finally regained her composure.
Then, she opened her red lips and politely declined.
Yuu's strength satisfied Moroha greatly, and his external conditions perfectly met her requirements.
If Yuu were simply pursuing her, she wouldn't mind giving him a chance to develop a relationship.
But the key was that Yuu was aiming for a harem, which she couldn't accept.
Knowing and understanding was one thing; accepting and joining was another.
It was a pity, but Yuu wasn't too disappointed.
There were women who would throw themselves at him with just a crook of his finger—or even without it.
Like Momiji Ooka.
Even with Momiji, his quick success was largely due to him saving her life.
Conversely, there were women who were repulsed by his behavior.
His charm was potent against the opposite sex, but it was just charm, not mind control magic.
A first meeting might naturally garner high favorability, but the final outcome depended on interaction and compatibility.
If Yuu were single, it was highly likely no woman would refuse his pursuit.
But with a harem, it was different.
Especially since Yuu only wanted to score quickly without spending time building feelings, Moroha's rejection was reasonable.
Understanding aside, Yuu had no intention of changing his goal.
If a direct invitation didn't work, he would think of another way!
Of course, mind magic and force were out of the question.
His bottom line was low, but not low enough to use such despicable means to forcibly occupy a girl's body and purity.
Besides, he couldn't form a contract that way.
Moroha was a rare beauty, but Yuu wanted her mainly because she was a key figure in "Yaiba."
Even if her major destiny had ended, she was definitely different from ordinary people.
This was a key reason Yuu wanted to capture the mother-daughter pair.
Partly to absorb the power of destiny, and partly for comparison.
To see the differences between those whose destiny gears had finished turning, ordinary people, and those currently in the midst of destiny.
Momiji left with Moroha; the beautiful butler drove them back to school.
Yuu took a taxi to the Hattori residence and asked Shizuka to accompany him to visit Michiko Kurogane.
After the chat at the café, he had thought a lot but couldn't come up with a great plan.
In the end, he decided to contact Michiko first.
The method was exactly what he had thought of on the way to Osaka.
With Shizuka as the Police Superintendent's wife and visiting as an old friend, Michiko had no reason to refuse.
However, they weren't very close in the past, so the atmosphere was a bit awkward at first.
Fortunately, when Shizuka brought out the photo of her second-place win from thirty years ago, the two beautiful women—who looked twenty-seven or twenty-eight despite being over forty—began to reminisce, and the atmosphere gradually improved.
Unlike with Moroha, Yuu chose to lower his presence and leave everything to Shizuka this time.
While the two mature wives chatted happily, Yuu observed Michiko closely.
Michiko was the same age as Shizuka, but time and a failed marriage hadn't left many marks on her beautiful face.
Just like when Yuu first met Shizuka, life experience made Michiko like a wild rose blooming in the wind and rain, exuding a mature and seductive charm.
Moroha's beauty was inherited from Michiko.
Unlike the girl's long, wavy hair, this beauty had shoulder-length, slightly wavy hair. Her skin was equally white as cream, flawless.
Time had only left shallow fine lines on her face, but instead of diminishing her charm, they added a flavor.
She looked like a goddess from a classical oil painting.
Her eyes were large and spirited; a pair of phoenix eyes like deep pools that could easily hook a person's soul.
Her lips were full and red, always carrying a hint of innocent sexiness when slightly upturned, like natural cherries tempting one to pick them.
Her figure was perfect—tall and well-proportioned, her waist slender yet powerful.
Her buttocks were round and perky, swaying with every step, dancing a seductive melody.
Most eye-catching were the bountiful breasts unique to a mature woman.
Even under simple, loose loungewear, their perky, round contours were visible—like two snowy peaks ready to welcome a conqueror's climb.
Michiko wore a loose dress today, the hem swaying gently to outline her long legs.
Those legs were white, smooth, and devoid of any excess fat; every curve looked like a carefully sculpted work of art.
Her voice was soft and magnetic; every word sounded like a whisper in the ear, itching at the heart.
Yuu admired her silently while sighing inwardly.
Truly biological mother and daughter; this natural charm was inherited.
And if Moroha's inherent allure only sparked fantasies, the ripe Michiko directly destroyed a man's reason, making him want to take action immediately.
Yuu suppressed the restlessness in his heart, waiting patiently for the right moment.
Haste makes waste; Shizuka was doing well, so he just had to wait.
As time passed, under Shizuka's deliberate guidance, the topic between the two mature wives deepened, gradually shifting toward marriage.
Then came mutual venting of dissatisfaction and comfort.
Next, Shizuka began steering the topic toward relieving loneliness and toward Yuu.
Michiko was not only strong in kendo but also smart; she quickly realized Shizuka's true intentions.
No wonder the sudden visit, no wonder she brought a currently popular handsome young man along...
It was just a mission from her master.
Michiko glanced at Yuu quietly, then sipped her tea silently, choosing to continue listening.
After being watered by Yuu, Shizuka appeared even more nourished and charming, and her mental state was obviously excellent.
Michiko could see this, and she felt a bit envious and moved.
Crucially, she didn't feel repulsed by Yuu; gradually, a long-lost joy and heartbeat rose in her heart.
Time ticked by. The meaning in Shizuka's words became clearer and more explicit.
Michiko's expression remained unchanged—neither angry nor blushing.
She didn't refute or agree; she just listened quietly.
Yuu couldn't quite grasp what she was thinking. Seeing the setting sun outside the window dyeing the scenery yellow, he chose to strike directly.
"Mrs. Michiko."
Yuu stepped forward, took Michiko's jade-like hand, and forcefully pulled her toward the bedroom.
Michiko didn't resist; she simply used her other hand to pull Shizuka along.
Her body and heart, lonely and empty for years, couldn't refuse Yuu, but she retained a last shred of caution.
Before opening her heart and legs completely, she needed Shizuka to be intimate with Yuu in front of her first.
And it had to be raw creampie.
Only then could she be completely reassured!
Yuu and Shizuka exchanged a glance and readily agreed to Michiko's request.
Yuu was used to having sex while being watched by beauties, performing as heroically as ever.
Shizuka was shy at first, but having served Yuu alongside Sakura, Kazuha, and Ran, she gradually let go as she got into the zone.
Yuu and Shizuka's "demonstration" lasted over an hour. Not only did they complete the raw creampie, but to stimulate Michiko, Yuu went for two extra rounds.
By the end, Shizuka's face, brows, nose, red lips, and silky hair were all stained with milky white traces, looking incredibly erotic.
Shizuka closed her eyes, lying comfortably on the bed. Her pink tongue, like a small snake, slowly extended to lick the hot milk at the corner of her mouth, scraping it in bit by bit.
Seeing this scene, Michiko finally relaxed completely.
Once at ease, the fire that had been stoked earlier began to burn her body and mind with exaggerated intensity.
Her beautiful eyes stared fixedly at Yuu's still-erect, vein-popping, thick, purple-red holy sword, her breathing becoming rapid.
Yuu didn't make Michiko wait long. It was getting late, and Moroha might return at any time.
If they were interrupted, the next time might not go so smoothly.
He stepped forward to kiss Michiko's inviting red lips, stirring her desire while reaching out to remove her loose dress.
Then came the underwear wrapping her fullness, and the already soaked panties.
Michiko was currently flooding; as she tongue-kissed Yuu, her last reserve collapsed completely.
Due to the battle between Shizuka and Yuu, the bedroom was already filled with a strange scent.
Smelling Yuu's potent masculine scent, Michiko's calm, exquisite face flushed, and her beautiful legs tightened suddenly.
After a burst of bone-softening moans, this voluptuous mature woman actually climaxed just like that.
Feeling the trembling body in his arms, Yuu slowly released her mouth.
Looking down, he saw Michiko still secreting large amounts of fluid even as she climaxed.
As Yuu released his embrace, Michiko collapsed onto the bed, her delicate face flushed crimson, her seductive eyes full of affection.
"Yuu-kun, if you continue, you'll never be able to get rid of me... hehehe..."
Yuu smiled slightly without speaking, answering with further action.
Just Michiko alone? Even with Moroha, he could handle both mother and daughter easily.
Looking at the seductive Michiko before him, Yuu pounced like a tiger, spreading her fair, long legs wide.
Then, he pressed the great sword, which was still hard after several battles with Shizuka, against her slick center.
After rubbing back and forth a couple of times to lubricate the sword, he thrust forward fiercely...
Even though she had borne a son and a daughter, and despite burning with desire and being wet and slick, under Yuu's exaggerated holy weapon, Michiko still felt a pain akin to losing her virginity.
But the pain came and went quickly; within seconds, it turned into pleasure that made her eyes roll back.
Once Michiko adapted, Yuu began to move slowly.
"Ah..."
After just two or three strokes, Michiko closed her eyes and let out an unbearable gasp.
Experienced as he was, Yuu instantly realized the beauty beneath him had reached the peak again.
"Michiko, you're way too sensitive."
Yuu stopped moving in surprise, unable to help commenting.
Michiko turned her blushing face away, saying as if in defense or defiance: "It's just been too long. Once I get used to it a few times, I definitely won't be like this again..."
Her words were tough, but as soon as Yuu moved slightly, she trembled sensitively.
Michiko's sensitivity actually facilitated Yuu's plan for the contract.
It took only half an hour for him to thoroughly conquer the mature wife beneath him. As long as he fulfilled the wish of "gaining Moroha's approval," the contract would be successful.