Tokyo: The Sawamura Estate
Sayuri hung up the phone in a daze.
Ever since Haruno Yukinoshita called, the perilous, suffocating environment had instantly reverted to its usual calm. Even the crushing sense of urgency that had been pressing down on her heart vanished like smoke.
First, the clan headquarters called her, overjoyed and weeping. They reported that the various politicians and officials who had been hindering their operations were no longer speaking ill of them, but had instead come to apologize in a gentle, almost fearful manner. The government spies who had been secretly watching their properties were gone. It was as if the Sawamura family had completely cleared themselves of all suspicion overnight.
Then, the powerful contacts whose phones she had been unable to reach before were suddenly eager to call and comfort her.
Finally, the old politician called back, canceling the two escape tickets with a deeply guilty tone.
"You're alive, Sayuri. You're alive."
These words made Sayuri's heart tremble. She covered her mouth, feeling a massive wave of relief wash over her. Her eyes were red, as if she had been severely bullied. There was a profound sense of brokenness, a lingering humiliation at how easily they had been played with by the powers above.
But things were far from over. She knew that.
Haruno didn't have this kind of heaven-defying ability. But there were powerful people backing the Yukinoshita family…
'That's all I can think. It is the only explanation,' Sayuri thought.
Although she initially didn't quite grasp Haruno's bizarre condition, after fully understanding the implications, Sayuri had no intention of running away.
They couldn't escape anyway. Whether the two boat tickets would even securely reach them was a huge problem. Even if she and Eriri boarded the ship, could the mother and daughter withstand the pursuing wolves and tigers abroad? And besides the two of them, what about all the other innocent members of the Sawamura family?
If they showed any signs of escaping, Haruno would most likely not intervene to save them, merely loosening the restrictions and letting the hounds back off the leash. Plenty of ruthless people would come after the Sawamuras. After all, the matter of being implicated by Spencer's treason wasn't truly over yet…
Suginami Ward: The Mizunotsuki Residence
"Well done."
Seiran deeply reflected on his own cold emotions and casually praised Haruno Yukinoshita's "unauthorized actions" in acquiring the Sawamuras.
Something felt slightly off within him... He had initially paid close attention to the Sawamura family. But afterwards, he had maintained a completely indifferent attitude. It was as if he had lost much of his enthusiasm for his former two-dimensional waifus. Their lives or deaths were suddenly none of his concern.
'This won't do...' Seiran frowned, deep in thought.
His silence made Haruno, whose cheeks were puffed out, roll her eyes slightly. 'Was that "well done" or "unsatisfactory"?' She felt she should be satisfied with the praise.
Reiko gave her eldest daughter a subtle wink from the side. The Sawamura family wanted to live, and the Yukinoshita family wanted to live better. They were essentially the same. They could be valuable allies in this household.
However, Yukino was so exhausted she didn't even want to move a single finger.
What happened to wearing protection? The result was raw meat. He had gone completely bare the entire time. Now, Yukino was very worried about one pressing issue: 'Could I be pregnant...?'
And this man was very fickle. He had declared that it was all the same from beginning to end anyway. So, Yukino had been flipped over and over like a salted fish on a grill. Sometimes she even got a jolt from the searing heat of his energy…
Cough. Seiran snapped out of his daze. He felt he urgently needed to adjust his mindset.
Desire. Human desires did not need to be deliberately suppressed. He wanted to use raw desire to completely stabilize his mindset, serving as the heavy anchor of his humanity.
Simply put, it was about absolute indulgence.
Otherwise, his heart would grow irreversibly cold. Perhaps he would no longer pay attention to his former two-dimensional waifus. Nor would he care about any living being in the mortal world. Even the devoted women around him would be discarded at the right time when they lost their utility. He would no longer be human. Instead, he would become the absolutely just, ruthless, and unfeeling "God" in people's minds.
"Go entertain them," Seiran ordered softly, a familiar heat returning to his gaze.
Yukino instantly understood. 'Does he really like that petite girl with twin tails?' This realization immediately stirred Yukino's complicated thoughts.
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On the other side of Tokyo, Sayuri Sawamura, having finished washing up and dressing impeccably, silently led a completely bewildered Eriri Spencer Sawamura into the Suginami Ward residence.
Eriri's mind was blank. She was still thinking about drawing her doujinshi...
She had just drafted a dramatic scene where a noble lady suffered a sudden misfortune, her family went bankrupt, and they had to accept financial assistance from a powerful, shadowy figure. But to pay off the debt, the blonde heiress could only become the powerful figure's personal maid, and then receive him every day without even wearing panties.
She was clearly quite inspired by the trope, but Sayuri had abruptly dragged her out of her room. What was going on?
"...Eriri, you really like anime, right?" Sayuri asked softly as they walked through the grand halls.
"Yeah... what's wrong?"
Nodding, Sayuri smiled a gentle, sorrowful smile. "So, would you like to be a heroine?"
Heroine? Eriri's blue eyes seemed to brighten. Could it be that her mother was actually some kind of female hero who had traveled from another world and was now taking her daughter back to learn magic? Or did a famous director have a good eye and want them to have a cameo role?
"Of course!" Eriri beamed. But there was one thing she needed to ask. "What kind of heroine?"
"Oh. The kind you draw."
'I see, it's the one I drew... Wait. !!??'
Heh, heh heh heh... her cute mother really loved to joke. 'Me, the dignified young lady of the Sawamura family, become a heroine in an eroge?!'
Just as she was about to coax the truth out of her mother, Eriri's eyes widened in horror as she stared at the small, round foil disc in Sayuri's hand. Eriri had excellent eyesight and could clearly read the printed words: Ultra-thin, comfortable...
Heh. They had even learned to use physical props to trick her now! She didn't believe it! She crossed her arms and followed Sayuri into the master bedroom with complete, tsundere confidence.
The heavy doors clicked shut behind them. The heat in the master bedroom was suffocating. Seiran sat at the edge of the bed, his eyes locking onto the blonde teenager with a predatory intensity that immediately made her knees buckle. Sayuri gracefully slipped out of her clothes, offering herself to the Master of the house.
Good heavens! They'd actually sold her!?
Eriri's stubborn mentality lasted exactly until she was picked up entirely off her feet by Seiran.
The reality of the situation crashed down on her. There was no gentle romance, no tsundere banter—only total, overwhelming domination.
Within minutes, Eriri was a completely bewildered, broken mess. She was drooling from the corner of her mouth, her blue eyes rolling back into her head as the intense waves of pleasure and supernatural Yang energy short-circuited her brain entirely.
Finally, she broke down, thrashing and shouting tearfully that she couldn't play anymore, she couldn't drink anymore.
Even Seiran was slightly disgusted by this little pushover. She was entirely too fragile, breaking far too quickly to provide any lasting entertainment.
'Heh... I must be dreaming,' Eriri mumbled deliriously to the ceiling, a foolish, broken giggle escaping her lips.
She pinched her own arm. "Ouch! Is this dream really that real?"
She curled into a fetal position, shivering as the aftershocks racked her tiny frame. "Ugh—damn it! Tomorrow, I'm definitely not drawing a doujinshi ever again—!!"
Seiran quickly distanced himself from this unexpected idiot's rambling. He turned his attention to the true prize of the Sawamura family.
He reached over and pulled the stunning Mrs. Sayuri into his arms. Her petite, curvy body pressed perfectly against his. Sayuri leaned completely into the overwhelming heat, her arms wrapping around his neck. After giving the beautiful succubus mother a deep, breathtaking kiss, Seiran prepared to strike while the iron was hot.
Meanwhile, downstairs in the living room, Eri Kisaki kept glancing at the neatly dressed Reiko Yukinoshita and Haruno.
Reiko knew exactly what Eri was thinking. Seiran hadn't specifically ordered them to do this. Eri was silently judging them: Wasn't it too foolish to actively divide Seiran's favor by bringing in new women?
"We alone probably cannot stand firm," Reiko explained clearly, sipping her tea.
But Reiko also deliberately concealed the most important point. The Yukinoshita family wasn't what it used to be. Now, she was Seiran's exclusive property. She had almost no political autonomy left. This was the Yukinoshita family's own choice for absolute survival.
However, they weren't without thoughts of consolidating further power within the household. The Sawamura family was their newly acquired bargaining chip and a convenient meat shield.
Yukino, supported heavily by her older sister Haruno, walked unsteadily down the stairs, her legs trembling with every step.
Yukino didn't oppose her mother's actions to bring in Eriri and Sayuri. In fact, she welcomed them wholeheartedly. Because she truly couldn't handle the bull's endless attack alone. And ultimately, the Sawamura family's sudden desolation was exactly the buffer they needed to survive the nights...
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