Chapter 870: Kurumi Tokisaki's Four Heavenly Kings Grandly Appear! The Door Is Open, Will You Enter?
One minute.
What could truly be accomplished in a mere sixty seconds?
For a normal person, very little. But give Ren one minute, and he could pull off feats that would shake the heavens and make gods weep in despair.
Case in point: conquering the Spirit of Origin in exactly sixty seconds.
Parting from their deep kiss, a thin thread of silver saliva connected their lips for a fleeting moment before snapping. He looked down at the Spirit of Origin, who lay completely dazed in his arms, her eyes wide and unfocused.
"How was it?" he asked, a teasing smirk playing on his lips. "This is the kind of pleasure humans get to enjoy. I highly doubt Reine Murasame has ever experienced anything quite like this, has she?"
The Spirit of Origin remained utterly silent.
Her lips, still tingling from the sudden, aggressive assault, carried a lingering warmth that left her entire body feeling strangely soft and pliant. She couldn't deny his words. Her phantom clone, Reine Murasame, had endured decades of excessive, mind-numbing labor and endless observation, but she had never once experienced something so intensely intimate.
In the eyes of humanity, this overwhelming rush of heat and emotion was known as love and affection.
Naturally, Ren's version of 'conquering' her wasn't limited to just a single kiss. He was patiently guiding this hollow, detached deity down from her pedestal.
Pinching his chin, a thoughtful glint flashed in his eyes. "You don't actually have a name yet, do you? It's going to get really annoying if I have to keep calling you 'Spirit of Origin' every time I want your attention. How about I just call you Mio?"
Since Shinji Takamiya didn't exist in this timeline to give her the full name 'Mio Takamiya', claiming the first name for himself worked perfectly.
Mio's ethereal features shifted into a look of quiet contemplation. Slowly, almost instinctively, she gave a small nod.
"The Spirit of Origin... So many Spirits..." Kotori Itsuka stammered, her signature black ribbons twitching atop her twin-tails. "This... this... Can someone please explain what the hell is going on here?!"
Kotori was completely and utterly bewildered.
Just a second ago, she had been stressing over how to help her older sister, Shiori Itsuka, track down and seal a single Spirit. Now, in the blink of an eye, she was surrounded by a veritable army of them. Her brain practically short-circuited trying to process the sheer concentration of spiritual power in the room.
But what confused her even more was the way these immensely powerful beings were looking at that one man. Their gazes were heavy, heated, and undeniably strange. Even with her limited romantic experience, Kotori recognized that raw emotion.
It was love. Absolute, unadulterated infatuation.
Panic began to claw at Kotori's chest. If all the Spirits were already head over heels for this mysterious guy, didn't that mean her sister had zero chance of sealing them?
In this universe, Shinji Takamiya had never existed. Shido Itsuka had never been born. All that remained was a girl named Shiori Itsuka, Kotori's beloved older sister. Shiori still possessed the unique physiological ability to seal the powers of Spirits through a kiss. But with a cast entirely made up of girls, that path would only lead to cultivating a massive yuri harem!
Ren's figure flickered, crossing the spatial distance in an instant to appear directly in front of the frantic red-haired commander.
"Everything you want to know is right here," he said, his voice smooth and casual. "Whether you choose to see it or not is entirely up to you."
Raising his hand, he condensed his memories—his travels across different worlds, his arrival in this universe, and his encounters with every single Spirit present—into shimmering, translucent memory bubbles. He floated one gently toward Kotori.
At the same time, four identical glowing orbs drifted toward Yoshino, Miku Izayoi, Natsumi Kyouno, and Mio—the four Spirits he hadn't fully 'conquered' yet.
Kotori peeked up at him through her lashes.
He was undeniably handsome. In fact, his chiseled features and relaxed, confident posture made him more attractive than anyone she had ever seen. More than that, the man radiated an intoxicating aura of absolute mystery. Gathering every known Spirit into one place without triggering a spatial quake of apocalyptic proportions was no simple feat. It defied all logic.
Steeling her resolve, she took a deep breath. "Alright!"
If she wanted to protect her sister, she needed intel. Reaching out, she poked the floating orb.
Pop.
Instantly, a massive flood of vivid memories surged directly into her mind. Kotori's eyes rolled back slightly, her entire body freezing stiff like a statue.
"Big Brother's memories..." Yoshino murmured, her large, innocent blue eyes sparkling with intense curiosity.
The rabbit puppet on her left hand, Yoshinon, immediately began bouncing up and down. "Yoshino, hurry up and look! I wanna know what this guy has been up to all this time too!"
Gathering her courage, the petite Spirit reached out a timid finger and popped her bubble.
Nearby, Miku Izayoi cast a wistful glance at the stunning array of Spirit girls surrounding her. Normally, being in a room full of such top-tier beauties would have left her swooning and completely overwhelmed with excitement.
But surprisingly, she felt none of that.
Instead, her hyper-fixation was entirely locked onto Ren. Every single time his casual gaze happened to sweep past her, a phantom, tingling electric current shot straight up her spine, radiating outward from her thoroughly spanked rear end. Her thighs clamped together instinctively.
It was all his fault! If he hadn't bent her over and disciplined her so ruthlessly, she wouldn't be standing here feeling like a blushing, embarrassed mess.
Pursing her glossy lips into a pout, Miku shot a highly resentful glare at the back of Ren's head—since he wasn't even paying attention to her—and aggressively snatched her memory bubble out of the air.
Natsumi Kyouno, on the other hand, had zero reservations. Still maintaining her glamorous, mature transformed state, the green-haired witch eagerly tapped her bubble, diving straight in to savor his private memories without a second thought.
"Your memories?" Rita murmured, her crimson eyes studying him with deep depth. Without another word, the elegant maid extended her gloved hand and crushed the orb.
In an instant, all five girls entered a deep, trance-like state, their consciousnesses submerged in the vast ocean of Ren's experiences.
Taking advantage of the quiet, Kurumi stepped up and playfully poked Ren's solid chest with her index finger.
"Ren-kun," she began, tilting her head with a dangerously curious smile. "These memories you just handed over... you didn't happen to include all of your highly intimate, behind-closed-doors activities with the other girls, did you?"
"Heh heh." Ren's lips curled into a shamelessly wicked grin. "Of course I did. Not a single second of the good stuff was left out~"
"You really are a mean-spirited sadist," Kurumi sighed, genuinely speechless.
Wasn't he essentially forcing these poor, unsuspecting girls to watch dozens, if not hundreds, of high-definition, first-person adult films in real-time? It was far too lewd, even for her tastes.
"I am indeed a terrible person," Ren agreed cheerfully. He raised his hand and snapped his fingers.
Snap.
The surrounding environment warped instantly.
"W-What is this...?" Tohka and the conscious girls gasped, startled by the sudden shift.
The endless, empty void they had been standing in dissolved, smoothly replaced by a ridiculously spacious, immaculately clean, and lavishly decorated master bedroom. Taking up the vast majority of the floor space was a custom-made, absurdly oversized bed—one easily large enough to comfortably accommodate dozens of people at once.
Before Kurumi could process the change in scenery, a strong arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her flush against a warm chest.
Her breath hitched, her heart suddenly hammering against her ribs with uncharacteristic nervousness. "Y-You... what exactly do you think you're doing?" she stammered. Her beautiful heterochromatic eyes—one crimson, one a golden clock face—stared up at him, swirling with an indescribable, entirely genuine panic.
"Doing what?" Ren chuckled, his grip tightening securely around her waist. "Fulfilling our little agreement, of course. Come on, Kurumi. Your clones have had their fun. It's finally the main body's turn!"
Right on cue, the shadows beneath their feet began to bubble and stretch. Four distinct, highly specialized clones of Kurumi rose from the darkness, surrounding their original self like a pack of hungry wolves.
"Hehe, you can't escape this time, me!" Eyepatch Kurumi giggled, stepping forward to firmly shackle the main body's left wrist.
"Oh my, oh my. It is finally time for the grand feast." Bandage Kurumi purred, dropping low to hook an arm under the main body's knee, lifting her leg into the air.
"My, my... your heart is beating so fast, me." Kimono Kurumi whispered seductively, her hands sliding up to caress the frills of the original's gothic skirt.
"Don't worry, me. We are just here to help you cross the finish line." Lolita Kurumi cooed, gently stroking the main body's flushed cheek.
These weren't just any ordinary temporal clones. These were the specific iterations of Kurumi that Ren had already extensively, thoroughly 'developed' during their past encounters. They were so uniquely corrupted and fiercely loyal to his desires that they could easily be dubbed his Four Heavenly Kings.
"Hey! Stop it, all of you! Put me down!" Kurumi shrieked, her usual elegant composure shattering into a million pieces.
Completely lifted off the ground by her own treacherous temporal copies, she thrashed about, growing increasingly flustered. She knew herself better than anyone, which meant she was absolutely terrified of the depraved, crazy things these four corrupted versions were capable of doing.
"Don't resist, me. It is time to face your true inner desires," the clones chanted in eerie, synchronized harmony.
Ignoring her frantic protests, the four clones ruthlessly carried the struggling original Kurumi straight onto the massive bed.
Rustle, rustle.
Amidst a flurry of indignant squeaks and half-hearted screams, layers of gothic fabric were swiftly and expertly stripped away. Within seconds, a completely bare, flawless Kurumi was presented to the room, her porcelain skin exposed to the open air.
"Whoa!" Nia Honjou exclaimed, her eyes widening behind her glasses as she leaned in for a better look. "I totally didn't expect our little Nightmare to be so... fair and tender under all those frills! She's actually super pink and cute, hehe~"
The rest of the conscious girls exchanged highly complicated, deeply flushed expressions, unsure of where to look but unable to tear their eyes away.
On the bed, the mutiny was absolute. Bandage Kurumi and Eyepatch Kurumi pinned the original's arms and shoulders down, completely immobilizing her squirming body. Meanwhile, Kimono Kurumi and Lolita Kurumi positioned themselves at the foot of the bed. Working in perfect tandem, they gently but firmly parted the original Kurumi's trembling thighs, fully opening the gates to her most guarded fortress.
Looking up at Ren with expressions of absolute, fanatical devotion, the clones spoke in unison: "Ren-kun, please bestow upon me your longest, deepest love!"
The original Kurumi's cheeks were burning with a catastrophic shade of crimson, steam practically whistling from her ears. "H-How could it come to this?!" she wailed, utterly betrayed by her own shadows.
Ren rubbed his chin, a highly amused, thoroughly wicked expression crossing his face. "Well, I certainly can't refuse an invitation like that," he murmured, his voice dropping an octave.
Gazing down at the perfectly presented, wide-open gates of the Nightmare Spirit, a primal, overwhelming urge to conquer surged through his veins. He stepped forward, unbuckling his belt.
"Eh?!!!"
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