Chapter 914: Mostima, I Didn't Expect You to Have This Day! You're Under Arrest
In the hours that followed, Ren made good on his promise, thoroughly introducing his family members to the audience one by one. Every intimate detail captured on the live broadcast was entirely consensual, a shared exhibition between him and the women who adored him. Flushed cheeks, heavy breathing, and glistening skin filled the screen. Despite their initial shyness, the girls discovered a thrilling, addictive rush in being watched by the entire multiverse.
As for the Chat Group itself?
Aside from a few shameless individuals who continued to drop casual comments, the vast majority of the members had gone completely silent, entering a deep lurking state. It did not take a genius to guess that many of them were currently using the high-definition live broadcast to help a bit of intense, private self-understanding.
Time slipped away.
Ren's broadcast showed zero signs of stopping.
Suddenly, the air in the spacious living room warped. Several figures materialized with practiced familiarity, stepping right out of a localized teleportation spell.
"Clang! Clang!"
"The wielder of the Mjolnir Hammer makes her brilliant descent!"
Sanae Dekomori struck a dramatic pose, her twin-tails practically defying gravity.
"Hey, hey, hey, Sanae! Why are you stealing my entrance lines?!"
Ever since Shinka Nibutani had come into contact with genuine, obvious magic, she had completely abandoned her attempts to act like a normal, mature high schooler. She had sprinted headfirst back down the path of chuunibyou, fully integrating herself into the eccentric antics of Sanae and the rest of the club.
"Hmph, hmph! Sanae was here first!" Sanae planted her hands on her hips, tilting her chin up with an expression of absolute triumph. Her actual magical talent had proven to be terrifyingly impressive.
"Wait... um... guys..."
A tiny, trembling voice broke their banter. Kumin Tsuyuri tugged desperately at Shinka's sleeve. Her voice was barely louder than a mosquito's buzz, and her head was bowed so low her chin practically touched her chest. Beside her, Satone Shichimiya mirrored the exact same posture, her face burning bright red.
"It seems... we've come at a really bad time..." Kumin squeaked.
"Bad time?"
Shinka and Sanae finally blinked, lowering their dramatic poses to actually look at the room around them.
Their jaws dropped.
The spacious living room was a chaotic sea of tangled limbs, discarded clothing, and glistening skin. Ren's usual household members were lounging around in completely naked, languid postures. Over on the sofa, Baiheng, the usually gentle fox-eared sister, was resting her chin on her hand, a lazy smile playing on her lips. Nearby, Alina, the sweet deer-faunus, was curled up comfortably, completely unbothered by her lack of attire.
They... they were all...
Shinka and Sanae stared dumbfounded at the sheer scale of the debauchery.
Right in the center of the room, Ren was currently giving Marin Kitagawa his undivided, vigorous attention. The sounds of slapping skin and breathy moans echoed clearly through the air.
Without missing a single beat or slowing his relentless rhythm, Ren casually raised a hand and waved at the four frozen intruders.
"Yo. Are you four here to play with Rikka again?"
Hearing her name, Rikka Takanashi peeked out from the tangled pile of girls. She shot her friends a quick, shy glance, her face flushed with heat, before her eyes immediately darted back to the intense action happening between Ren and Marin.
"Mmm... sorry..." Rikka panted softly, shifting her legs. "I don't really have time to play right now."
Compared to playing pretend, she wanted a turn with THAT much more.
Shinka, Sanae, Kumin, and Satone stood completely petrified. Their brains practically short-circuited, trembling under the sheer weight of the visual information. For a long, agonizing moment, their legs refused to move, leaving them trapped in a state of paralyzed indecision, unable to stay, yet completely unable to look away and leave.
[Chat Group]
[Kiana: Who are those girls again?]
[Shiroyasha: They look awfully small and cute. Don't tell me they belong to you too, you absolute pervert?]
[Ren: Don't be silly. They are just Rikka's good friends.]
[Ren: They were originally just ordinary chuunibyou girls. I tossed them a real magic book a while back, and it looks like they've actually made some solid progress recently.]
[Shiroyasha: Tsk, tsk, tsk. I get it now. They are just fresh fish swimming in your pond. You've already cast the bait, and now you're just waiting for the right moment to reel them all in, right?]
[Ren: Hehe. Who knows.]
[Shiroyasha: You are such an unbelievable degenerate... but damn it, I'm so envious!]
[Ren: Tsk. You aren't still hung up on that yuri phase, are you? That's no good. I'll have to come over there and cure you myself.]
[Shiroyasha: Heh! Are you really that eager to get your hands on me? Then hurry up and crush those Little Garden Gods! Once I recover my perfect, mature form, you can do whatever you want with me. How about it? Looking forward to it?]
[Ren: Sorry, no.]
[Shiroyasha: Huh???]
[Tsunade: Haha, you're stumped now, aren't you? I guarantee Ren hasn't finished typing. The second half of his sentence is the real punchline.]
[Ren: You really do understand me perfectly, don't you?]
[Tsunade: Please. No one in all of Konoha understands you better than I do! Who else has tested out more positions with you?! I know you inside and out, top to bottom.]
[Kushina:...]
[Kushina: I'm pretty sure Mei Terumi has way more tricks up her sleeve than you do.]
[Tsunade:???]
[Ren: You girls are acting awfully strange today. Are you sitting there watching my live broadcast, getting so worked up that you're actively trying to tempt me into coming over?]
[Tsunade:...]
[Tsunade: Is it really that obvious?]
[March 7th: Uh...]
[Ren: Tsk. Anyway, Shiroyasha, you've completely misunderstood a very crucial point.]
[Shiroyasha: What point?]
[Ren: Compared to your perfect mature form, I would much rather play with your current, tiny form.]
[Shiroyasha:???]
In the Little Garden, the delicate porcelain teacup slipped right through Shiroyasha's fingers. It shattered against the floor, spilling hot tea everywhere.
She stared at the holographic chat screen in absolute disbelief. Slowly, she lowered her gaze, looking down at her current, petite, flat-chested body. Then, her eyes darted back to the live broadcast, watching the sheer, violent scale of the weapon Ren was currently using to mercilessly ravage Marin Kitagawa.
She raised a trembling hand, measuring the visual proportions in the air.
The corner of her mouth twitched violently.
[Shiroyasha: Are you actually planning to penetrate me with THAT???]
[Shiroyasha: Hey, hey, hey! A person physically cannot take that! At least, they shouldn't! You are way too perverted!]
The terrifying thought of being split in half and used as a literal human cup sent a violent shudder down her spine. She shifted uncomfortably in her seat, suddenly feeling very unsafe.
[Ren: A person can certainly try.]
[Ch'en: Um... Ren, isn't this crossing the line into actual criminal territory?]
Sitting in the Lungmen Guard Department, Ch'en rubbed her temples. As a strict L.G.D. Superintendent, her professional instincts were screaming at her.
Around her, the members of Penguin Logistics, who had gathered under the thin pretense of watching a movie while Ch'en kept a very close, suspicious eye on them, collectively shivered.
Croissant's cow ears suddenly flapped. Without thinking, she blurted out, "By the way... if that thing hit Sora, would she just snap in half?"
[Exusiai:???]
[Texas:???]
[Sora:??!!]
Sora sat frozen on the couch, her eyes wide with sheer bewilderment.
Snap? Would she actually snap in half?
"Wow! How can something like that even be legally allowed to exist!!!" Sora shrieked, her face turning a brilliant shade of crimson as she scrambled backward.
"Oh? What can't be allowed?"
Suddenly, the atmosphere in the room shifted.
The flow of time ground to an absolute halt. Dust motes froze in the air. The ticking clock on the wall fell silent.
A figure in a blue jacket materialized in the center of the room.
Mostima.
She tilted her head, mildly curious as to why a high-ranking L.G.D. Superintendent was casually hanging out with the Penguin Logistics crew. Still, it didn't seem like a hostile situation. She had slipped in using her time-stop arts, fully intending to drop by, observe, and slip away completely undetected.
However, just as she casually strolled up to Exusiai, pausing to inspect her frozen friend's face...
Click.
Cold, solid metal clamped securely around her wrist.
Mostima blinked, looking down at the silver handcuff. She whipped her head around, her eyes widening in shock.
Ch'en was standing right there, gripping the other end of the cuffs with an iron hold.
The dragon girl glared at her, her voice dripping with cold, professional authority. "Trespassing. You are under arrest!"
Mostima stood completely stunned.
How? How in the world was Ch'en moving freely inside her stopped time?!
Before she could even process the impossibility of the situation, a loud, obnoxious burst of laughter erupted from right behind her.
Exusiai doubled over, clutching her stomach as she completely lost her composure.
"Hahaha! Mostima! I never thought I would live to see the day you actually got caught!"
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