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"Rinko-nee, we should go back too. Taro is still waiting for us!" Yukikaze tugged at Rinko Akiyama's sleeve.
"Ah, I almost forgot about Darren." Rinko snapped out of her reverie, deftly raising her arm and forming a mysterious hand seal in mid-air.
A dazzling light rose up beneath her feet, enveloping her and Mizuki Yukikaze.
The two disappeared in the next instant.
……
Meanwhile, in the mind of Jingu Makoto, who was on his way home, the system's mechanical voice rang out.
[Ding! Congratulations, host, for successfully exposing the evil demon minister Nomad and his henchmen, thwarting the Minotaur Yazaki Souichi's plot, and saving the purity of the demon-slaying ninja girl. Reward: Demon King Bloodline]
The host will gain the following abilities.
[I. The Lust Demon: Their abilities in the XX area are greatly enhanced, and they develop a strong sexual attraction to beautiful and cute members of the opposite sex. During sexual intercourse with a member of the opposite sex, both parties experience an increase in their strength.]
[II. BUG Physique: Exceptional warrior talent, coupled with a terrifying physique that allows for rapid and limitless power growth.]
[III. Strong Luck: Extraordinary luck that enables one to obtain favorable results or avoid unfavorable situations with an extremely low probability.]
[IV. Demonic Slash: Lance's ultimate technique, releasing spiritual energy to create a powerful shockwave.]
[Note: Rance, the protagonist of the "Rance series," is a free-spirited man who is not bound by conventional ideas.]
What a powerful bloodline! No wonder he only received one reward this time.
Looking at this series of abilities, Makoto Shingu nodded in satisfaction.
However, the biggest gain this time was successfully connecting with the Taimanin through Rinko Akiyama and Yukikaze Mizushiro.
There are fewer and fewer evil people lately; it's time to explore new avenues.
……
The midnight moonlight streamed through the gaps in the curtains, casting a silvery, ambiguous glow over the room.
Makoto Jingu slipped into his room like a shadow, his black trench coat still carrying the chill of the night wind.
However, he soon realized something was wrong; there was another person breathing in the room.
With a soft "click," the room suddenly became as bright as day.
"Welcome home, Makoto-chan~"
The sweet yet dangerous voice made Makoto Jingu freeze.
Tsubakihara Mira sat gracefully on the edge of his bed, her snow-white lace nightgown almost transparent, outlining her breathtaking curves.
She crossed her arms over her chest, squeezing her ample breasts into an even more striking curve.
Silky blonde hair cascaded over her shoulders, with a few strands playfully slipping into her collar and disappearing into the alluring white cleavage.
"Miss Mira?" Makoto Jingu's Adam's apple bobbed, a bead of cold sweat sliding down his temple. "So late, what are you doing here..."
"Of course I'm here to check the dorms~" Tsubakihara Mira chuckled as she stood up, silently approaching on the carpet with her bare feet.
With her movements, the hem of her nightgown swayed slightly, and the faint outline of her thighs made Jingu Makoto's breath catch in his throat.
"But Makoto-chan, dressed so smartly in the middle of the night, what mischief are you up to?"
She stopped in front of Jingu Makoto, her small nostrils twitching slightly, and a dangerous glint flashed in her eyes.
Since Makoto Jingu is going to visit Kyoka Tachibana's house tomorrow, Mira Tsubakibara decided to make a surprise visit tonight to help Makoto relieve some of his stress.
After all, she knew her best friend's charm all too well, but unexpectedly, she discovered something incredible.
Her sense of smell was always very keen; this scent must belong to another woman!
I'm so angry! Which damned woman stole the bok choy I planted...?
"Makoto-chan, I think I smell... a scent that doesn't belong to you?"
Jingu Makoto's mind raced, and in a flash of inspiration, he said, "A female classmate suddenly called to say she was being harassed by a delinquent with dyed blond hair, so I just went to help..."
Miss Mira narrowed her beautiful eyes slightly, then suddenly reached out and grabbed his collar, pulling him down. The distance between them instantly shrank to the point where they could hear each other's breaths. The sweet scent of shower gel mixed with the unique fragrance of a mature woman wafted over them.
"A blond delinquent? I think Makoto-chan is the blond one, isn't he?"
Looking at Tsubakihara Mira's pretty face, which was tinged with slight anger, Jingu Makoto suddenly had a flash of inspiration. He seemed to have found a solution!
Chapter 33 The Bet with Miss Mira
Makoto Jingu's gaze fell on Mira Tsubaki's slightly parted red lips, the cherry blossom color shimmering with a moist sheen under the light, like a silent invitation.
"Makoto-chan, where are you looking?" Tsubakihara Mira's voice was dangerously sweet as her fingertips lightly traced his collarbone. "Aren't you going to explain yourself properly?"
Jingu Seiichi gritted his teeth, then suddenly reached out and grabbed the back of Miss Mira's head, kissing her soft lips without hesitation, while she stared in astonishment.
"Well--!"
That was his plan; rather than fabricating a clumsy lie, he would divert her attention with his actions.
The moment Makoto Jingu's lips pressed against hers, Mira Tsubakihara's eyes widened in surprise.
The boy still carried the chill of the night breeze, but his lips were burning hot as if they were about to scald her.
She instinctively tried to back away, but Jingu Makoto's hand held her firmly behind her head.
"Um... Makoto-chan...you..."
Mira's voice was swallowed by their intertwined lips. She could feel the boy's fiery advances, his tongue skillfully prying open her teeth.
The little boy who used to tiptoe and kiss her cheek has now grown into an adult who can forcefully kiss her.
"That's... incredibly audacious..."
Tsubakihara Mira narrowed her eyes and suddenly took the initiative.
Her slender arms encircled Makoto Jingu's neck, pulling him closer, and her nimble tongue began to guide this dance of lips and tongue.
A worthy opponent, a worthy match; the two red snakes intertwined wildly, vying for the fragrant nectar in each other's mouths.
"Mmm... Ah..."
When the two finally parted, the silver threads traced an ambiguous arc between their lips.
Mira licked her lips, her face showing none of the shyness that Shingu Makoto expected, but rather a playful smile like a cat catching a mouse.
"Hmph, it seems like Makoto's kissing skills are so much better than when he was little." She tilted her head, her long golden hair slipping off her shoulder. "So, which bad woman stole my Makoto-chan away?"
Looking at that charming and beautiful face, Makoto Jingu's Adam's apple bobbed.
The plan failed completely.
"Miss Mira, I..."
"If you lie, the punishment will be even more severe~" Tsubakihara Miran whispered in his ear, her breath sweet as orchids.
Her fingertips lightly touched his chest, sliding down to his chest. "Let me guess... is it Natsume-chan, the one who came to our house before?"
Makoto Jingu's pupils contracted slightly. Mira Tsubakihara's fingers had already stopped on his belt buckle, her nails lightly scraping the metal surface, making a soft sound.
After a moment of silence, he decided to tell everything, including Xia Ye, Qian, and Meihe...
As for helping Yakushiji Ryoko complete her request tonight, Jingu Makoto kept it a secret.
He didn't want Miss Mira to worry...
After hearing this, Tsubakihara Mira paused in her actions.
“Oh dear…” After a while, Tsubakihara Mira suddenly chuckled, “My Makoto-chan is really… greedy.”
She took a step back, crossing her arms over her chest. The neckline of her nightgown opened slightly with this movement, revealing a glimpse of her fair cleavage. Shingu Makoto forced himself to fix his gaze on her face.
“But…” Tsubakihara Mira tilted her head, “did you know that Yuna and Nina also like you?”
"No need to deny it." She chuckled and waved her hand. "Those two girls are so obvious about it on a daily basis, I don't believe you can't sense it."
“I also like Yuna-nee and Nina-nee.” Makoto Jingu naturally understood their feelings. He took a deep breath. “If they are willing, I will make them happy.”
Including Miss Mira...
Tsubakihara Mira's eyes widened slightly, then narrowed into two crescent moons: "Makoto-chan's appetite is bigger than I imagined~"
She suddenly turned and walked towards the bathroom, starting to turn on the water. "Well then, let Auntie test whether you have this ability?"
Warm water quickly filled the bathtub, and steam filled the bathroom. Tsubakihara Mira, with her back to him, slowly removed her nightgown. In the hazy steam, her gracefully curved back resembled a traditional Chinese ink painting.
"Miss Mira, what's wrong...?"
“A bet.” Tsubakihara Mira turned her head, a sly smile on her face, “If you can last an hour under my thumb and keep your back straight…”
Her gaze shifted downwards meaningfully. "I'll forgive your behavior tonight, allow you to have a relationship early, and even try to accept your girlfriends."
Jingu Makoto's eyes lit up: "Specifically... how do we test it?"
Tsubakihara Mira stepped into the bathtub, the water rippling. She beckoned to him with her finger: "Come here, Makoto-chan. Let Auntie give you a good 'lesson'..."
The next hour was arguably the longest period of Makoto Jingu's life.
Tsubakihara Mira tested his endurance in every way imaginable—first by making him soak in hot water, then by rubbing her body, covered in shower gel, against him, her chest, hands, and feet…
"You can give up if you can't hold on~" Tsubakihara Mira licked her lips, her long, wet golden hair clinging to her smooth back.
Jingu Makoto remained silent, only silently reciting in his heart: "If the heart is pure as ice, even if the sky collapses, one will not be alarmed..."
As time went by, Tsubakihara Mira also pulled out her ultimate weapon.
She tilted her head slightly, raised her slender arms above her head, and tied up her long golden hair, naturally revealing her clean, hairless armpits.
"Cheng-chan, come on~"
Suddenly, Makoto Jingu had a bad feeling.
……
Tsubakihara Mira chuckled and adjusted the angle, letting him sink deeper into her warm armpit. "If Yuna and Nina knew you had so many girlfriends, they'd definitely cry..."
Time ticked by, and Mira's attacks grew increasingly fierce.
She leaned down, parted her red lips slightly, and traced his outline with the tip of her tongue.
Under the double pressure, Makoto Jingu almost surrendered.
“Five more… five minutes left…” Mira mumbled, her tongue circling around the words.
Jingu Makoto's abdominal muscles were taut to the limit, and sweat mixed with water droplets slid down his chest.
Just when he thought he was about to give up, Tsubakihara Mira suddenly stopped.
"Time's up." She smiled as she stood up from the water, water droplets rolling down her perfect curves. "Congratulations, Makoto-chan."
It was finally over. Jingu Makoto subconsciously let out a long sigh of relief and relaxed.
The warm milk traced a smooth arc in the air before landing softly on Tsubakihara Mira's radiant skin, the slowly falling milk making her appear even more alluring.
"I'm sorry, Ms. Mira." Makoto Jingu could only offer an awkward but polite smile.
However, Tsubakihara Mira didn't mind. She leaned down and gently kissed his forehead: "I keep my word."
She simply picked up a bath towel, wrapped it around her body, and went outside.
Jingu Makoto lay in the bathtub, looked down at his refreshed state, and shook his head with a wry smile.
He really can't handle Miss Mira's methods.
……
Another bathroom.
Mila Tsubaki hummed a song softly as she washed herself.
She smeared a little of the remaining milk on her finger and put it on her lips, then gently licked it with the tip of her tongue, her expression quite pleasant, even somewhat enjoying it.
"I never expected Makoto-chan's weakness to be there~" She carefully cleaned her smooth, hairless armpits, recalling Makoto's shameful state at the last moment, and couldn't help but chuckle, "Really... H!"
Chapter 34 Visiting the Tachibana Family
In the morning, after breakfast, Makoto Jingu left home somewhat embarrassed under Ms. Mira's amused gaze.
It's not appropriate to visit someone's home empty-handed.
So Makoto Jingu went to a nearby fruit shop, bought some fruit, had the owner pack it up, and then took the tram to Kyoka Tachibana's house.