From the entryway to the living room, then from the living room to the master bedroom.
Karuizawa Kei’s clothes, shoes, and socks were scattered all along the way.
More than an hour later, Hayashi Makoto finally steadied his breathing.
Looking at Kei’s flushed, dazed face with drool escaping her cute lips, he couldn’t help laughing softly.
He leaned down again and pressed his body against hers, intimate and close in the midst of their sweat-drenched bodies.
The girl’s rosy lips parted slightly.
Her warm, sweet breath brushed against him, mixed with a faint, hoarse little moan.
“Kei.”
“Mm~”
“Bark twice for me.”
“?”
Karuizawa Kei was still drifting in that blissful state.
It took her several seconds to process what he had said.
Once she came back to herself, shame and annoyance immediately rose in her eyes.
She bit his ear lightly, then squeezed out a few puppy-like whimpers from her throat.
“Wuu…”
But when Makoto’s hand gently brushed over the scar on her lower abdomen, those fake puppy whimpers instantly became tense and urgent.
“Don’t…!”
That scar was her psychological block.
It was the mark left behind by the bullying she had suffered in the past.
Normally, she did everything she could to keep her boyfriend from seeing it.
Yet for some reason, Makoto enjoyed touching it, and when passions ran high he would even lick and bite it, as if trying to use pleasurable stimulation to overwrite the psychological shadow the scar represented.
This strange form of therapy was surprisingly effective.
Kei trembled hard, her long legs coiling around him like a serpent in heat.
Her hands pressed tightly against his lower back, all ten fingers stiff and straight.
…
After helping his limp girlfriend take a bath, changing the sheets, and taking a cold shower himself, Makoto came out with only a bath towel around his waist.
He sat down in a corner of the living room and opened a bottle of Perrier-Jouët.
Aside from its pretty bottle, which was good at attracting girls, the champagne itself actually had a very pleasant aroma.
There was the freshness of green apple and lemon peel, mixed with the delicate scent of cream and dried hay.
It was exactly the type he liked.
The chilled wine slid down his throat and spread through his whole body, bringing a wave of comfort.
Mixed into that comfort was the pleasure of conquering a young girl.
Through the floor-to-ceiling window, Makoto looked down at Tokyo’s nightscape from above.
He thought about how with the income he had in his previous life, he would have needed to save money for one hundred and twenty years without eating or drinking to buy a home like this in Tokyo’s absurdly expensive Minato Ward.
And even then, he might still not have been able to afford it.
The life he had now was something his past self would not even have dared to dream about.
And yet, this level of enjoyment was only his starting point.
“No wonder everyone loves getting something for nothing. When I have money, I spend it. When I run out, I teleport into a bank vault, take more, and keep spending. This immoral, disgusting, shameless life—damn it, I fucking love it!”
Eat the best.
Play with the best.
Spend freely and enjoy life.
That was what money was.
It could make people happy, and it could also rot away their morals.
As for those who claimed money was nothing but dirt, they were either so rich that money had become nothing but a number to them, or they themselves were dirt.
Fortunately, Makoto had never had much morality to begin with.
After obtaining his cheat, even his respect for the law had disappeared completely.
He did not steal from the poor.
He specifically targeted the bank vaults of major nations.
After finishing the champagne in his glass, Makoto walked to the study door.
The room was locked shut.
His figure flickered in place.
In the next instant, he had already appeared inside.
Behind the study door stood a full-length mirror.
The young man stood in front of it with only a bath towel around his waist, staring at his reflection in slight silence.
He was not especially tall.
Exactly one meter eighty.
His features leaned toward the refined side, and his temperament was mature.
When he smiled, he looked warm and easy to approach.
But when he did not smile, the slight narrowing of his eyes gave him a cold, unsettling sharpness.
A smiling tiger?
A refined scumbag?
The gaze of an eagle, the ambition of a wolf?
Makoto himself could not quite describe his own appearance.
He only felt that it was decent enough.
Compared to idols, he definitely could not compete, but when it came to his body, he was very confident.
Besides having the kind of frame that looked good in clothes, he was also quite muscular.
His muscles were not exaggerated like a fitness trainer’s.
Instead, the lines were smooth, firm, elastic, and flexible, giving his body a special texture.
It made people think of an ancient Greek statue, filled with a steady and endless sense of power.
In other words, it was more than enough to leave Karuizawa Kei suspended in pleasure for hours.
This was not the result of ordinary training.
It was power obtained by adding points through his cheat.
“I hope a newcomer enters the Shared Transmigration Space today.”
Of course, every newcomer’s arrival meant that another version of himself had died.
But they could all become nourishment for Hayashi Makoto.
Deep Blue, show me your limits.
✕
Other versions of me, show me the limits of your corpses.
✓
The Shared Transmigration Space was his main path to becoming stronger.
Even so, Makoto still spent a good amount of time every day studying and strengthening himself.
Inside this keyless study were several shelves.
One shelf held large-denomination currencies from various countries and stacks of gold bars.
Another shelf held many daggers and military knives.
The remaining shelves were filled with different types of pistols, submachine guns, sniper rifles, and other firearms, along with various models of ammunition sorted by category.
Aside from those, there was also plenty of military equipment he had taken from several U.S.
military bases.
There were even quite a few chemical weapons banned by the United Nations.
Other than weapons and money, three walls were covered with photos from all over the world.
Some were natural landscapes.
Others were famous cultural landmarks.
The photos were packed so densely that anyone who did not know the truth might think Makoto was some fanatical travel lover.
In reality, these photos were connected to his ability.
Mind Teleporter.
It was a superpower inherited from another version of himself.
Simply put, it was spatial teleportation.
But unlike ordinary spatial movement, it did not require complicated coordinates.
He only needed to picture the place in his mind.
He did not even need to know the latitude or longitude.
As long as he had a rough impression of the location and focused his mind, he could appear there in the next instant.
A teleport of several meters.
A jump from the North Pole to the South Pole.
Or even a leap from outer space back to Earth.
None of them were a problem.
With this ability, Makoto could travel through every famous scenic spot in the world in a single day.
One moment, he could be surfing in the ocean.
The next moment, he could be sunbathing on top of the Sphinx.
And the moment after that, he could stand above Big Ben and feel the rain of London.
He could do whatever he wanted.
He could go wherever he wanted.
Combined with powerful modern military weapons, he could easily call himself the most terrifying assassin in human history.
And yet, he was extremely low-key.
He had never allowed anyone to know about his ability.
Because Makoto knew that those dozens of seconds he had spent in outer space had most likely been captured by satellites.
Perhaps the major powers of the world were already secretly searching for him.
Another version of himself had died because he had been too reckless.
So before obtaining more power, Makoto decided to keep a low profile as much as possible.
His next plan was simple.
Train daily in techniques for self-defense and killing.
Wait for new corpses to enter the Shared Transmigration Space.
And while doing that, enjoy hunting beautiful girls in this wonderful anime world.
Since a broad road had already opened before him, there was no need to rush.
Life had to be properly enjoyed.
“…Oh.”
Makoto suddenly paused.
“A newcomer is here.”
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