In the evening, at the same hotel as last time, a soft knock sounded at the door.
Higashino Akira went over and opened it.
Outside stood a lovely young girl wearing light makeup, her posture graceful and her expression faintly nervous.
The moment the door opened, she quickly walked inside.
Compared to the last time they met, Kawasaki Saki looked a little more radiant now.
Aside from a trace of unease in her expression, that once-unhideable exhaustion could no longer be seen.
She clenched her fist slightly, took a deep breath, then tightly pinched the hem of her clothes.
“Do we start now?” If they finished early, maybe she could still get home in time to make dinner.
Ever since having that awkward dream, Akira had felt that he really should relax properly from time to time.
So faced with the girl taking the initiative, he naturally nodded.
Seeing that, Kawasaki Saki prepared herself.
Saki began to undress, but Akira stopped her.
Instead, he swept her up in his arms and carried her toward the bed.
“No need to take off your clothes.” “Mm…” They clung to each other, kissing deeply.
As his hands wandered across her body, Saki’s gaze grew hazy, her cheeks flushed, and a heat began to spread through her.
Akira laid her down on the hotel’s large bed and slipped off her shoes.
The soft mattress dipped and bounced as they moved together.
“Come on, turn over.” Kawasaki Saki lightly bit her lip and obediently turned her back to him, burying her face in the fluffy pillow, her rear end raised high in the air.
Just as the atmosphere between them was about to cross the final line, a blue shadow suddenly tumbled out from under the blanket, tripping over its own paws now and then as it darted toward the sofa.
“A cat!
Why is there a cat here?” Saki cried out in surprise, her whole body tensing up.
She immediately buried her head back into the pillow, letting out a muffled, low moan.
“Your sister.
I picked up this little girlfriend a while ago.” Thanks to already having some prior experience, Akira quickly adjusted after returning to the same familiar rhythm.
Having already had one practice run on this particular “vehicle,” Akira quickly got back into the rhythm after reinserting his “key” into the same spot.
He drove with the confidence of an experienced driver.
“Huh?” Kawasaki Saki did not quite understand what he meant.
Could a cat count as a lover too?
But she soon had no time for further thought.
Wave after wave of thrusts followed, forcing her to react.
Though she tried her best to suppress any embarrassing sounds out of shyness, she still let out intermittent, low whimpers and soft moans.
By the time they reached the home stretch, she might have been too mortified to keep pretending, so she stopped holding back her sounds.
She still kept her face pressed against the pillow, too embarrassed to look up, but the tips of her ears were stained a deep, telltale red, making her posture utterly adorable.
On the sofa outside the battlefield, Toyokawa Sakiko watched the chaotic scene unfold and felt heat rush to her head in an instant.
She blushed furiously, her mind reeling from the overwhelming impact.
Even with her eyes closed and her ears covered, the broken, lewd sounds filled her head, forcing her to vividly imagine the exact scene.
It was only when the sun had risen high in the sky, yet the moon still seemed to hang on the branches, that the “bombardment” finally ceased.
The entire “battlefield” was a shambles, the air still thick with the scent of “bullets and gunpowder.” Toyokawa Sakiko, who had been tormented by the whole ordeal, finally let out a breath of relief.
Saki, her body completely limp, clung feebly to the man, tears of pleasure glistening in the corners of her eyes.
The shirt and skirt she had been asked to wear had long since vanished, either lost in some corner of the bed or kicked underneath it.
After resting for a long time, she finally recovered a little strength and wanted to get up to take a shower.
Seeing how soft and weak she looked from head to toe, Akira simply picked her up.
“Let’s wash together.” Kawasaki Saki, whose cold, hard-to-approach mask had already fallen away and could no longer be picked back up, looked at him with misty eyes.
She pressed her lips together and did not refuse.
Soon, the bathroom was filled with the sound of splashing water, accompanied by low moans and soft, melodic sighs.
Outside the bathroom, Toyokawa Sakiko, who had thought the torment was finally over only for it to begin again, instantly broke down as a cat.
Late at night, Kawasaki Saki prepared to go home.
She found her wrinkled, scattered clothes and put them back on.
But when she felt something in the pocket of her skirt, her expression suddenly changed, as if she wanted to speak but hesitated.
“What’s wrong?” Seeing that, Akira asked directly.
Kawasaki Saki hesitated for a while, then took out the item in her pocket.
It was a ring-shaped item, vacuum-sealed in a square plastic package.
“Taking medicine too often isn’t good for the body.
Next time… can you use this?” She somewhat embarrassedly handed it over.
Akira accepted it and glanced at it, but he did not rush to answer.
Instead, he stood up and gently pulled the anxious girl into his arms.
“You don’t have to be afraid of that.
If something really happens, I’ll take responsibility and support you.” Hearing that, Kawasaki Saki shook her head firmly.
“I don’t want to become a mother this early.” As she spoke, her expression turned somewhat lonely.
“And I wouldn’t know how to explain my relationship with you if there really were a child.” This relationship between her and this man was one of mutual need at most.
The pleasant parts of the process could not hide the fact that the relationship itself was distorted.
If one day he no longer needed her, or if she became capable of supporting herself and helping her family, she would ask for his agreement and end this relationship honestly.
Then at most, she and he would part peacefully and become strangers afterward.
No one would be hurt because of it.
But if there was a child, then no matter whether she stayed with him forever or not, the relationship between them would become impossible to explain.
In the end, the one most hurt would only be the child.
Kawasaki Saki, born into an ordinary family, did not know how messy the games of the powerful and wealthy could be.
Even after compromising under the restless atmosphere of modern society, she still tried to keep her bottom line and had never changed the part of herself that valued family.
Akira did not force her.
He did not care whether he had one more child or not, but he knew the system encouraged building a harem.
Since he was an emperor, having descendants would surely bring rewards from the system too.
Even if he had many children, his assets might not be absolutely enough to divide perfectly, but at least he could guarantee each child a life of comfort and abundance.
Still, since Kawasaki Saki was unwilling right now, it did not matter.
Future matters could be discussed in the future.
A person’s thoughts and values would always change with time and circumstances.
Even if she always insisted, that was fine too.
In any case, Akira was not some warrior of pure love.
As a battle-tested pragmatist, he did not think that after gaining a cheat, he would obediently live his whole life with only one person.
What a joke.
Even before he had a cheat, he had never planned on that.
“Then I’ll buy them myself in the future.
It’s not very convenient for a girl like you to buy this kind of thing.” “Besides, the size is wrong.
They’re too small.” Akira smiled, watching the girl’s face suddenly turn bright red with embarrassment.
“It’s getting late.
Do you want me to send you home?” Kawasaki Saki shook her head and refused, choosing to leave by herself.
… Over the next month, Akira kept meeting Kawasaki Saki every few days.
Occasionally, when they lost track of time and the trains stopped running, she would stay over and rest.
In his daily life, he went out to buy houses, used the new houses as collateral for loans, then continued buying houses in full with cash.
He continued this cycle until he had completely squeezed the value out of the “stigmatized properties”—which already had low market values and lower mortgage limits than normal real estate.
Only when he could no longer secure enough loans to sustain the process did Akira gradually stop.
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