Hayasaka Ai was already lost.
The breathing rhythm she had barely managed to maintain had long since been utterly defeated by the successive waves of intense pleasure, crumbling into completely instinctive panting and the most wanton moans.
Her sight, smell, taste, hearing, touch…
All her five senses and perceptions were filled with a bliss too shameful to speak of.
She only vaguely knew she had assumed the most debased posture.
The last shred of Awareness, deliberately stripped away by the Blood Demon Art, watched on in shame like a third party.
She “saw” her own limbs clinging desperately to the man, “saw” her own tear-filled eyes tightly shut, and saw the expression of ecstatic infatuation and fear interwoven on her own face.
She was bestowed with pleasure.
She was bestowed with pain.
She was also bestowed with an insatiable emptiness.
All five senses and perceptions were manipulated by Makoto — this was the advanced application of the upgraded Blood Demon Art: Six Movements of Heaven and Earth.
If Kibutsuji Makoto could see his ultimate move being used like this, he would probably give a thumbs-up in approval.
However, just before Hayasaka Ai was about to soar beyond the clouds, Makoto suddenly withdrew.
“Ah…
Ah?”
The impending sense of emptiness surged back into her heart.
Hayasaka Ai let out a bewildered whimper, opening her tear-filled eyes to look at Makoto.
“Master…?”
He didn’t speak.
Instead, he grabbed Little Ai’s side ponytail.
Just as she braced herself for pain, preparing to arch her back to Cooperate, the man gently leaned down and bit her slightly dry lips.
And, in doing so, filled her emptiness once more.
In their locked gaze, Hayasaka Ai saw her own reflection in his eyes, and the disturbed and fear in her own eyes.
The fear stemmed from the collapse of her worldview.
And the disturbed from the ‘abnormality’ descending upon her.
“Little Ai, this is the superpower you imagined.
How does it feel?”
Makoto breathed in her panting, licking and kissing her lips.
At first glance, it looked like the intimate smile of lovers.
But Hayasaka Ai saw clearly.
In the other’s gaze, besides physical desire, there was something else that sent chills down her spine—a possessiveness that saw her as a cherished object to be fiercely claimed.
“Psychokinesis, it’s amazing.”
She was telling the truth.
Hayasaka Ai prided herself on being calm, intelligent, and possessing extremely high mental fortitude.
She never panicked when faced with situations and was most adept at using absolute rationality to suppress physical impulses.
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her own senses could be controlled by someone else.
Joy, pain, anguish, emptiness, satisfaction…
all manipulated by another person!
She was truly afraid.
Thus, feelings of nervousness and fear triggered a change in the girl’s body.
“Hiss…”
The big one is coming!
Hayasaka Ai had already sensed that change.
The bit of composure she had just regained collapsed once more.
Her flushed face wore a dazed, wooden expression.
Different girls have different little habits.
At times like these, Kei would press both hands against the small of his back, her fingers stiffly straight, her palms exerting great force, as if wanting to press him into her soft body.
Hayasaka was different.
She liked to wrap both arms around the man’s neck, liked to entwine both legs around his body.
Time passed second by second.
Makoto was reluctant to part with her warmth.
So he lay there, entangled~~, lingering.
His lips landed on her face, sometimes kissing deeply, sometimes kissing her cute, mixed-race features that differed from typical Asians.
Hayasaka Ai responded with utmost enthusiasm.
If it were his previous life, Makoto might have had a chance to support a high school girl like Kei.
But he could never have touched a girl like Hayasaka Ai.
She was a maid trained by the Shinomiya Family, but by no means an ordinary one.
Having received elite education from the Shinomiya Family since childhood, Hayasaka Ai could be the close attendant maid to the young lady Kaguya within the Shinomiya residence.
Outside, she could be an exceptionally high-quality woman excelling in all aspects.
The double chasms named “class” and “ability” stood there.
He didn’t believe such an outstanding girl would have ever looked twice at his former self.
But now?
Yet she obediently submitted beneath him, filled with awe, cautious, exerting herself to please and be affectionate.
This is the taste of power.
This is the taste of strength.
It not only allowed Makoto to live a carefree and affluent life, not only freed him from daily toil for survival, but also let him wantonly possess and toy with beauties once beyond his reach.
“Master.”
Hayasaka Ai suddenly spoke softly, “The matter in the alley might still need cleaning up.
Four grown men vanishing into thin air…
no matter how incompetent the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department police are, they might still investigate that place.”
“Who do you think should handle it?”
I remember the son of the Superintendent-General, Mr.
Kojima, is in the Kendo Club at Shuchi’in Academy.
We could use his connections.”
“We’ll deal with it if they trace it back to me.
Superintendent-General…
oh, rings a bell.”
Makoto thought for a moment, unconcerned, “Forget it.
If they really find something, you can just give Nagasawa a call.”
When controlling those powerful, wealthy families, Makoto inevitably revealed a bloody, cruel side.
After all, not all those in high positions were as calm, intelligent, and tactful as Shinomiya Ganan.
After witnessing some terrifying scenes, those big shots, considering this lord’s methods, specially assigned a role to help him handle cleanup operations.
Nagasawa?
Hayasaka Ai’s expression changed slightly, “You mean…
the Commissioner General of the National Police Agency?”
The Superintendent-General is the highest leader of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department, the overall head of Tokyo’s public safety.
Their power and status far surpass the police chiefs of other prefectures, arguably the pinnacle of a police officer’s career.
The Commissioner General of the National Police Agency is even higher, the highest administrative official for all police in Japan.
While positionally slightly lower than administrative vice-ministers of central ministries and agencies, in terms of real power, they are on equal footing.
“I think so.”
“…Then, there really is no need to worry.”
Hayasaka Ai gave a wry smile.
A few minutes later, battle flames ignited once more on the bed.
This time, Hayasaka Ai took the top position.
Her sea-blue eyes were veiled by a thin mist.
Every time Makoto performed a bridge exercise to work his lower back muscles, fine ripples would stir in the mist within Hayasaka Ai’s eyes.
But she wasn’t completely passive like Kei.
She breathed with difficulty, struggling to keep up with her master’s rhythm.
However, her experience and stamina were still far lacking.
She only lasted a little over ten minutes before collapsing again, helplessly enduring the man’s storm-like onslaught and relentless bombardment.
Before losing consciousness, the girl asked a question.
“Master, how powerful are you now?”
Hmm…
That’s a good question.
Makoto decided to find another world to test his limits.
Maybe it’s not a big deal now… maybe it will be later.
“And If you’re enjoying it, drop a Power Stone for me!”