The door was pushed open a crack, faintly revealing the figures on the bed.
Under the warm yellow lamplight,
what was happening there was no less dramatic than the plot Yuki Suou had read in her manga books.
Yuki Suou felt no discomfort about their relationship in her heart.
After all, she also knew that although the old man was truly cultivating Akira as an heir,
he never bore the Suou surname.
So before tomorrow, he had always been well hidden by the Suou Family.
Aside from some internal matters, Yuki Suou's presence was even greater than Akira's.
Now that Akira could finally step forward, Yuki Suou was very happy.
And if she knew these things, how could Yuki Suou's mother not know these things?
However, Yuki Suou wasn't very clear why Yumi Suou remained single until now.
But if Akira could fulfill Yumi Suou's needs, Yuki Suou wouldn't feel awkward.
It's just that this matter couldn't be known by a fourth person other than her.
Yuki Suou stood outside the door; the faint bedside lamp was not bright.
But for someone in the dark, it was already enough to make her eyes light up.
Her breathing gradually became ragged.
Under the exquisite nightgown she had originally intended to surprise Akira with,
it was already somewhat… originally for convenience.
Under the delicate nightgown, there was nothing at all.
But now, it made things convenient for her…
"Akira!"
"Akira!"
On the bed, Yumi Suou hadn't noticed anything unusual.
She was immersed in the pleasure that assailed her from the outside.
The previous scenes had all come too suddenly.
Even the first time, when she taught Akira those things,
it suddenly became difficult to control.
Yesterday's night raid was even more so.
Although she was conscious at the time,
the sensations were completely different.
The emotional changes were also two extremes.
Now, she didn't view Akira as her son whom she had watched grow up.
Instead, he was a man she understood intimately.
And this man was also very clear about her.
Aside from the occasional hint of a forbidden feeling, everything went smoothly, so seamlessly that she felt she and Akira were a couple deeply in love.
That passion.
The strength Akira used.
All fully demonstrated his fervent adoration for her.
However—
"Mmm!"
Her own stamina, it seemed, couldn't quite keep up with Akira's.
Now, it was already…
"Akira! The meeting is tomorrow morning, with a full day allotted."
"Don't you want to go back and rest early, to conserve your energy?"
"After all, tomorrow is your first time appearing with the Old Master at such an important occasion."
"Those chaebol heirs will definitely try to approach you and sound you out."
Like a virtuous wife, Yumi Suou was cautioning Akira about things he needed to pay attention to tomorrow.
Although Akira understood these things even more clearly than Yumi Suou,
he still smiled and agreed.
"Alright, Mom, you should also rest early."
Akira picked up his clothes and directly got up, walking toward his own room.
Yumi Suou gazed at Akira with a chiding look.
Really, even with Yuki asleep, he shouldn't be so brazen.
However—
Akira's abundant vigor indeed made her feel a bit overwhelmed.
Akira closed the door.
Only then did Yumi Suou get out of bed and walk into the bathroom in the room.
It's a good thing she couldn't get pregnant.
Otherwise, at this frequency, in a few more months, her belly would start to show.
She'd remind him to be careful tomorrow.
Click.
Akira returned to his room, didn't turn on the light, and didn't put on his pajamas, directly burrowing into the covers.
Yuki Suou, who had seen everything from outside the door, was secretly delighted.
Brother actually didn't change into his pajamas.
And!
Full of vigor.
Hot.
Masculine energy rushed over.
Honestly.
He's done with Mom, but he still doesn't come find me.
Today, I'm going to punish you well.
Mmm!
Hiss.
Akira had long known Yuki Suou was hiding under the covers.
He deliberately lay down in the covers just like that—
just like that, fishing with a straight hook.
Yuki Suou, as expected, had no reservations and directly bit the hook.
Hehehe.
Although she had already trained this morning,
if he didn't take care of her first, it would be hard to go out at night.
Since he didn't even need to follow the trained skills—
then.
Mmm?
Yuki Suou's eyes suddenly widened.
Brother wouldn't have done this before.
No.
She couldn't breathe.
Pfft!
She just took a breath.
The feeling of suffocation came again.
So Brother liked it this way?
Indeed, he couldn't resist his dear sister.
Hehehe.
Considering you're my dear brother—
I'll just…
Yuki Suou's cheeks contracted.
A smile of delight appeared between Akira's brows.
As expected of Yuki.
She knew even more than Yumi Suou.
Tsk tsk tsk.
Suddenly, he somewhat anticipated the scene of the two of them appearing together, fighting over him.
But now—
"Mmm!"
Cheating.
Brother is cheating.
How could he attack Jerusalem at this moment.
There's no defense there right now.
No.
No.
Yuki Suou could no longer provide support.
She couldn't win a direct confrontation either.
She could only be led by the nose by Akira.
Akira didn't waste words.
He immediately sent the British police into Belgium, completely disrupting the order in Jerusalem.
"Brother!"
"Brother!"
Yumi Suou's small face was slightly flushed.
The entire Jerusalem had become enemy-occupied territory.
[Character: Yumi Suou]
[Potential: A]
[Loyalty: 100]
[Strength: 7.7]
[Agility: 8.2]
[Endurance: 8.5]
[Skills: Cooking LV4, Housework LV2]
[Evolution Charge: 69%]
[Status: Sleeping]
[Character: Yuki Suou]
[Potential: S]
[Loyalty: 100]
[Strength: 5.2]
[Agility: 4.8]
[Endurance: 5.5]
[Skills: Jack-of-all-trades]
[Evolution Charge: 32%]
[Status: Sleeping]
After carrying Yuki Suou back to her room, Akira changed into casual clothes and went out.
Although there was a slight delay, Mei Mei only sent the address twenty minutes ago.
The distance from his home to the hotel also took about that much time.
"I'll be there soon."
"Mm-hmm, Big Sister is waiting for you."
In the time it took to send a text, Akira had already transformed into a white streak of light, speeding through the streets and even over rooftops.
In this situation, Akira even skipped the effort of activating Perception Manipulation.
Instant Strike.
His figure flickered.
Akira had already arrived in the familiar presidential suite.
This was property of the Suou Family.
It offered special privileges to the police, heroes, and Sorcerers.
And for a premium savings client like Mei Mei, the preferential treatment was even greater.
She could stay in this presidential suite for free for one week every year.
Moreover, this was where her first time happened.
So Akira could perfectly understand why Mei Mei would continue to set the location here.
Instead of using the main entrance, Akira appeared directly in the living room.
Then he pushed open the bedroom door.
Mei Mei was sitting on the headboard, with a small cart beside her, filled with expensive alcoholic beverages.
Mei Mei's slender fingers held a champagne flute.
Amber liquid flowed within the flute.
Her blue-white hair hung down.
Between her heroic brows and eyes, there was a hint of surprise.
Her fair skin matched her hair color, and perhaps due to drinking some wine,
it glowed with a hazy, cherry blossom-like pinkness.
The black, form-fitting lace nightgown she wore
added a layer of mysterious veil over Mei Mei, enhancing the languid atmosphere.
It made one eager to see what kind of breathtaking sight that budding white rose would be when it fully bloomed.
"Big Sister is in such high spirits, drinking champagne."
"It looks like a big business deal has been completed."
Akira walked to the edge of the bed, took the champagne from Mei Mei's hand, and placed it aside.
"It was indeed a big business deal, but it wasn't completed."
Mmm~!
The faint aroma of champagne lingered.
Mei Mei's eyes sparkled.
"What, do you want to comfort Big Sister?"
"How could a strong woman like Big Sister need comfort? It's just that I want to do it."
"The same action, a different experience."
"Hehe, Little brother Akira, you really know how to make your Big Sister happy."
Mei Mei let down her guard and leaned into Akira's arms.
As a Grade 1 Sorcerer, and one with the potential to reach Special Grade, she had never shown a gentle side to anyone before.
"Actually, the Jujutsu Association wanted to pay for information about you, Little brother Akira."
"I quoted them one hundred million."
"That high?"
Akira was stunned.
If he could sell it for one hundred million, he would immediately package up all his ability data, except for the core ones.
He'd get the money first.
A Master Ball cost 1 billion yen.
Selling ten sets would be enough to buy one Master Ball.
Mei Mei poked Akira. "Don't you see whose Didi you are? I think that price is still too low."
As she spoke, Mei Mei felt a burning sensation.
A hint of unconcealed joy appeared in her eyes.
Just as Akira said,
the ability to grow stronger by doing it was his core.
Especially by doing it with him, she could also achieve significant improvements.
Having visited the Jujutsu Association today, she couldn't resist the urge to fight one of Masamichi Yaga's puppets.
She, who previously needed to go all out, after her power increase, resolved the battle in just half a minute.
This made Masamichi Yaga's jaw drop.
So, whether out of selfishness or love, she didn't want Akira to suffer any harm.
Of course, except from her.
And now, she intended to give Akira a good "harming" to let him experience Big Sister's prowess.
Tear.
Akira leaned back slightly, supporting himself with his hands on the bed.
"So, Big Sister also makes mistakes, huh?"
"Hmph, how could that be? Those dirty old men from the Jujutsu Association said they had a way to get information about you."
"From what I know of those old geezers, they'll most likely have students who previously interacted with you try to get close to you."
"Indirectly obtaining information about you from them."
"But what they don't know is, for Little brother Akira, this method is like actively delivering food to his doorstep."
"So, for me and Little brother Akira, how is this not a victory?"
Mei Mei lowered her head, raising her eyebrows to look at Akira.
Immediately after—
"Ugh!"
Splat! Splat!
Mei Mei was right.
Having Maki Zenin and Nobara Kugisaki try to get close was essentially serving food on a platter.
Moreover, once the Soldier Pills were revealed,
it would immediately attract the attention of three major factions.
Costing 10,000 yen, with a starting price of tens of millions—
it would be great if a major incident happened recently, especially if an important person were injured.
That way, it would save a large advertising fee.
And this item would ostensibly only be provided to the three major factions, or wealthy merchants and gentry who want to game, as strategic supplies.
Under the table, Akira could funnel the goods into the black market.
He believed that once the true effects of the Soldier Pills were witnessed, the price would certainly skyrocket.
So, who would be suitable for operating in the black market?
Many faces flashed through Akira's mind.
Angel Devil Angel could, but Makima was above her.
If it were Mei Mei—
she was also a bit lacking.
Saeko Busujima's current data could be utilized, but in terms of strength, Akira was still not very confident.
After all, this world was inherently chaotic, with Cursed Spirits, Devils, and Monsters.
Saeko Busujima could currently handle Oni-level threats.
But to truly face Dragon-level threats alone, her strength was still a bit insufficient.
Never mind—things will work themselves out.
Just because they can't do it now doesn't mean they won't be able to after some time.
As long as they intensify their training, why worry about their strength not improving like a rocket?
"Big Sister, how about you also go to the Busujima family dojo?"
Akira played with Mei Mei's blue and white long hair.
The latter looked up, reaching out to wipe her mouth.
"Dojo? Does Little brother Akira want to keep a mistress?"
Akira nodded. "I do have that thought, but on one hand, I can also guide you in combat and Jujutsu-related things."
Mei Mei smiled, not stopping what she was doing. "I do need to learn combat Techniques from Little brother Akira."
"But Jujutsu—that's something passed down through history, summarized by the Jujutsu Association and Sorcerers."
"Little brother Akira, you're not part of the Jujutsu Association, how would you know Jujutsu?"
Akira replied with a smile. "My Technique is Divinity Mask."
He didn't elaborate further, but this sentence was like a depth charge, exploding in Mei Mei's mind.
She looked surprised, instinctively swallowing. "Little brother Akira, do you mean you can learn from gods…?"
"Probably. I'm not entirely sure, but I did suddenly learn Jujutsu-related things."
Saying that, Akira formed hand seals, and a highly complex defensive barrier instantly unfolded,
enveloping the two of them inside.
Within the barrier, the two seemed to be in space, slowly floating in the air.
This is!
"Haha…"
After her surprise, Mei Mei actually laughed happily.
Her actions became even more dedicated.
She even moved closer to Akira.
"If those people from the Jujutsu Association knew Little brother Akira also had such an ability, they would immediately worship you like a god."
"Whatever you want, they'll arrange it for you."
Fiery, crystal-clear pomegranate seeds faintly appeared and disappeared in the black mist.
Seemingly ready to break through the black mist and burst out at any moment.
Akira was attracted by the light in the black mist,
curiously exploring.
"Sounds very appealing."
"Ugh!"
Mei Mei looked up.
The budding white rose seemed to possess the fleeting beauty of an epiphyllum.
Its petals were already subtly unfurling.
Akira continued with a smile. "However, I don't like those old-fashioned relics."
"Before long, I'll be able to establish my own faction."
"Perhaps the Jujutsu Association, Public Safety, and the Hero Association will all merge into it."
"I believe in you, Little brother Akira."
"Next, please, Little brother Akira, train Big Sister well."
Mei Mei was open and generous, without the slightest shyness of an ordinary woman.
Her actions were even more decisive.
No sooner had she spoken,
Akira had already activated training mode.
"Big Sister, then you better be ready. Today, we'll focus on training your speed—"
"and reaction."
In the seemingly weightless environment, Mei Mei's long hair floated, like a blooming rose.
Public Safety.
In the office,
Makima looked at Akira's data on the table.
A smile curled her lips.
Her soft and delicate face was reflected in the floor-to-ceiling window,
making the worship in the Spider Devil's eyes intensify.
"We don't need to interfere with this matter."
"Oh, and arrange a relatively easy area for Himeno and Angel."
"Let them naturally build a good relationship with Akira."
"Yes, Makima-sama."
After Spider Devil Princi left the office, Makima muttered, "The pattern is finally about to be broken."
Hero Association.
"You've already asked me several times. Get out, get out—I need to rest."
Psychokinesis enveloped the logistics staff and threw him out of the room.
The door slammed shut with a bang.
And on the logistics staff's report, in the column for Tornado's assessment of Akira's strength,
a large 'S' was written at the top.