Chapter 89: All part of Mira’s plan

Mira thoroughly enjoyed the bewildered look in Ren’s eyes whenever the unbelievable erotic events of Lustbound unfolded in front of him.

It was impossible not to be captivated by that tormented expression questioning "Is this right?" even while he kept moving his hips.

She wanted to see more of Ren’s struggles inside the world of Lustbound.

Such a wonderful source of inspiration.

"..."

Hesitation.

The pen that had been sketching Yuna’s face stopped.

As if entranced, Mira began drawing without any preliminary sketch, the debauched sex scene she had witnessed earlier that day.

The pen danced across the page in fluid strokes.

’Was it like this? That cheerful quiver of the asshole when he pushed in even deeper...’

How exhilarating. She had never felt this kind of joy before.

Had the sex scenes she illustrated always been this captivating?

Still not enough.

Ren’s real perverse sex had been even more astonishing!

The sticky, intense way he moved his waist... even the delicate tremors of a woman’s insides when his cock kissed the womb...

’I’ve got the feeling!’

Ren’s sexual prowess was incredible.

If only she could capture that intimacy perfectly!

Not even a joke could do it justice!

That was the ultimate Lustbound Mira desired, the "Ultimate Perverted Sex"!

She poured out her creative desire while at the peak of arousal. When she finally came back to her senses, her hand only stopped after she had finished smearing Thalassa’s ample breasts with his seed in the drawing.

"As expected... it still doesn’t match the original."

If only she could reproduce the sensations she had felt...

Mira was desperate.

If she could perfectly express the feelings that Ren experienced,

the game would become something that squeezed every player’s balls dry.

"It’s alright. It’s is only the beginning."

The old Mira would have stayed discouraged much longer, but things were different now.

Because Ren was here.

They could grow together.

When the opening of a heroine’s womanhood came into view, inserting the manhood came first, then observation.

Embarking on his journey as the protagonist of a bold and daring erotic game, Ren had found himself right at the center of the action. Fortunately, even without Mira’s intervention, he had no trouble melting into the company of the beautiful heroines.

Although Mira had interfered rather heavily this time, Ren Asahi’s salacious academy life was essentially a well-oiled machine that ran smoothly on its own. His gentle nature sometimes caused friction when the heroines grew arrogant, leading to outbursts of anger and hasty exits.

It had happened more than a few times.

In the end, though, Ren’s irresistible allure and the power of that 999-point cock would always win the heroines over, and they would inevitably realize their own foolishness.

With a sinister little chuckle, Mira reveled in the knowledge that everything was progressing exactly according to plan. There was no need for further meddling.

"Alright... time to finish this masterpiece!"

Instead of intervening further, Mira simply stoked the fires of her creative passion inside the sanctuary of her palace chamber.

*

"Ugh... lunchtime is already over."

Aria stretched the moment we stepped out of the dungeon.

"Elle, let’s hit the showers before afternoon classes start."

"Okay."

Nami had already slipped back into the Fleshlight inventory.

"What about you, Ren?"

"Well..."

[Student Council President]

Come to the dojo.

[Student Council President]

You have ten minutes.

"I have to go. The President’s calling."

"I envy her. Having the authority to summon you whenever she wants."

"What would you do if you had that kind of authority?"

"Well..."

Aria’s soft lips looked like they were asking for another kiss.

I had to restrain myself inside the academy.

"Darling, give me your hand."

"...My hand?"

With a gentle touch, Aria secretly pressed a kiss to my palm.

"Stay strong. No matter what the Student Council President says, don’t let it get to you."

The Fleshlight status that supposedly gave men energy crossed my mind.

So that was what it meant.

It felt different from the morning greetings I got from Yuna.

"Ren..."

"Yes?"

Elle, who had been hesitating, suddenly held something out to me.

[The world’s thinnest 0.01 mm condom] Made of polyurethane with high thermal conductivity and no skin rejection. Transfers body heat directly.

"When you... want to use it... you know what I mean, right?"

"...I know."

This side of her was the perverted body that hungered for a man’s essence.

I loved both of them.

*

The chairman was already waiting at the dojo.

Her silver hair was tied up, and her breasts were still boldly half-exposed, covered only by thin nipple patches. Yet she carried herself with complete confidence, as if she didn’t consider the outfit provocative at all.

"You’re right on time."

"I ran the moment I saw the message."

"Change and come out."

Today there was something new in my locker that hadn’t been there before.

After a brief moment of shock that I no longer found it strange for a Fleshlight to suddenly appear in my daily life, I picked it up.

[An Ordinary Fleshlight]

A commercially sold Fleshlight. [Optimized for an erect penis of about 13 cm, so it’s far too small for me.]

On top of it lay a pink letter.

"To Ren Asahi, the Fleshlight Collector,"

"I’m a fan. I gathered my courage and bought this Fleshlight. Please accept it."

"..."

A fan...?

I appreciated the tribute, but this felt a little...

I changed and stepped out. Liliana looked at me with a strange expression.

"What’s with that face?"

"There was a Fleshlight in my locker."

"Ha!"

...

Liliana. You’re laughing right now, aren’t you?

Trying to hide it by turning your head and covering your face with both hands!

Did the fact that a Fleshlight appeared in my locker really amuse you that much?

"Is it that funny, Madam President?"

I circled around her as she tried to hide her laughter.

"Is it amusing that Hero Fleshlight Man receives fan tribute in the form of a Fleshlight, Madam President?!"

"Pff... hehe..."

"Why don’t you just laugh properly? Receiving a Fleshlight as tribute is perfect for Fleshlight Man, isn’t it?!"

"Chuckle..."

Honestly.

Still, seeing Liliana smile genuinely lifted my mood as well.

"Today I’ll be quite different, Chairman."

"Before that, there’s something I want to confirm."

"Yes?"

"Yesterday... did I say anything strange? Or rather... did I do anything odd?"

"Fleshlight Mae Ann"

The memory surfaced.

I had never imagined Liliana could say something so endearing in such a lovely voice.

Was that all that came to mind?

Liliana pressing her buttocks against me inside the limousine.

My bold declaration that I needed to be managed because I possessed the temperament of a rapacious hero.

I remembered everything.

Liliana almost certainly remembered it too, she hadn’t been drunk enough to black out.

"You had an unpleasant experience because of me. I apologize."

"Huh?"

"Even though I’m your superior, I got drunk and even sexually harassed you... I’m reflecting on it."

"It wasn’t unpleasant."

I answered honestly.

When our bodies touched, there had definitely been mutual affection.

Now that she was apologizing, did she expect me to argue about it?

"Well... in that case, I’m relieved."

’This seems like the right moment to bring up Nami.’

"Chairman, I have something to tell you as well."

"What is it?"

"What happens if we don’t send the villain we captured yesterday to the Correction Headquarters?"

"An investigation will be conducted by the Department of Corrections."

"..."

Nami, I’m sorry.

I can’t keep you even if it means disrupting the peace of our household.

"Anyone who protects a villain or provides them shelter faces life imprisonment or a minimum of eight years."

"Haha."

"Is it a difficult situation for you?"

Liliana looked up at me intently.

"Actually... a little."

"Are you reluctant to return the excreted jelly? That’s understandable."

"...Yes?"

Oh?

From the chairman’s perspective, that interpretation made sense.

"Engaging in intimacy with someone who has no feelings for you... must be painful, right?"

"..."

An unexpected point of view.

I had already happily finished the process of returning the jelly.

My insides felt flushed.

Although it wasn’t Liliana’s intention,

it felt like a harsh whip cracking against the part of me that had recently begun to coexist with vulgarity.

"You wanted flawless execution. I apologize."

"It’s fine. I also have more experience sending villains to hospitals than to the Correction Headquarters."

"..."

That was a chilling remark.

"Instead, the villain’s masterpiece... in Nami’s case, that bikini. All you have to do is retrieve it and send it in."

"Was that the main objective?"

"It must have been enhanced with Demonic River circulating on the black market. Most villain equipment is like that. Recover only that, and if the villain never reappears in society, it will still count as your accomplishment."

"..."

What a truly unforgiving society for villains.

Was I actually allowed to keep Nami?

"It’s strange for me, the head of the Correction Department, to say this, but there are people in the world who simply cannot be rehabilitated."

"Would Nami have been one of them?"

"I don’t know. But even after a full year of reform, I still had the lingering feeling that she would become a villain again."

"Why?"

"It seemed as if she was hoping for someone to chastise her while deliberately driving herself into disastrous situations."

Could that really be true?