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"Hu…"

Mai Sakurajima lay on the pillow, panting heavily.

Her misty gaze landed on Rei Ao, who was casually holding her phone.

"Rei Ao-kun, you're going too far!"

Rei Ao just chuckled. "A little sprint every now and then is good for the heart."

"But could you at least check the time? I was on a call!" Mai retorted in exasperation.

"Heh, it's over now anyway."

Rei Ao handed the phone back to her.

Rather than dwelling on it, he added with a smirk, "You should focus on this instead."

Mai saw that he had already sent the address to her mother. Her expression immediately grew complicated.

"Rei Ao, be honest with me—have you met my mom before?"

"Why do you ask?"

Rei Ao raised an eyebrow, puzzled.

"Because it feels like you're unusually invested in my mother. Given your track record with women like Yuriko Takagi, Kuroko Shinguuji, and Sonoko Machida, I have every reason to suspect ulterior motives."

"…"

Rei Ao stayed silent for a moment before asking, "Is your mom very beautiful?"

Mai froze, then growled, "You scoundrel!"

Whap!

A pillow—still soaked with traces of Mai's earlier ordeal—hit Rei Ao square in the face.

…

By midday, a cool breeze tempered the warm weather.

In Rei Ao's home, however, the atmosphere was tense.

Mai's mother, dressed sharply in a business suit, sat at the dining table across from Rei Ao, her gaze scrutinizing him intently.

When he had opened the door for her earlier, her eyes had lit up.

Rei Ao exuded an exceptional aura. His well-proportioned figure and striking features made him impossible to ignore.

The moment her gaze met his otherworldly, iridescent blue eyes, she felt her heart skip a beat.

The longer she looked, the more satisfied she became.

With looks that could captivate girls and women of all ages, combined with his undeniable charisma, this young man could achieve greater fame than her daughter!

While Mai's mother assessed Rei Ao, he did the same to her.

Meeting her up close, he was genuinely taken aback.

His faint recollection of her from Mai's stories sharpened into a clearer impression.

Rei Ao couldn't help but marvel silently: "No wonder anime moms are always portrayed as stunningly gorgeous. It's absurd, really."

Finally, as Tohru brought out the last dish and the four of them sat down at the table, the tension in the room reached its peak.

Tohru, having pieced together the situation, wisely chose to stay silent, busying herself with food.

Beneath the table, Mai's hand was tightly clasped around Rei Ao's, betraying her nerves.

She was steeling herself for the inevitable confrontation with her mother's opposition.

But just as she braced herself for battle, Mrs. Sakurajima spoke.

"I agree to your relationship."

"…"

The room froze in silence.

Mai blinked, her mouth falling open. "Huh?"

She had been ready to unleash every argument, every countermeasure—even to reveal her powers as a last resort if necessary.

But her mother's calm declaration of approval completely threw her off balance.

"You… agree?" Mai asked again, her voice tinged with disbelief.

Mrs. Sakurajima calmly took a bite of food, chewing slowly before placing her chopsticks down.

She crossed her arms, her full figure subtly emphasized, and smiled warmly.

"Yes, I agree to your relationship."

At that moment, she seemed every bit the understanding, supportive mother.

Mai almost felt touched.

But Rei Ao's composed expression never wavered.

He didn't buy it for a second.

"Mrs. Sakurajima," he said evenly, "why don't you just lay out your conditions? I'm curious to hear them."

"Conditions?"

Mai blinked, still too naive to suspect her mother's motives.

A flicker of something dark crossed Mrs. Sakurajima's eyes, though her expression remained calm.

"The conditions are simple. In fact, they're mutually beneficial," she said, her smile widening.

"I want to turn you both into superstars!"

Her ambition was laid bare.

"With Mai's fame and your natural charisma, Rei Ao—and with my expertise—we could create the most dazzling celebrities this world has ever seen!"

In her mind, she already envisioned rivers of money flowing into her pockets.

"Mom…"

Mai's initial hope crumbled into bitter disappointment. Her mother hadn't changed at all.

Rei Ao, however, cut straight through her delusions.

"Sorry, Mrs. Sakurajima, but I have no interest in becoming a celebrity."

"What?"

Mrs. Sakurajima stared at him in disbelief.

She leaned forward, trying to entice him. "I'm not joking. You should know the opportunities this could bring. Mai's career as a star is my creation, and I can see that you have the potential to surpass even her. Your future could be magnificent!"

Rei Ao shook his head calmly.

"That's not the life I want."

Unfortunately, the allure she offered was worth less to Rei Ao than a fleeting indulgence.

With an unwaveringly calm expression, Rei Ao repeated, "I'm not interested."

"..."

Mrs. Sakurajima faltered.

Even after highlighting Mai's star potential—nurtured under her guidance—she couldn't convince him.

Why?

He had the talent to become a top celebrity, the opportunity to marry her already-famous daughter, and the promise of endless wealth. Yet he was refusing?

Her expression darkened.

Finally, she let out a cold snort.

"If that's how it is, then you two should break up. You're not suited for each other."

"That's not happening!"

Mai slammed the table and glared at her mother.

"What gives you the right to tell us to break up?"

"Hah?"

Mrs. Sakurajima sneered.

"First, I'm your mother. Second, you two aren't suited for each other."

"No, I'm being polite," she continued, directing a sharp gaze at Rei Ao.

"A man like him—who lacks ambition—doesn't deserve to be with you, Mai."

"Your future is destined for greatness, for the upper echelons of society. He, on the other hand, is utterly unworthy."

With that, she produced a prepared bank card, placing it before Rei Ao.

"There's a million yen on this card. Take it, and leave my daughter."

"You—!"

Mai trembled with fury.

To put a price on their relationship—how dare she?

"Mai, calm down."

Rei Ao gently pulled her into his lap, letting her sit as he faced her mother's fiery glare.

He lightly pushed the card back toward her and replied evenly, "Money holds no value for me. I have more than enough of my own."

"Hm? You?"

Mrs. Sakurajima raised an eyebrow skeptically. "Are you some wealthy heir or young master?"

"No," Rei Ao said calmly. "I just happen to have money. Tens of millions, to be exact—not that it matters to me."

His words left her shocked, though she clearly doubted him.

Rei Ao continued, unfazed, "You have three minutes to present a condition—besides money—that might interest me. Otherwise, I'll make it clear that Mai belongs to me, and there's nothing you can do to separate us."

"W-what?"

Mrs. Sakurajima leaned back slightly, crossing her legs elegantly as she scrutinized him.

She wanted to see how he would back up such bold claims.

Silence fell over the room.

Time ticked by, and three minutes passed swiftly.

Rei Ao sighed. "It seems you're determined to deny the obvious, Mrs. Sakurajima. I'll just have to be more direct."

"W-what are you talking about?"

Mai gasped as Rei Ao suddenly scooped her up into his arms.

"Tohru," he called casually, "keep an eye on her. Make sure she doesn't interfere."

"You got it!" Tohru responded cheerfully.

"What is this? What are you doing?"

Mrs. Sakurajima's confusion turned to alarm.

Rei Ao gave her a sly grin. "I'm going to prove to you that Mai and I are inseparable—bound together in every possible way."

With that, he carried Mai toward the bedroom, not even bothering to close the door.

At first, Mrs. Sakurajima was too stunned to process what was happening.

But as the unmistakable sounds began to emanate from the room, her expression twisted in rage and horror.

"You dare?!"

She shot to her feet, ready to charge into the room.

"Rei Ao said you're not allowed to move," Tohru declared, stepping forward to block her path.

"!"

Tohru's cold, predatory gaze froze her in place.

It wasn't just her tone—it was the aura.

Mrs. Sakurajima felt as though a terrifying beast was watching her every move.

Her legs gave out, and she collapsed back into the chair, trembling.

This maid... something is seriously wrong with her!

Her heart pounded as she shakily reached for her phone, intending to call the police.

Not only was she effectively being held hostage, but her daughter was...

However, before her fingers could even dial, the phone slipped from her grasp—almost as if it had a mind of its own—and landed neatly in Tohru's hand.

Holding the phone with a faint smirk, Tohru said calmly, "Rei Ao told me to make sure you don't do anything foolish. So sit here quietly and listen."

Tohru glanced at the untouched dishes on the table and grumbled, "All that effort for nothing."

"Che…"

A sudden noise caught her attention. She frowned and looked over.

It wasn't Mai—it was Mrs. Sakurajima.

She cleared her throat awkwardly, squirming uncomfortably in her chair.

"..."

Well, maybe it wasn't all wasted after all.

Though Mai had strictly forbidden Tohru from cooking with her tail meat again, Tohru didn't follow orders from Mai—only from Rei Ao.

Since Rei Ao hadn't explicitly forbidden it, she had secretly added some of her tail meat to the dishes.

Her intention was simple: to entice Rei Ao to finally "make his move" on her, instead of always being distracted by others like Yui.

But as fate would have it, Rei Ao and Mai didn't eat a single bite before going off to their "meeting."

The only one who had sampled the food… was Mrs. Sakurajima.

Unbeknownst to her, the tail meat's potent effects were beginning to take hold.

"Should be fine, right?"

Tohru scratched her head, ultimately deciding not to intervene.

This could be an interesting chance to observe human reactions, she thought.

…

Mrs. Sakurajima had no idea what was happening to her.

What's wrong with me?

Her face flushed as her thoughts spiraled uncontrollably.

The faint sounds from the other room only exacerbated her restlessness, filling her mind with indecent images.

"I… am I some kind of pervert?"

She gritted her teeth, overwhelmed by the increasingly indecent thoughts flooding her mind.

"Damn it!"

No matter how much she fought it, her composure unraveled completely.

…

Elsewhere, deep in a quiet forest…

The aftermath of Tohru's descent left crushed trees and scorched earth behind.

Suddenly, a brilliant white light shimmered into existence.

At the center of this radiance, a shape began to form—a sword.

It was identical to the God Sword that had once wounded Tohru, a blade absorbed by Rei Ao.

However, this was not that same sword.

When the God Sword's connection to divine faith was severed, its residual energy had dispersed into the area, combining with the lingering will left in the forest.

Now, a new sword was born.

"Mommy?"

A faint, childlike whisper echoed through the air.

The sword hovered, its blade gleaming as it rotated in place.

Clang!

With a sharp hum, the sword turned, pointing in a specific direction.

Then, with blinding speed, it flew off.

…

Back in the city, Kobayashi was trudging home after another grueling day.

"Ugh, so tired…"

Her voice carried the weariness of a beaten-down office worker.

Her body ached as she dragged herself into her apartment, muttering bitterly.

After pulling another all-nighter to fix some project, her boss had this morning casually dismissed her work with, "Let's just use the original version instead."

"…Figures."

At this point, Kobayashi didn't even feel angry—just numb.

She dropped her bag, collapsed onto her bed fully clothed, and let out a long sigh.

"Finally… sleep."

As she drifted off, her breathing slowed, becoming deep and steady.

But her peace didn't last long.

Suddenly, a bright light streaked across the night sky, heading straight for her apartment.

CRASH!

The window shattered as the light slammed through it.

The sound startled Kobayashi awake. She shot up, adrenaline wiping away her fatigue.

"Wh-what was that?!"

She backed away from the bed, staring in shock at the shattered window.

"Mommy!"

A hauntingly childlike voice echoed behind her.

"AHHHH!"

Kobayashi spun around to see a floating sword hovering in mid-air.

"The… the sword's talking?!"

Her first instinct was to run, but before she could move, the sword zipped forward, blocking her path.

"Mommy!"

The voice repeated, more insistent this time.

Kobayashi froze in fear.

Her eyes widened as the blade pointed directly at her, gleaming ominously.

In one swift motion, it shot forward, aiming straight for her forehead.

"No! NO!"

She screamed, unable to dodge as the blade closed in.

In that moment, she could only stare helplessly, awaiting the inevitable…

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