In the chat group, messages popped up one after another.
Suzuki: "@Nanashi, ding ding! This is currently the strongest fighter in our chat group!"
Esdeath: "Oh? @Nanashi, are you strong?"
Nanashi: "Not particularly. But defeating you wouldn't be a problem."
Esdeath: "That's an interesting claim. Would you like to put it to the test?"
Nanashi: "You wouldn't understand. I can't enter your world, and you can't enter mine—unless one of our worlds experiences an apocalypse."
Esdeath: "Apocalypse? Do you mean [Abnormal Doomsday (4-star)]?"
Lemuel: "Another abnormal doomsday…"
Nami: "Just like in my world… I hope there won't be any 'reborn' people there as well."
Esdeath: "Reborn? What do you mean?"
Nami: "Someone who dies in the future and is reborn in the present. I've encountered one before—Nanashi defeated him."
Esdeath: "Interesting."
Esdeath was absorbing new knowledge at an alarming rate, quickly piecing together the concepts being discussed.
Meanwhile, another member of the group, "Little Fox Demon," remained completely silent.
Nanashi had no idea who they were.
After all, there were too many fox demons in existence.
But it didn't matter.
There were more pressing matters to focus on.
After closing the chat group, Nanashi tightened his grip on the petite beauty straddling him, seizing control with a swift, fluid motion. In an instant, he flipped her onto the bed, her soft gasp swallowed by the heat between them. Without hesitation, he drove into her, his hips setting a relentless rhythm that had her arching beneath him, fingers twisting into the sheets.
A cry of pleasure escaped her lips, raw and unrestrained, her body trembling as waves of ecstasy built within her.
"Nanashi! I—I'm coming!" she gasped, her voice trembling with anticipation.
In the middle of the Night
Creak!
The door creaked open.
A small, timid head peeked inside, hesitantly stepping forward in tiptoes, as if trying not to make a sound.
Eriri had assumed her mother was already asleep.
But the moment she entered the living room, she froze—
Sayuri was sitting on the sofa, staring right at her.
"…"
A heavy silence filled the room.
Eriri immediately understood—
Her mother knew everything.
Aaaaaahhhh!!
She screamed internally like a panicked groundhog.
Her face turned a violent shade of red, the heat rushing from her neck to the top of her head. She lowered her gaze, unable to meet her mother's knowing eyes.
"…"
The tension lingered.
Sayuri let out a weary sigh.
"Ah… Eriri has grown up. I won't lecture you. Just come here—I have something to ask you."
"O-okay…"
Eriri shuffled forward in small, hesitant steps, her nervousness painfully obvious.
Sayuri's eyelid twitched at the slow pace.
After what felt like an eternity, Eriri finally settled onto the sofa, sitting stiffly.
She stole a quick glance at Sayuri's expression before immediately looking back down.
Sayuri was exhausted.
She had no intention of scolding Eriri.
More than anything, she was simply curious.
Eriri had been ecstatic lately—almost too happy for words whenever she was around Nanashi.
Sayuri vividly remembered how Eriri used to be in middle school.
She had watched Nanashi's quiet yet unwavering presence transform her daughter.
And Nanashi himself…
He was outstanding.
Handsome, well-built, kind, intelligent—his grades were exceptional, and he was anything but rigid.
By middle school, he was already earning more than an average married couple would in a lifetime.
And now?
Now, he was a powerful superhuman.
Sayuri couldn't help but wonder—
Was her foolish, tsundere daughter really worthy of such an extraordinary young man?
Looking at how flustered Eriri was now…
Sayuri reached out and gently took her daughter's hand.
"Eri, I need to ask you something. You have to answer honestly."
"O-okay…" Eriri nodded quickly, her voice barely above a whisper.
Sayuri took a deep breath.
"Are you and Nanashi… using protection?"
Her voice was calm, but the underlying concern was evident.
After all, they were still sophomores in high school.
It was simply too soon.
Eriri understood immediately—
But she had no idea how to respond!
Because… precaution wasn't even necessary!
Nanashi had superpowers!
But how was she supposed to explain that to her mother?
Would she just assume she was some hopeless fangirl?
"Hmmm? Eriri?"
Sayuri's voice dipped slightly, carrying a tone of subtle intimidation.
Eriri flinched.
Her heart pounded wildly.
"I… I know… I told you, Mom…"
And so, in a voice as soft as a mosquito's whisper, she reluctantly recounted everything—leaving out no details.
After hearing Eriri's explanation, Sayuri sent her to bed before returning to her own room.
Lying on her mattress, she stared blankly at the ceiling.
Her thoughts were a complete mess.
The weight of what Eriri had just told her crashed down like a tidal wave.
Shock.
Disbelief.
Outrage.
Astonishment.
Sayuri was reeling.
Only one thought echoed clearly in her mind—
My Eriri… has completely changed!