Yawn~

Four days later, Kaizen woke up with a massively satisfied smile plastered across his face.

Honestly, why shouldn’t he be absolutely thrilled right now?

He was officially lounging inside Suite S!

This was the legendary, ultra-luxurious penthouse reserved exclusively for the most wealthy, corrupt, and promising students in the academy.

A freaking whole penthouse just for himself.

He was perched on one of the highest floors of the tower.

The view from his window was absolutely splendid.

He could see the entire sprawling fantasy city right from his pillows.

The stark contrast between this elite penthouse and his old, dusty dorm room was absolute night and day.

This magnificent place had its own high-end washing machine and an automated dryer.

It featured a massive, silk-sheeted king-size bed—the absolute perfect battleground where he could ruthlessly bang his future heroines!

It had a gourmet kitchen if he ever felt like cooking.

It had a luxury marble bathroom, premium amenities, and stuff, and stuff!

It was all completely worth the massive pile of cash after all.

A happy, sexually satisfied man naturally performs much better in any degenerate goal he sets his eyes on.

So, right on cue, he quickly sat up in a traditional lotus position on the silk mattress.

Just like he had done for the past four days straight.

Was he going to deeply meditate to gain ancient magical power?

Was he going to maintain a holy silence and stop thinking about how to aggressively bang the heroines and brutally cuck the dense heroes?

Nah, not at all.

That wasn’t our glorious trash young master Kaizen at all.

What he really did was just instantly activate his cheat-tier Ghost Eyes skill.

And right away, a blossoming, blooming, highly predatory smile spread across his lips.

It was time for his morning entertainment.

"Hehe, seems like Hina-chan is taking a lovely morning bath. Man, she is definitely rubbing her private parts a lot more now with each passing day!"

The trash young master chuckled wickedly.

In the past four days, Kaizen hadn’t actually touched a single hair on the girls at all.

He played the absolute peak psychological ghosting game.

Especially with Hina-chan.

On day one and two, she actively avoided him like the plague.

Naturally, he avoided her right back.

But by the third day of this cold war, a hilarious shift occurred.

Hina-chan stopped avoiding him. She was practically lingering in the hallways.

Yet, Kaizen ruthlessly ignored her existence.

That sudden rejection left her completely conflicted.

Her pure-maiden brain was frying.

’Good, good. Become more desperate, my sweet little heroine. Hehehe.’

Kaizen’s Ghost Eyes smoothly panned over to the next target.

"Ha! That lazy bum Aria-chan is just scrolling on her phone while her magical shadow clones are doing all her manual labor again?"

"Hmm, I definitely need to teach her another lesson."

The student council president hadn’t contacted him yet regarding his scandalous business proposal.

But Kaizen wasn’t sad at all.

He knew it was a mathematical certainty that she would crawl to him sooner or later.

Just like with Hina-chan, he had avoided her completely for ninety-six hours straight.

He had even become a temporary model student.

He buttoned his uniform perfectly and followed every single rule.

He didn’t give her a single legal reason to punish him.

By the fourth day, the original Aria was getting intensely desperate for his attention.

But he absolutely refused to give in.

Giving in too early meant losing all his psychological leverage.

If he folded now, she wouldn’t be desperate at all.

He could easily avoid Hina-chan for a while longer.

However, a master manipulator needs to feed his prey some mental breadcrumbs from time to time.

If he ghosted her too hard, she might actually believe he had gotten bored of her.

She might move on and refocus all her pure affection on her vanilla hero, Leo-kun.

Kaizen couldn’t allow that tragic disaster to happen.

She needed a heavy, raunchy reminder of who truly owned her mind.

And it seemed like tonight was the perfect night to drop that reminder.

But on the other hand, Aria-chan was a completely different beast.

She wasn’t an innocent maiden like Hina.

Aria was a deeply repressed, high-voltage slut.

Her inner kinky demon had already tasted the forbidden fruit in that soundproof office.

If she didn’t get her hands on his heavy meat soon, her internal desperation would multiply exponentially with each passing day.

That was the exact reason Kaizen was so overwhelmingly confident that Aria would contact him first.

Her lower plumbing simply wouldn’t allow her to wait.

"Huh, what is that over there?"

Kaizen’s eyes suddenly locked onto a third screen.

"Sera-chan is doing deep squats in her room?! Damn, look at that tight, sweaty body of hers bouncing up and down! The jiggle physics are absolutely outstanding!"

Kaizen casually reached down, grabbed his heavy meat, and gave it a thorough, motivational shake.

"Alright, little brother. It is officially time to architect a master plan. We need a flawless trick to turn her into an absolute sex slave."

"And more importantly, we need to completely copy her magical power for ourselves..."

He finally knew exactly where to extract the raw firepower he needed.

After all, even if he pounded Aria-chan mercilessly in the near future, the prize he would choose to steal from her status menu was definitely that goated shadow clone spell.

There simply wasn’t any other logical option on the table.

But a harsh reality check hit his brain.

That utility power alone wouldn’t negate the massive combat gap between him and the overpowered heroes.

It wouldn’t stop the high-level enemies about to spawn in the upcoming arcs.

He desperately needed raw, destructive, explosive power.

Think about it logically.

What is the actual use of summoning fifty identical clones if every single one of them deals a tragic damage stat of zero, just like the original, weak Kaizen?

It would be completely useless.

A horde of multi-pack peasants.

To gain true, game-breaking physical firepower, he needed to conquer an entirely different woman.

’Sera-chan possesses that highly illegal special ability.’

Kaizen mused, his perverted brain switching to hardcore gamer mode.

’Her skill allows for insane punching power. Even better, it lets her absorb 100% of that dealt damage directly into her own health bar.’

If she clapped an opponent for a brutal 350 damage, she instantly gained a massive 350 HP heal.

Absolute cheat-tier sustainability!

He had witnessed that devastating combat loop first-hand inside the dungeon.

"Yes, I absolutely must steal that power next. But for right now, let’s go poke our favorite little pookie flower straight in her hyper-sensitive heart!"

He reached for his luxury smartphone.

With a devious smirk, he pulled up a highly specific, high-definition picture of something incredibly precious.

Click~

He took a snapshot of the evidence.

He quickly typed out a short, highly toxic caption.

[Text: Oh~ This looks incredibly familiar. Someone left their trash in my office. 🤔💦]

He aggressively hit the send button.

A devious, unhinged grin spread from ear to ear across his face.

"Hehehe, a storm is coming..."

Kaizen chuckled, watching the message register as Read instantly.

"Her lower plumbing is about to get thoroughly dicked down once more."