Unlimited Ambition

Then I pinned her down: "Fine! Since you're so eager to die, I'll grant your wish! I can't guarantee anything from now on! Be prepared!!!"

Then, with my younger sister's excited shouts, the real night began...

Chapter Thirty: After the Storm

While the prevailing opinion is that girls have the upper hand in sexual activity, as the saying goes, "There's no such thing as a worse place than a cow that dies from exhaustion." Of course, this depends on the specific circumstances.

After my battles with Chunri and my younger sister, the east was already turning a pale white. The two girls, exhausted from my first experience with lovemaking, were now fast asleep, nestled together. They probably wouldn't be up until noon.

I'll have a smoke, though. Smoking after aerobic exercise is extremely unhealthy. But I'm a god now, after all. My strength has recovered to more than half of my peak. A little nicotine won't bother me.

So I'll leave for a bit, go outside for a smoke. Then I'll have Sakuya cook them some porridge or something, and I'll personally deliver it to them to offer my condolences. It's a perfect plan! They'll definitely be moved to tears, and their affection for me will skyrocket. Mmm...mmm...mmm.

I stood up and got dressed, then looked out the window. Ugh, those are really thick, dark clouds. I hope things don't get any worse.

"Then I'll go find Sakuya." After stubbing out my cigarette in the ashtray in the smoking room, I went outside, thinking back to Sakuya's room... it should be in this direction (by the way, how did you know this?).

However, it's six o'clock in the morning. A typical, perfectly poised and elegant maid should already be up and cleaning. The chances of her staying here to continue sleeping are not very high.

But there's still a chance, isn't there? And if I'm a little more shameless and just walk in without knocking, maybe I'll see a cute, sleeping maid with a begonia-like expression. Seeing the usually perfectly elegant and dashing maid disheveled, rubbing her eyes and yawning, would create a striking contrast. I really want to see it…

So, I knocked on the door really hard, making sure that Sakuya would wake up if she was still sleeping, and then I pushed the door open and went in. A teak door can't stop a god!

Huh? The door wasn't locked?

I went inside and saw that the mattresses were neatly folded, but there wasn't a soul in sight.

What? They're already up? I was so excited for so long… I rolled my eyes, instantly feeling rather dejected. I turned to leave—but then realized Sakuya was already standing behind me. I was nearly scared to death.

"You're so scary, Sakuya," I complained. Just then, a thunderclap boomed outside the window. It sounded like it exploded right next to my ear, terrifyingly loud.

"Is that so...? Then I'm sorry." Sakuya bowed to me as an apology, but her facial expression showed no sign of remorse. She then asked, "So, may I ask what brings you to my room?"

As Sakuya's voice faded, another clap of thunder sounded, followed by a patter of raindrops hitting the windowpane.

It's raining.

"I do have something to ask you—" After saying this, I waved my hand, and the Heaven-Slaying Demon Sword instantly appeared in the void, slashing towards Sakuya's slender neck with the force of ice, lightning, and ghostly fire—

Sakuya, however, seemed to reflexively draw a knife of unknown material, blocking my attack with perfect precision.

"Have you gotten weaker?" Sakuya's lips curled up, revealing a mocking smile.

"Perhaps," I chuckled, not taking it seriously at all.

Only then did Sakuya feel a chill on her neck; a slender, crescent-shaped throwing knife was already pressed against the other side of her neck.

"When was it...?"

"Just now."

Sakuya snorted coldly, and instantly, the whole world turned into a murky yellow, like an old photograph that had been left out for too long.

"Want to fight again?" I rolled my eyes, then slashed with my longsword, knocking the kitchen knife from Sakuya's hand. At the same time, Sakuya dodged the attack of the throwing knives I was controlling, and after retreating to a certain distance, she raised both hands, sending several more throwing knives flying towards her.

"Cheap." I scoffed, resting the Heaven-Slaying Sword in my right hand, tip pointing backward. Then, with a flick of both hands, the same number of crescent-shaped throwing knives were sent spinning. Mid-air, they hooked onto the dinner knife Sakuya had thrown, tossing it aside. Then, at a slightly different angle—they all flew towards Sakuya!

"How could this be?!" Sakuya was stunned. Her knife faltered a beat, and after several swings that knocked away a few crescent-shaped throwing knives, she was too late to defend herself. Just as the last knife was about to sever her throat, Sakuya was prepared to close her eyes. But then she saw the crescent-shaped knife spin around and fly back. I caught it and it disappeared.

“…You.” Sakuya, though still shaken, knew I had spared her life. A subtle surge of pride welled up within her as she struggled to know what to do—she drew two more throwing knives and glared at me with a hostile expression.

"Alright, alright, enough of this nonsense." I clapped my hands, and then the space that Sakuya had created shattered again, and the flow of time returned to normal.

"Hmph..." Sakuya snorted coldly, then put away her knife and didn't leave, just staring at me coldly.

"I'm sorry. But you weren't hurt, were you? So please forgive my little mistake. How about that?" I said, turning around and sitting on Sakuya's bed.

Sakuya frowned, then closed the door and approached me.

"You recognized me, didn't you? How heartless of you. You didn't even say hello." I complained loudly, "Even if you were forced, I was your master for a while. What kind of maid would be so rude as to ignore her master?"

“My master has only ever been you, Miss… Our contractual relationship has ended. Now we are just complete strangers,” Sakuya replied.

"How heartless," I complained. Then I collapsed onto her bed, grabbed the pillow Sakuya had used, and covered my face with it.

Sakuya frowned slightly: "Should we stab him now?"

"Speaking of which, the young lady you mentioned, is she the blue-haired girl I met the other day, the one I made cry, right?" I asked.

Sakuya hummed in agreement, then subtly sheathed her knife, thinking to herself, "Never mind, someone as cunning as him wouldn't give himself away so obviously. He was definitely doing it on purpose. He grabbed my wrist the instant I made a move, then knocked me down and did this and that to me..."

Sakuya thought to herself, her face involuntarily turning bright red. Hearing my words, her wrist trembled, almost stabbing herself.

"Yes."

"What's wrong? Your voice sounds a little different... Is it because you mentioned that young lady?" I said.

The rain outside the window is getting heavier and heavier...

Sakuya didn't say anything more, and instead tried to get me out of her room as quickly as possible.

"Oh, I see. Then go back and tell her I'm very grateful to her. If it weren't for the two of you passing by, I might really be dead." I said this without showing any intention of leaving.

“Is that so?” Sakuya hesitated for a moment, then said, “To be honest, I don’t want you to see the young lady again.”

"Oh? Why?" I asked.

Sakuya didn't speak. Even though I couldn't see her face, I knew she wasn't being very respectful. Seriously, who would be interested in a little girl like that? I'm not a lolicon (who are you kidding?!).

“However, the young lady seems quite persistent about you,” Sakuya continued.

"The first time she met you doesn't count; she should have fainted then. But the second time—I remember I was just a cat back then, right?" I asked—then suddenly threw the pillow aside, sat up, and shouted, "Is your young lady a pervert?!"

"You're the pervert!" Sakuya yelled back without backing down, then grabbed a pillow and threw it at me.

Eh?

For a moment, Sakuya and I were both stunned. We never expected that this girl, who was usually so carefree and easygoing, would have such a sentimental side.

"Pfft... Ahahahahaha... Sakuya, you... are actually... really hilarious..." I burst out laughing, and then Sakuya grabbed my neck and pulled me onto the bed.

"Forget what just happened! Quickly, immediately—or I'll kill you!!"

"Okay, okay..." I laughed while coughing, then patted Sakuya's back: "Can you get off me first..."

Sakuya paused for a moment, then cried out "Ah!" and pulled out a dagger to stab herself—"Then I'll die—just kidding—how could I die—I won't die even if you die."

So it was my turn to stab Sakuya. I guess it was revenge. Who told her to treat me like that?

An hour and a half later, Sakuya, having straightened her maid outfit, remained calm and expressionless, as if nothing had happened. Similarly, I sat upright, eyes fixed straight ahead, dressed like a gentleman.

Of course, the aforementioned events did not occur.

I mean, nothing that was expected to happen happened.

You should be able to understand it, right?

"The young lady's obsession with you... well, how should I put it... it's probably because you left a very deep impression on her when we first met. You were like a kitten that was rescued and was about to die, yet you turned around and bit your benefactor. Are you a demon? No, even if you were a demon, you wouldn't act like this."

Hearing Sakuya say that, I blushed a little, which was rare for me: "Because I was very hungry at the time, so I lost my mind a little... It's just a little blood. What's the big deal?"

"What do you know! The young lady's blood is extremely precious! Letting you enjoy even a drop is already a great favor—and you, you actually..." Sakuya was so angry she couldn't speak. She looked at me, clearly very angry.

"Okay, okay... I can just give it back to her next time. It's such a hassle." I casually brushed it off.

"—Absolutely not!" Sakuya unexpectedly said such a thing.

"Huh?" I was a little confused. "Why?"

"How could we allow scum like you to get close to the young lady?! Protecting the mistress's chastity is one of the duties of a maid!"

"I've already said I'm not a lolicon," I explained weakly. "Besides, your young lady doesn't seem to have a good impression of me either, she's practically at the level of an ungrateful little animal."

“That’s true… but…” Sakuya trailed off, as if saying something like “The young lady will definitely fall for you” was a form of defeat.

"This seems to be the third time I've explained this... Never mind, I don't want to say anything. Could you cook some porridge, Sakuya? Let me know when it's ready."

Finally, I remembered why I came here to find Sakuya in the first place...

Chapter Thirty-One: Stranded on a Deserted Island

After that, Sakuya obediently went to cook porridge for me. And for some reason, she deliberately added red beans. Red bean porridge, huh? I had absolutely no idea what that meant—really.

However, Sakuya cooked the porridge and brought it to me, then blew on it to cool it down before trying to feed it to me—but I snatched it away and turned to leave.

Sakuya was completely bewildered and followed behind me—what followed was an almost sickeningly sweet scene. I blew on the porridge to cool it down before handing it to Haruhi, who then gave it to her younger sister. The two girls' shy yet delighted expressions made Sakuya want to grab a knife and stab someone.

After that, Haruhi and I made a promise—we would start dating, and then get married after she graduated from high school. University didn't matter; I could support her—but there was one condition: she had to live with my sister. Otherwise, she'd throw caution to the wind, accuse me of rape, and get the police to put me in jail.

That's somewhat good news. As long as you don't become a scumbag who starts relationships and then abandons them, you can basically maintain a life of having women on both sides for the rest of your life. It's certainly very tempting...

So you could make your smile a little brighter, Ah-Xu—or Light Baldwin—or Cao Mengde—whatever. If you're still agonizing over the name, you've already lost.

I don't even care about myself anymore.

In reality, besides life itself, there's not much else I care about. Because it's all meaningless.

"Ah..." I sighed wistfully as I played mahjong.

"Kyū, what's that sound? Complaining won't do you any good, you have to pay, pay, pay." Haruhi patted my shoulder with a big smile.

"Whatever." I counted out all the chips representing the amount of money and handed them to Chunri.

Because of the torrential rain outside, going out to play in the water is basically impossible. Moreover, going out to sea in this kind of weather is practically suicidal.

In other words, we're trapped here.

Tsk, thank goodness the weather forecast confidently predicted good weather tomorrow. Did this typhoon just fall from the sky? There's a limit to making baseless claims.

...Could it be that you did this in spring?

Besides, perhaps because of the typhoon, we are now completely cut off from the outside world. Cell phone signal is zero, we can't access the internet, and phone calls go unanswered…

That's a little unsettling.

"Hahaha, I'm rich!" Haruhi laughed like a fool. There was absolutely nothing wrong with it, which only confused me more and increased my doubts.

This woman's luck is truly incredible. She'd only just learned to play mahjong, and hadn't even really grasped the rules, yet she'd won big several times in a row. Is this one of the abilities of a host possessing dimensional power?

Thinking of this, and for the sake of spring's life, I suggested playing something else—of course, absolutely not because I was angry about losing.

"Billiards? I've never played before. But it shouldn't be too difficult," Kasuga said, tapping the pool table with her cue.

"Is that so? Then let's have a match. How about snooker?" I smirked, thinking to myself that this isn't something you can just win by luck. Let me teach you a lesson.