Female Supremacy Integrated Anime: I Only See You All As Friends

"Those guys are all losers who've never touched a man in their lives."

"But... I'm different. I've personally felt one, and I even have a chance to take it further."

"No, rather, I must take it further."

She considered herself a "successful person" now—she had a job, a daughter, and even a "wife."

Michiyo also bought plenty of alcohol on the way. Something big was definitely going to happen tonight.

Dry kindling, pushed to the extreme of sexual repression, met with alcohol and flame, and immediately burst into roaring fire.

Chapter 16: The Inescapable Vortex of Desire, The Exposed True Nature

Although Hitori was always very shy, Luo Zhen's attitude was extremely firm, so they walked all the way home holding hands.

At first she resisted, but gradually she got used to it.

She even wore a silly grin, carefully savoring the feeling of Luo Zhen's hand with her fingers.

Soft and warm. Hitori wished time would slow down so she could enjoy it longer.

When they got home, they were unexpectedly greeted with a piece of good news.

Michiyo had closed a huge deal, made a lot of money, and would even get a promotion afterward.

"I've completely figured out how to get things done. All that cowering before was completely unnecessary."

"Confidence—just show the right momentum, and a lot of things change."

Michiyo smiled. In Luo Zhen's eyes, she had become very confident, to the point of being a little hard to read.

Dinner was delicious. Hitori chuckled happily, looking overjoyed.

But Luo Zhen could always feel Michiyo's strange gaze on him.

She wanted to devour him alive, like a wolf, full of aggression.

Luo Zhen hid his gaze, lowering his head to eat in silence. Michiyo licked her lips and drank the wine in her glass.

"The world is so wonderful. Everything is getting better."

"Haha, Mom can make big money, and I joined a band."

"As long as I work hard, even I can become strong."

"I'm going to marry Little Zhen, and we'll be together forever."

Hitori was full of hope for the future, but she completely failed to notice the hint of guilt in her mother's eyes.

Her mood was wonderful. After eating and drinking her fill, she went to take a bath. Futari turned on the TV and started watching cartoons.

Luo Zhen cleaned up the leftovers and washed the dishes in the kitchen.

Since it was takeout, there wasn't much to wash, and he finished quickly.

Just then, Michiyo came up behind him. She set her beer aside and began stroking Luo Zhen's hair.

"Michiyo, this isn't right. You'd better stop now. I can get angry too."

Luo Zhen said. He had finished his work and washed his hands, ready to go home.

But Michiyo had no intention of letting him go. She pulled him into her embrace, her full breasts pressing against his back.

Her hands slid naturally into Luo Zhen's pants.

She completely ignored his words and acted on her own. Luo Zhen frowned, about to scold her.

But Michiyo covered his mouth. The strong smell of alcohol on her breath made Luo Zhen's head spin.

Her tongue tangled tightly with his, leaving him only able to let out faint "mm" sounds.

Her hands moved one forward, one back, directly forming the stance of a two-handed sword grip.

She held still like that, quietly feeling Luo Zhen's vitality.

With his heartbeat, Luo Zhen smoothly entered a state of emergency. His slight struggles seemed utterly powerless.

With his vital point seized, it was like a Saiyan grabbed by the tail.

Without specialized training, that was a weak spot.

Michiyo held her head high. Her tongue's movements grew increasingly rough. Luo Zhen lightly bit her lip, and only then did she finally pull back.

"Are you sure you want to scream? If you do, everything will fall apart."

Michiyo whispered softly.

"Admit it. You want it too."

Her voice was like the demon's whisper from hell. Luo Zhen's heartbeat switched frequencies again.

In the end, Luo Zhen let out a sigh...

She was right. He wanted it a little too.

Desire didn't just control Michiyo. Luo Zhen was also dragged into the vortex, entangled.

Especially now, with his weak point seized, he could no longer stay calm.

Perhaps, from the very beginning, he had never been able to return to normal.

What exactly was Physique Enhancement? It heightened his allure, drove women mad for him, made him more easily controlled by desire, and even... made that part of him far more formidable.

Michiyo merely reached out to grasp the sword, yet the blade displayed unparalleled sharpness.

"Move yourself."

She commanded Luo Zhen, confidence radiating from every inch of her being.

This Little Vixen—all he had to do was reach out, grab hold, and be a little forceful.

That was how it went in all those lewd novels; with a bit of reluctance, things would naturally fall into place.

Luo Zhen braced his hands on the sink and moved a few times, casually.

"So obedient. I'll reward you for that."

She kissed him again, then shoved and thrust against Luo Zhen's body.

Like riding a train, shoved into a corner by the crowd, his body had no choice but to bear the force, forced to rock back and forth.

"Brother Little Zhen, you've been washing dishes forever. Come play with me."

Futari's voice was soft and sweet, inviting Luo Zhen.

Michiyo temporarily released Luo Zhen, but her hands inside his pants shifted to a different mode of action.

Luo Zhen's legs went weak, his voice trembling.

"Futari, have you finished your homework? I'll play with you another time. Be good, go back to your room and do your work."

Luo Zhen suppressed the excitement surging within him, forcing a normal tone.

"Michiyo and I are cleaning the kitchen together. Everyone's busy, so don't watch too much TV."

Luo Zhen let out a long sigh, his eyes growing dazed.

Just as he was about to lose control and let out a subtle sound, Michiyo timely covered his mouth.

"Hmm~"

The faint noise was a bit strange, but Futari didn't notice a thing.

Luo Zhen rose onto his tiptoes, his toes curling against the floor, his pupils starting to roll back.

"Alright, but next time you have to play with me for sure. There's a level I can't get past—you have to help me."

Futari said, turning and heading back to her room.

"The way your whole body reacted while talking to Futari just now was adorable."

Michiyo turned on the faucet to wash her hands, looking down at Luo Zhen, who had slumped to the floor.

"Now, it's my turn."

Michiyo said, lifting her skirt up.

"Don't worry, I showered the moment I got home. I've been ready for a while, just waiting for you."

The hem of her skirt covered Luo Zhen's head, and her hand pressed down on his head through the thin fabric.

Soon, sounds like someone eating ice cream began to echo.

"Little Zhen, you bastard..."

A strange flush crept across Michiyo's face, her smile growing more delighted.

Usually so proper, always putting on a pure front, but once desire took hold, he turned into a beast right away.

Or rather, the little details in everyday life already hinted at Luo Zhen's subtle lecherous side.

"I get it now. So this is what they call... a secret pervert?"

She grabbed a nearby beer and took a drink, the alcohol sliding down her throat, a sheen of sweat forming on her forehead.

"Good job, Little Zhen. Keep going."

Michiyo's voice was slightly breathless, her shoulders trembling involuntarily.

The beer in her hand nearly slipped, but she steadied herself against the marble countertop.

Chapter Seventeen: The Not-So-Strong Michiyo

"Ah..."

A long, drawn-out sigh echoed through the Goto Family kitchen.

Seeing the figure emerge from the bathroom, Michiyo immediately turned on the faucet, letting the water gush out.

The sound of running water drowned out the subtle noises of eating ice cream.

Luo Zhen was nowhere to be seen, but under Michiyo's long nightgown, a large bulge was visible, moving slightly.

A strange scent hung in the air, and a wet "rag" lay on the floor.

Luo Zhen must have dropped it carelessly while cleaning up—even someone so meticulous could be absentminded sometimes.

Hitori walked over slowly, not seeing Luo Zhen or Futari in the living room.

"Little Zhen has already gone back. For tomorrow's bento, we'll just make do with the leftover food."

Michiyo casually laid out the next day's plans, a faint, elusive smile tugging at the corners of her lips.

Hitori found it a bit odd—the slight tremor in her mother's voice as she spoke, or the strange flush on her face.

Was it too hot? There was plenty of sweat on her forehead.

And why was she smiling the whole time?

The faucet didn't matter; water gushed noisily. Michiyo reached out and pressed it firmly, signaling for it to continue, not to stop.

Hitori was a musician, keenly sensitive to sound, but she paid no mind to those slightly strange, faint noises.

That was normal. In daily life, odd sounds did pop up, but who would think of them in a lewd context? Probably not many people.

After all, there was no sign of anything between Michiyo and Luo Zhen. Hitori hadn't found a single suspicious point.

"Mom, do you think I'll become a music superstar someday?"

Hitori asked her mother, a hint of anticipation creeping into her eyes.

It was a rare mother-daughter chat. Hitori was finally speaking her mind.

"I want to marry Little Zhen. In the future, I'll have the most amazing wedding with him and make him happy."

Those words made Michiyo frown.

The interaction between them stopped. Desire seemed to be sealed off in an instant.

Sincerity, true love—things like that could always crush certain bad things in a flash.

But Michiyo didn't want to stop just like that.

She stretched out her foot, lightly touched a certain spot, and stepped right on it.