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

At the same time, her hands worked harder, the motion absolutely not allowed to stop.

"You can do it, you're my daughter, you absolutely can."

"Little Zhen likes you, and you like him—you're a mutual chase."

Michiyo chuckled. So obedient. The interaction had resumed, and it truly stirred her heart.

Face to face, she discussed a beautiful future with Hitori, spoke of dreams that radiated dazzling light.

But where Hitori couldn't see, Michiyo was splashing poisonous liquid at Luo Zhen.

"Mm, I'll keep working hard. Sleep well, Mom."

Hitori nodded, her face red, and returned to her room.

Recalling everything that had happened today, thinking about holding hands with Luo Zhen, Hitori couldn't help herself.

She'd just bathed, but her hand moved beyond her control...

Upstairs, Hitori began to entertain herself, while downstairs, Michiyo's skirt was lifted as she sat on the marble countertop. The cool sensation calmed her slightly.

Her mouth issued a stream of instructions to Luo Zhen, making him perform every meticulous motion.

The youth was utterly immersed in desire, dragged into the vortex with no way to break free.

"You stopped earlier—was it guilt? If you ask me, there's no need."

"Don't worry, everything will be fine. We're just doing some fun things, passing the time together."

"Besides, the Polygamy-Monandry System has been enacted now. Heh, I'm really looking forward to seeing how things develop."

"Keep moving, don't stop. This is great."

Michiyo felt full of hope for the future.

Tomorrow, she'd definitely have more energy to go to work and close many deals.

At this rate, she might even get promoted to company executive or be allocated corresponding shares.

Even if she jumped ship to start her own business, she had the confidence to carve out her own path.

Confidence was just that magical. She realized she was completely different from those pitiful Xiao Chu girls.

They'd never get to touch a man in their whole lives, let alone someone of Luo Zhen's quality.

But her? Right now, she had Luo Zhen doing this kind of activity.

Can you imagine it? Those noble Little Immortal Men—how could they ever stoop to offering oral service to a woman?

"Little Zhen, ha~ you really are different."

"Let's go back to the room."

It was time to take it further. Michiyo was going to break through that barrier!

She was certain that if she pulled it off, she would undergo a transformation.

It seemed like a membrane tearing, but really, it would make her whole.

Truly becoming an "adult," changing from a girl into a woman.

Michiyo's daughter had been created through genetic engineering, even a test-tube baby—she herself was still intact.

A thirty-something "maiden," a "virgin mother."

Unbelievable, right? That such words could be combined. The world was just that absurd.

And people like her were everywhere worldwide.

She dragged the dazed Luo Zhen back to the room. The door was already locked. She pushed him, making the youth lie down peacefully.

The tools she'd bought earlier at the convenience store were already laid out.

Lined up in a row—let's start with five to test the waters.

Look at that, how terrifying a sexually repressed madwoman could be.

Her first time, and she was thinking of going five rounds straight, and that was just testing the waters!

Do you see now why Luo Zhen was afraid of contact with women?

A blade wears down heavily after battle, but the scabbard is very durable.

There are oxen that die from exhaustion, but is there ever a field that breaks?

Could Luo Zhen handle the already frenzied Michiyo? Would he even be able to get out of bed tomorrow?

"Guh, the largest size won't even fit."

Michiyo frowned. That meant the whole pile she'd bought was a complete waste of money—all of it could be thrown away.

"Forget it, no umbrella. I'll just go in the rain."

Michiyo looked down at Luo Zhen from above.

The youth's face was flushed, looking pitiful and ready for slaughter.

The more he put on that weak act, the more excited Michiyo grew inside, the more she wanted to apply pressure to him.

"It'll be too late to turn back. For you. For me."

Luo Zhen said this, the faint shreds of returning reason still trying to mount a final resistance.

"We passed that point long ago. From the very start."

After swallowing a mouthful of saliva, Michiyo made up her mind.

The bed creaked and groaned as Michiyo came to Luo Zhen's side.

At this point, there was nothing left but to push things forward.

Rain soaked the mountain peaks, tremors came one after another, and flying strands of hair scattered like drifting snowflakes.

A faint flash of red streaked past, as if someone had been hit by a bullet on a snowy field, leaving a clear, visible trace.

This was a world where women held supremacy, and actions followed a strict hierarchy.

A world dominated by women—and in bed, women took the lead.

The damp, humid air spread through the room, and Michiyo realized something important.

She wasn't actually strong.

Chapter 18 — Luo Zhen Completely Lets Go, Changed Thoughts

The sisters Hitori and Futari had likely already gone to sleep. Michiyo's door was locked tight, and the soundproofing inside was excellent.

As long as no one shouted too loudly, there wouldn't be any problems at all.

Dim light flickered within the room, and Luo Zhen felt dazed and hazy.

The air was thick with the mingled scent of the two of them—fragrance and sweat now inseparable.

At this moment, he finally realized that he, too, had probably become something "abnormal."

He instinctively wanted to blame all these problems on the Golden Finger.

It must have been the physical enhancement—it had doubled his desires along with his strength.

Michiyo was still moving vigorously, her pupils shifting into pink hearts.

Her snow-white skin was dotted with beads of sweat, and quite a few splashed onto his face.

"Little Zhen, I'll fuck you to death~"

She gritted her teeth as she said it, then opened her mouth and bit down on Luo Zhen's neck.

If he thought about it carefully, the Golden Finger's influence might exist, but in the end, it came down to himself.

Living in this bizarre female-dominated world for over a decade—that was a long time. He had probably been unconsciously influenced by the world as well.

A world where women held all the power, and men could enjoy many privileges.

If he wanted, he could just crook his finger, and plenty of girls would throw themselves into his arms. He could do whatever he pleased.

He had always called those women sex-starved lunatics, but he himself... had also been repressed.

From childhood to now, he had constantly refused desire and kept his distance from others.

He had faced countless temptations and forcibly endured them all.

He had almost become an ascetic, as if he had completely dissolved his inner desires.

He put on a pure front, but he always made small moves, "teasing" those women—it was really playing with fire.

Probably, deep down, he had also been waiting for something to happen.

And now, it had happened.

Following Michiyo's movements, he began to coordinate with her.

The spear-wielding hero was exploring the demon king's lair, entering a deep, dark space. The first thing he faced was one of the demon king's Four Heavenly Kings—the King of Hot Water.

A scalding torrent made the hero's sword flare up violently, Sword Qi gathering at the blade, ready to erupt at any moment.

Then came the Sticky Heavenly King, like slime from a slime. When the hero charged with his sword, it felt slippery; when the hero retreated to dodge an attack, it clung to him, making it hard to move freely.

Working alongside the Sticky Heavenly King was the King of Strength, controlling the cave walls to exert tremendous pressure.

And on the walls themselves was another Heavenly King, making the walls directly "active," constantly shifting with the hero's movements.

All Four Heavenly Kings joined the fray, unleashing their powers in turn.

But the sword-wielding hero handled them easily, soon breaking through to the entrance of the demon king's resting chamber.

Cutting through obstacles all the way, widening the narrow passage—this place was now covered in the hero Luo Zhen's traces.

He had always thought about suppressing his desires, but such things were better released than blocked. After suppressing them for over a decade, he had reached his limit.

The Golden Finger arrived, sharpening his perception of desire, and then Michiyo made a slight move—everything fell into place.

Even without the Golden Finger, when he eventually married Hitori smoothly, there would probably come a day when he and Michiyo would ignite like dry kindwood and get tangled up together.

After figuring all this out, the guilt in his heart faded a little.

Don't overthink it. Don't carry too much psychological burden. Just let things take their course.

"This is too unfair to Hitori."

After that, I'll figure out how to indulge her as much as possible—whatever she wants to do, I'll go along with it.

If she never becomes a big star, or even if her life completely falls apart, Luo Zhen would still marry her, even support her for the rest of her life.

"We're together right now, so why are you bringing up Hitori?"

Michiyo's breath came in ragged gasps; she was in a delicate state.

She had been putting in all her effort, but Luo Zhen's face remained utterly calm.

His gaze drifted, lost in thought, and a mocking smile even tugged at the corner of his lips.

As if he were sneering at her powerlessness.

When you're stoking a fire, you need plenty of kindling—without enough grass, how can you make the flames blaze fiercer?

Impossible. There's no such thing as a ruined field; it's always the ox that gets worked to death!

That was basic physiological common sense, let alone the fact that over the years, men's physical fitness had been steadily declining—one by one, they grew weaker and weaker.

Had she gotten weaker because of the alcohol?

No, it was purely because Luo Zhen was too strong.

"I've just come to terms with myself—turns out my true colors are those of a scumbag, a bad man."

"I was putting on an act of innocence, but in reality, I'm more lecherous than anyone."

Luo Zhen chuckled.

His style was completely different from before—not innocent, not that fiery flavor.

It was an undeniable severity, and in that instant, Michiyo felt as if she were facing an emperor.