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

The Demon King revealed his aura, and Michiyo felt it was best for her to obediently comply.

"Though things will stay the same afterward... you're the first to see my true face."

Luo Zhen reached out and ruffled her hair.

A seemingly beautiful angel was actually a demon.

This truth was laid bare before Michiyo's eyes, yet it only made her more excited.

She alone had seen Luo Zhen's current expression.

Luo Zhen seized the moment and unleashed even greater power.

The Brave charged straight into the deepest chamber of the Demon King's lair, sword in hand—now it was ace against ace.

The battle reached its climax, and a great fight was sure to follow.

But the result was... the Demon King collapsed like a landslide, losing all his power in an instant.

The Four Heavenly Kings rioted again, and the Brave's Sword could no longer hold back, its long-accumulated Sword Qi bursting forth in a flash.

Cold as frosty moonlight, yet carrying astonishing heat and impact.

In an instant, it flooded that small room completely!

Michiyo's toes curled, her legs tensed to the limit, even beginning to tremble.

A sun shower poured down, but Luo Zhen stood firm.

Michiyo collapsed weakly, while Luo Zhen straightened his back.

"This is the fire you lit, so you have to put it out, Michiyo. I'm not done yet."

Luo Zhen said with a smile, though moments ago he had been forced to endure, pushed down by the woman in a seemingly frail state.

But now, the roles of offense and defense had reversed.

"Male Superior Position—Luo Zhen, you're so wild."

In a world of women's supremacy, it was always woman on top, man below.

A man on top? That posture was extremely rare, or rather, it simply never happened.

Those were all Little Immortal Men—lying still was the norm, okay?

Forget oral service to key points, they'd even make a face at kissing.

As for Male Superior Position, it only appeared in lewd works, a ultimate, beautiful fantasy for women.

"Little Zhen~"

Michiyo laughed.

The usually pure and innocent youth was now in negative-distance contact with her.

And he'd even taken the most alluring action posture.

To Luo Zhen, he was just making the most "normal" move.

But in Michiyo's eyes, the contrast in him was too strong—she thought she had completely conquered this pure little vixen.

Faced with her coquettish call, Luo Zhen's face was stern, with no intention of speaking to her.

His mind was filled with nothing but force, relentless force, and that was all.

Michiyo didn't yet know she had unleashed a demon. From then on, Luo Zhen would truly begin to let himself go.

The valve of desire opened to the max, completely out of control, broken beyond repair—Luo Zhen could never turn back.

Michiyo began to beg for mercy, her expression like snowflakes melting faster under a scorching flame.

Luo Zhen only wanted to say that now, it was all too late.

Along the high-altitude peak, geological activity sent it shaking faster.

Two clearly visible weak points swayed in the air, accelerating, tracing out beautiful arcs.

Luo Zhen said nothing, only sped up, faster and faster.

Like a branding iron, he would etch an eternal mark on her body, making her his possession from then on.

He would still keep his former appearance—pure, while teasing others.

But his teasing would become more excessive.

Before, he had carefully lit fires with a lighter, but after this, he would directly use alcohol and oil to play with fire, aiming to make the flames burn fiercely.

He would ignite the desires in a series of girls' hearts, making them unable to bear it, driving them to attack him.

The pure and alluring man persona wouldn't change, but in his mind, he would think of more dangerous and absurd things.

First, he'd be pushed to the ground, then he'd seize the chance to reveal his true form, directly turning the tide.

"Polygamy-Monandry System—isn't that just right?"

Luo Zhen narrowed his eyes. At this moment, Michiyo was completely unconscious, and his fire had finally dimmed a little.

A red flower bloomed on the bed, with faint dried white traces sketching an abstract painting on the sheets.

Burning magma lingered inside her body, her limbs twitching occasionally as unconscious murmurs escaped her lips.

Luo Zhen pushed open the door and walked out, heading straight for the bathroom to wash himself thoroughly.

Futari, still young, woke up in the middle of the night. She saw Luo Zhen standing there with a towel wrapped around his waist.

Her sleepy little eyes went wide in an instant.

It struck her young heart, an indescribable feeling rippling through her chest.

"Hehe, sorry, Little Futari. My water heater at home broke, so I came here to borrow yours."

"Hey~ I'm all alone at home, and it feels pretty lonely. Can I borrow your bed tonight? Let's sleep together, okay?"

He patted her head, his face wearing that same youthful smile, his eyes endlessly clear.

Yet somehow, a strange aura was slowly spreading.

Even though Futari was still young, she realized it.

Brother Little Zhen... is so sexy.

"Mm."

Futari nodded, then took Luo Zhen's hand and led him back to her room.

Huh? What was she getting up for in the middle of the night again?

Whatever. Brother Little Zhen smelled nice, and it felt so good holding him.

Chapter 19 — Restless Since Early Morning

A damp sensation forced Luo Zhen to open his eyes. He looked down at Futari lying on top of him, his gaze full of resignation.

Futari was already awake, looking at him with a hint of fear.

So, last night she'd gotten up to use the bathroom, then got too excited and forgot.

She'd hugged Luo Zhen and had a sweet dream, and when she woke up, this was the result.

"It's still early. Let's go wash up together."

He rubbed her head, straightened up, and stood.

"Brother Little Zhen, you're not mad at me, are you?"

Futari grew scared. She felt embarrassed about what had happened.

She wasn't a baby anymore—how could she still do this in her sleep?

Luo Zhen was all sticky, and Futari knew it was her doing. The little girl's eyes darted away.

"How could I be mad at you? It's just a little accident. Nothing's wrong."

Luo Zhen said it lightly. The little one had just wet the bed—she hadn't meant to.

"You won't tell Mom or my sister, right?"

Futari still had some pride. Her dignity mattered too.

"I won't. And even if they found out, it wouldn't be a big deal."

He took her hand and led her into the bathroom. The showerhead turned on, and they bathed together.

Futari's eyes kept darting away, her face flushed red.

"Perfect timing. Looks like the weather's pretty good today. Let's take all the sheets out and wash them."

Luo Zhen checked his phone. A clear-sky icon was plainly visible.

Futari nodded. She didn't speak, just reached out and grabbed hold of Luo Zhen.

If everyone's sheets got washed, no one would know she'd wet hers. It was a way to cover it up.

"Mm, get some more sleep on the couch. It's still early. I'll go wake Michiyo."

It wasn't just Futari's bedwetting that needed hiding—Michiyo's sheets were a complete mess too.

Besides, it was almost time for work. He'd wake her up early and then prepare breakfast.

Futari was at an age where she needed sleep to grow. She curled up on the couch, making do with a quick nap.

Luo Zhen, meanwhile, carefully slipped into Michiyo's bedroom.

"Time to get up. You'll be late for work soon."

He rubbed her head, his eyes filled with tenderness.

It couldn't just be about pure desire. The feelings between them mattered too.

Though, before this, Luo Zhen had never imagined things would turn out this way.

With Michiyo, seeing how young she looked, he'd basically treated her like a big sister.

Now that they'd broken through the barrier of their relationship, where would their future lead?

Michiyo opened her eyes. Seeing Luo Zhen's face, she broke into a smile.

Ignoring his resistance, she pulled him straight onto the bed.

"The door wasn't locked."

Luo Zhen said with a light laugh, accepting all of this very naturally.

But Michiyo still wasn't quite used to it. The arms holding Luo Zhen trembled slightly, as if afraid the young man in her embrace would dissolve into smoke and drift away.

"It's fine. It's early morning, they're still sleeping in."

She knew her own daughters best. Hitori was a night owl, and Futari, being so energetic, exhausted herself completely every day, slept for a long time, and slept very soundly.

"You still have work. Don't mess around."

Like a newlywed couple, this kind of dialogue was ambiguous and hazy.

"It'll be quick. Even just rubbing a little is fine."

Hearing her words, Luo Zhen laughed even harder.

He was someone who came from a normal world, so he understood very well what her words meant.

Rubbing a little? The next step would probably be accidentally slipping in, and before you knew it, going at it hard and heavy.

"If you want a quick meal, I'll use my hand to help you."

Luo Zhen extended his hand. His slender fingers were pale and smooth.

Michiyo swallowed. She wasn't a hand fetishist, but at this moment, she understood the beauty of hands.

"Then come on. Don't waste time."

Michiyo said impatiently.

Luo Zhen's hand arrived at the promised land, like a traveler who had just set foot on a deserted island.

After finding a place to settle, it began to move, producing strange sounds—the busy sounds of activity.

Michiyo narrowed her eyes, her legs alternately tightening and relaxing.