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

Of course, Luo Zhen was really just trying to trigger his Golden Finger.

Sure enough, this counted as close contact too, and his Bass Technique was already Level 2.

"Hitori has some social anxiety, Senior Liang. Please take good care of her from now on."

Leaving those words, Luo Zhen paid and left.

Yamada Ryo's brain was still short-circuiting. She shook her head, wanting to chase after him, but found that Luo Zhen had already vanished.

"At least let me see you off."

For some reason, she felt a hollow emptiness in her heart.

But the moment she remembered they'd meet again later, her mood turned buoyant again.

Loss and excitement intertwined, and Yamada Ryo's heartbeat began to race.

For her, tonight might be a sleepless one.

The series of "little gestures" from earlier—she'd lock them in her memory, and when she recalled them, her fingers would start doing strange things.

Normally, Yamada Ryo wasn't the type to act like this.

But this was a twisted world where women held authority, and most women were, to some degree, sexually repressed.

And at the root of it all, there was another reason...

Under the night sky, Luo Zhen walked along the street. The trains were still running, so he wasn't in a hurry.

Carrying the guitar on his back slowed him down. He occasionally pulled out his phone to check, but unfortunately, that writer senior still hadn't replied.

Luo Zhen sighed helplessly. He looked around and suddenly noticed something slightly off.

"I feel like... these girls' stares have gotten a lot more intense."

Luo Zhen swallowed hard, his heartbeat quickening.

Not from excitement, but from fear.

"A cute boy like him walking the streets late at night—he's obviously looking for it too."

"We can go for it, it's fine. Worst case, we get locked up. Getting a few rounds with a piece of prime meat like this—worth the ticket price."

"Fingers... drool... come on, come scoop me out, I need you to stop the flood here."

The women's frenzied gazes seemed to carry that kind of meaning.

Luo Zhen started sweating profusely. Without realizing it, had he already landed in a dangerous situation?

He quickly quickened his pace, arriving at the station, his breathing turning ragged.

"Young man, that looks heavy. Need some help?"

The station attendant was a voluptuous older sister with curves in all the right places. She licked her lips as she spoke.

Helping with the luggage—maybe she'd get to touch his little hand.

"N-no... no need."

Luo Zhen saw right through her intentions. He turned and walked briskly, practically fleeing.

He managed to board the train, curling up in a corner and using his guitar to shield his face.

Damn it. I'm surrounded by sexually repressed crazy women.

Why did it come to this? It didn't make any sense at all.

Come to think of it, back when he entered the live house, those girls were already acting off.

They'd tried to crowd around him, using the press of bodies to surround him, then grope him in the dark.

If Manager Hoshika hadn't acted quickly, they probably would have succeeded.

"It wasn't like this before. There must have been some 'variable' introduced."

Luo Zhen frowned. His first thought went straight to his Golden Finger.

"No way..."

He furrowed his brow, thinking about the "Physique Enhancement" description.

"So, this is an enhancement to my 'attractiveness to women' physique?"

Luo Zhen felt like he couldn't breathe.

This Physique Enhancement popped up almost every time he triggered the Golden Finger.

He was already a humanoid succubus now. If he kept pushing forward, who knew what changes would come?

Probably one day in the future, he'd just be walking down the street, and some woman would snap, jumping him right there on the road.

And when other women saw it, instead of stopping her, they'd join in, turning it into a full-on sword-fighting tournament.

At that thought, Luo Zhen shuddered violently. That was terrifying.

"As expected, staying behind the scenes is one hundred percent the right call. From now on, I should try not to trigger the Golden Finger."

"But I need the Golden Finger to acquire and upgrade skills."

To make big money, he had no choice but to use the Golden Finger—yet using it would land him in dangerous situations.

"Hiss..."

He sucked in a sharp breath, his gaze turning resolute.

"Simple. I'll find a girl who knows martial arts and copy her combat skills, won't I?"

Luo Zhen spoke as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

As long as he was strong enough to fight, even if dozens of women swarmed him, he wouldn't be afraid.

There was no way he could stop using the Golden Finger, because this thing was just too amazing—it gave him powerful skills without any effort.

Great power always came with risks, so why not just eliminate those risks?

Luo Zhen had grasped the true meaning of Physique Enhancement. Without a doubt, Yamada Ryo had also been influenced by him.

Chapter Seven: Influencing Others, Influencing Oneself

Having figured out what was going on, Luo Zhen went home with an uneasy heart.

He lived right next door to Hitori. His foster parents worked abroad and were rarely home.

The house felt empty. He slung his guitar over his back and headed toward Hitori's place—he wanted to talk to her about the band as soon as possible.

Because he and Hitori were close, he had already been regarded as "one of the family" by the Goto Family.

So Luo Zhen even had a key to their house. When he opened the door, he smelled a strong stench of alcohol.

The Goto Family had no father; both daughters had been conceived by their mother using in-vitro fertilization.

It seemed to be a policy: as long as a household raised children, they could get priority for job placements and receive many subsidies.

The economy was always struggling to recover, and society was in a terrible state. People were even less willing to have offspring, and they wouldn't accept IVF either.

Even though IVF mostly produced girls, the government had no choice but to push it through and offer incentive policies.

Goto Michiyo had made her choice and gotten a job.

Of course, she loved her two daughters with all her heart.

No job was easy. She had to work overtime every day and even accompany colleagues to social events. By the time she got home at night, she was already dead drunk.

Little Futari sat in front of the TV, rubbing her sleepy eyes and yawning.

The plump auntie sprawled on the sofa was none other than Goto Michiyo. She was wearing a professional skirt suit, and from a distance, her buttocks looked huge, like a peach.

Her feet were clad in nude stockings, and a few toes twitched slightly.

"Go wash up and get to bed early."

Luo Zhen rubbed Little Futari's head.

She hugged him, then turned and left.

"Hitori must be busy filming a video."

The Guitar Hero account could earn money, and Hitori's income helped cover household expenses.

Luo Zhen hadn't been home tonight, so it seemed the two sisters had eaten instant noodles for dinner.

Usually, Luo Zhen prepared dinner, and he would also make the next day's lunch bento.

Since they all had to eat anyway, they might as well eat together—it saved a bit of money.

As for breakfast, Goto Michiyo handled that. She would make it early in the morning and then head out to work.

He had already blended perfectly into this family. Even though he was still a high school student, he exuded the vibe of a house-husband.

"Michiyo, are you sober? Drink some water."

Luo Zhen poured a glass of water. Taking care of drunk people was something he was already familiar with.

After all, this had happened before.

"I want milk... boohoo... Little Zhen, you're such a good kid. Can I drink your special milk?"

This utterly drunk person had completely lost her senses.

"You're really wasted today."

Luo Zhen turned her whole body over and unbuttoned her clothes to help her breathe easier.

Purple lace-trimmed underwear peeked into view. Luo Zhen glanced at it without making a show of it.

"I'm doomed, Little Zhen. What am I going to do?"

"I messed things up today. I might lose my job."

"Over thirty, and I've accomplished nothing. My two daughters aren't grown up yet, and I haven't even had a relationship with a man."

She grabbed Luo Zhen's hand and started sobbing.

Venting stress after drinking—Luo Zhen could only sigh helplessly.

"You've worked hard enough. Everything will get better."

Luo Zhen reached out and rubbed her head.

"Little Zhen, I feel like you're a bit different today... somehow... more lewd."

"I want to gobble you up in one bite."

Michiyo muttered under her breath, pulling Luo Zhen into her embrace and pressing his head against that pair of impossibly soft breasts.

What hit him was a wave of alcohol-laced perfume, and Luo Zhen felt his head go fuzzy.

"Little Zhen~"

She just fumbled around a bit, then started snoring.

"Work stress really is something else."

Luo Zhen, face red, wriggled free from her arms.

But his gaze stayed fixed, and he couldn't help swallowing a mouthful of saliva.

Big, and so soft—would Hitori end up with that kind of figure someday?

Actually, Hitori already had an outstanding, jaw-dropping body, but Michiyo was definitely the "future template" for Hitori.

Luo Zhen was a healthy male who had regrown from infancy, and his mind was actually quite mature.

But there was no helping it—his body was in its "adolescent phase."

He felt like the beast between his legs was about to break out of its cage.

"Something's wrong. Why is it so restless? I've felt it before, but never this strong."

Luo Zhen barely suppressed the desire inside him.

He had almost reached out and done whatever he wanted just now.

After all, Michiyo was already drunk, completely passed out—she definitely wouldn't react.