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

She took off her coat, unfastened her skirt, her feet clad in nude stockings. Step by step she walked, her feverish body temperature leaving faint marks on the floor. Her upper body wore a white blouse, a few buttons undone, revealing a hint of lace from her undergarments. The hem of the shirt barely concealed her secret garden.

With each movement of her stride, a trace of purple lurking below flickered in and out of view.

She was still a bit dazed, so without hesitation she pushed open the bathroom door, intending to wash up and then soak in the bath to relax.

Then she froze completely—there was someone in the bathroom.

Luo Zhen's pants were caught around his knees. The youth had one hand braced on the sink, the other busy at work, engaged in a manual sprint.

Michiyo stared at the scene before her, her entire body locked up. A tickle rose in her throat, and she unconsciously began to swallow.

Over thirty years old, never once had contact with a man, and her workplace was entirely female.

After all, with a twenty-to-one female-to-male ratio, most boys were treated like treasures—they were quite precious. Men who actually went out to work were an extreme minority.

One could even say that, given this ratio, it was rare to see a man even out on the streets.

Michiyo was sexually repressed to the extreme. Especially since, at her workplace, many women shared the exact same predicament.

A group of sexually repressed women, naturally they chatted during work breaks. About what? Mostly lewd topics.

Sometimes they'd share lewd resources, passing around a few websites—comics, novels, videos, everything you could want.

But one thing was very important: most of the videos were 3D technology.

Because male actors were hard to find.

A twenty-to-one female-to-male ratio meant men were always in "high demand." Forget becoming a male actor—even if they didn't work, plenty of people were willing to support them.

What Michiyo most often read, actually, were novels.

Lately she'd been reading I Became the Matchmaker for Mother and Husband. Just from the title, you could guess what kind of content it was.

It told the strange story between a mother-in-law and her handsome son-in-law.

Michiyo naturally projected herself into the role of the "mother."

Though doing so felt a bit unfair to Little Ichiri, this was merely a very private fetish hidden deep in her heart.

As long as she never spoke of it, there was no problem.

So she harbored desires for the boy her daughter liked? Michiyo... you wretch!

But there was no helping it. Luo Zhen was simply too wonderful. Though still just a high schooler, he carried a mature charm, an aura of "husband material" all over him.

Every time she engaged in personal activities, just thinking of Luo Zhen made it easy for her to glimpse beautiful scenery.

Sometimes while still at work, an image of Luo Zhen would surface in her mind, and she'd hide in the restroom, naturally letting out a few soft moans.

Of course, every time she finished, her heart felt heavy. That sense of moral transgression often left her unable to breathe.

Each time she told herself it was the last, but when the moment came, she still couldn't help herself.

Now, seeing Luo Zhen busy at work, her brain short-circuited.

"Michiyo? Auntie?"

Luo Zhen's voice trembled slightly. An air of pitiable vulnerability radiated from him.

Michiyo recalled what she had just done. She wanted to do it again.

"Don't speak."

The thread of reason in Michiyo's mind snapped. She embraced Luo Zhen head-on, burying his face directly between two peaks.

Luo Zhen once again experienced that scent of perfume mixed with alcohol.

This wasn't an ordinary hug, because Michiyo's hand was doing something "unforgivable."

Luo Zhen opened his mouth to refuse, but found his body had no strength.

How could this be? He trained every day—he was strong and fit!

That was probably an excuse. He himself was enjoying what was happening, wasn't he?

"Don't worry, I'm here to help you. Hehe, don't shout or scream, please. If Ichiri or Futari hear, it'll be trouble."

Michiyo whispered in Luo Zhen's ear, the warm breath laced with sticky alcohol fumes.

"You're drunk. Let me go."

Luo Zhen's voice trembled.

It wasn't that he was enjoying it... well, it did feel quite nice, but that wasn't the point!

"Something like this isn't right."

Luo Zhen found himself feeling like a Saiyan caught by the tail.

I've grown weak—is it because of the Golden Finger?

A certain directional value began to swell, but it was actually being diverted from other parts of his body.

Of course, Luo Zhen still had the strength to move, but compared to Michiyo's strength, it was nothing.

"Be good. It'll be over soon."

Michiyo glanced at the sink and squeezed out some hand soap.

The icy sensation made Luo Zhen shiver all over as the fragrance began to spread, slippery with countless bubbles, and Luo Zhen found himself unconsciously rising onto his tiptoes.

"I like Hitori, I... don't want this."

Luo Zhen bit his lower lip, letting out a reluctant sound.

Inside the bathroom, only their alternating breaths remained, even carrying a rhythm, converging into a beautiful melody.

Michiyo looked at Luo Zhen collapsed on the floor, then at her own hand—her stockings were warm, already stained with sticky white porridge.

"What... have I done?"

Darkness swam before her eyes, her legs went weak; the effect was taking hold again, and the reality was too extreme—she felt helpless, unable to accept it.

She had botched her work, and tonight's events might have ruined something else too.

Her family was about to shatter; how would Hitori see her from now on?

She might even end up in prison.

With a twenty-to-one female-to-male ratio, the laws offered men extremely strong protection.

If something like this turned into a legal matter, Michiyo would definitely be finished.

Thinking of what might come next, her world plunged into darkness.

Chapter Ten: Impossible for Nothing to Happen

Michiyo needed to wake up early; only then could she avoid missing the train.

After getting up, she would prepare breakfast, then hurry out the door.

But yesterday she had drunk too much, completely passed out, and even had some bizarre things happen.

So she overslept outright, woken only by Luo Zhen's gentle voice.

"Michiyo, if you don't get up, you'll be late."

Luo Zhen's voice was very soft, but Michiyo pulled the blanket over her head.

"Mmm."

She let out a faint sound, having no idea how to face Luo Zhen.

"I've made breakfast; eat it and head out. I'll go wake Hitori."

Luo Zhen's voice was just like usual, without any change.

But precisely because of that, Michiyo's heart grew even more uneasy.

"Pretend nothing happened? Little Zhen, is that what you mean?"

After he left, she struggled out of bed; the hangover made her head throb.

She noticed her clothes had been changed, and her skin was even smooth—after she passed out last night, someone had helped her bathe.

It could only have been Luo Zhen, meaning he had seen her completely naked.

"After all, there was so much on the stockings; if I hadn't washed them, it would have been discovered."

"His movements were so gentle; I didn't even wake up in the middle."

Michiyo changed into her work clothes, putting on black stockings today.

The aroma of food drifted up from downstairs; burdened with worries, she sat down with a gloomy expression.

Luo Zhen didn't bring up last night's events, so she'd better follow the atmosphere and pretend nothing happened—that was for the best.

"After doing something so terrible, he just brushes it off lightly."

Michiyo muttered to herself. He really was a good kid, and she had truly done something unforgivable.

"I'll just treat it as a strange dream from being drunk."

Michiyo took a sip of coffee, her tightly furrowed brow relaxing slightly.

Just then, Luo Zhen came down the stairs, pulling along a sleepy-eyed Hitori.

He sat Hitori down to eat, glanced at Michiyo, then went into the kitchen to wash the pots.

Michiyo was extremely awkward; her toes, wrapped in black stockings, almost dug a three-bedroom apartment into the floor.

The sound of washing came from the kitchen; Michiyo turned her head to look and could see the boy's upright figure.

He stood steadily, his long legs perfectly shaped, and his soft, round rear was also quite pert.

Michiyo set down her cup and, as if possessed, stood up.

"Nothing happened?"

Her mind was in chaos, but she couldn't help moving closer to Luo Zhen.

Her over-thirty, fully mature body, with soft, plump breasts trembling with each step.

She stood behind Luo Zhen and pressed those full mounds against his back.

Michiyo could clearly feel Luo Zhen's body stiffen.

"Thank you, Little Zhen. I'll come back early tonight; I'll handle dinner."

As she spoke, she deliberately exhaled hot breath, tickling Luo Zhen's ear.

Luo Zhen turned his head, and Michiyo saw complex emotions in his gaze.

There was confusion—he didn't understand why Michiyo had to lean in so close, when it would have been fine to just pretend "nothing happened."

There was fear—after all, Hitori was not far away, but she had her back to the kitchen and was completely unaware.

Michiyo was doing something very wrong, right in front of her own daughter, to the person her daughter liked.

"If you need it, I can help you."

Michiyo reached out, arriving at last night's "old spot."

"I can tell you really need it."

She felt she must be crazy, doing something like this.

But the python gave a sudden twitch, and Luo Zhen hadn't explicitly said no.

"There's no way to pretend nothing happened, Little Zhen. Once the valve of desire is opened, it's hard to close."

Luo Zhen only resisted with his eyes, but perversely, the more Michiyo looked at his gaze, the more excited she became.

Switching from flesh-colored stockings to black ones, her heart had already undergone some change.

Her calf hooked around Luo Zhen, winding tightly like a vine.

It was already a relationship that couldn't be turned back. Even if they both kept silent and tacitly agreed not to mention it, Michiyo knew clearly that from now on, every day she would be restless, until one day she would make a move on Luo Zhen again.

Just like how she often read novels about "mothers-in-law and sons-in-law," pleasuring herself with her fingers, fantasizing about Luo Zhen.

Every time she said it was the last, but once the post-nut clarity passed, she would soon continue again.

Sometimes, the post-nut clarity couldn't even last thirty damn minutes.