The evening began to creep in, painting the sky with a warm orange hue. In front of an apartment building, Ren stood with a suitcase full of clothes in one hand. Gently, he held Itsuki's other hand, helping her walk slowly.
"Be careful with your steps." He said with concern.
Itsuki smiled, one hand supporting her swollen belly, now in its eighth month. Her steps were slow but steady, guided by Ren, who remained faithfully by her side.
In front of the building, a sleek black car was waiting. Hayasaka, with a professional demeanor, stood by the open door. As soon as she saw them, she quickly rushed to take the suitcase from Ren's hand.
"Let me handle that, Ren-sama."
Then, Hayasaka placed the suitcase in the trunk.
Meanwhile, Ren helped Itsuki into the car, making sure she was seated comfortably before he got in and sat beside her. Hayasaka took her place behind the wheel, and the car drove off toward the apartment where Nino and Miku lived.
Inside the smoothly moving car, Itsuki let out a sigh as she rubbed her swollen belly.
"Being a pregnant woman is not easy. Now I understand what my mother went through when she was carrying the five of us. It must have been much harder than what I'm experiencing now."
She paused for a moment, her eyes gazing out the window. "She had to take care of herself because that trash of a father left as soon as he found out she was pregnant with quintuplets."
Her voice trembled slightly. Imagining her mother's struggle, carrying five children alone, giving birth to them, and raising them without a partner's support, weighed heavily on her heart.
Ren gently pulled Itsuki's head to rest on his shoulder. Softly, his fingers stroked her long pink hair.
"Even though your mother was a single parent, I'm sure she never regretted giving birth to all of you. You are her happiness."
His words warmed Itsuki's heart. She buried her face in Ren's chest, seeking comfort in his embrace.
"I'm so grateful that you're the man I love, my hubby." Itsuki whispered sincerely.
"I love you too, Itsuki-sensei." Ren replied, a mischievous smile forming on his lips.
Among the three women in his life, Itsuki was the one he cherished the most.
Unlike Nakano Itsuki, Ren's relationship with Maria Mikhailovna Kujou was obtained through less honorable means. Ren had conquered Maria through hypnosis, manipulating her feelings, which were originally meant for Kuze Masachika, and redirecting them toward himself. Now, Maria was pregnant with his child, the result of repeated unprotected intimacy.
As for Hayasaka Ai, she became his woman through a transaction; the Shinomiya family became part of his power in exchange. Although their relationship had become more fluid, there was no love involved.
"Hubby, how many times have I told you not to call me 'sensei'? It's embarrassing." Itsuki protested, her cheeks reddening. She felt like an immoral teacher, pregnant with her own student's child.
"Hehehe..."
Ren simply chuckled, enjoying teasing the usually serious and rigid Itsuki.
"I have to go to London for three days, sensei. We won't see each other. How about we do something... fun... before I leave?"
Understanding the implication of Ren's words, Itsuki pinched his waist.
"Pervert! We're in a car; there's no way we can do anything!"
"Are you really clueless, or are you just pretending not to know?" Ren put on a convincingly pleading expression.
"Ugh..."
Her heart melted at the pleading look of the man she loved, the father of her unborn child. Ren glanced at Hayasaka, who was focused on driving.
"But..."
"Don't be shy, Itsuki-sensei. After all, both of you are my women. It's only a matter of time before the three of us... do something more enjoyable." Ren smirked.
Not only was Itsuki embarrassed, but Hayasaka, who was driving, also felt a wave of unease creeping through her body.
"You... Haaah... Your only flaw, hubby, is that you're too perverted." Itsuki sighed, giving in to his persuasion.
With slightly trembling hands, she reached for his zipper and pulled it down. Itsuki looked up at his face, seeing the desire burning in his eyes. Her breath quickened, feeling a wave of heat spreading through her body. Without hesitation, she bent down, her mouth approaching to...
"Mhm~... Slurppp..."
Soft moans escaped her lips, restrained yet full of passion. Itsuki felt the vibrations of Ren's body growing stronger, indicating immense pleasure.
Then, Ren's strong hands gripped her hair, pulling her closer, deepening their connection. His masculine scent filled her senses, making her even more intoxicated.
Itsuki felt sensations she had never experienced before—a mix of shame, immorality, passion, and overwhelming satisfaction. She grew bolder, exploring every inch with her tongue, searching for the sensitive spots that made Ren's body tremble intensely. Her restrained moans mixed with Ren's heavy breaths, creating a symphony of passion that burned within the increasingly stuffy car.
"..."
Still focused on driving, Hayasaka occasionally glanced at the rearview mirror. She heard the soft moans growing louder, and though she tried to stay focused on the road, her mind wandered to the scene unfolding in the backseat. She knew something hot and passionate was happening there.
Biting her lip, she suppressed the curiosity bubbling inside her. The vibrations from the backseat grew more intense, indicating the rising passion. The faint scent of Ren and Itsuki's bodies wafted through the air, adding to Hayasaka's curiosity.
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Under Nino's displeased gaze and Miku's contemplative expression, Ren returned to the car. Hayasaka, already seated in the driver's seat, glanced briefly through the rearview mirror before starting the engine.
"Ren-sama, Itsuki-sama's sisters don't seem too pleased with you."
Since it was just the two of them, Hayasaka dropped the formalities with Ren.
"Well, that's natural. Especially Nino-san; it'll take time for her to accept the fact that Itsuki is pregnant with her own student's child." Ren replied casually.
"I see..."
Not wanting to continue this sensitive topic, Hayasaka chose to remain silent.
The car smoothly made its way to Tokyo International Airport, passing through the city streets now illuminated by night lights. Inside the car, the atmosphere was relatively calm.
After several dozen minutes, they arrived at the private flight area of the airport. As soon as the car stopped, a staff member immediately opened the door for Ren.
In front of the prepared private jet, six beautiful flight attendants stood in a row, greeting him with professional smiles. They wore elegant dark blue uniforms with white silk scarves around their necks.
"Welcome, Rokuhara-sama." One of the flight attendants, a woman with neatly tied black hair, greeted with a slight bow. "We've been waiting for you."
Ren glanced at them briefly before boarding the plane, followed by Hayasaka, who maintained her calm demeanor.
Upon entering the first-class cabin, he was greeted by a luxurious interior featuring spacious leather seats, gleaming mahogany tables, and soft lighting that created an exclusive atmosphere.
"Please take your seats. We will be serving the appetizers shortly." Said one of the flight attendants in a gentle tone.
Ren took his seat, while Hayasaka sat beside him, her expression still neutral. Shortly after, another flight attendant arrived with a tray of appetizers—a plate of Beluga caviar with crispy toast and a bottle of premium champagne.
"Please enjoy." The attendant said with a charming smile, pouring champagne into the crystal glass in front of Ren.
Raising his glass, Ren savored the delicate clinking sound as he swirled it slowly.
"Not bad." He commented casually before taking a sip.
He was quite satisfied with the Shinomiya family's preparations. Everything had been arranged perfectly, from this private flight to the luxurious service provided. After sipping the champagne, Ren picked up a small spoon and tasted the Beluga caviar on his plate.
As the fish eggs burst in his mouth, he exhaled softly and shook his head.
"I really don't get it… Why do rich people love eating raw fish eggs so much?"
Of course, in his previous life, he had also tried caviar. Even after reincarnating into a new body, he still didn't like it.
"Rich people don't enjoy the taste of caviar itself. What they enjoy is the exclusivity of it. The fact that it's so expensive and unattainable for ordinary people is part of its appeal." Hayasaka said, playing with her champagne glass.
"I think so too. Rich people are strange creatures. Sometimes they pay a high price not for the quality of the item, but for the psychological satisfaction of being able to own it." Ren nodded in agreement, understanding the mindset of the wealthy.
At the same time, the pilot's voice came through the cabin speakers.
"Passengers, we will be taking off shortly. Please prepare yourselves."
With a gentle vibration, the plane began to move, preparing to soar toward London.
The private jet shot through the night sky, carrying Ren toward England. With a drink in hand, he was ready to stir up chaos in London to seize the Holy Grail.