I, the spiritual mentor of beautiful girls from all over the world

"The school gave us a seven-day break, but I didn't see you for a single day."

Hiratsuka Shizuka lowered her voice and extended a finger, gently poking Lynn's chest.

“Teacher Lynn, you’ve been absent from work here for a full seven days.”

She deliberately emphasized the word "absenteeism," and her beautiful eyes gleamed with an almost boastful, possessive excitement.

"Women all over the world are screaming for that blurry figure on TV, but that figure is standing right here, cornering me against the wall."

"Tell me, should I punish you by making you work double the 'overtime' to make up for all those seven days?"

Lynn looked at her smug expression, as if to say, "I've got you!" and suddenly laughed.

He didn't answer.

He simply withdrew his hand from beside her ear and instead used his free hand to gently pinch her fingers that were still poking her chest.

Then, he lowered his head and slowly approached.

Their faces were so close they could almost feel each other's breath.

Hiratsuka Shizuka's body tensed instantly, and her composure vanished under the pressure of absolute distance.

He leaned close to her ear, his warm breath making her ears burn.

Lynn responded in a low voice, with a lazy yet absolutely controlling tone:

"Absent-off work?"

"Do not."

"I'm here... to earn hush money for you."

Hiratsuka Shizuka's breath hitched suddenly.

Her cheeks turned visibly red.

She took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing her racing heartbeat, and a dangerous smile bloomed on her face.

"Hush money?"

"Okay."

She stuck out the tip of her tongue and gently licked her slightly dry lips.

"Then I'll see how much 'fee' you've earned..."

The next second, she used all her strength to grab Lynn's arm and shove him backward!

Lynn stepped back.

Hiratsuka Shizuka took the initiative, gradually forcing Lynn to the floor-to-ceiling window.

She suddenly raised one of her long, shapely legs, which was tightly wrapped in shredded flesh.

The knee struck hard, yet skillfully, with controlled force, hitting the unspeakable spot.

The silky material rubbed against the trousers, producing a subtle yet extremely dangerous sound.

She stood on tiptoe, brought her face close to Lynn's, and almost gritted her teeth as she uttered the last few words:

"...Is this enough to satisfy me?"

After she finished speaking, she seemed to have exhausted all her strength. Her chest heaved violently as she gasped for breath, staring at him with a triumphant look in her eyes.

Lynn looked down at her menacing knees.

I looked again at her face, so close to mine, which seemed to scream "Come praise me!"

He chuckled softly.

"It seems that tonight will be enough."

He reached out, ignoring the 'fatal' knee, and gently brushed aside a strand of sweat-dampened hair from Hiratsuka Shizuka's forehead.

"quiet."

"Your face is very hot."

The aura that Hiratsuka Shizuna had painstakingly built up collapsed instantly.

"I...I'm...hot!"

She retorted with a fierce but weak tone.

"Yes, it's hot."

Lynn nodded, then said in an incredibly natural tone:

"Then I'm going to take a shower first."

After saying that, he acted as if nothing had happened, gently pushed her away, and turned to walk into the bathroom.

Only Hiratsuka Shizuka remained, frozen in that aggressive posture, her mind blank.

After a few seconds.

“Ahhhhh——!!”

An uncontrollable scream of shame and indignation rang out in the presidential suite.

Hiratsuka Shizuka hugged her burning face and squatted down, feeling as if she had lost everything in this one day.

The bathroom door closed behind her.

boom.

Chapter 138: The Deathmatch on the Infinite Train! The Butterfly Arrives!

Demon World

The darkness before dawn was torn open by the soaring flames.

The Infinite Train had been reduced to a pile of twisted scrap metal, with the wreckage of its carriages emitting wisps of smoke in the cool night breeze.

Lower Moon One, Nightmare, was killed.

"it's over…".

Zenitsu slumped on the muddy ground, his face covered in snot and tears.

Hashibira Inosuke stepped onto a twisted section of the carriage, raised his twin swords high, and roared with his last ounce of strength.

"I am the strongest!"

Tanjiro Kamado leaned against a shattered piece of the cart, stabbed in the abdomen. He was gasping for breath, clutching his wound, but a relieved smile spread across his face.

He looked at the man who shone like the sun not far away, his eyes filled with longing and admiration.

Mr. Purgatory... he is truly too powerful.

He single-handedly protected the passengers of five carriages when the entire train was engrossed in a dream.

Even now, he stands tall, comforting each of the surviving passengers.

The scorching fighting spirit emanating from Mr. Purgatory was the source of all fear.

This is the "pillar".

They are humanity's guardians in the darkness.

But for some reason, another figure involuntarily appeared in Tanjiro's mind.

The Butterfly Miss who, at the Pillar Meeting, crushed another "Pillar" in a completely different way.

If Mr. Purgatory is the sun.

Then, Miss Butterfly is a void even deeper than the night sky.

Which of these two completely different paths to power is the right one?

"Well done! Kitchen boy, pig-headed boy, blond boy!"

Kyojuro Rengoku was about to go over and check on the injuries of the group, and then give the brave juniors a pat on the head as encouragement.

however--

Just then—!

boom!

A loud bang came out of the woods not far away without warning!

The ground shook violently, and a terrifying sense of oppression swept in like a tsunami!

Tanjiro's nose was instantly overwhelmed by an extremely strong smell of blood, making him dizzy.

Inosuke Hashibira's beast-like instincts made the hairs on his body stand on end instantly, and his body stiffened so much that he couldn't move.

"Enemy attack!!"

Kyojuro Rengoku reacted with lightning speed; almost instantly, his body instinctively shielded the three boys.

He drew his Nichirin Blade and stared intently at the area filled with smoke and dust.

The smoke cleared.

A figure stood there silently.

She has short pink hair and her body is covered with dark blue tattoos that look like the marks of a criminal.

He was shirtless, his well-defined muscles exuding an explosive sense of power.

But what's most chilling is his eyes.

Chinese characters are clearly etched in his pupils—

【Warming】

【Three】

...The Upper Moon Demon!

Tanjiro's heart almost stopped beating for a moment.

Upper Moon...

This word represents the despair that the Demon Slayer Corps has been unable to overcome for hundreds of years, even with the lives of countless "Pillars".

However, after a moment of shock, Kyojuro Rengoku, who was facing this despair, surprisingly... calmed down.

No, that's not calmness.

It is a kind of resolve to turn one's own life into fuel, burning everything to fuel the future flames of the Demon Slayer Corps!

The woman's cold voice echoed in Purgatory's mind.

"Mr. Purgatory, your power is beyond doubt."

"But 'power' itself cannot defeat the Upper Moon, which possesses infinite regeneration and time."

"From now on, when faced with an invincible enemy, the first priority of the 'Pillar' will no longer be to kill them."

"Instead, it's about 'recording'."

"Use your eyes, your knife, your body to record everything about the enemy."

"His attack patterns, regeneration speed, abilities, and even... weaknesses."

"Your life will become the most valuable information for the Demon Slayer Corps."

He couldn't understand it in the past.

But now he understands.

……

"Very good battle qi, it has been honed to near the supreme realm."

Upper Moon Three, Akaza's gaze was firmly fixed on Kyojuro Rengoku.

"Is it a 'pillar'?"

Kyojuro Rengoku did not answer immediately.

He simply gripped the hilt of his Nichirin Blade tighter, making a slight "creaking" sound.