COTE: Impregnation System Chapter 43 41: The Tsundere’s Inner Turmoil

Masumi Kamuro's POV

There is sothing seriously wrong with .

I knew I had a bit of a good impression toward Ichinose-san, but why was I being so bold, so obedient to him? It doesn't make sense. Normally, I would've refuted or scolded this kind of guy, called him a lecher or a pervert for blatantly staring at the way he does. Yet… I didn't feel offended at all. No, I actually felt happy, thrilled even, at being stared at so openly, so obscenely.

Maybe it's because he didn't report or take advantage of when he caught shoplifting? Is that why I was being so forgiving, so tolerant of him?

When I let myself really look at him closely, I couldn't help but gulp quietly. He looked like a prince charming. Not just his appearance, but his whole aura, his personality seed pleasant, kind, almost too good to be real. Except for the pervert side of him… but maybe, just maybe, his perversion wasn't even a flaw. Maybe it was his strength. Because if he wasn't a pervert, maybe he wouldn't have bothered looking at at all.

As if sothing suddenly snapped in my head, I slapped my own cheek hard enough to sting.

What's wrong with you, Masumi? Why is your mind so depraved right now? Have you never seen a handso man before?

I scolded myself in silence, biting down on my lip. This was weird. I never gave a damn about appearances, I never cared about looking at soone on a personal level like this.

"Are you okay, Masumi? You look tense and… ugh, maybe you also admire my handsoness?" He asked, half-joking, probably noticing the way my eyes lingered on him.

I snorted at him coldly, crossing my arms. "Humph. Narcissistic. Who is looking at you?!"

"Okay, understandable. Have a nice day." He looked at with a disappointed expression before turning to stand up.

Sothing inside snapped. My body moved before my mind did. I hurriedly grabbed his hand, glaring at him as heat rose in my chest.

"What do you an by that look?" I demanded, feeling strangely offended. His disappointed stare felt like a knife stabbing into , stirring up sothing I couldn't na, sothing uncomfortable. I didn't know why, but I was the type of person who always spoke my mind and acted on impulse, I had to confront him directly.

"Nothing," he said flatly. "It's just pointless if we keep chatting here, Masumi-san. We're from different classes, and we're rivals. Why bother playing at friendship if, fundantally, we'll always be wary of each other later?"

His words sounded logical, but I didn't buy it. If he was such a cold, rational guy, then why did he bother to stay and approach in the first place?

"You're a man, aren't you, Ichinose-san? Then tell what you really want. Stop circling around like so woman." I mocked him directly, my face twisted with scorn.

He looked straight in the eyes, his face close to mine, refusing to turn away. His hand reached up and stroked my cheek softly, fingers brushing against my heated skin. My face instantly flushed red at his sudden movent, and I instinctively stepped back, my breath catching in my throat.

"What did you an by that, Ichinose-san?" I snapped, my glare sharpening even as my cheeks burned crimson. My heart pounded violently in my chest, but despite the storm inside , I forced myself to wear a mask of strength. I had to make sure Ichinose-san understood the boundaries that should never be crossed between us.

"You asked if I was a man, Masumi-san and I showed you I am. Now you're upset about it? Typical woman behavior." He sighed dramatically, as though my reaction bored him.

"Don't you get it, Masumi-san? I like you. But since you rejected and told I wasn't attractive in your eyes, then what's the point in staying?"

I froze, guilt spreading through like a knife twisting in my chest. "I… I didn't an that, Ichinose-san. It's just…"

Before I could finish, he pressed two fingers firmly against my lips, silencing . His eyes softened, filled with an unsettling mix of understanding and resignation. "I understand, Masumi-san. You don't have to explain."

What the hell do you an you understand?

The words were stuck in my throat, unable to co out. He suddenly leaned closer, standing tall above , his breath brushing against my ear as he whispered, low and intimate. "Nonetheless, I enjoyed our date, Masumi-san. Goodbye. May luck bless us… on our next one."

Next date? Who the hell said anything about a next date?

I opened my mouth to protest, to say sothing, anything, but by the ti I found the courage, Ichinose-san had already turned and walked away. His back grew smaller with every step, leaving frozen, speechless, and utterly confused by everything that had just happened.

And yet, despite my denial, despite my confusion, there was one thing I couldn't ignore: my heart was still beating far too fast as I stared at his retreating figure.

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Takashi Ichinose's POV

Twisting open the cap of the bottle in my hand, I finally had the ti to gulp down the Pocari Sweat I'd picked up at the grocery store earlier, bought specifically to recharge my body after pounding Honami so hard she fainted mid-orgasm.

Right now, she was still sprawled across my bed, sleeping peacefully, her body twitching every now and then as if she was reliving the endless waves of pleasure I bred into her.

anwhile, I sat on the floor, back resting against the wall, sipping and contemplating life between each swig.

I never thought those so-called yandere pheromones would work this damn well, but they hit faster and harder than I expected.

Masumi Kamuro, who should've been tough to conquer, ended up falling into my hands far too easily. Without those pheromones, the "gift" I'd received from Arisu, it would've taken effort, careful planning, and ti to conquer her.

But now? Now I was confident. By tomorrow, Masumi would be under , legs spread wide, and I'd be breeding her raw, making her mine completely.

My delusions kept climbing higher, the thought of one conquest after another flashing in my head, until the sudden beep from my pocket cut through my daydream.

I pulled out my phone and checked the screen. An anonymous number, no na saved. Honestly, I didn't care who it was, but boredom got the better of , so I answered.

"Who am I speaking to?" I asked bluntly, not bothering with small talk.

A soft, feminine voice replied on the other side. "It's , Ichinose-san. Fuuka Kiryuuin."

So, my fiancée finally decided to call .

"So, is there anything important you decided to tell , Fuuka-san?" I asked, keeping my tone cool.

"Do I really need a reason to call my own fiancé, Ichinose-san?" she shot back, her tone calm but pointed.

I chuckled under my breath. "Well, I don't really think you take this whole 'fiancée' identity seriously. The way you're speaking, calling by my surna… If you really considered your man, you'd be calling Takashi-kun, not Ichinose-san."

There was a pause, then her voice ca softer, more personal. "Then… Takashi-kun, do you have ti to date? Let's et at night. I'll send you the place."

The mont those words left her mouth, my mind started to run wild.

The image of Fuuka, my fiancée on her knees, obediently spreading herself for , letting use her body however I wanted, letting pump her full of my cum until she couldn't stand…

My cock twitched hard at the thought, swelling against my pants with the raw possibility of Fuuka pinned under , moaning breathlessly while I made her mine in every way possible.

"Alright then, tell when and where our date will be," I replied with gusto, my lips curling into a grin.

"Okay, Takashi-kun. See you tonight," Fuuka answered sweetly.

"Yeah. See you later too, Fuuka."

With that, we hung up. I drained the last of my Pocari Sweat in one go, the cold liquid sliding down my throat, and casually tossed the empty bottle into the trash.

Pushing myself up, I headed back into my room.

Honami was still asleep, her body a ss of sweat, cum, and exhaustion. I bypassed her, sat down, and flipped open the laptop I'd picked up from the electronics store.

With a flick of my wrist, the screen lit up, ready for whatever I planned next.

Anyway, since Professor Ayanokouji thought it was smart to ss with , I decided I'd show him what hell really ant.

Maybe I wouldn't completely destroy him in one blow, but I could drown him in endless trouble, stain his reputation beyond repair, and watch everything he built crumble piece by piece.

Once I get the reward, the Underworld Connection, with it, I'll gut his operations and ruin his business, choke his operations, and smash his carefully crafted empire apart, the sa way Pablo Escobar once tore Colombia into chaos just to prove his dominance.

That was the path I chose for Professor Ayanokouji.

With that plan carved into my mind, I set myself before my laptop. My fingers danced across the keys, each stroke precise, rciless, deliberate.

I slipped into his database, peeled away his defenses, and began stripping him bare of every advantage he held over .

One by one, I severed his chains around , deleting his handles, cutting off his reach, leaving him powerless to pull back under.

But I didn't stop there.

No, that would be too rciful. I dug deeper, dragging out the secrets he buried, and with a single command, I released them.

The White Room, his masterpiece, his monstrous creation exposed and unleashed for the world to see.

I spread it across social dia, news outlets, forums, every channel I could reach, until it was everywhere.

Even international news stations picked it up, broadcasting the truth across the globe like wildfire.

When it was done, I leaned back, grinning wide, my chest heaving with satisfaction.

The thrill of it, the rush of pulling the rug from under him was intoxicating.

He was fucked, and I was going to enjoy every second of watching his empire collapse.

Step by step.

Brick by brick.

Who told him to ss with the wrong person?

He crossed .

And now he would learn, when you fuck with , you fuck with the best.

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