My wife is the stand-in.

Since martial arts culture has resurfaced in modern society due to the resurgence of supernatural abilities, there will always be those who abuse their powers to break the law and commit crimes.

Therefore, the police and security forces in this world are naturally incomparable to the police forces in other countries around the world in terms of weaponry and morale.

The police officers stationed at the branch headquarters were more elite than their counterparts outside.

Without him, only familiar with Seoul.

"Everyone who has no connection to this, get out of the way!"

Seven or eight fully armed special police officers, gripping pistols loaded with rubber bullets, jogged into the square.

From the moment the cafeteria lady started yelling and onlookers called the police until the police arrived at the scene, only five minutes had passed.

The battle is over.

There were only two clear footprints on the alloy plate-paved ground, with no other signs of fighting.

A muscular man, over two meters tall, sat on the ground, covered in blood, silently breaking his broken bones.

His body was riddled with bloody holes, and one arm and both legs hung limply, revealing the shape of broken bones.

After confirming the cause and course of the incident with the surrounding crowd, the police surrounded the burly man. The lead officer took out handcuffs, examined the silver bracelet, then looked at the man's wrist, and finally removed the handcuffs.

"……Name?"

The burly man didn't even raise his head; his lips, pale from blood loss, were deathly white.

He said in a hoarse voice, "Chen Hu, a disciple of Amber Master. Officers, please go back first. I will go to the police station to give a statement after I finish cleaning the canteen. I started this matter, so let's end it here."

As he spoke, Chen Hu twisted his broken wrist, and with a teeth-grinding cracking sound, his left hand returned to normal and began to slowly open and close. It was hard to believe that this hand had been broken into three pieces by Saria's knee strike just a few minutes ago.

Looking at the bloodless hands, a hint of confusion appeared on Chen Hu's wooden face.

"Honey, that guy looks so strong, his muscles and bones are deformable, how come he's as soft as clay in your hands?"

The dormitory lights were deliberately dimmed to a twilight-like color.

A candle bought from the supermarket was placed on a shelf made of sesame oil from an aluminum can. Under the high temperature, the intoxicating aroma filled the small room.

"My Originium Arts can manipulate the surrounding calcium, and that guy's ability can change all the muscles and bones in his body. He's really troublesome, but unfortunately he ran into me."

Saria hummed softly as she enjoyed the massage, her voice languid, like Aphrodite sleeping in the Mediterranean.

"I changed the form of calcium in his body, turning the calcium in his bones into bone spurs like osteophytes. No one who excels in physical fitness can fight against osteomalacia and osteophytes."

Amanosaki exclaimed in amazement: "Manipulating the calcium in your entire body to cause disease without killing people, that's really difficult, isn't it?"

"I have a PhD in biology, so I know the human body very well."

Saria didn't take it seriously.

The Rhine Energy Suit and Special Shield were neatly stacked on the chair. Saria lay on the bed, her strong, wheat-colored back gleaming alluringly like roasted chicken in the dim light of dusk.

Amanosaki swallowed hard, suppressing his urge to lick her, and obediently knelt on one side of the bed, his hands, covered in essential oil, rhythmically rubbing Saria's fragrant shoulders.

Is such a beautiful body also a product of biology? He pondered, his thoughts drifting aimlessly.

As he rubbed, the essential oil spread on Seria's shoulders and the back of her neck, as if he had brushed a layer of oil onto a roast chicken.

"Hey, Amanosaki."

Saria, lying face down on the bed, had bright red ears and her voice, slightly dazed from being pressed down, carried a hint of annoyance:

"You're giving me a massage, but all you can think about is roast chicken?"

Amanosaki pressed his fingertips against Saria's undulating back muscles, muttering softly, "If I didn't think this way, could I have endured massaging you for over twenty minutes?"

Yes, Amanosaki, who has been a virgin for over twenty years, is now facing a very difficult situation.

He is a straight man who likes women, especially beautiful women.

Saria is not only a beautiful woman, but also a well-trained one.

Her back muscles were exceptionally full and elastic from exercise, and every movement exuded an aura of "health" and "temptation." The desire for a healthy female engraved in male DNA made Amanosaki want to rush over and lick her vigorously.

Amanosaki was originally a huge leg fetishist, but today, he suddenly understood why Japanese people are so fond of the back of a woman's neck.

Saria's neck was slender, which appeared even more delicate against the backdrop of her well-developed back muscles.

She lay prone, the curve of her neck in the dim light resembling an elegant and pure swan drawing water.

Her long, fine, soft silver hair cascaded around her neck, perfectly resembling swan feathers.

The angelic nape of her neck is captivating, while following the S-curve, Amanosaki's experiment descends along the concavity of her spine, revealing the devil's desires through the fleshy lines and curves created by her briefs.

I can't look any further.

Amanosaki quickly closed her eyes, her hands kneading her shoulders with slight pressure, forcing herself to concentrate.

Saria, who was lying down, turned her head and saw Amanosaki trying to remain calm while keeping his eyes tightly closed. She gave him a mischievous smile.

Ice cold.

A chill ran across Amanosaki's face and landed on his chest.

Marine essential oil brushed against Amanosaki's nose, a strange bio-current surged through his chest, and his spine crackled.

Amanosaki's eyelids twitched, and he instinctively opened his eyes, then stood there frozen, his hand that had been groping Saria's back no longer moving.

"it's beautiful."

He muttered to himself.

Resting on his chest was Seria's bent, jade-like foot.

As the extremities of the human torso, the toes are cooler than the core areas such as the chest and abdomen.

The mischievous Saria even scooped some essential oil with her toes to further lower the temperature of her toes.

The toes that just brushed across Amanosaki's face were Saria's lustrous, rouge-colored toes.

Her round nails were neatly trimmed, her thumb, placed on her chest, was curved into a playful arc, and her four dangling toes were slightly curled, forming a work of art with her arch.

The curve of her upturned heels and taut calves is so perfect that Saria doesn't need stockings to lift her leg muscles; her calves are the epitome of the most perfect leg shape in the world.

A warm sensation fell from Amanosaki's aching nose, and his scalding nosebleed splattered onto Saria's calf, like red plum blossoms staining rice paper.

Amanosaki, his back hunched, said in a hoarse voice, "I can't hold it in anymore."

The dormitory fell silent, save for Amanosaki's heavy breathing.

A jade-like arm shot out in a flash, and in the midst of the dizzying spin, Amanosaki was tightly embraced by the hot, slippery body, its hard horns pressing against his chin.

Saria's tongue swirled lightly around his Adam's apple. Though it was meant to be teasing, Saria's actions carried the aggressive and wild nature of a tigress hunting her prey.

This contrast is sophisticated, and Amanosaki, being a novice, is no easy opponent.

"Is it because I don't allow it?"

Like a big cat purring softly in its throat when it's comfortable, Saria's mature voice had a slightly hoarse quality, making it quite alluring.

Amanosaki heard the bells of heaven ringing out in the evening.

He wrapped his arms around Saria's waist and bit her lips as he wished. Saria held Amanosaki tightly with one hand, and the two leaned close together while her other hand slid down silently.

Amanosaki groaned, looking at the once spirited and valiant Saria with her seductive eyes, and let go of his last shred of reason.

The candle flame licked at the aluminum can, and as it crackled and burned, thick white wax dripped down the towering candlestick, leaving mottled tear stains on the dining table.

……

Amanosaki was awakened by urgent knocking on the door.

He refused to get up because he had only gone to bed late last night.

The knocking grew more urgent, and Lin Shuyu's voice rang out from outside: "Mr. Amanosaki! Registration and testing are today, and the first lesson starts this afternoon. The central system shows that the phone sent to you is still at home, so please come out quickly!"

Amanosaki opened his eyes, his fatigue quickly fading away. The psychological satisfaction of completing the reproductive activity made him look at the metal ceiling and grin foolishly.

"What, has all your brains been drained out?"

A girlish voice rang out from the dining table, sweet and slightly coquettish, the familiar tone resonating in Amanosaki's ears.

He looked at the panel in his field of vision.

[Identity Reserve: Hinata Hyuga (Popularity: Emerging Talent 63%)]

【Saria (Popularity: Obscure, 82%)】

Amano Saki groped around on the bedside table, grabbed her phone, and opened the app. With a beep, the electronic window on the wall lit up, casting a virtual pastoral morning sunlight.

The air conditioner vents were widened as needed to blow in cool air and carry away the scent of photinia flowers from the air.

A girl in red sat on a chair, her short uniform skirt revealing her knees. Her slender fingers hooked onto 30 denier stockings, which she gently pulled up from her ankles, the light black fabric inch by inch covering her innocent calves and thighs, and enveloping her rounded buttocks.

With a snap, the girl withdrew her finger, and her short skirt fell down casually, concealing her alluring curves.

Her already alluring feet and legs were encased in 30 denier stockings, revealing glimpses of her flesh.

Amanosaki lay on the bed, a look of utter disappointment on his face.

The girl watched helplessly as the blanket was pushed up, and in a fit of anger and annoyance, she lightly stomped on it. Her twin ponytails, tied with black pointed bows, bounced up and down lightly with the step of the embarrassed and angry girl.

"You lecherous worm, you'll only drive up rice prices if you stay in this world, go die!"

Amanosaki screamed in agreement, unable to suppress the smile on his wrinkled face.

Yes, his girlfriend has changed again today. Yesterday she was the alluring and seductive steel rose, Saria, who tempted him to commit crimes like a tigress.

Today, however, she has transformed into the tsundere magician Rin Tohsaka, her black-stockinged feet stepping on Amanosaki, each step filled with affection.

No, if I keep stepping on it, I'll turn into a beast of desire again.

Yesterday's Saria was tempting, but today's Rin Tohsaka is tempting too!

Amanosaki grabbed the girl's fragrant foot and pulled Rin Tohsaka onto the bed. Amid Rin's shouts of "Pervert!" "Rogue!" "Vulgar!" "Bad guy!", Amanosaki was sent flying by the Jewel Magic and landed naked on the floor.

Rin gasped, her cat-like hands pressing down on the mattress, her trembling head peeking out from the edge, her face flushed, her jewel-like eyes filled with worry.

"Are you OK."

"Honey, you're so adorable."

"Go to hell!" A toe with taut black stockings stepped on Amanosaki's face.

Crackling sound.

"Mr. Amanosaki! I'm using my spare card to get in!"