Macho Harem Paradise Project

They are also fourteen, just in the right age for junior high school, two years older than Xiao Ai.

At this young age, instead of going to school, you stay at home all day wondering what to do. Do you really have to live a dark life with nothing to do but eat and sleep?

Then, this is where the kids go.

There are a total of seven initiators, which is equivalent to Yang Mingxiu having seven more daughters. It is not known whether he can summon the dragon.

They still need basic teaching, after all, they have never been to school.

At this point, the great people's teacher we are familiar with, Sato Sakie, makes a brilliant appearance.

“Is it a child this time?”

I breathed a sigh of relief. The succubus teacher who was always ordered around was finally assigned to a normal education target this time.

"The last time was a child from the Middle Ages, the time before was a witch from the Middle Ages, and this time it's a little kid..."

Sakie skillfully starts by explaining the basic rules of society, which include communication, gestures, rules, laws and so on.

Fortunately, these children are naturally smart, and with their strong concentration at such a young age, their learning progress is amazing.

After leaving these children to the teachers, he waved goodbye and went to the place he missed.

The witch's residence.

Compared to the bleak scene in the past when only Irena and her servant were here, this place is now much more lively. There is a plump and tall human reporter, a nightmare who always occupies the guest room and refuses to leave, and a little rabbit demon Alice who is always quarreling with Tsutsukakushi Tsukiko.

As if for convenience, Irena personally moved the originally sealed and exiled Black Forest space to her own backyard, so that the little rabbit demon Alice could come and play at any time.

From the outside, this is just a dilapidated and eerie villa. It might be a perfect location for shooting ghost movies, or an adventure spot for explorers or some exciting program crews. However, ordinary people without power cannot step into the witch's territory. Only those who are in high positions and have a little ability to establish connections with the other world are allowed to place commissions through letters.

"Just leave this little thing to us!"

The little rabbit demon and the little cat demon patted their chests and accepted the commission. It seemed to be an exorcism in a school. It seemed that the mannequins in the legendary health room had moved and would attack male students when no one was around late at night.

"Well, be careful~"

The pair of eyes that could make people intoxicated at a glance were slightly narrowed, revealing plump cherry lips and an extremely charming face. It was none other than Yang Ming Xiu's master when he entered the other world, the great witch of Europe, Irena.

The fair and plump body was well hidden under the wide purple witch robe. Her fingertips lightly touched the tip of her lips, and a low and charming sound comparable to that of a succubus came from her throat.

Besides wanting to train these two little guys who only know how to make noise at home, he also wanted to fill the vacancy of the outstanding disciple Yangming Xiuyi.

It is true that as his power expanded, his territory expanded from the small Shimokitazawa area to the entire Neon, but the disciple who was always busy no longer had time to accept commissions for exorcism. But now, there happened to be a suitable candidate.

The cat demon Tsutsukakushi Tsukiko, although lacking in combat ability, has successfully advanced to a higher level with the help of Yangming Shuichi.

Irena squinted her eyes and looked at her little pet. The two long tails extending from the patella had unknowingly become three tails. The end of each long black tail was emitting a strange light blue flame.

In Japanese legends, cat demons usually refer to two-tailed cat spirits, also known as ryū, which speak in human voices and sometimes eat people before transforming into their bodies to look for their next prey. Usually cat demons only attack people they hate, but if they encounter a cat spirit with a more ferocious temperament and more brutal methods, as soon as they see a person, they will hurt them without distinction.

But as a heritage and various Chinese legend systems, Yuezi should really have evolved to a higher level, rather than being just a small cat-shaped thing.

Looking at the little tail that the pet had added, Irena quickly found the type that Xiaoyuezi had evolved into in her memory.

The nine-tailed civet cat from China.

According to legend, when a cat is nine years old, it will grow a tail. One tail will be grown every nine years, and it will always have nine tails. After another nine years, a cat with nine tails will transform into a human form.

Does this mean that I have personally witnessed the growth of a future legend?

The two lively little guys walked out of the witch's territory arm in arm. Irena's pair of perfectly proportioned legs were crossed together, and her pink soles gently tapped on the wooden floor.

Going further up, there are only purple witch robes. You can't see anything else. You can only glimpse a little bit of the beauty of the ancient witch through the gaps in the robes.

?582 That year

Thinking of his outstanding disciple, who has become more and more daring recently, he has really taught his disciple to starve himself to death. Originally, their relationship was very close, and he regarded him as his support for the boring days in his long life. They were closer than relatives, and in the inner world where emotional relationships were close, the relationship was also very complicated.

Compared to Yukina Fuyuki, who simply wanted to protect her child and stay by his side, Irena's original wish was much more complicated.

A hint of sarcasm arose in my heart. There was nothing wrong with being closer than family members, but was he being a little too arrogant now?

Thinking of the scenes of bullying on the bed, Irena suddenly felt a little angry and even crushed the empty glass beaker in her hand.

Now I have indeed kissed him too much. I had clearly expected that I would slowly train him step by step so that he could reach the level of a hero of the Age of Gods in the flesh, and then I would taste the fruit that I had nurtured for a long time with my own hands. It must be as ripe and delicious as its appearance, and the juice would overflow with a light bite.

It should be like this.

As a result, I am the one who is dripping with juice on the bed...

"If I had known it was such a perverted power, I should have started bullying him with real weapons much earlier."

There is no such opportunity now. Even the position in bed depends on the disciple's mood.

However, considering that he had indeed given me enough of a taste of "women", let's forget about who has the upper hand and who has the final say.

I can't win anyway.

He sniffed and stirred the large stone pot below which was already producing dark purple bubbles. The wonderful colors were turning upside down, and one could even see bright emerald green from the surging bubbles. The combination of this and the dark purple was really frowning.

If this happened in the Middle Ages in Europe during the "Witch Hunt" period, Irena would probably be hated by everyone.

It was confirmed last time that the magic potion has no effect on Yang Ming Xiuyi. What a terrifying power. The power of life not only brings super high combat ability, but also perfect "resistance" without blind spots. In other words, if you want to defeat Yang Ming Xiuyi, you must win in all aspects directly. It is basically impossible to take shortcuts.

Poison, curse, assassination, sneak attack, just think of all the sinister tricks you can imagine, there is no way.

The witch focused on watching the stirring cauldron until it was finally completed. The dark purple and emerald green liquids were poured into small glass bottles, giving no one the urge to drink any of them.

"Oh?"

A slight touch of the barrier, a guest has arrived.

It wasn't her little pet, and it certainly wasn't the nightmare that was still sleeping soundly. It was unlikely to be a human reporter either. She was still a little scared when she looked at herself.

Well, the answer is obvious.

Irena licked her dry lips and gently ran her fingers across her robe. A wave of excited flesh trembled inside. Her chest suddenly felt hot, stirring in her body, and impulsive thoughts began to gradually rise to her mind.

Time and years are terrible things. They will dilute emotions and everything we once cared about. No matter how much effort we have put into the experience and memories, they will become a thing of the past after thousands of years, or even become a dusty corner in the memory and will not be easily recalled.

But beyond that, time has an alienating effect.

It will turn the special and heavy things in memory into fine wine stored underground, which becomes more delicious with the passage of time. The longer the wine is stored, the more meaningful its taste will naturally be.

The young and energetic Yang Ming Xiuyi broke into the witch's territory, and under the oppression and coercion of the European witches, he became their disciple and worked hard for them. This event was actually very short in Irena's long cognition of time, after all, it was no more than ten years.

But it is a profound experience that will never be forgotten in the long time.

"Little guy, do you know where you are entering?"

Irena watched with great interest the little boy who was pinned down under the pressure of space.

——A wild power holder who has not yet fully awakened. The purity he possesses at such a young age has unlimited potential.

Isn't this just like dripping nutrient solution carrying the seeds of life into a boring pool of dead water? No matter what is in the seeds, it will eventually cause ripples in the dead water and produce changes that no one can predict.

"Sorry, I didn't mean it. I thought there was a monster living here..."

The little guy who was pinned down and unable to move did not look particularly panicked. He just spoke sincerely. Seeing how overly frank he was, Irena roughly understood his intention and let go of her control over him.

"Youkai, why do you want to defeat those evil creatures that are born from human negative emotions?"

The phoenix eyes as gorgeous as violets looked at the little boy who was only seven or eight years old. Although he looked childish, he seemed to be very mature in his emotions. He lightly patted the dust off his body, like a child who was afraid of being discovered by his mother when he returned home because he was covered in dust after fighting outside.

"To harm innocent people is evil."

"So, you want to be a messenger of justice?"

"Uh... I don't want a red hedgehog head."

"Ok?"

What is this kid talking about?

"Nothing, just a character in an entertainment production. The man called the Messenger of Justice has a red-clothed hedgehog head."

"That's it."

After all, he is still a child, and he must be deeply influenced by these entertainment things.

With her eyes lowered, she looked at the little Yang Ming Xiuyi. There was no turbidity of evil nature in her eyes, but instead they were clear and firm. Irena just felt a little regretful why he was a little boy. If he was a girl, she could inherit her "witch" heritage.

It’s not that there haven’t been any male witches, but due to their physiological characteristics, most men cannot withstand the baptism of magic potions, so witches are generally only women.

“I don’t want to be anything, I just do what I want to do.”

"Oh? So those weird things bothered you?"

"No."

The little Yang Mingxiu's eyes flickered: "Weird", this word is quite suitable for those evil spirits who only attack the weak.

Then he shook his head. Although he was still young, for those urban legends and monsters that were set to only harm the weak, Yangming Shuichi, even if he was just a child, was definitely not their main target.

The excessively abundant Yang energy and vital energy were enough to make many weaker evil spirits feel uncomfortable even if they were just standing there.

“It’s just that they annoy me.”

"why?"

. . .

?583 The Second

Irena was indeed interested in this little boy. Whether it was his eyes, which remained as calm as a lake when he saw her overwhelming power, or the certain physical strengthening power emanating from his body, all made this stagnant pool of water restless.

Such an orderly character and unknown physical powers are simply treasures bestowed upon him by God.

Even though she knew that gods and Buddhas were meaningless, Irena couldn't help but give a thumbs up in her heart and say thank you to the gods.

"No matter what the reason is for the powerful thing to breed, it does not look for the cause and effect of harming itself, but instead chooses to harm those innocent and weak others. This kind of thing disgusts me."

Irena's eyes lit up.

Compared to high-sounding reasons, no matter how noble, the original intention of users with power is to naturally feel superior to others. They regard themselves as "special beings" and naturally hide their true thoughts more and do not reveal them easily.

"I am fighting for justice, for honor, for dignity..."

She has seen too many "reasons".

Maybe there is truth in it, but its credibility is far less than that of the little child in front of him, who is expressing his true feelings with great sincerity.

"Is this your reason for using your power recklessly? Don't you know that we are not allowed to use our power without permission?"

This was Irena's last attempt.

This sentence has two meanings. The first is to test whether he is the descendant or disciple of the old guy. If so, it might be a little troublesome to keep him by her side, but she will never let him go.

The second level is to continue to exert pressure and see whether he will change his rhetoric under the pressure of force.

That's called stress testing.

What people say when they are under great mental pressure is most likely to be true.

"I don't know! And even if I knew, I would do it!"

Little Yang Ming Xiuyi frowned. At the moment, he only had "body control" level 2 in his body, which meant that he had reached the level of a top human athlete with the body of a seven or eight-year-old child. In the eyes of the famous Irena, it had nothing to do with powerful elements.

But now, this tiny child, who has nothing to do with being powerful, can endure the oppression, look him in the eye, and continue to speak from the heart.

——He is really a promising talent.

After trying this far, there is no need to do anything further. Irena has made up her mind to keep the child by her side forever.

Little did he know that at this moment, the highly active "body control" in the little Yangming Xiuyi's body was subtly telling him not to leave this woman.

It was the same reaction as when I met the snow vegetables in the deep winter.

Irena showed a satisfied smile. The child was so outstanding that people would be willing to make some sacrifices.

Irena, who originally hated dealing with men, now chose Yangming Shuichi in her heart.

. . . . . .

"The use of strength should be integrated into every move. Don't be like a reckless man who only knows how to punch. Don't tense up your body. Relax a little."

"Are you tired already? How come your physical strength is not even as good as Tsutsukakushi Tsukiko?"

"Little brother, is it polite to look at the master like this?"

Memories of the past flashed through her mind, and Irena chuckled, suppressing her heavy breathing.

Waiting for the door to creak open, a tall man appeared at the witch's experiment.