Crossover anime/manga, immediately transmigrated after death

She turned her head, a hint of amusement still lingering in her blue eyes: "Do you know what this feels like? It's like playing a game you're sure to lose, and then suddenly the referee announces you've won."

Zhang Yang said calmly, "I know your current state. It's the pleasure brought by the dopamine release after competing with your sisters."

Hayasaka Ai's smile faltered slightly.

"...How did you know?"

"Because you are Hayasaka Ai. Hayasaka Ai has few friends, almost none. Although she and Kaguya are master and servant, they are more like sisters." Zhang Yang's tone was as calm as still water. "Sisters have a competitive mentality, and the closer the relationship, the stronger the competitive mentality."

"When you 'win' against Kaguya, your dopamine system is activated."

Hayasaka Ai was silent for a moment, then sighed: "You really understand."

"After all, my life goal is to build a harem, so I have to have some thoughts about women." Zhang Yang shrugged.

“Okay, I admit it.” Hayasaka Ai relaxed and leaned back in her chair. “My feeling just now… was definitely that I had won by a large margin.”

"I've always considered Miss as my best sister."

"She is the most important person to me."

"But that's precisely why, when I found out I had actually beaten her... the thrill made it hard for me to calm down."

"It's like winning against your competitors in every exam. You know how that feels?"

Zhang Yang laughed and said, "So deep down you're still a competitive person."

“Who says otherwise?” Hayasaka Ai smiled.

As he laughed, the smile faded.

She thought of something.

"but……"

"But what?"

"But what should I do next?" Hayasaka Ai's voice turned somber. "I was just too happy. Now that I've calmed down and thought about it, I think... I'm doomed."

Zhang Yang waited for her to continue: "Tell me, how are you going to end up?"

“I am a double agent in the Shinomiya family.” Hayasaka Ai’s voice lowered. “The main family knows that I report information to Kaguya, but Kaguya does not know that I am a traitor.”

"But now you've brought me out. You've taken me away right in front of you, the 'savior of the Shinomiya family'."

Do you know what this means?

“In the eyes of the Shinomiya family, I am a traitor—a lowly maid who seduced the family’s savior and stole the man who should have belonged to the young lady.”

Her voice trailed off: "Especially, your decision to let me stay overnight last night."

Zhang Yang raised an eyebrow: "So you'll be dealt with?"

"Your entire family will be wiped out." Hayasaka Ai's tone was as cold as if she were stating a given fact. "My parents both work for the Shinomiya Group. My family are retainers of the Shinomiya family."

“In Japan, for a zaibatsu like the Shinomiya family… they don’t have to pay any price or give any explanation for dealing with a retainer.”

"Perhaps tomorrow, there will be no such person as Hayasaka Ai in this world."

The carriage was quiet for a moment.

Zhang Yang chuckled: "And then? What are you planning to do?"

Hayasaka Ai paused for a moment: "Aren't you worried at all?"

"Why should I worry?" Zhang Yang turned his head to look at her, a hint of amusement in his eyes. "You're my maid. Who would dare touch you?"

Hayasaka Ai's heart skipped a beat.

Zhang Yang continued, "And think about it carefully again. Does the Shinomiya family dare to touch you now?"

Hayasaka Ai blinked.

"Your parents both work for the Shinomiya Group. Yes, the Shinomiya family could easily deal with your family. But the situation has changed—the Shinomiya family needs to maintain its relationship with me. If they kill you, kill someone else's sweetheart, what's the point of this game?"

Hayasaka Ai was stunned.

“So now the situation is completely reversed. The Shinomiya family has to treat you like royalty, and even promote your parents and give them raises, just to avoid upsetting me.” Zhang Yang leaned back in his chair. “You are no longer their maid. You are their last lifeline to me, the middleman between the Shinomiya family and me.”

Hayasaka Ai's mind worked quickly, and a few seconds later, she laughed.

"you're right."

Her smile widened: "I'm no longer a maid."

“I am Kaguya’s best friend—at least that’s what I have to say to the outside world. The Shinomiya family wants to maintain their relationship with you through me, and they even have to find ways to please me.”

"Therefore, the Shinomiya family must take good care of my parents, and even arrange better positions, more benefits, and higher authority for them."

Hayasaka Ai laughed even louder: "Oh my god, I think... I really made a profit?"

Zhang Yang reached out and ruffled her hair: "Not bad, you're pretty quick-witted."

Hayasaka Ai shook her head: "Don't touch my hair, I spent a long time fixing it this morning."

"Go, go, go."

Zhang Yang withdrew his hand and looked her up and down: "But, Miss Maid, haven't you forgotten something very important?"

"what's up?"

"You haven't joined my harem yet."

Hayasaka Ai's smile froze.

"Um... well... but you took me away right in front of the young lady, the entire Shinomiya family knows I'm yours. And you're only saying this now..."

“That’s different,” Zhang Yang said seriously. “Taking you away is my decision. But whether you join or not is your own choice.”

“I never force anyone to do anything. If you don’t want to, you can get off the bus now.”

Hayasaka Ai: "..."

She stared at Zhang Yang with wide eyes.

You took me away in front of everyone in the Shinomiya family, saying things like, "This person let me stay in her room last night, so I took it."

Now you're telling me—you can choose not to get off the bus?

Hayasaka Ai took a deep breath.

"I really want to join your harem."

Zhang Yang raised an eyebrow, a hint of a smile playing on his lips: "Really?"

"Really. I dream about it." Hayasaka Ai's tone was very serious. "Look, you're handsome, capable, and have billions in assets. Plus, you're one of the few people who knows my true colors and is still willing to accept me. If I don't join your harem, whose harem will I join?"

Haji, how can you say such things just to survive?

However, Zhang Yang didn't care.

My goal is to build a harem. What difference does it make what method I use?

He was merely manifesting his invincible power.

"Ahem." Zhang Yang broke the silence. "Since you've already said you really want to join my harem, as a qualified harem master, I should give you a reward."

Hayasaka Ai looked up: "What reward?"

Zhang Yang pointed downwards: "Comfort it with your mouth."

Hayasaka Ai's brain froze for three seconds, her gaze falling on the direction Zhang Yang was pointing.

Move it away.

It fell back down.

"...Are you serious?"

Do you think I'm joking?

Hayasaka Ai bit her lower lip.

My heart is beating very fast.

My cheeks are burning.

Outside the car window, the scenery kept flashing by.

The driver sat in the front seat, separated by a soundproof barrier, unable to see or hear anything coming from behind.

She checked the car; there were no security cameras...

Most importantly, if I refuse, will I be thrown off the bus?

If I were thrown down now, I'd probably be thrown into cement an hour later, right?

The scenery outside the car window began to rush past.

Sunlight streamed through the gaps in the leaves into the car, casting interplay of light and shadow on Hayasaka Ai's back.

Only faint sounds remained in the carriage.

Hayasaka Ai slightly raised her eyes and glanced at him, her blue eyes veiled with a thin layer of moisture.

Then she lowered her head again.

The car was going a little faster than before.

Chapter 101 Do you want a maid, or Xiao Ai?

The Maybach was parked in front of a high-rise apartment building in the port area.

Zhang Yang looked up and saw that the building was entirely made of glass curtain walls, reflecting a cold white light in the afternoon sun, and the outline of the top-floor duplex was vaguely visible.

"We've arrived." The driver respectfully opened the car door.

Hayasaka Ai got out of the car first, stood by the roadside straightened her skirt, and looked up at the building: "You live here?"

“Yes, it’s one of the inheritances left by my parents.” Zhang Yang swiped his card and entered the lobby.

The elevator climbed all the way up and stopped at the top floor.

The door opened, revealing a spacious entryway large enough to fit an entire ping-pong table.

The dark marble floor gleamed with a soft light. To the left was a huge floor-to-ceiling mirror, and to the right was a row of custom-made shoe cabinets. Further inside, the living room felt rather spacious.

The floor-to-ceiling windows offer a panoramic view of Tokyo Bay, where the sea glistens in the sunlight, and the Rainbow Bridge spans the water in the distance, connecting Odaiba and Shibaura.

Zhang Yang changed into slippers, threw his coat on the sofa, and sank into it.

Comfortable.

Hayasaka Ai stood in the entryway, took off her shoes properly, and looked around: "Your house is nice."

"It's alright, I live alone anyway." Zhang Yang leaned back on the sofa and took out his phone. "If you want something to drink, just get it from the fridge."

Hayasaka Ai nodded and walked towards the kitchen.

Zhang Yang stared at his phone screen, his thumb swiping across the contacts list a few times.

He kept in mind what Shigu Yanan had said—it seemed that the people in China had discovered his existence and were trying to contact his old acquaintances.

But after searching through his entire contact list, he couldn't find a single domestic number.

not a single one.

My contacts only include a few Japanese people: my school teachers, real estate agents, and Chika and the others I just added.

Not a single one. Spirit

Zhang Yang frowned, reached out his hand, and a piece of paper appeared out of thin air in his field of vision.

It was precisely the [space-traveling] ability that gave him his identity; with just a slight sense, Zhang Yang immediately understood.

All past connections have been severed, and all old acquaintances and data have been deleted.

After reading it, Zhang Yang remained silent for a moment, then put the identity paper away.

Cut ties with the past.

No wonder they didn't leave a single phone number.

"The settings for traversing space are quite thoughtful," Zhang Yang muttered. "They even helped you sever all ties."

"What are you looking at?" Hayasaka Ai walked over with a glass of ice water and sat down on the sofa next to him.

"It's nothing, just some small things."