Chapter 102: Doni’s Challenge
In the heart of bustling London, amidst the throngs of pedestrians and the roar of vehicles, Ren remained completely unaware of the inner turmoil involving him in another part of the world. He never suspected that in Japan, two of his five quintuplet sisters-in-law – the quiet Miku and the cheerful Yotsuba – were making him the object of their hidden sexual fantasies.
Had he been aware of it, his reaction might have differed for each woman.
For Miku, Ren might have been tempted. The shy girl, now grown into a young woman, was still a virgin. With his scumbag nature, Ren would have gladly accepted his sister-in-law's virginity, even though Miku was the older sister of Itsuki, his pregnant girlfriend. For him, it would have been a fun little game, especially since Miku had never been touched by another man.
However, Yotsuba? That was another story.
Ren suffered from a mild case of mysophobia, a fear of dirt or things he considered "tainted." For most men, MILFs—married women—held a certain allure because of the tempting sense of immorality in conquering them.
But Ren was different. He had a firm principle: only virgin women were worthy of his touch. Women who were already "used" by other men, like Yotsuba who was married to Fuutarou, would never enter his radar. For him, this wasn't a matter of morality in the conventional sense, but a personal principle he held steadfastly.
This afternoon, Ren didn't speed across London using Godspeed. He chose to walk, enjoying the city's atmosphere, which still felt foreign and interesting to him. The gray London sky lent a melancholic touch to the historic buildings and neatly arranged parks.
After all, he had exploited the Holy Grail in London until its magical energy was almost depleted. His main mission was complete, and now it was time to return to Japan. His plan was to leave London tonight.
Since Hayasaka was diligently focused on studying magic at their London base, Ren didn't bother her to accompany him on his walk. He enjoyed his solitude, strolling like an ordinary tourist admiring London's famous landmarks.
He paused briefly in front of Buckingham Palace, observing the guards in their distinctive red uniforms. Then, he walked along the banks of the River Thames, enjoying the view of the London Eye and the towering skyscrapers in the distance.
"London... a city full of history." He muttered to himself, his voice almost drowned out by the honking of cars and the chatter of people around him.