[Morning, Davis Residence]

It was early in the morning, a little past seven, and in the Davis residence, inside the kitchen, Jonathan — who had just woken up, wearing only pants and barefoot — was cheerfully preparing his breakfast for school.

A light, content smile stayed on his face as he hummed some random song. His happiness was obvious, and the reason for it was clear: he was happy for finally having eaten Elizabeth. Not only that, now he could finally continue his plan of getting his harem. He just needed to follow his pre-orchestrated plan.

Finishing spreading jelly on a toast, he licked the excess off the knife as a soft, tired-sounding hum came from behind him.

And when he looked at the source, he found a sleepy Elizabeth dragging her feet slowly across the floor while rubbing her eyes.

"Good morning, sleepyhead. Did you sleep well?" Turning to her and crossing his arms, he asked, smiling.

Hearing him, she pulled her hand away from her eyes and stared at him dryly, her hair above her head a mess like a bird's nest.

"What do you think?" She asked with that raspy voice of someone who had just woken up.

"I think you slept very well, at least that's what your face tells me right now." He said with a contemplative look and a hand on his chin.

As if it were possible, her dry stare became even drier as she simply stared at him for a moment.

Huffing lightly, she approached him in dragging steps.

"No, I didn't sleep well. That's your fault, you damn freak." She said in a complaining tone. Getting closer to him, she abruptly bent forward, practically throwing her forehead against his chest and closing her eyes.

"Is that so? Then thank you very much." He said, gently rubbing the back of her neck.

"That wasn't a compliment…" she muttered softly.

"Well, for me it is." He replied, smiling in satisfaction.

After all, her state was precisely because of him — specifically because of his abnormal stamina. Yesterday, after he started eating her in doggy style, they both eventually came again after a few minutes, but that hadn't been enough for him.

He could still keep going and wanted to keep going. And so, the two of them had sex for exactly two and a half hours, based on what he was able to calculate after leaving her room.

They had sex for a long time and, in total, he had only ejaculated around six times, which was already a pretty absurd number… just not more absurd than the fact he lasted two and a half hours.

But that would only be in the eyes of someone who doesn't know anything. After all, he wanted a harem, and as a man with that goal, he prepared himself accordingly.

Having monstrous stamina, capable of having sex for long periods of time, and maximum control over his ejaculation was a skill he should have.

So yes, that ability was something he developed over the years.

It wasn't a unique trait of the men in that world, even with their natural ability to last longer. Jonathan was indeed a freak.

However, he wondered how she'd react if he told her he had still been holding back.

Not in terms of time, since his limit was a little over two and a half hours, but rather because he hadn't used all of his ability and knowledge of the female body to give her the maximum pleasure.

In the end, he thought he'd leave that as a surprise.

"So, how are your legs?" He asked as he continued gently rubbing the back of her neck.

"Sore… and I can barely feel my thighs. My groin is also really sensitive…" she said, still in a sleepy tone.

"Great, great. I'm glad to hear that." He nodded to himself, giving himself an imaginary pat on the back, satisfied with his work.

Turning her head slightly, she gave him a sideways glance, to which he only smiled in response.

Letting out a tired sigh, she pulled her head away from his chest, raising one arm to stretch while the other covered her mouth in a yawn.

Seeing how she genuinely looked exhausted, he gave her a light tap on the waist and gestured toward the table.

"Here. I made breakfast for you. And since I figured you'd be really tired, I prepared banana with oats for you, as well as one of your favorite plates: toast with jelly and orange juice."

Lowering her arm and pulling the other away from her mouth, she silently looked for a moment at the breakfast on the table, blinking calmly. Then, shifting her gaze to him, she smiled softly.

"Thanks."

Returning the smile, he pulled her by the waist, pressing their bodies together. "You don't need to thank me. After all, this is something natural."

Then, holding her chin and squeezing her cheeks lightly, making her pout a bit, he gave her a quick peck on the lips before pulling away.

"Now go take a shower before eating. Your breath stinks." He said, walking past her and giving her butt a slap.

Not reacting to the slap, she huffed with a scrunched expression. "You say my breath stinks and still kiss me, and another thing: don't be so obvious like that, or the others might see."

"Hahaha. I'll think about your case." He said, heading toward the stairs, returning to his room.

And as he climbed the stairs, he couldn't help but smile in amusement at what she had implied.

She was indirectly accepting the fact that he would eventually try to seduce the other two.

After all, it wasn't news what he was doing. All three were aware of his behavior and how he, in a subtle and continuous way over the years, tried to seduce them or at least make them accept the idea of sharing him among themselves.

Was it manipulation? It was. He didn't deny it. But it wasn't like he had many options either. After all, he wasn't a harem protagonist, but rather a greedy and ambitious guy.

'It's like the old saying: you only live once, even though this is my second life.' He thought as he entered the room.

That action of hers represented silent support for his goals, although it didn't directly mean she agreed or that she would actually accept. It was somewhat contradictory, he knew that, but that was standard female behavior, in the end.

Either way, he would deal with it in the future. Although, honestly, he wasn't sure if he would really keep his relationship with Elizabeth hidden.

'I think, for now, the wisest decision would be to observe, although since we live in the same house and all the other factors, it shouldn't take long before they notice what happened. If they haven't already. Women are also very sensitive to that.' He reflected briefly, already deciding.

Then he continued getting ready for school.

...

At school, inside the classroom, with his arms crossed and lazily balancing a pen between his lip and nose, Jonathan silently listened to the teacher talking about something in History.

Calling him from the side and drawing his attention, Tyrone leaned toward him, showing his phone with an amused smile on his face.

"Hey, look at this." He whispered.

Looking at the screen, Jonathan saw that it was TikTok, and in it a clearly AI-made video was playing — a cat and a humanoid pineapple doing a bunch of random things one after another, with no context at all.

Looking to the side, he saw it had over a million views and sixty thousand likes, with more than a thousand comments.

"Isn't it cute?" Tyrone asked, smiling with his eyes completely focused on the screen.

Shifting his gaze from the phone to him, Jonathan stared silently for a moment.

"I think your perception of 'cute' is a little wrong, isn't it?"

"Why do you think that?" Tyrone asked, raising an eyebrow.

Without saying anything, Jonathan looked at the phone before looking back at him.

As the video restarted once again, Tyrone watched, staring at the screen for a few seconds in silence before finally shaking his head.

"You're the weird one." He said with a tone of finality, waving his hand dismissively at Jonathan. Then, without saying anything else, he returned to his seat.

Staring at that shameless guy with an impassive look, Jonathan turned his face to the other side toward Chad; he then pointed at Tyrone while looking at Chad with a raised eyebrow.

He didn't say anything — his expression said it all.

Leaning over the desk, resting his chin in the palm of his hand, Chad laughed when he saw his face. Then he shrugged as he answered:

"But he's not exactly wrong. And your sense of humor is kinda bad too."

Hearing that, Jonathan shot back the same impassive look, which only made Chad laugh even more.

Narrowing his eyes, Jonathan pointed at him as if he were about to say something, but stopping, he apparently gave up as he shook his head, leaning back on the chair and crossing his arms again.

'Yeah… I really have to tell these two what's going on.' He had already thought for a moment whether or not he should tell the truth, but considering that lying would be useless since he didn't plan on distancing himself from them, the only option left was to tell them.

The real question was how Maya would deal with it, and whether he should talk to her first. But he still hadn't decided, and that was the only reason he hadn't told them anything yet. That, of course, besides the fact he was still dealing with the reactions of Elizabeth, Marianne and Rachel.

'What a headache.' He thought, sighing. 'And I still have the problem with Alexis to deal with… that's going to be tiring.'

He remembered the girl who kept acting disturbingly friendly.

...

[Night, Davis Residence]

Later, already back home, it was night, and at that moment Jonathan was in his room, taking a look at all the equipment he had brought from the Secret Base.

Standing in front of the bed, with all the devices neatly arranged on it, he held a futuristic weapon while admiring it.

"I'm really curious to know what it feels like to shoot this." He murmured while holding the weapon.

"What are you doing?" Suddenly, attracting his attention when he heard the voice, he looked back and found Marianne standing at the door.

"Nothing much, just taking a look at what I brought."

"Oh..." She nodded with an understanding look, but then her expression changed, her eyes shining with excitement as she quickly approached him.

"Let me see it!" She said, reaching out her hand.

Laughing lightly at how excited she seemed, he handed her the weapon.

"Here. But be careful, don't pull the trigger."

Rolling her eyes, she replied. "Obviously. Who do you think I am?"

Taking the weapon, she began examining it with a sharp look of admiration, even holding it as if she were going to shoot, pointing at the wall and closing one eye. "...When am I going to be able to shoot with this gun?"

"You'll have to wait. First I'm going to learn how to use it, then I'll teach you." He said, smiling as he watched her looking like a child with a new toy.

"Really? I can't wait." She said, excited.

Then, stroking the weapon, she smiled mischievously, chuckling softly. "Kekeke… my precious…"

Laughing lightly, Jonathan then grabbed another piece of equipment from the bed, choosing that one for a specific reason.

Looking at it for a moment, he found a small button and pressed it, placing it on his face.

It was the x-ray vision goggles.

Blinking a few times, he saw how he could actually see through things — for example, his clothes inside his wardrobe — but since he had something more interesting near him to serve as a test, he turned his head toward Marianne.

But the sight that greeted him made him stop — what he saw were muscles and tendons underneath, not her skin.

'Too strong.' Looking for something to adjust the level, he found a small dial on the other side and turned it, his vision changing.

'Oho, now that's it~.' Smiling, he now admired the sight of Marianne's bare breasts and her pink shorts-style panties.

'Hahaha, incredible~.' Since she wasn't wearing a bra under her shirt, he could see her nipples, same tone as her skin, something that wasn't new to him.

But he wondered for a moment if he should adjust the vision to see under her panties as well. 'Nah, better not, that would ruin the fun.' He quickly dropped the idea.

'Still, pink huh? That is surprising.' He didn't expect to see that color, and just when he decided to tease her a little, the black phone on top of his bed projected a hologram on its own.

With the hologram drawing his attention and Marianne's, Maya's face formed, looking toward them.

"Jonathan, come to the base tomorrow as early as possible, the location of your first mission has been decided."

Without waiting for a response, she disappeared as abruptly as she appeared, the hologram vanishing.

"Well... that was something." He said, scratching his chin — he was surprised, he didn't expect to hear that so soon and out of nowhere.

"Hm... I think you better tell mom and Liz." With a furrowed brow, Marianne beside him didn't look pleased.

"I already planned to." Shifting his eyes to her and seeing her sulking expression, he ruffled her hair. "Don't worry, I'll be fine, I can't die before hugging your thighs, you promised after all."

"Sure." She rolled her eyes at him with a slight mocking smile, but he could easily tell she was just trying to hide her embarrassment.

"Anyway, let's go, let's tell them." Placing the weapon on the bed, she turned toward the door.

"Sure~." He followed right behind her, the goggles still on his face letting him see her full butt pressed against the pink fabric.

She looked over her shoulder at him as if noticing something wrong while they walked.

And he only smiled in response — he wasn't going to waste the opportunity that had just fallen into his lap.

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