Shiro's grades at university start improving considerably

Marry and reproduce, this chapter is gently offered by our great patron, Shinzo fucking Abe.

THE MAIDEN EMPIRE – A NEET'S ASCENSION

The Boardroom – A Prodigy Awakened

The glass-walled conference room of Hanakawa Holdings overlooked the glittering Barcelona skyline, the Mediterranean sun casting liquid gold across the polished mahogany table.

"Our earnings are projected to increase by another six percent if current market trends hold, President Trump's tariffs are a massive opportunity for us."

Shiro stood at the head, his tailored navy suit hugging shoulders that had finally filled out, the young man's once-pale complexion now kissed by the Spanish sun.

Spread before him were quarterly reports—profit margins spiking, expansion plans approved, investor interest skyrocketing.

"Another location in Milan by next quarter," murmured his CFO, a silver-haired Swiss man whose eyebrows had nearly vanished into his hairline at their growth projections.

"Perfect, I'll personally oversee this project."

Shiro smirked, tapping his Montblanc pen against the documents. "Double the marketing budget. I want every TikCocker influential in Europe live-streaming from our cafes."

Across the table, Rita—now Head Maid in title but so much more in function—uncrossed her stocking-clad legs, the whisper of nylon drawing every male executive's gaze.

"Fufu..."

The mature beauty's pencil skirt hugged the curve of her fat ass like a second skin, the blouse beneath her tailored jacket unbuttoned just enough to tease the swell of violet-inked flesh between her perky breasts.

"The VIP lounge in Lisbon needs special staffing," she purred, her crimson nails tracing the proposal. "Shall I train the new girls myself?"

Shiro's fat cock twitched against his thigh. Three years ago, he'd have stuttered at such a question. Now?

"Only after I've inspected them," he said, his low baritone dropping an octave. The Osiris Ring—a perfect replica from Stefano when he'd sold them—glinted on his right hand, a fraction of the antediluvian fallen divinity shimmered inside the relic

Breed

Dominate

Corrupt

The room temperature seemed to rise ten degrees.

The Flagship Café – Sin Wrapped in Lace

Le Chat Noir wasn't just Barcelona's most exclusive maid café—it was a phenomenon.

The moment patrons stepped through the wrought-iron gates into the courtyard, they were enveloped in a fantasy. Wisteria vines dripped from stone arches, their perfume mingling with the aroma of single-origin espresso and something darker. Every table had discreet privacy screens; every chair was positioned for optimal viewing of the main attraction.

Caterina—Mistress of Pleasure, as her embroidered apron proclaimed—glided between tables with a dancer's grace, her tray balanced effortlessly on one palm while the other accidentally brushed against customers' thighs. Her uniform was a masterpiece of calculated indecency: a corset that pushed her petite breasts into obscene cleavage, thigh-highs with lace tops that left just enough skin bare to tease.

"Your special blend, Signor Ricci," she murmured, setting down a cappuccino whose foam bore a perfect replica of her pouty lips. The businessman's fingers trembled as he reached for his wallet.

"No, no," Caterina giggled, catching his wrist. "Payment comes later... in the backroom."

The man nearly knocked over his chair in his haste to follow.

The Office – Stress Relief, Redefined

Shiro's private office above the café was soundproofed for very good reason.

Rita knelt before his leather chair, her lips stretched obscenely around his girth, her mascara smudged from the relentless pace he'd set. Her blouse hung open, the Hanakawa crest—branded just above her left breast—glistening with sweat.

"F-Faster," Shiro growled, fisting her hair.

Obedient as always, Rita doubled her efforts, her throat fluttering around him in practiced waves. The squelch of saliva, the whimpers she pretended to suppress—every sound was engineered to push him closer to the edge.

The door clicked open.

"The Milanese investors are impatient," Caterina announced, sauntering in with a stack of contracts. The pale vixen made no move to cover herself as Shiro's gaze raked over her naked body—the womb crest on her abdomen pulsed faintly, responding to the Ring's energy.

Shiro smirked. "Let them wait."

With a snap of his fingers, Caterina dropped the papers and crawled toward him, her nails scraping the Persian rug.

"Greedy master," she teased, nipping at his free hand. "Wanting both of us at once."

Rita pulled off with an obscene pop, her lips swollen. "He always does."

Shiro didn't bother with words. A jerk of his chin had Rita bending over the desk, her skirt flipped up to reveal nothing beneath. A pointed glance sent Caterina scrambling to lick his shaft clean before replacing her mother's mouth.

The contracts could wait.

His empire was built on far more pleasurable negotiations.

The Penthouse – Breeding the Future

Midnight found them in Shiro's penthouse, the floor-to-ceiling windows showcasing Barcelona's skyline like a conquered kingdom.

"Marry and reproduce, young master... marry a-*Ah!!*-nd, f-fuck... reproduce!!"

Rita straddled his lap in nothing but her thigh-highs, the voluptuous milf's sinful body dripping from three previous rounds, her womb crest glowing as Shiro's creamy seed threatened to spill once more. Caterina knelt beside them, her fingers working in tight circles over her clit, her moans music to her master's ears.

"P-Please," Rita begged, her nails digging into his shoulders as she rode him with **** abandon. "Mark me again... I need—!"

Shiro slapped her fat ass, the crack echoing off the glass. "You'll take what I give you."

"Nnngh!!"

Caterina whined, her own climax cresting. "M-Me next! I need it too—!"

The Osiris Ring flared, its violet light pulsing in time with their womb crests.

Breed

Dominate

Corrupt

Shiro roared as he filled Rita, his claws—when had they grown claws?—scraping down her spine.

"O-Ohmygod, yes!!"

"Nakadashi... Fill me up, yo-*AH!!*-ung master!!"

The breeding sows screamed in unison, their bodies arching as the corruption chained them to his tainted seed.

Outside, the city pulsed with neon.

Inside, a dynasty was being bred.