76 Chapter 76

Nejire was at my house, a week after I had proposed to her. She was on my bed, jumping naked, examining the changes the dual cultivation had done to her.

"Wow, you didn't lie when you said it can make me stronger," Nejire grinned as she floated.

Usually, after sex, she'd be drained, tired, and in a bit of pain.

I was a super powerful monster after all.

But for the last week, that monster was getting drained out of energy.

'She's lucky I'm at heavenly realm level 5 now. With the massive difference, reaching earth level will require her no time.' I thought to myself. Dual cultivation was something unique. The stronger your partner, the quicker you ascend levels. Besides, her training method wasn't focused on foundation, but more on cultivation speed. That usually would be deadly in cultivation worlds as it'd put her on the same level of that one level below her. But in this world, it didn't matter.

Currently, Nejire reached the 5th level of Qi refining. Although her lifespan didn't increase much, her stamina increased drastically so she could do her ultimate move. Teaching her dual cultivation wasn't a problem. I could do that through sharingan by putting her in an illusion where she was forced to cultivate – more like a wet dream than actual training.

"Glad you liked it," I raised a thumb up. Having her stronger had its benefits for me. I could exert more power and didn't have to hold myself. Well, once I get to the 4th level in the system, my power will increase drastically with immortal cultivation resources. By that point, I hoped that I wouldn't cause an earthquake whenever I get some action.

Reaching the 4th level in the system was going to happen soon in the near future. After I had consumed Orochimaru's knowledge, I shared a bit of it with my scientists about cloning quirks. They were amazed by the researches I provided, and they started working on quirk cloning machines. The good thing about them is that they were injectable.

Nejire jumped and landed on my chest, kissing me on the lips. Unlike her usual self who would rest by the side, she took more initiative.

"Wanna have a quick round before school begins?" She said.

Did I mention that she stayed overnight, and she was allowed to stay?

"Why not?" I shrugged and enjoyed the peaceful moment.

-x-X-x-

"Kenshiro. What's the solution to this?" Pointed Midnight at the board.

I opened my eyes and raised my head from the desk, looking at the board. There was a mathematical equation. I didn't know why she was teaching mathematics to the second year while she used to teach history for the first year. But again, most heroes don't have to go to college. Being a hero graduated from high school allowed anyone to teach at high school.

'Being drained of extra energy is surely relaxing.' I thought as I went to the board and solved it.

"That's correct," she nodded approvingly, "But why aren't you paying attention as usual."

Right, usually I'd pay her curves attention.

"Didn't you receive the invitation?" I asked.

"You're mind absent because you're planning for a birthday party?" She deadpanned.

I turned to Nejire and saw her face turning red. She didn't tell anyone about it.

"My wedding." I said.

"What!"

"How the hell did he get to marry at this age!"

"Kenshiro, you traitor! Not only are you dating, but you're going to marry!"

Midnight had her jaw dropped a bit as she stared at me with wide-opened eyes.

I know, I was being rude saying that to a woman past her 30s while being her student.

She'd be thinking, 'Am I too old now?'

"I was planning to tell you later," I shrugged.

"Who's the bride?" Midnight closed her mouth and asked.

"You can guess," I replied.

"Nejire. Right." She sighed, "Just don't drop out of school."

I then made my way back to my desk, ignoring the gazes of my classmates.

But there was a particular one who gave me the gaze that I'm a traitor.

It was Tamaki. "First you date, now you're marrying."

"Good for me," I replied, smiling. "Life is short anyway. Better start today than tomorrow."

After I said that, I lowered my head. Other than waiting, I didn't have much to do now that my shadow clones were training instead of me. My scientists were in the middle of cloning quirks, and Rin was making money as usual. There was nothing I could do for now.

-x-X-x-

Almost another week had passed, leaving me 24 hours before my wedding.

My rank had increased as a warrior, breaking from heroic rank to epic rank. As a mage, I'm still in the 4th circle, nothing major happened. As a cultivator, I was nearing the 6th heavenly level, and that's only thanks to me spending a lot of resources on the shadow clones.

Today was a day before my wedding. Just to make sure no one would hate me in the future, I had sent invitations to classmates and others whom I knew.

'Seriously, what did they create weddings for? Is it for pictures? Is it to feed people… or is it for the bride and families to show off… I hate this already.'

I thought as I looked at the mirror, staring at myself wearing a suit for the first time in my life. I'm a muscular dude, so any wrong movement and I could rip it off.

'The price I have to pay to assure daily fun.'

Suddenly, my phone rang. I reached into my pocket. ZIP And my suit was ruined. I picked up anyway.

"What's up Rin?" I asked. Since she'd been calling me occasionally and every day, I didn't know if it's about that thing or not. So, I had to pick up and still be calm.

"You sound to be in a bad mood. A bit nervous," she chuckled.

"Not really. Anything new?"

"Can't I just call to check on you?"

"You can," I said, and I was about to end the call.

"Anyway, the villains will attack 24 hours later. I've sent you the details of their attack."

"Oh," My finger halted, not cutting the call.

"By this point, they will not change their plans. Anyway, good luck preparing for that," she said dismissively.

-x-X-x-

I was at the backyard of my villa, wearing my hero outfit, looking at Nejire, who's going to live permanently with me, and by permanently, I meant for at least 700 years… that'd be my lifespan the next year.

Since Japan wasn't particularly a religious country, most weddings were imitations of dramas' weddings.

"You may kiss the bride," said the government agent who was dressed as a priest.

With that being said, I looked into Nejire's blue eyes before focusing on her pink lips.

I bent a bit, and my lips landed on hers, my hand grabbing her waist.

A few claps echoed.

Members of the National Diet, politicians, my funded Hero Commission members, and some military figures were present.

After the kiss was done, and the man cosplaying as a priest announced us as husband and wife, everyone came over to congratulate me and take pictures.

On the other side were a team of bodyguards.

There was something fishy about them.

But, if I were honest, in this situation, I felt like a chess master who had anticipated every movement of his opponent.

Well, to be more precise, I felt like a chess player who was cheating with the help of a bot that knew every counter.

Life wasn't fair. Villains weren't, and definitely not me.

A hand tapped my shoulder.

"Congratulations, Kenshiro San." It was a military official who said that. Even the military was interested in the super man shot I was offering. Having opened my business to international trading had alerted the government of my country.

I didn't mind inviting them as it would give me some form of power within the hero society.

Anyway, while handling Tomura Shigaraki, I could still do business and please my girl.

Multitasking was difficult, but I was a busy man, and I could use my time effectively.

'Everything will go according to plan.'

If my plan worked, then I'd not only save Japan, but I'd also have a golden mine.

-x-X-x-

With disgust, Shigaraki Tomura observed how Kenshiro had kissed his fiancée.

"This corrupt society," he muttered. People like Kenshiro, who had money and hero status, were allowed to bend the law to their side and do as they pleased.

Just seeing how many big figures were here, Tomura's belief was affirmed. That belief was the necessity to take down this fake hero society.

Currently, Tomura was wearing makeup that changed his pale, cracked skin into a tanned one.

Using a walkie-talkie, he walked to the corner and murmured, "Be ready. We'll attack once they get into their room."

"Affirmative."

"Positive."

After they had obtained information about the people who were hired to become security, Tomura had attacked them and formed a team of villains who took after their appearance.

With this, once the poor Kenshiro put his dick in that blue-haired girl, he would have his hands on them. He would use Nejire as a hostage to guide Kenshiro to his master. And once they got his quirk, he would toy with them. It would be fun to see what kind of face Kenshiro would make once they got his bitch decaying, slowly and painfully.

Tomura turned his head and took a deep breath, calming the deep grudge he had against the heroes.

Kenshiro kissed Nejire and lifted her, walking her to his mansion.

Tomura walked slowly behind everyone else.

As he was taking over the appearance of the vice security chief, they made way for him, and no one stopped him from entering the villa.

Once Tomura entered, he turned his head left and right.

He heard a couple of giggles, which he knew to whom they belonged.

"I've got you within my grip," he thought as he turned his head to see the blue-haired and black-haired individuals entering a certain room.

Tomura followed.

He was more excited than the married couple on their first night.

He stood at the door, giving them enough time to strip.

Just as he heard the zipper, he opened the door slightly, throwing a light grenade to stun them, before entering and dashing quickly as the couple who were about to engage in the act.

Just then, they looked at him with unsurprised eyes, even when he had both of his hands on them.

"Kenshiro San, hope you remember me?" asked Tomura with his real voice.

Puff the blue-haired girl suddenly was surrounded by a puff of smoke.

In her stead, another Kenshiro appeared.

'What?' Tomura, confused, looked between the two.

Two Kenshiro.

'Hold on!' Tomura opened his eyes widely.

The door behind him suddenly closed.

When he turned his head, he saw Kenshiro sitting on a chair, his hand on the door.

"Thank you for accepting my wedding invitation, Tomura San," said Kenshiro calmly.

Tomura's heartbeat thundered in his ear.

The weight he had felt on his hand vanished, only to realize that the illusions he'd been gripping vanished into thin air.

By the glare Kenshiro was giving him, Tomura realized that the bride wasn't the one to get fucked tonight.