It was only 3:00 PM. Alistair had four hours to kill before his tryst. On the train, he pulled out the text message Shima Izuki had sent him the previous night.
A meeting? That's all? He tucked his phone away.
He had planned to check on Mina and the others to see if their "Lust" levels had reached a harvestable state. Lust grew exponentially; the more you waited, the sweeter the fruit. But after the text, he decided to scout the headquarters of the "Goddess Cult"—the cult that had tried to wipe his memories.
He knew one thing for sure: it was an evil cult.
No "normal" religion focused on group orgies as a path to spiritual peace and "primordial instinct." Alistair actually liked the idea of orgies, but he couldn't allow a cult he didn't control to operate near his territory. What if they snatched his girls? He either had to take over as the sole master of the orgy or wipe them out.
Besides, the last time he met Shima, she had drained his Mystery. But things were different now. A third of his Mystery was now "Holy" energy from Anna. If Shima tried to drain him again, the clashing energies would likely blow her up.
As Alistair approached the residential area where the headquarters was supposed to be, his phone's GPS suddenly froze.
"The hell? No signal?"
The map was dead. In a modern city, a total dead zone was rare unless someone was using a signal jammer.
Some psycho is running a jammer in a residential area? Alistair was annoyed. He could find the way from memory, but he hated being offline. He couldn't even chat with his girls.
He activated [The Hunt] to track the source of the interference. The traces of the jamming waves became visible to his eyes, leading him away from the cult HQ toward a standalone house. The front gate was locked, but the front door was wide open, and there were messy footprints leading inside.
A burglary? Alistair was curious. He'd never seen a real crime in progress.
He used [The World] to vault over the gate silently. He crept to the front door and peered inside.
"Have you made up your minds? My patience is limited."
A red-haired guy wearing a bandana was lounging on a sofa. Three other muscular guys stood around him. They were focused on the occupants of another sofa: two girls.
Alistair nearly gasped. The girls looked incredibly young—maybe twelve to fourteen. They were almost certainly sisters, with matching round faces and large, tear-filled eyes. They looked like middle schoolers.
But Alistair's eyes widened at their figures. Even for an anime-logic world, this was absurd. The girls had massive breasts—larger than Chiaki's—pressed together as they huddled in fear. It was a "great fruit on tiny branches" situation.
"Crying won't help," the bandana-wearer sneered, waving his phone. "You got us thrown in juvie for ten days. We have a jammer now, so don't even think about calling the cops. If you let us play with you for one night, we'll call it even. Otherwise... these photos of you two kissing go public. Everyone will know the Sakuramiya sisters are not only lesbians but incestuous ones too."
Alistair was unimpressed. These "delinquents" were losers. Blackmailing kids over a kiss? They were a disgrace to "thugs" everywhere.
"Five minutes. Then I hit send on every community board."
"Um, Boss? The jammer is still on," a brown-haired lackey whispered. "You can't send anything unless I turn it off."
The leader glared at him but didn't respond. The sisters, meanwhile, looked like they were about to faint from terror.