RESTART WORLD

As dusk settled, Haruka's second villa came alive with warm light.

The glow spilled from the living room through glass doors, mixing with the shimmering pool and marble showers. The night buzzed—half nervousness, half something new.

Akane stood quietly in the hallway, eyes scanning a scene she didn't expect. Yariko, Bitchko, Kuroko, Bakako, Noriko, Yuruko, and Erika gathered. Each wore a mix of curiosity, rivalry, and subtle smiles hiding old pain.

Haruka had found them all in dark places. Each woman had been forced—trapped by debts, blackmail, or worse. They needed help and money. Now, here, they were safe.

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He made it clear, "I brought you all here because no one else was helping. Those who forced you—those who threatened you—they are all with the police now. I made sure of that."

The women exchanged looks, relief softening their faces.

Bitchko smirked, teasing, "So, what's this? Our new home?"

Haruka smiled softly. "Yes. This is your home now. Your safety, your future."

He paused, voice serious. "But this world is strange. There are hidden forces working against us. Evil artifacts, hypnotic devices, reincarnations of demons walking among us."

The room quieted.

Haruka continued, "You are perfect for this—trained by experience, careful, strong. I want you to watch closely. Find those who use special hypnotic phones, notes, sticks. Those who control others with dark magic."

Erika's red hair caught the light as she nodded. "You mean… spies? Hidden enemies?"

"Exactly," Haruka said firmly. "In the school, the city—they are here. We must find them."

The women looked at one another, a fierce new purpose growing.

Bitchko grinned. "So, we're hunting demons now? Like real witches and warlocks?"

Haruka laughed softly. "Something like that. But it's not a game. It's real."

Later, as the night grew deeper, laughter rose from the pool. The water held the soft sounds of teasing and trust.

Yariko swam close, water dripping over her skin. "So, you really won't tire?"

Haruka set his arms carefully around her. "Try me. There's a lot you haven't seen."

The others reached out, fingers tracing over his strong frame.

Erika whispered to Bitchko on the deck, "He's strong. But it's more than muscle. It's like he can protect us…"

Bitchko smiled, eyes gleaming. "Like an addiction. Hard to let go."

In the steam of the shower, Kuroko joined Haruka and Yuruko. The dim light wrapped the three together in warmth and quiet safety.

Haruka ruled the night with care and strength. When Erika's fingers tangled with his under the shower's waterfall, her voice dropped to a whisper, "Again, please, Haruka."

Noriko rested her head on his chest, murmuring, "I needed this more than I realized."

In the bedroom, they curled together on one large bed. Warmth wrapped skin and trust. Every night carried the same rhythm — heavy with intimacy, soft with laughter, healing old wounds.

Days fell into steady patterns—teasing in the pool, soft showers, quiet breakfasts touched by shared smiles. Every few hours brought laughter and closeness, moments of trust growing between them.

On day seven, Haruka gathered everyone. The soft morning sun hit their faces, tired but eager.

He handed out phones.

"Your mission is simple," he said quietly. "Spot those who rise too fast—popular kids, new couples, anyone who seems… unnatural. Follow. Report back to me, i handle rest"