Kuroha was seated in his bedroom and was thinking about everything that happened today.

He learned that his Master's reach was incredibly long. That Melissa was, in fact, a quirkless vigilante and finally, he understood why Minegata would always have a goofy expression after coming back from his date.

Frankly, what happened left him still a little bewildered, but he would be a true hypocrite if he put all the fault on Mirko. After all, she never forced him to stay. He was sure that if he told her to stop she would have. Since he said nothing then he shouldn't complain. 

What gave him a headache now, was what he would say to Himiko and Momo. He was sure that Himiko would go batshit crazy and Momo wouldn't take it kindly either. If she used the power of her family, things would become ugly.

"Fuck," he laid down on his bed as he covered his face with his hands," Why do people even wish for a harem? Anyone who wished for one was either ignorant or masochistic."

Kuroha wasn't particularly interested in romance, but he still did some research. After reading harem story and the like, he began to wonder if harem in history were truly like that. The answer was a big NO. True harem was hell, for the harem members as well as the harem master.

"*Sigh*; What should I do?"

Kuroha wasn't a coward. He could face death in the eyes and still fight for survival. But, there were many things worse than death. Women's fury was one of those.

(Still, I had to admit that it felt pretty good.)

He still remembered how he felt when he came. It was basically as if all the bad thought in his heart were set free. He could understand why some people became addicted to it. But, 

(I refuse to be treated like a shota.)

Despite the pleasure, Kuroha never felt such a deep humiliation. Of course, with his inexperience and uninterest in sex, this defeat was one he could have never escaped from. But, he refused to lose again. 

He took his phone and dialed Minegata's number. Minegata wasn't just an idiot Pervert. He was an idiot pervert who got laid. During middle school, while Kuroha was the one being showered in praise, it didn't mean that Minegata stayed idle. 

After all, he was handsome, talented, and unlike Kuroha, funny. The number of conquest under his belt was quite high. Since Kuroha was now in a situation where he needed reliable info, the best solution was to contact the pro. 

Finally, the call connected, 

"Hello, Minegata how are you? I need your expertise."

(I might be weaker than her, but I will show her that she shouldn't treat me as if I was a shota.)

 Kuroha eyes blazed with conviction as he thought that. 

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While Kuroha was having an existential crisis while firming his resolve, Momo was seated in front of her mirror and wearing a black robe as she admired herself. One should say, Kuroha influence on her was really huge. In terms of madness, she wasn't inferior to Himiko at all. It was just different.

Himiko's desire to monopolize Kuroha wasn't as strong as it was in the past. Rather, she only wished for his happiness. But she would never change herself to make him happy. If she changed those changes would be natural and not forced. Rather, she would change the world itself for their own happiness. You could say, that her sense of self and her ego was huge.

Momo on the other had a deep confidences issue. She was like a little sheep following her shepherd without ever thinking for herself. She was the kind of person who would doubt her own capability after a few sets backs. Such persons were sadly easy to manipulate despite their high capability. But, at the same time the hardest to manipulate. 

Why you may ask? Simple, in the period where no one guides them, they are easy to manipulate, but, once they find someone they trust, then they would never doubt that person, no matter if that person if good or bad. 

Momo was such a person. If Kuroha was everything for Himiko, then he was basically a god for Momo. One who could never do wrong. Her god didn't like the color white as such, all her personal room, where either in blue or pink or red or black. The same went for all her clothes, apart UA uniform. The best proof was how someone with a sense of justice like Momo immediately found ways to justify Kuroha actions.

Hiragi Suzuka sighed as she watched her mistress twirl again and again with a smile in her black dress. Truthfully, she thought that Hayate Kuroha was a bad influence on her mistress. But, since the master didn't care, it wasn't her place to say her opinion.

Himiko always wondered how Momo and the Yaoyorozu could live such a blessed life despite the power of their quirk. Suzuka was the answer. More precisely, the groups Suzuka belonged to. A subordinate family whose sole goal was the protection of the Yaoyozu.

The Hiragi was a family of pure breed warriors, spy, and assassins. From the age of three years old, quirkless or not, they were trained in all forms of skill, and once they reached ten, they would begin specialized training. All the personal maid and butler were from the Hiragi family, they blended with the normal staff and never showed their skills if not necessary.

Suzuka was a genius. At the age of ten, she was given the prestigious mission of being the personal maid and direct bodyguard of the heiress, Yaoyorozu Momo. She still remembered with fondness, how proud she was when she was given that task, and even now, she couldn't help but puff her chest in pride as she thought of this, the others were so jealous of her.

The only blemish was the existence of Hayate Kuroha. How she wished she could stab him to death. Sadly, she couldn't do so. Well, at least, she didn't feel as much enmity against him as in the past since he at least finally told the truth about his activity. 

Himiko didn't know it, but her idea to keep Momo close to them was the most perfect and absolutely right choice. After all, one of the reasons Kuroha was never caught was that, unbeknownst to him, the Hiragi family always cleaned behind him…

"Suzuka, could you help me prepare lunch tomorrow. I want to give a bento to Kuroha."

Suzuka bowed, her heterochromatic narrowing a little, 

"Of course milady. I will make sure that you'll make the best bento he ever had the pleasure to eat."

She might not like him, but she couldn't help but respect him.  His skills and convictions were the real deal. What more, from what she saw, he would most likely become the husband of her mistress. It means that… She blushed a little at the thought of what would happen to her once her mistress had her first night with him. She hoped it wouldn't be any time soon. 

She couldn't help but complain a little inwardly

(Why does my family have such a stupid and shameless tradition?)