"Bestie, what the actual hell was that?!"

It was Leo-kun who Kaizen saw the second he strolled back into the destroyed first-floor girls’ bathroom.

When Kaizen walked back in, there was absolutely nothing left of the single-eyed menace.

The entire bathroom was completely repainted in exploding purple monster slime.

Slime was on the broken mirrors.

Slime was dripping from the ceiling.

It looked like a giant, radioactive grape had violently detonated inside a blender.

’Damn, this dense motherfucker is strong as fuck.’

Kaizen just stared at the stupid, panting Leo Longdong.

This was the supposed golden hero of this world.

Apart from the tragic fact that this guy was as stupid as a sack of wet doorknobs, he was also crazy, fucking strong.

He possessed the hard-coded potential to become the absolute strongest entity in the entire game database.

’Such is the life of a privileged harem protagonist.’

Kaizen was nowhere near this guy’s cheat-code strength at all.

And he didn’t think that massive power gap was going to fill itself anytime soon through normal means.

’I have to become god-tier strong before this dense idiot finds out what I am doing to his future girls.’

If this knucklehead ever woke up from his dense slumber and found out the truth, it would be an instant, tragic game over for Kaizen.

He needed a legendary combat ability as quickly as humanly possible.

Delaying his power-up phase any further only meant making his public execution inevitable.

’But I literally have the easiest, most broken way to get strong in my status menu... but fuck! I need those exact girls in my harem first!’

In order to farm millions of experience points without doing any actual physical labor, Kaizen possessed the ultimate cheat passive: his Harem Master skill.

This beautiful ability allowed his official harem members to automatically share a massive percentage of their daily hunting EXPs straight to his lazy ass.

But the only frustrating roadblock was that he actually needed to officially lock the girls into his harem slot first.

’Let’s see...’

The closest candidate to officially filling that first slot was none other than Hina-chan.

He had already completely broken her brain and ruthlessly handled her cloud-like cheeks in the room.

It was only a matter of time before the system officially registered her as his property.

And the next immediate target couldn’t easily be Sera-chan.

That pink-haired athletic tsundere was way too strong and violent as fuck.

Unlike the submissive, drooling Hina, that woman needed to be thoroughly tricked and psychologically broken.

If he rushed into her bedroom without a flawless plan, he would probably end up getting brutally pegged by her heavy armor boots.

So naturally, that meant after Hina-chan, he needed to cultivate a much easier, softer target... an airhead with a giant rack who believed in magical curses...

Or... or... someone who’s easily corruptible

’And with these new 8D fly cameras I just got from the system, things are going to be an absolute breeze on my side.’

’Not to mention, one single taste of my world-ending steel pipe, and she will be begging on her knees for a daily mana recharge.’

Kaizen’s face twisted into an evil, thoroughly perverted smirk.

The sheer, dark malice radiating from his grin made the pure-hearted Leo-kun literally arch his back away in terror, looking at his ’bestie’ like he had just witnessed a demon king rise from the abyss.

"B-Bestie... why on earth do you have that horrifying expression on your face right now?!"

Leo stuttered, sweating nervously.

If poor Hina-chan had been standing there to witness that exact same demonic, predatory smirk, she would have immediately screamed and sprinted three miles away without ever looking back.

All while desperately trying her best to cover her massive, jiggling, traumatized butt cheeks with her soft, trembling hands.

"Nothing, bestie! I was just admiring how absolutely powerful you are, my glorious bestie. You are truly worthy of a top-tier girl like Sera-chan."

Immediately, the idiot hero beamed with pure, childlike happiness.

His dense chest puffed out so hard his uniform buttons groaned.

"Is it true?! You really think so, Kaizen-kun? Wow! By the way... when our hands intertwined yesterday during the training session... man..."

Leo trailed off, his eyes turning completely glassy as a goofy, lovesick grin spread across his face.

"...I just can’t seem to forget the feeling..."

"...Even though she trains so hard in martial arts... her hands were just so incredibly soft..."

Leo just stood there in the middle of the purple slime explosion, rambling on and on like a hopeless virgin about his ten seconds of awkward hand-holding with Sera.

If only this magnificent fool knew what Kaizen had actually done with those exact same hands...

And how ruthlessly he had molded Sera’s athletic, bouncing ass cheeks in the pitch-black dungeon darkness while she suffocated on her own blushes.

Kaizen could only shake his head in deep, theatrical sympathy.

’Poor, sweet, delusional bastard... Your cuckold meter is already hitting maximum capacity and the game barely started.’

Then, Kaizen suddenly beamed up as a brilliant realization hit his brain.

’Wait a minute. Isn’t it already past time for the first period to start? Shouldn’t I go check in on my next potential slave right about now?’

With a wicked thought in mind, Kaizen reached down and aggressively ripped open his top shirt buttons.

He yanked his tie completely sideways, messed up his collar, and made his entire uniform look incredibly untidy and scandalous.

He looked like he had just survived a wrestling match with a wild animal.

"Bestie, what the heck are you doing to your clothes?"

Leo blinked, completely baffled by the sudden self-sabotage.

"You go ahead to class without me, Leo-kun! I have a very urgent, mandatory meeting with a very special person. Hehe... hehehe..."

Kaizen didn’t wait for the knucklehead’s reply.

He turned on his heel and sauntered down the hallway, completely ready to get intentionally caught by the strict, thigh-clamping Disciplinary Committee President, Aria-chan.

It was time to get ’punished.’