A Love-Comedy Comes Along with Sex! ~ It Seems the Human Race Will Perish Unless I, Who has Zero Dating Experience, Use my Cheat Penis to Create a Harem and Ensure the Proliferation of Our Descendants ~ - Chapter 88: Aizawa's Nostalgia ①

Chapter 88: Aizawa’s Nostalgia ①

Aizawa Konoha. A woman with piercing eyes and a cold atmosphere. Her distinctive blue hair is tied up tightly in a ponytail, and her flawless suit accentuates her dignified presence. With each step, a cold aura emanates from her, overwhelming those around her. While she may seem unapproachable, her unwavering determination and steel-like will are etched onto her back.

“I’ll be waiting for you…”

She whispers these words alone, her voice filled with an extraordinary passion for her protectee, Hiro.

She immediately gets into the car and drives away. Her entire being is dedicated to her master. She has vowed to dedicate her body and soul to him.

Aizawa feels a sense of urgency as her master faces an unprecedented crisis, but she also recalls the day they first met.

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She gazes at a young boy sleeping alone in his bed, separated only by a glass window. Aizawa Konoha, still a child herself, stands motionless in the sterile hospital corridor. Beyond the dimly lit glass, a boy younger than her lies defenselessly asleep.

This boy is Adam. He is four years old, while she is ten. His beautifully composed face bears a hint of sorrow, and an unusual calmness surrounds him, setting him apart from other four-year-olds.

“This is… Adam.”

Her whispered words seem to be a reminder to herself. Though only ten years old, Konoha observes him with an unusually calm gaze, already burdened with the role of his protector.

When she first learned of his existence, words like “dangerous,” “special abilities,” and “national-scale secrets” echoed among the adults. At the center of it all was this small boy sleeping beyond the glass.

But the moment she laid eyes on him, something stirred within Konoha’s heart—a deeper, quieter resolve beyond mere duty.

The door opens, and a voice calls out to her.

“Konoha, are you ready?”

She doesn’t turn around but keeps her gaze fixed on the boy, replying briefly, “Yes, Father.”

Her voice still carries a hint of childhood innocence, but her eyes shine with an intensity far beyond her years.

“I’ve told you this before, but you must abandon your sense of self. Dedicate your body and soul to him.”

“Yes, Father.”

She knows she is not loved. She is not human but merely a tool. She can’t remember when she first realized this, but by the time she did, she was already being trained to kill with her bare hands.

She goes through her daily routine, following a meticulously planned schedule. Failure is not an option. She is expected to execute every command given to her.

Her heart and body are in tatters, but even feeling this pain is not permitted.

“He will save humanity one day. I believe that.”

“Yes, Father.”

The boy, sleeping peacefully, is known to the researchers as Adam. He is subjected to various experiments and lives a life of constant testing.

Adam’s power is immense; even with his small stature, he possesses the potential to easily subdue ten soldiers if he were to unleash his full strength. Additionally, his memory and numerical processing abilities far surpass those of ordinary humans.

However, the most fearsome aspect of Adam is his reproductive capacity. Once he reaches puberty, he can impregnate any female, and it is believed that his offspring will inherit his high capabilities.

Adam holds the key to ending Japan’s recent trend of declining birth rates and aging population, and he can create highly capable descendants.

“Pah! What nonsense! Absolute nonsense! He’s the only failed experiment!”

As Aizawa’s father turns around, an elderly man in a white lab coat approaches, his expression sour.

“Dr. Yamadera…”

“Aizawa! You still call him Adam! He’s a failure! I won’t acknowledge him!”

Aizawa’s father scratches his bald head, his face turning red.

“A failure, you say?”

Aizawa’s father remains expressionless, his cold gaze fixed on Dr. Yamadera. The doctor, intimidated by the towering figure, stands a little taller than two meters, and his sharp eyes slowly shift from the doctor to Adam.

“Dr. Yamadera, your words negate the results of past experiments. Please remember that, at least for now, he is the only surviving success story.”

Dr. Yamadera grinds his teeth, his voice rising.

“A success story? You saw it yourself! He possesses the same abilities as the other test subjects, yet he is the only one who couldn’t suppress his emotions. An emotional weapon is nothing but a defective product!”

Konoha listens quietly, but her eyes flicker at the doctor’s mention of “emotions.” The boy beyond the glass—Adam—remains still, his peaceful expression unchanged. Looking at him, Konoha feels a strange creaking sound deep within her chest.

Dr. Yamadera’s voice grows louder.

“He should die! Just like the other failed experiments! Because he is the only exception I’ve encountered, he must not exist. He negates the very foundation of our research!”

Aizawa’s father takes a deep sigh, his expression turning severe. In a low, controlled voice, he addresses the doctor.

“Dr. Yamadera, you are not permitted to disrupt the plan with your personal emotions. The fact that Adam is the only survivor remains unchanged. I believe that it is precisely because he has emotions that he can bring hope to humanity.”

“Because he has emotions?” The doctor scoffs.

“Nonsense! Emotions are a sign of weakness! Do you understand how many problems he caused within the lab because of his emotions?”

Konoha listens to the conversation but keeps her eyes fixed on Adam. Her gaze holds an emotion she herself cannot yet fully comprehend.

“Father,” Konoha suddenly speaks up, catching the attention of the two adults.

“If Adam is a failure, then why am I assigned to him?”

Her words slip out before she can stop them, surprising even herself, but there is no turning back now.

“I was told to abandon my emotions, but without them, I don’t understand how I can protect him.”

Aizawa’s father hesitates for a moment but then turns his cold gaze toward his daughter.

“Konoha, that is the first lesson you must learn. Emotions can hinder your work, but a true servant will achieve their purpose by utilizing those emotions.”

Konoha takes his words to heart and looks back at Adam through the glass. His small, sleeping body appears helpless, yet her heart senses an unknown strength within him.

Dr. Yamadera mutters with disgust.

“He won’t last long anyway. He’ll either be crushed by the pressure around him or consumed by his own abilities.”

But at that moment, Adam stirs slightly. His small hand trembles, and his eyes move beneath his closed eyelids. Konoha holds her breath.

Konoha instinctively senses the moment Adam’s eyes will open. A premonition of a life-changing encounter washes over her young heart, taking a definite shape.

In the next instant, Adam’s dark eyes open slowly. They hold a deep, clear light, as if to assert that his existence is more than just that of a tool.