That Day When Suzuki-kun Wasn't the Mob-B! Chapter 299: The Conquest of Outer Space

"What's wrong, Finn-sama?" Akeno asked curiously, tilting her head as she noticed his sudden silence.

"No, it's nothing," Finn replied lazily, adjusting his cuffs.

With his monstrously enhanced senses, Finn could hear every single desperate, scheming whisper exchanged between Rias and Grayfia across the courtyard, as clearly as if they were speaking directly into his ear.

"To be completely honest, I don't mind if you sleep with other women, Finn-sama."

"...Ravel?"

Finn turned his head, looking at his new fiancée in utter speechlessness.

Ravel stood close to him, the lingering, intoxicating scent of sweet rose oil drifting off her skin in the cool night air. She looked up at him, her golden eyes burning with a strange, aristocratic intensity. "I will be your primary wife. But I know exactly how overwhelmingly attractive you are. You are going to face endless seductions because you are, without a doubt, the absolute best man in existence."

Ravel didn't doubt her fiancé's lethal charm for a second. In fact, she fully expected the entire female population of the supernatural world to eventually throw themselves at him, desperate to bear his children. It sounded irrational to humans, but the primal, underlying purpose of all living beings was to reproduce. Wasn't it only natural for powerful women to ruthlessly seek out the ultimate alpha?

Not only was Finn devastatingly handsome, but his wealth was boundless, his intellect was terrifying, and his raw strength could shatter mountains. More importantly, Ravel was deeply, passionately in love with his unyielding drive to evolve beyond his limits.

Furthermore, Ravel simply wasn't bound by modern human concepts of strict monogamy. She knew she had played completely dirty, seducing him at his most vulnerable, relaxed moment in the hot spring. And if she was being completely honest with herself... she didn't actually hate the idea of watching him conquer other women.

Did she have a unique, twisted fetish?

Perhaps. But watching him effortlessly dominate incredibly powerful women, reducing them to breathless, flushed messes begging for his mercy, sent a deep, thrilling shiver straight down her spine. The heavy, pooling heat in her core told her that the absolute best way to ensure absolute loyalty from his future conquests was to thoroughly claim them and leave them heavy with his heirs.

Her ambitions didn't stop at the bedroom. Ravel knew Finn's power would eventually grow into an empire far too massive to be managed alone. It was practically a historical necessity to have an army of fiercely loyal children govern his territories.

It was a strategy as old as time. In Greek Mythology, Zeus seeded the pantheon with his powerful offspring to solidify his throne. In the human world, banking dynasties like the Rothschilds dispatched their five sons to completely monopolize the financial sectors of Europe.

If Finn fathered an army of overpowered children, he could expand his domain past the Earth, straight into the cosmos. Ravel didn't mind sharing his bed; she actively wanted to manage his empire. The thought of her man expanding his bloodline across the universe gave her a deeply satisfying, incredibly lewd thrill.

"........" Finn just stared at her, genuinely terrified by the sheer scale of the Phenex heiress's master plan.

"By the way," Ravel shifted the topic seamlessly, her blonde drill-tails bouncing as she smiled. "I heard that you wanted to turn Xenovia's blade into a pinpoint targeting system for a laser beam. Where exactly are you planning to construct the actual weapon?"

"You heard about that?" Finn sighed, rubbing his temples.

"I did," Ravel nodded seriously. "If you build a weapon of mass destruction on Earth or in the Underworld, the political backlash will be absolute chaos. Everyone will try to stop you."

A weapon that could rain down a devastating orbital laser on any location in the world, simply by having Xenovia point her sword, was the definition of overpowered.

"...Is my sword going to cause trouble for you, Finn-sama?"

Xenovia stepped forward, her broad shoulders slumping slightly. She might have seemed like a battle-crazed meathead, but she wasn't stupid. Upon discovering God's death, she had decisively abandoned the Church and placed her absolute faith in Finn. The last thing she wanted was to become a political burden to the man who gave her a home and satisfied her every primal urge.

"No, it's fine," Finn smiled, reaching out to pat her blue hair. "I'm going to build it in outer space. There won't be any political jurisdiction issues up there."

"Oh..."

A collective, massive sigh of relief washed over the girls. If it was in outer space, it wouldn't violate any earthly treaties, right?

Wait.

"Outer space?!"

The four girls snapped their heads up, staring blankly at the glowing, pockmarked surface of the moon high above the Kuoh Shrine. They knew Finn's Balmung strike had scarred the lunar surface, but could he physically go there?

It was an impossible, mind-bending concept, yet... looking at his calm, lazy expression, it suddenly felt entirely plausible.

Finn had honestly considered multiple terrestrial locations. Antarctica was a frozen wasteland with zero population, making it a decent candidate. The bottom of the ocean was spacious, but the sea fell under Poseidon's domain. Knowing the Greek sea god's notoriously perverted, unpredictable nature, Finn absolutely refused to put a super-weapon anywhere near his waters.

Space, however, was completely untouched. No mythological deities had ever claimed the vacuum of the cosmos, and the supernatural factions rarely looked past the stratosphere.

More importantly, Finn possessed the Unknown Dictator. The Sacred Gear granted him absolute dominion over technology and magnetism. Combined with the creation magic he had assimilated from 'Suzuki' of Arifureta, reaching orbit and fabricating a massive, solar-powered photon satellite was essentially just a complex crafting project.

The cosmos was an unexplored, silent frontier, and Finn was about to claim it as his personal domain.

"...Can I go with you, Finn-sama?" Asia suddenly asked, her hands clasped together in front of her chest, her green eyes sparkling like stars.

"You want to go to space?" Finn asked, mildly surprised.

"Is it possible?"

"Why not?" Finn shrugged effortlessly. "When we finish dealing with this peace summit and the Khaos Brigade, we can take a trip to orbit."

"I want to go, too!" Xenovia shouted, her warrior instincts momentarily replaced by childlike wonder.

"Let's go to space together~!" Akeno clapped her hands, already imagining the thrilling, zero-gravity activities they could do in the dark.

"I want to see Mars!" Ravel added, completely abandoning her aristocratic composure.

"Don't worry," Finn chuckled, the tense atmosphere finally breaking. "We have plenty of time. We can all go together."

The girls beamed, their hearts fluttering at the promise of an intergalactic date. They were absolutely ready to do whatever it took to help him survive his upcoming evolution so they could claim their reward.

But before they could enjoy the wholesome moment—

"FINNNNNNNNNNNNNN!!!"

"Onee-sama, wait!"

A sudden, freezing gust of wind tore through the courtyard. The crisp scent of night air was instantly replaced by the overwhelming, sugary-sweet aroma of strawberries and frost.

Sona's desperate shout was entirely too late. A petite blur of bright pink frills launched itself through the air, tackling Finn squarely in the chest.

"I missed you~!"

Serafall Leviathan buried her flushed, adorable face into the fabric of his shirt, taking a deep, exaggerated sniff of his scent. Her body was incredibly soft, the heavy, generous weight of her chest pressing delightfully against his abdomen. But her hands were far from innocent. One hand wrapped around his waist, while the other began to naughtily slide down his stomach, aiming directly for a highly sensitive, highly problematic area.

"...Don't touch that," Finn warned, catching her wrist just in time.

"Awn, you're so shy! I love you!" Serafall giggled, wiggling her hips shamelessly against him.

"ONEE-SAMA!" Sona shrieked, sprinting across the courtyard, her face glowing like a red traffic light.

Ravel, Xenovia, Akeno, and Asia watched the chaotic scene unfold with heavy, deadpan expressions. Looking at the desperately blushing little sister and the completely lust-crazed older sister, they all collectively realized a singular, undeniable truth.

It was only a matter of time before the Sitri sisters ended up as a packaged Shimaidon deal in Finn's bed.

"......." Finn let out a long, exhausted sigh.