Time passed by and many long years had passed.
Kana was able to use her outgoing personality to good use as an actress in many movies and TV shows.
Pretty boy had worked in a large advertising company for several years before he was able to start his own advertising company that ended up as a very successful business.
Misa had settled down and shockingly married Pretty boy.
Motoki had married his childhood friend and took over her family restaurant business.
Rinji was living a simple life. He became a well-to-do author earning a decent amount of money to live on.
Madam Succubus had continued happily tormenting Yuuto until the day she passed away. It was quite an odd sight to see as they both grew older.
Dr. Doi was actually able to become a real doctor, well not one for humans. He had become a veterinarian.
***
An old man with graying hair sat at his desk doing nothing in particular. His gaze fell onto a book next to his desk so he picked it up and opened it.
Inside was an old pressed blue flower that he treasured very much.
He spent a long time staring at it and reminiscing about the years that had flown by and all the memorable events he had been through both the good and bad.
A knock on the door stirred him from his memories. He looked up to see his wife whom he had been with for over forty years now standing in the doorway.
“If we don’t hurry up we will be late for the grandkids’ birthday party,” she warned him.
“Ah it’s that time already is it,” he asked.
Gently closing the book, he placed it back into its proper place and stood up making his way to his wife.
When he reached her, he gave her a quick kiss and a hug before taking her hand.
“Well, shall we be off then?” asked the old man.
“You’re such a smooth operator even after all these years,” commented his wife with a smile.
“It’s just that my love for you hasn’t waned in all these years and I also learned how to not anger my goddess thus not getting kicked in the shin,” replied the old man with his own smile as they began walking to their waiting car.
***
In a rip-off bar not unlike the one Yuuto had eaten at many years ago during his young adulthood, stood two people looking over a third unconscious person who was tied up on the ground. The two men were quietly talking to each other about the third man.
“Hey, looks like this guy’s got a large amount of debt. What do we do?” asked one of the men.
“I don’t know. You think old man Yuuto will take him and have him work it off at his host club?” asked the second man.
