As soon as he got out of the car, he immediately sensed something was off.
The air in all of Tokyo seemed to be filled with a faint, seafood-like smell.
He frowned, surveying the surrounding streets, the scenery instantly flooding into view.
Inside the convenience store, the shelves that sell contraceptives were completely sold out.
The slightly flushed-faced clerk was calling the boss for restocking, but at this moment, a pair of black high heels stopped in front of him,
"Hello, miss, the condoms are all sold out."
"Oh, it's okay... I want to ask, cashier boy, do you... sell yourself?"
"Gulp..."
At the street corner, various hotels and inns were all booked to the brim.
Each shop hung up signs saying "full house," with fireworks going off on each floor.
Even the reception desk clerk who was supposed to be on duty, having been in a silent fight with her husband for a week, couldn't help but dial her husband's number,
"Hello..."
