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CLOVER Convenience Store
Ding-dong!
"Welcome!"
Two men in black trench coats and dark sunglasses stepped into the store.
One was tall, with flowing golden hair.
The other was shorter but built like a tank.
"Manager..."
Bad news!
Azusa Enomoto could feel the menacing aura radiating from them. Instinctively, she edged closer to Akira.
Gin?
The moment Akira saw them, his mind immediately raced.
No way!
From their build to their outfits, they looked eerily similar to Gin and Vodka from the Black Organization. But something was off—they lacked that true assassin vibe.
A duo that resembled members of the Black Organization...
Got it!
"Azusa."
"Go tidy up the storage room."
These two weren't part of the infamous Black Organization, but the moment they entered CLOVER Convenience Store, he sensed they had a special request.
"O-Okay."
Akira's casual command helped ease Azusa's nerves a little.
Hmm...
She was anxious but not clueless—she knew exactly what to do next.
Hide in the warehouse and observe!
If these guys were here to rob the place, she'd call the police in an instant.
But contrary to her imagination, the two men didn't suddenly whip out guns, knives, or any other weapons, yelling, This is a robbery!
Instead, they strolled through the aisles...
Finally!
They grabbed two bottles of mineral water from the fridge and a pack of compressed biscuits from the first shelf.
"Checkout."
The man with golden hair spoke in a cold, emotionless Tokyo accent.
That kind of voice...
Only someone who's taken lives could speak with such detachment.
"That'll be 700 yen."
Akira calmly took a plastic bag from under the counter and packed their items.
After nearly a month of running CLOVER Convenience Store, he had fully adapted to the role and could now handle any situation like a pro.
"Are you sure?"
"I was told these biscuits are supposed to be mind-blowingly good."
Akira raised an eyebrow.
He knew it!
These guys had been acting off from the moment they walked in.
"No mistake."
"Everything in this store is clearly labeled."
He wasn't in a rush to close the sale.
Unknown customers.
For all he knew, they were really here to buy TNT and set a bomb timer.
"Ichiro Yamamoto sent me."
"He said your goods are better than what's available on the market."
Bingo!
If it weren't for Yamamoto, these two would've never found this place.
As for his "goods," there was no need to elaborate...
Everything in his system's inventory was top-tier weaponry.
Just then...
His phone buzzed with a text from Yamamoto.
[Hooking you up with a biscuit deal. They're coming today.]
The specific phrasing and spacing confirmed that it was really Yamamoto.
"Since Yamamoto recommended you..."
"Then he must've already explained everything."
And just like that...
The deal was officially in motion.
"Price is fine."
"But I need the goods by tomorrow morning."
The golden-haired man sounded calm, but Akira could tell they were in a hurry.
Feels like they've got something to blow up tomorrow.
"Depends on when you pay."
"That'll be 700 yen."
The blonde man placed a 1,000-yen bill on the counter, grabbed his items, and left.
The moment he stepped outside...
He tossed the pack of biscuits into a nearby trash bin.
Arrogant!
...
Meanwhile, Azusa—hiding in the warehouse—finally relaxed and canceled the emergency call she had been ready to make.
That was close!
She had been bracing for another knife-wielding robbery like last time.
"Huh...?"
Azusa frowned slightly.
These two intimidating men were just regular customers, but she couldn't shake the feeling that they knew Akira.
Especially at the counter...
From her hiding spot, she couldn't hear a word of their conversation.
Forget it... Not my problem!
Running a convenience store in a shady area like Beika Town was already risky enough. As long as no one was waving weapons around, it was a good day.
"Work, work."
Following Akira's instructions, she began organizing the warehouse.
"Huh...?"
Just then, something white and plastic caught her eye beneath one of the boxes.
What's this...?
She initially thought it was just trash.
But... it wasn't.
It was...
A used condom, filled with... unmistakable contents.
Wait a second...?!
Why was there a used condom in the convenience store's warehouse?
Hmm...
Aside from her, there were four female high school part-timers and one male store manager—
Akira.
Her mind immediately jumped to a bold conclusion.
She thought deeply " Akira must have had many relationships, and he was addicted to enjoying
their bodies, touching their chest, their lips. Each embrace was a fire he couldn't resist, a moment of
passion that left him craving more. But did he ever wonder—was it desire that consumed him, or
was he the one being consumed?"
"....."