Eighteen years ago, MI6 agent and Akai family head Akai Tsutomu vanished under Black Organization pursuit, his fate unknown, no body found.
The Akai mother and daughter had analyzed it, believing he was likely alive.
But why, if alive, had he never contacted MI6 or his family?
Su Ze's words clicked it into place.
"It all makes sense!"
MI6 had a mole!
No wonder they couldn't trace Akai Tsutomu.
He was hiding—deliberately!
Perhaps he'd been betrayed by that mole!
Mary Akai burned with questions, but Kurapika was ushering them out.
"Wait! What did you mean?!" Mary Sera darted past Kurapika, slamming her palms on the desk, her striking eyes glistening with tears, fixed on Su Ze.
"There's a mole in MI6," Su Ze said, spreading his hands. "Thanks for helping Yukino and the others, but we'll discuss more once I verify your identities. Don't worry—it'll be quick. The Kengan has your director's contacts."
"Sis, let's go," Mary Akai said, head lowered, tugging Sera's sleeve, her blonde curls hiding her face in shadow.
Kurapika blocked Sera, her expression icy. "This way, please."
Sera bit her lip, tears nearly spilling, shot Su Ze a fierce look, then turned to leave.
Su Ze rubbed his chin.
MI6?
The Kengan's table was getting crowded with dishes.
Tastier and more intriguing by the day.
Next, he met other Kengan members.
With allies, he avoided hypnosis—it dulled desire point output. But for outsiders…
He only wished his Hypnosis LV2 was stronger!
The Akai duo left, and Kurapika had a waiter escort them to a guest room.
After checking for bugs, Mary Akai called MI6's top brass, detailing their Kengan experience, omitting key details.
Su Ze's words sowed distrust in MI6.
"Mhm."
"Got it."
"Alright."
Agent talk was swift. Minutes later, Mary hung up.
"What's the word, Mom?" Sera asked anxiously.
"Call me Alice!" Mary stressed her cover, then added, "As expected, they want me to stay near Su Ze."
MI6 mirrored the Black Organization's choice.
No surprise—Su Ze was too tempting a prize.
"Masumi, I'll be doing dangerous things. Don't contact me proactively," Mary said, her emerald eyes locking with Sera's, deadly serious.
Leave her behind?
Sera's brows shot up, rare defiance flaring. "Alice, you've acknowledged my skills. Why this?"
Mary's lips tightened, her stern gaze softening with helplessness. "You're too soft, Masumi. Brandy's not that simple."
Sera fell silent, fists clenched, voice trembling. "Because of the corridor?"
She was sharp, quickly grasping Mary's reasoning.
In the corridor shootout, Sera hesitated, slower to act, reluctant to kill.
Gin saw it, targeting Mary instead.
That's why Mary was shot, and Sera unscathed.
"You're clever… and stubborn."
"Give me one more chance, Alice!"
"Fine."
After an afternoon sorting the Kengan's structure, Su Ze solidified his presidency.
The only issue: too few assistants. The Kengan's workload would overwhelm Kurapika and Akiyama Kaede alone.
"Any assistant recommendations?" Su Ze asked, eyeing the mountain of paperwork, head aching.
First day, and already this.
With management short-staffed, he, the boss, had to handle it.
He wanted assistants to hire more staff—easiest way.
"My sister, Akiyama Sakura, is a secretary at Horatani Garden. She's more experienced than me," Kaede said, adjusting her red-framed glasses.
The Kengan's staffing crisis trumped nepotism concerns.
Su Ze's eyes lit up.
So, Sakura was on Kengan Island.
Kurapika added, "Horatani Garden's in financial trouble and lost in the first round. I'd have a 90% chance of recruiting her."
Her intel-gathering was top-notch.
"Excellent," Su Ze praised, then added, "But you've been overworked. Rest. Let Kaede handle this. You'll recruit secretaries later. For now, have Nogi lend some staff."
Kurapika, feeling the fatigue hit, declined. "I'm fine. I'll sleep it off."
Su Ze ignored her, turning to Kaede. "Maple, you've got this, right?"
Kaede perked up. "Mission guaranteed!"
"Go now," Su Ze said, smiling.
Kaede left, heels clicking, her swaying figure in a red skirt and black stockings captivating.
The heavy oak door closed, locking automatically.
"Mmm, boss, what're you doing?"
Kurapika, in a tight skirt and fishnet stockings, was equally alluring.
Soon, she lay on the grand desk, silver hair spilling, red lips humming a sweet melody, cream-colored heels dangling skyward like drifting clouds.
Her periodic bursts of adoration points were undeniable proof of her feelings.
Su Ze's charm was irresistible—hard not to spark thoughts over time.
He also aimed to boost her physique, generously sharing his essence, delivering it deep.
"Kiss…" Kurapika's face flushed, eyes liquid.
Su Ze, stirred, leaned in, capturing her lips. "Hold tight."
Kurapika complied, legs clamping, fishnets grazing his back, rough like fine threads.
Her brows knitted, overwhelmed.
Her plea for a kiss meant a pause—she couldn't handle more. But it flipped a switch in him.
Even her endurance faltered, and she cried out, legs tightening, muscles spasming.
Moments later, her body arched, heels flying off, red-painted toes curling like a Persian cat's paws.
Barely ten minutes.
Night was still far off.
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