Su Ze had extracted juice for several hours, yielding thirty thousand desire points. And it seemed this hadn't even reached Onna Momoi's limit. This was truly a heaven-sent Pal for grinding points. The reason he didn't continue was not because he had to go to dinner, but because the NTR alert had come again!
To be honest, this time, Su Ze wasn't too surprised. After all, he already had over twenty pairs of wings. In this world, pure love was a very difficult thing to maintain; even if you chained your lover, she might still be swept away by tentacles from the void.
"Ze-kun, can you come over? I think I'm in big trouble!" Su Ze received a call from Miwa Shirakawa while in his Mercedes.
"Okay, tell me your location, I'll be right there." Su Ze was in the driver's seat, driving at full speed. In fact, even without Miwa Shirakawa telling him, he was already heading towards her. Yurika Ichijo sat in the passenger seat, watching the blurry streetscape outside, her heart trembling.
...
SAITO Bar was located on the bustling bar street of Ikebukuro. The music inside the bar was deafening, enough to cover up a bloody incident. In a corner private room, two yakuza-types wielded knives and clubs, and a corpse lay in a pool of blood. Security guards stood on the perimeter, blocking the corridor. Inside the private room, there was only a yellow-haired woman huddled on the sofa.
It was Miwa Shirakawa. Because of her worries, Miwa Shirakawa wanted to come out for a drink tonight. She knew bars could be chaotic, so she booked a private room. But trouble still found her! When she went to the restroom, she was blocked by a drunk yakuza. The two began to shove each other. During the scuffle, the man's neck suddenly split open! The man's accomplices arrived, shouting threats and vows to kill her. She could only hide in the private room.
"You~~~ bastards~~~ quickly get rid of this creepy thing and kneel and apologize to us!" a square-faced man pointed a baseball bat at a bloody object hanging above the private room, his guttural R-sound very menacing. That bloody object was the invisible bamboo copter, stained with blood.
Standing beside the two men was a glamorous lady with elegant makeup, wearing a purple dress. Her appearance wasn't top-tier, but she had a captivating figure, with long, slightly curled purple hair cascading down her back, exuding a mature charm. Her gaze fixed on Miwa Shirakawa in the private room, she spoke: "Little girl, none of us want to make a big deal out of this. Dragging it on isn't the solution. Tell us what you want to do." The purple-haired woman was somewhat well-known in the area, named Masayo Karasu, the owner of this bar, and her husband was a yakuza boss. Several intimidating security guards stood beside her, looking like they were not to be trifled with.
"Wait for Su Ze-kun to come." Miwa Shirakawa didn't know why, but at this moment, she thought of Su Ze. Perhaps deep down, she felt he knew the academy head and had more social influence. Or perhaps that figure was simply too reliable, as if he could solve all problems.
"You two, quickly clean up the body, okay?" Masayo Karasu frowned, smiling at the two men.
"Bastard, how are we supposed to extort money from this bitch without the body? This was our good brother! Without ten million yen, don't even think about this ending!" the square-faced man cursed.
Masayo Karasu calmly took another puff from her cigarette: "But you two wouldn't dare call the police, would you?" The square-faced man and his friend had used drugs, possibly even sold them, so they dared not call the police. She didn't want to escalate the situation, so she wouldn't call the police. And Miwa Shirakawa didn't call the police because she feared being charged with murder. After all, she still had the deceased's blood on her! The three parties had been in this stalemate for some time.
"You~~~ bastards~~~" The square-faced man shrieked nervously, suddenly raising his baseball bat to strike the invisible bamboo copter. The invisible bamboo copter gently swerved, avoiding the baseball bat, and flew directly in front of the dumbfounded square-faced man.
Sizzle~
A fountain of blood erupted, splattering onto the ceiling! The square-faced man's head fell from his neck, a truly horrifying sight. Miwa Shirakawa screamed, burying her head tightly between her knees.
The square-faced man's companion was terrified and collapsed to the ground. Even the composed Masayo Karasu's face changed. She stared at the invisible bamboo copter, quickly backing away. She suddenly felt her back hit a wall.
A wall?
Masayo Karasu was startled. She turned and saw a formidable young man standing behind her, and instinctively moved aside. Su Ze's expression was cold as he walked to the door. The invisible bamboo copter automatically exited its invisible state and landed in his palm.
"So this thing belongs to him!" Everyone around was astonished. The security guards exchanged glances, subtly encircling Su Ze.
Miwa Shirakawa noticed the commotion outside the door, looked up, and saw Su Ze appear in the doorway, immediately overjoyed. Then she saw the bloody object that had protected her land in Su Ze's hand, and her eyes widened. Su Ze picked up the square-faced man's companion, slowly wiping the blood from the bamboo copter with his clothes.
"B-Boss..." The man's body trembled, and his crotch was soaked. For some reason, ever since this young man arrived, he felt as if countless knives were pressed against him, as if death could occur at any moment. Su Ze looked left and right at the now spotless bamboo copter, then sprayed it with cleaning spray, finally smiling in satisfaction.
"There." After saying these two words, he casually threw away the human garbage in front of him. The square-faced man's companion flew several meters, his chest suddenly let out a thump, and he uncontrollably coughed up fragments of internal organs. The internal force had shattered his internal organs, making him deader than dead.
Su Ze returned the bamboo copter to the air, making it invisible again, then turned and walked towards Miwa Shirakawa, opening his arms and gently calling out, "Teacher Shirakawa." Miwa Shirakawa flew into Su Ze's arms like a swallow returning to its nest, tears streaming down her face, sobbing and whimpering. Su Ze felt as if he had been struck by a human-shaped dough, his chest fiercely compressed by her "weapons," and his nose tingled with the shy scent of jasmine from Miwa Shirakawa.
"It's alright, it's alright..." he began to comfort her.
"Let's go back." Miwa Shirakawa's eyes were teary, and she didn't know where "back" meant.
"Okay." Su Ze nodded, placing his arm under Miwa Shirakawa's thigh, and lifted her in a princess carry. Miwa Shirakawa felt a surge of nervousness, her gaze noticing the bloodstains on the ground. Su Ze stepped on them, his shoes stained with blood. Yet she remained spotless. Miwa Shirakawa felt deeply moved. Su Ze-kun is truly too thoughtful.
[Gratitude from Miwa Shirakawa +88]
[Admiration from Miwa Shirakawa +322]
[Fear from Masayo Karasu +42]
[Fear from Kenta Yamashita +4]
[Fear from Jiro Yamashita +5]
Masayo Karasu and the security guards instinctively took a step back when they saw Su Ze emerge. Su Ze cast an unexpected glance at Masayo Karasu. This person had higher desire points than a typical passerby. She should be a somewhat well-known character.
[Name: Masayo Karasu]
[Attributes: Yakuza Madam, Widowed Wife]
[Psychology: Who exactly is he?!]
[Description: As a young girl, she was taken in by an impotent yakuza boss to serve as a trophy wife. Now, with her wings fully grown, she wants to escape his control. Currently has no sexual experience.]
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