I shift in my chair, my hand already inside my pants. Inferna's naked body is still in view; her breasts were heaving, and her thighs were so damn oily, her arms swaying lazily.
I immediately began stroking myself in time with the memory of her hips slamming down on that bastard's cock. And it doesn't take long before my release hits hard, spattering over my fingers as I bite back a groan.
Yes. This is my life now.
Surveillance and boners and masturbations.
Somebody save me.
Though, there's nothing suspicious from Chris himself.
He occasionally cooks, cleans, organizes Rin's schedule, and sells manga at Comiket under a pen name called "Mephisto."
Oh, but it turns out, the novels are actually written by Kiyoshi Rin—handwritten drafts I've seen through the walls.
Chris only illustrates them perfectly, accurately depicting the moments of Ryū's crimes, but no proof of direct contact.
Ara? Doesn't that make Kiyoshi Rin the person we should be targeting? He's the brain behind Ryū's written history…
But since he's nothing special, and I want him to not totally die in a fire, let's just continue watching Chris for now.
Anyway, there haven't been any meetings with the Dragon Lord himself. And no phone calls linking them too.
Just a college kid and his entourage living weirdly domestic lives.
I wipe my hand on a tissue, pull my pants back up, and start typing the daily report.
[Subject: Chris (alleged alias) – Day 73]
[No anomalous activity. Target continues domestic duties for Kiyoshi Rin. Kiyoshi Rin exhibits unusual acts with entourage.
Lewd Meter references persist; possibly an internal quirk or hormone mechanic.
No evidence linking target to Dragon Lord Ryū beyond published works. Recommend continued observation.]
I hit send.
KNOCK. KNOCK.
The knocking sound comes from my own door.
I freeze. Then I activate my ability without thinking, as a professional. Through the wood, through the hallway, I see him.
Chris stands on the other side, so impossibly beautiful: Golden hair catching the hallway light like a halo. His blue eyes calm behind those cute glasses. His small beauty mark under the left eye.
As usual, black business coat, crisp shirt, and slacks tailored perfectly to his slender frame. He holds nothing in his hands, however.
My heart rate spikes. I've seen him come to my door many times, but I still get so nervous.
I stand, smooth my shirt, take a breath, then walk towards the door and open it.
"Afternoon, good neighbor," Chris says, his voice melodious and neutral. And his ethereal smile curves his lips. "I wanted to borrow your electric stove once more. Sadly, my master hasn't made enough treasures—or effort—to acquire one for himself. And Chiyo-sama needs to finish multiple meals soon."
I feel heat crawl up my neck. "Uh… sure. Come in—or wait, I'll get it."
I turn and walk to the kitchen, then grab the small portable stove from the counter
When I hand it over, my hands trembling, Chris accepts it with both hands, bowing slightly. "You have my thanks, oh good neighbor."
Then he turns to leave.
"Uh, haha, it m-might be weird to ask but," I blurt before I can stop myself "…Are you a guy or a girl?"
Chris pauses from my inquiry. That smile of his then widens just a little bit. "Oh my. I do get asked that a lot."
He sets the stove on the floor gently. Then, without hesitation, he grips the hem of his shirt and pulls it up to his neck.
Ack!!
H-His pale skin, flat chest, and those small, pink nipples standing out against the smooth expanse...
Though, there were no trace of breasts. There WAS this slim waist and a faint definition of abs under the skin.
My mouth instantly goes dry. I feel so damn lucky to be alive.
Chris tilts his head. "As you can see, there are no breasts here."
I can't look away from those nipples, though; Something about the way they pebble slightly in the hallway air.
"Do you wish to see my genitals?" he asks again calmly.
"Ah?! N-No, this is enough. Sorry for the trouble."
"Understood." Chris lowers his shirt, smooths it down, then picks up the stove again. "Now if you would excuse me…"
He walks the few steps back to his own door. And I watch the sway of his hips like a pervert, the perfect curve of his petite ass under the slacks.
The door closes behind him.
Ring, Ring.
The moment I enter my house, my phone rings.
I answer without looking.
"Minami-san, any reports?"
"Ah. Yes. I think I'm into BL now."
A long pause on the other end.
"…What? Uh, good for you I guess. But I was asking about the anomaly called Chris."
"Yes, that's what I said?"
More silence.
"Minami-san, please focus. Do you have any update on the target?"
I glance at the wall. Through it, I see Rin scrubbing the bathroom floor on his knees while Chiyo lectures him.
Inferna stands guard there, her arms crossed. And Munganda cuts something in the kitchen as Chris arrives to drop the electric stove. Karen… she just naps on the couch as always.
"Nothing off," I say finally. "Chris is male, and he is very breathtaking. Also, I'd like to keep watching him for a while longer."
Another pause from my superior.
"A-Approved. But Minami-san, be careful. The target might be very well a servant of the Dragon Lord Ryu."
"Understood, sir."
I end the call and sit back down.
I guess I get to keep watching this reality show… but a part of me wants to join in, though.