Chapter 228: Master Driver
Feeling Franklin's gaze on her, Origami Tobiichi turned straight around to face him without any hesitation. She casually took off her school uniform jacket and blouse right in front of him.
The pure white bra perfectly framed breasts that could just fit in one hand. The matching pure white panties outlined the flawless curves of her legs.
"Lin, do you want to do it with me?"
The sudden question left Franklin completely stunned for a second.
"Huh??? What did you just say?"
"Lin, do you want to pin me down on the bed and ★★ me all over until I'm sticky and covered in ★★?"
"??? ..."
Only now did Franklin finally remember who exactly "Master Origami" really was. He gave an awkward cough.
"No… I don't have that idea right now. Put your clothes back on first, please…"
Origami immediately reached behind her back, unhooked her bra, and let it fall straight to the floor.
"Really? Even though they're small, they should still interest you a little, right, Lin?"
Watching Origami walk straight toward him without the slightest shame, Franklin forcefully suppressed the stirring in his chest. With a casual wave of his hand, the bra and a maid outfit instantly appeared back on her body.
"Calm down. Think carefully—we've only officially gotten to know each other today. You're really offering yourself up like this? Aren't you afraid I'm just some scumbag who'll use you and then dump you afterward?"
Origami's expression remained completely calm.
"As long as it's something you want, Lin, whether you want to be S or M, I can accept either."
Franklin was genuinely speechless at this point. Master was truly a master—her mind went to places he simply couldn't handle.
"Stop. Right now, shut your mouth, clean up the room. If you keep saying shocking stuff like that, I'll seriously kick you out—especially in front of Kotori. Be extra careful around her."
Origami's face stayed blank.
"If you ever need it, Lin, just tell me directly. Whether it's a wake-up call service or a night visit service, I can provide both."
Watching Origami's expression slowly turn seductive as she formed a tube shape with her hand in front of her mouth and moved it back and forth, Franklin immediately reacted physically.
If he didn't feel like taking her right now would negatively affect his future relationships with the other spirit girls, Franklin would have absolutely pinned her down on the spot.
But the moment he imagined taking down Tohka first, then Origami saying something this dangerous in front of Tohka—causing Tohka to go berserk or even go inverse—Franklin hurriedly killed that dangerous train of thought.
In the next instant, Franklin teleported right in front of Origami and chopped her forehead with the side of his hand.
"Didn't I tell you to stop driving already? Shut up right now and clean up the junk."
Covering her slightly sore forehead, Origami finally behaved a little better.
"My head hurts. You'll have to handle the junk by yourself, Lin."
Seeing Origami plop straight down on the floor and refuse to get up, Franklin helplessly pressed a hand to his forehead. He really had brought a massive headache home with him.
With another casual wave, the large pile of random stuff instantly spread out. Everyday items and small appliances were placed by Franklin directly on the bedside table. Bedsheets and blankets were spread perfectly in an instant.
The wardrobe door opened. All kinds of clothes flew over with a wave of his hand and hung themselves neatly inside.
Now only some scattered odds and ends remained, plus the underwear that had been isolated off to the side.
"You can handle these yourself, right? It's getting late. I need to start preparing dinner."
Origami silently stood up, no longer mentioning her headache.
"Leave it to me. The remaining stuff is much easier."
She agreed so easily to such a normal request that Franklin was actually a little suspicious.
"Remember—no funny business. Kotori's home too. If you affect her, I'm going to get mad."
Origami calmly made an OK hand sign with an expressionless face.
"I know. Those things can wait until after school. I'll just drag you to a love hotel then, Lin."
Completely out of words, Franklin turned and walked straight out. He closed Origami's door behind him.
Spreading out his divine sense, he immediately saw Origami dash to the door and press her ear against it to listen to his movements. Franklin shook his head helplessly. He had truly brought a female pervert home.
Resigned, Franklin went downstairs and entered the kitchen. With a casual wave, vegetables, seafood, poultry, and spirit rice all materialized through Illusory World Genesis.
Every cell in the vegetables and meat was filled with rich spiritual energy. After lightly flexing his fingers, Franklin summoned the Guardian Sword and swung it rapidly through the air.
In moments, eight dishes plus perfectly cooked spirit rice were finished simultaneously. A thick, mouthwatering aroma spread out, mixed with an incredibly dense wave of spiritual energy.
Seeing that the timing was about right, Franklin set all eight dishes on the table and wrapped them in spiritual energy to keep the heat and spiritual qi from escaping.
Just as he stepped out of the kitchen, the doorbell rang. Sending his divine sense outside, Franklin froze.
Upstairs, Origami was currently slipping off the panties she had just worn and stuffing them under his pillow.
Outside the door stood a girl in a long black dress—mismatched heterochromatic eyes—carrying a fruit basket.
Rubbing his aching head, Franklin opened the door first and looked at Kurumi Tokisaki, who stood there smiling, fruit basket in hand.
"Franklin-kun, I hope I'm not disturbing you by coming over at this time."
Looking at the offered fruit basket, Franklin accepted it helplessly, then invited Kurumi into the entryway.
After casually creating a pair of black cat-paw house slippers for her, Franklin turned and walked into the living room.
"Your timing is actually pretty good. I just finished cooking, but not everyone's here yet. Sit for a bit. I still have something to take care of.
Oh, and one warning: since you're a guest now, don't do anything reckless with your hands. I won't be happy if you do."
Seeing Franklin's serious expression, Kurumi gave a small smile, lightly lifted the hem of her skirt, and curtsied to him.
"Of course. I'm a proper young lady—how could I possibly do something so crude as using my hands?"
She was being so polite that Franklin genuinely didn't know what to say. After scratching his head in frustration, he went straight upstairs and caught Origami just as she was about to sneak his underwear out of his room.
"Didn't I tell you no funny business?"
Origami's face stayed perfectly blank.
"What are you talking about? I was just checking the living conditions."
Looking at her stubborn denial, Franklin was speechless. With a wave of his hand, his underwear floated out from inside her clothes.
But in the next instant, Origami snatched it back and hid it behind her.
"Fair trade. You're coming out ahead here. Mine was already worn—it had my scent. Yours only smells like laundry detergent."
Rubbing his throbbing temples again, Franklin grabbed Origami by the collar and dragged her out of the room.
"This trade I'll allow—just this once. But you have to agree to one condition of mine."
In that moment, Franklin clearly saw Origami's eyes light up.