"Oh dear~!"
Kato Megumi shivered, her cheeks bright red.
"I'm sorry, I was unintentionally careless."
"Akira-kun, you really are… and there are people watching."
Akira chuckled. "Is it that if no one is watching, then…"
Although he said these things, Akira still moved his hand to her knee pit.
"It's not okay even if no one is watching. At… at least you need someone else's permission."
Kato Megumi's voice grew softer and softer until only she could hear it.
Actually, she wasn't averse to this kind of contact.
On the contrary, this contact made her feel that her distance from Akira had shortened even further.
The Akira from before had truly frightened her.
Even if he wasn't a true god, her heart couldn't help but feel a sense of disconnect.
Akira stood too high—dazzling like a star in the sky.
But she herself…
But now it was fine. Akira was still that Akira. He would tease her.
Moreover, the problems she faced would also be completely resolved by him.
"Megumi-chan, what did you say?"
"N-nothing. There's not much time left. Let's go quickly!"
"Then hold on tight."
Akira adjusted his position, turned his head, and bid farewell to Mei Mei. "Big Sister, we're leaving now."
"Be careful on the way."
"Goodbye!"
Their intertwined figures walked further and further away, finally disappearing from Mei Mei's sight.
Only then did Mei Mei take a deep breath, relaxing her entire body.
"Really… it was just a handshake, and I almost couldn't help but make a sound."
"It seems my body also really likes Akira."
Mei Mei did not develop a bad impression of Akira because of his actions just now.
Instead, it made her find him very interesting. People who were too conventional wouldn't catch her eye.
She glanced at the lingering traces on the ground, then dispelled the curtain and walked away with her axe.
With every step, something reminded her of that feeling just now.
However, it was better to hand in the mission first, then return to the hotel for a good rest.
Perhaps, tonight, Akira's call would come through.
Mei Mei picked up her phone and dialed Masamichi Yaga's number.
"The mission is complete."
"That fast?"
Masamichi Yaga was on his way to Master Tengen's location. Just a moment ago, Master Tengen had triggered another alarm, and the entire Jujutsu Association was once again on high alert.
And this time, he had felt it too. Although he was in his room, and it had only lasted one second—that lightless environment—it was impossible for his perception to be wrong.
"Yes. The target is very dangerous. And the day before yesterday, he might have appeared in Kitagawa Marin's room."
Masamichi Yaga, who was rushing, paused. "Really?"
"Akira and Kitagawa Marin are classmates. They even eat lunch together. It's very possible."
"This isn't like you. You're actually giving me such important information for free this time."
"Because this piece of information is just an appetizer compared to the other information I possess."
"So…"
Mei Mei paused. "I want triple."
"Alright!"
Masamichi Yaga agreed without thinking. Having cooperated many times, he understood Mei Mei's personality very well.
"Great. As per procedure, transfer the money first."
Masamichi Yaga complied.
Mei Mei then briefly explained what had happened today to Masamichi Yaga.
"There aren't many people in the entire Jujutsu Association who can directly overpower you in combat skills, are there?"
"No."
"And are you sure that the power he used for his Technique is different from Cursed Energy?"
"If you don't believe me, so be it. If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I probably would have doubted it too."
Mei Mei didn't argue. Just as she said, without seeing it firsthand, probably eighty percent of people wouldn't believe the strength Akira had displayed.
"My apologies. It's just that this news is too shocking."
"The Divinity Mask—this Technique is truly baffling."
Masamichi Yaga frowned deeply, then learned some more details from Mei Mei before hanging up and rushing toward Master Tengen's room.
On the other side, Makima sat in the car, her expression serene as she looked at the scenery outside the window.
But her thoughts drifted far away.
One second of darkness.
The world was dark for one second.
Did the Darkness Devil leave hell?
Crows spread their wings and soared, and rats in the sewers spread out like a carpet.
They surged toward the center of darkness she had felt.
Hero Association Headquarters.
Tatsumaki frowned, standing by the window with her arms crossed, looking in the direction where Akira was.
What just happened wasn't a hallucination. Some terrifying existence had stolen her vision for a second.
Who cares!
Anyway, Fubuki wasn't hurt, so she didn't need to go looking for trouble.
Besides, the Public Safety and Jujutsu Association people should be more anxious than I am.
Just wait.
Thinking this, Tatsumaki floated to the dining table and continued to eat the food she hadn't completely finished earlier.
"Akira, am I useless?"
Kato Megumi, her face flushed, lay on Akira's back.
She could feel many people's gazes on her.
"Don't talk nonsense. Who wouldn't have weak legs in this situation?"
Akira, using the excuse of talking, lifted Kato Megumi higher.
The effect was probably the same as when riding a bike with a girl and liking to tap the brakes.
"It's good that you didn't just lose consciousness."
"But now you see, Megumi-chan, you're still on my back."
"That means you're not as useless as you say. On the contrary, you're very useful."
Kato Megumi, of course, was aware of Akira's little actions.
But each time, she only gently patted Akira's shoulder, without much aversion.
Instead, some unclear feelings appeared within her, making her quite fond of it.
She thought she must have completely fallen in love with Akira, which was why she felt this way.
Little did she know, the sensations providing her with this theoretical basis mostly came from the Hand of Greed.
Ugh~!
No, I'm going to get weird.
"Akira, put me down!"
Kato Megumi couldn't take it anymore. When she landed from Akira's back, her legs were still trembling slightly.
But compared to her initial helplessness, she was now able to stand and walk normally.
It was just that when she walked, she always felt a bit of coolness under her skirt.
Because the fight with Mei Mei had delayed them, the two didn't encounter any acquaintances on the way.
But as they walked, the atmosphere was somewhat subtle.
Finally, they reached the staircase where they would part ways.
"Well, Akira, see you at noon today."
"Yes, see you at noon."
Kato Megumi walked toward her classroom—a direction completely opposite to Akira's classroom.
Looking at her back, the data panel gradually appeared in Akira's vision.
[Character: Kato Megumi]
[Potential: A]
[Affection: 90]
[Status: Heart flutter, joy]
Hmm. Affection is already 90.
Today's training will definitely go smoothly.
With light steps, Akira entered the classroom through the back door.
"Good morning, everyone!"
"Good morning. It's rare to see Akira-san arrive late."
Kitagawa Marin tidied the stray hairs by her ear, smiling as brightly as the sun.
Although Akira didn't belong to her alone, in Kitagawa Marin's heart, he was now more than a boyfriend, but not yet a husband.
A woman adorns herself for her beloved.
Everyone could feel that today's Kitagawa Marin was a bit too dazzling.
"Hmm, I met a Big Sister on the way and got delayed a bit."
"Marin-chan, you look very pretty today!"
"Thank you~!"
Watching their interaction, Alisa suddenly sniffed a sour scent in the air, so she found a topic to talk about. "Akira, did you see it?"
"What? What big news happened?"
"Kasumishi ZI released a new book!"
"Huh?"
Akira sat in his seat and pulled out his phone from his pocket.
He quickly searched the website and found Kasumishi ZI's new book—I Want to Be Shadow Lord.
He skimmed through it and found many places that could be written more brilliantly.
He needed to find some time to give her a private lesson. Now with the Teaching According to Aptitude skill, the effect would surely be immediate.
"Not bad. As expected of Kasumishi ZI. Even with a change of genre, the plot and writing are still very captivating."
"Eh? Let me see too."
To have a topic to chat about with Akira, Kitagawa Marin also read the novel. But like Akira, she had only just learned that Kasumishi ZI had released a new book.
At this moment, she stared at her phone, reading ten lines at a glance. Compared to light novels, she preferred more intuitive experiences, like games. So she wasn't reading very attentively.
Meanwhile, Alisa's pair of blue eyes stared at Akira, as if trying to discern something from his face.
He's faking it!
Still faking it!
She had clearly seen Akira write an identical book title in his notebook earlier.
No wonder when they had talked about the novel before, Akira always had novel perspectives and talked endlessly.
It turned out he was a fan meeting the author.
She never expected that beneath Kasumishi ZI—a pen name that seemed female—was Akira's face.
No wonder Kasumishi ZI never held book signings or online Q&A events. Besides being afraid of being targeted by unstable elements in society, there was also this reason.
And these past few days, Akira had been writing furiously as soon as class started, having already gone through several notebooks. Considering the release time of the new book yesterday, he was clearly writing a new book openly.
Hmph!
She used to quite like Akira.
Now she likes him even more.
"Yes, maybe Kasumishi ZI got a bit tired of writing romance light novels and wanted to try a new genre."
"Perhaps, just like you, she had a sudden whim and decided to write a new book during class."
Alisa hinted at something.
But Akira didn't read anything into it.
However, Akira could not only listen—he could also see.
Alisa's status bar clearly showed two words: "firmly believed."
Alisa firmly believed that Kasumigaoka Utaha had suddenly decided to write this story on a whim?
What a joke!
That was clearly the outline he had provided.
Akira was secretly pleased, barely suppressing a smile. "No, no, I can't compare to Kasumishi ZI at all."
"That's great. Now there's another book to read."
"Liar!" (Russian)
Others might not understand this, but Akira, who was proficient in multiple languages, understood it very clearly.
That shouldn't be. Did she see my manuscript?
But that's a completely different story.
Akira's mind raced. His face full of curiosity, pretending not to understand was the right move. "Alisa, what did you say?"
Alisa's expression was calm. "It means 'Hooray!'"
"Eh, is that so?"
Kitagawa Marin looked at her phone and suddenly interjected into the conversation. "Liar." (clumsy imitation)
"Alisa-san, is that right?"
"No!"
Although she said no, Alisa didn't teach her again, because it wasn't the same meaning at all. "That rolled 'r' is quite difficult. I don't recommend learning it."
"Eheheh!"
With Kitagawa Marin's interjection, the topic gradually shifted.
But from beginning to end, Saeko Busujima did not join in, only sitting in front and listening quietly.
Her rigorous training, sustained from childhood, had endowed Saeko Busujima with a will and strength beyond ordinary people.
But as a price, she was largely out of touch with the topics normal students discussed.
When others chatted about makeup, gossip, or boys,
she was concerned with martial arts tournaments and how to achieve unity between person and blade.
Especially these past two days, she had witnessed Akira's astonishing slash. Besides training, her mind was filled with related thoughts.
When could Akira perform another slash?
Let me see it again?
Also, there was no training yesterday. Could it continue today?
Akira's training was truly addictive. A day without training made her feel uncomfortable all over.
Last night she couldn't sleep, and today her heart felt a bit restless.
Today, no matter what, she had to train with Akira.
Ring-ring-ring.
The class bell interrupted Saeko Busujima's thoughts.
The day's classes proceeded methodically amidst mutual greetings between teachers and students.
Akira pulled out a new notebook and wrote furiously.
Next to him, Alisa became increasingly convinced that Akira was Kasumishi ZI.
A class passed in the blink of an eye.
Kirisu Mafuyu looked at the Year 1, Class E schedule on her timetable and couldn't help but swallow.
After last night, she was genuinely a little afraid of encountering Akira at school.
Firstly, she was afraid of embarrassment. Although Akira was very special, he was still her student.
Secondly, she was afraid that if Akira made some excessive demands, she would be completely unable to refuse.
No—she would be unable to resist. Not unable to refuse.
Just thinking about the events of last night, she couldn't help but cover her face with her hands.
It was all gone!
Her image, her authority—it was all gone.
She should clearly have been in a position of absolute advantage, a leadership role.
How could she have been… by Akira… Oh my~!
Buzz buzz buzz.
Just as she was lost in thought, Kirisu Mafuyu's phone vibrated.
Akira's avatar appeared on the screen.
"It's a long break. Come to the sixth-floor restroom."
What was bound to happen, happened.
Kirisu Mafuyu expressionlessly put away her phone and walked out of the office in her high heels.
"Akira~! This… this is too much…"
"There's no other way. The others need to train during lunch break."
Inside the restroom stall,
Kirisu Mafuyu sat on the toilet, and Akira stood in front of her.
"As for this afternoon, I haven't been home on time for several days, and I want to go home early today."
"So this is the only time left."
"Otherwise, Mafuyu-chan, would you train with them?"
The thought of having to train in the company of her own students made Kirisu Mafuyu open her mouth—then close it.
"Exactly."
"There's no way I wouldn't take care of Mafuyu-chan's training."
"However, Mafuyu-chan, you also don't want to get your formal wear dirty in a bit, do you?"
"Will you do it, or should I help you?"
Kirisu Mafuyu rolled her eyes at Akira.
She started to do it herself.
The thought of her student—a junior—making her submit filled Kirisu Mafuyu with a sense of humiliation.
Hmph!
He only knows how to bully me. I'll bite him to death!
Woohoo~!
Although having Kirisu Mafuyu do it herself was a bit time-consuming,
how to put it—this feeling of domination really made Akira feel very satisfied.
The wrinkle-free suit jacket was folded and set aside.
A set of white lace underwear made of ice silk fabric was half-open, presented before Akira.
She truly is a figure skater.
That body.
Those black stockings.
Kirisu Mafuyu was a little shy, a blush appearing on her fair face.
Her slender fingers slightly covered the packaging.
Instead, it aroused the desire to destroy it.
Hmm~!
Akira held the handle.
Up and down.
Left and right.
Hahahahaha.
I have thirty lives now.
Akira was still entering the code when
Kirisu Mafuyu already felt the surrounding temperature suddenly rise.
No.
It's not that.
This is school.
I won't… "Hmm~!"
"For convenience, let's skip the black stockings."
Akira's words lingered in Kirisu Mafuyu's ears.
Rip!
Kirisu Mafuyu's heart skipped a beat.
Physical connection completed…
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