"Mr. Akira, is this right?"
Although there were some changes in Yor's eyes, rationality still dominated. Even though God's Hand had been used—was this what they called natural counter-scheming?
"Mm, it would be better if you had a bit more reaction."
"Reaction? But as an assassin, one shouldn't have superfluous emotions. Although Mr. Akira's actions just now made me feel a little different, I've undergone professional training, so I definitely won't disappoint Mr. Akira."
Hahaha.
Mr. Akira was amused.
"Mm, as an assassin, I'm very satisfied with your performance. But right now, you're not an assassin—you're my girlfriend."
When girlfriend was mentioned, Yor's face turned red again. She hadn't reacted so strongly to the kiss just now. At this moment, Yor proactively took Mr. Akira's hand.
"I also want to be in love. I also want a boyfriend. Now, I have both."
Her expression was very excited, as if she thought being a couple just stopped there.
"Let me ask you—do you know where babies come from?"
"My teacher said you can only adopt them from an orphanage."
"And you took that as gospel?"
"All the children in the organization come from orphanages."
After getting off the tram, Mr. Akira pulled Yor along the street, looking for a love hotel. The latter was very relaxed, a subtle curve on her lips.
Here, Yor was an assassin when she had missions. When she had no missions, she worked as a pastry chef in the back kitchen of a bakery. She had never gone out to socialize with the opposite sex after work, simply going home alone, watching TV, and cooking.
Nowadays, on TV, it was constantly being said that being in your twenties and unmarried was a sin—becoming a woman abandoned by the times. She also didn't want to be abandoned by the times, but as an assassin, she had to adhere to the assassin's code.
However, Mr. Akira was also an assassin, so there was no need for them to be so restrained with each other. And Mr. Akira said he was her boyfriend.
This made Yor very excited.
Actually, the kiss just now felt quite good. But she was too nervous and simply didn't know how to respond. Love dramas on TV only went as far as a kiss. And every time she saw it, she would subconsciously turn her head away. She had no idea what happened after the kiss.
But now, the Level 8 Gale would let her know.
So, while nervous, she was also a little excited, wondering what would happen next. She was really looking forward to it.
"Give me the best room you have here."
The lighting was warm yellow and pink, and the walls were adorned with decorations from different rooms. Yor looked around curiously, while at the same time, the receptionist, under Akira's Cognitive Distortion, directly handed Akira the room key. As he left, the receptionist even gave Akira a strip of small pills, telling him to take it easy and not hurt his back.
Akira smiled, saying nothing. Because in the receptionist's eyes, he was his father.
The soundproofing of a couple's hotel—those who know, know. Even a normal hotel couldn't be completely soundproof.
Yor didn't understand, but some primal instincts in her body were awakened, causing her to feel some strange sensations.
Akira turned on the TV and found a short film with a decent cover.
"This is what fake boyfriends and girlfriends do next."
Akira's expression remained unchanged. But in his heart, there was a wicked pleasure of corrupting a child.
Although in Eroge, such a plot would only appear on naive young girls. But he didn't expect—after Yor integrated into this world, she would actually become like this.
It was his first time having such an experience, and Akira was very interested. He directly opened a bottle of champagne that was in the room and poured it into their champagne flutes.
Yor's face was flushed, and with the slight alcohol stimulation, she felt her whole body heat up.
Is this what boyfriends and girlfriends do? It looks so wild! But she didn't know why her body would…
Beneath her black "battle suit," Yor felt a bit damp, and her legs involuntarily clamped together.
"You go take a shower first—relax a bit."
Yor got up in a daze and walked into the bathroom.
The bathrooms in couple's hotels are basically undefended, but Akira didn't know this. It wasn't until he saw Yor's well-toned curves—her perky S-shape—that he lay on the bed and directly started enjoying the view.
Yor let down her long hair. Her long, straight black hair, wet, clung to her fair skin. She squeezed out shampoo and began to wash carefully. But she didn't know why, the images she had just seen kept appearing in her mind. That strange feeling once again occupied her body.
The foam from the shower gel covered her body.
Akira, meanwhile, watched through the one-way mirror, sipping champagne and savoring the moment. An unexpected surprise. And he had only been in this world for four hours, so he had plenty of time.
Yor's height was 170 cm. Her leg length to height ratio was quite close to the golden ratio. The key was that while Yor had a model's figure, she didn't have the drawbacks of those models. The places that should be large were not to be underestimated, and the places that should be perky could support a champagne flute. Simply put—perfect.
Coupled with her delicate features and fair skin. Now, with the flowing water, the glistening water droplets made her appear even more three-dimensional. She was simply like a work of art.
Finally, Yor finished her shower, wrapped herself in a towel, and walked out. Akira offered her some champagne.
"Alright, it's my turn to wash."
Akira's physique was needless to say—it was the kind that even Yor couldn't help but want to explore. But the key wasn't the physique. She could see the Level 8 Gale. Didn't that mean he could also have… just now?
Ah~!
In an instant, images appeared in Yor's mind. Suddenly, she felt the surrounding air become hot and dry.
Akira's movements were very fast. If it weren't to give Yor a buffer, he felt he wouldn't even need to shower.
Because of the champagne, a faint blush appeared on Yor's face.
"Um, I just saw some things on TV. Do we have to do that too?"
As an assassin, Yor had strong independent judgment, but now, she actually felt herself becoming indecisive.
Akira smiled, took out a towel. "I'll help you dry your hair, and the rest is up to you."
Yor's long hair reached her waist and was very thick. Akira reached out and gathered her long hair, using the towel to absorb the water. Meanwhile, Yor put into practice what she had just learned from the TV. Her heart, for no reason, began to pound wildly.
How strange. She clearly wasn't under attack. But why did she have a feeling that only appeared when facing a crisis?
Her hair was almost dry, and Akira casually tied it up. Then, like a hungry tiger pouncing on its prey, he restrained Yor's movements.
Yor's chest heaved, her heart far from calm. The sense of shame that usually almost disappeared suddenly sprang out at this moment.
"No rush—we have time to take it slow. I'll tell you step by step what happens between boyfriends and girlfriends."
Although he had used Bewitch Heart to bring her here earlier, now that power was clearly no longer needed.
God's Hand activated.
Yor's eyes widened, feeling her senses amplify. Not only were they more sensitive, but even her sight and hearing were strengthening.
"Gale~!"
She looked at Akira, somewhat at a loss.
But Akira just smiled. "This is just the beginning. With this set of actions from me, it's enough to open the door to a new world for you."
Akira leaned down and gently kissed Yor on the forehead.
Two-Pronged Approach activated.
Human Cannon activated.
Backstabber activated.
Beast Tamer activated.
Abdicate the Throne activated.
This left enough aura. Soon, Lucoa would surely find her and give her the power of a dragon.
Yor slept soundly in Akira's arms, like a little kitten.
Akira looked at the quartz clock on the wall and found that two hours had quietly passed. Although he didn't really want to leave, this was a day he had exchanged for three rounds. He had to complete at least three goals.
Leaving a note for Yor, Akira put on his clothes, and his figure instantly disappeared from the room.
Yor's strength was not low. In his impression, she was a woman who could use a hand chop against a dagger and shatter others' weapons with her bare hands. She had already shaken off the strong men, so her safety was not a concern at all.
First, complete the mission. If I move quickly, maybe I can even complete a few more strategies. Before leaving, I might even have time to look back.
The tram exited the tunnel. Akira suddenly noticed that the tram had downtime—six hours a day. The actual operating time was eighteen hours.
Calculating this way, Akira realized that the time to find and conquer targets was not as abundant as he thought. Like now, he was on the last tram. Around him were only exhausted office workers dozing off on the train. No targets appeared at all.
People's daily routines also had a significant impact on the appearance of targets. Moreover, some characters who might become targets simply don't need to take the tram. With various factors combined, the single day offered by these three turn-based replacements wasn't as ideal as imagined.
How about… grabbing the target and making them ride the tram?
I wonder if that counts as cheating.
Mr. Akira turned his head to look out the window, bored. If there's no target, I'll go back and find Yor. Maid-chan would also work. She's a Dragon-human now, possessing dragon power, so her recovery ability is evident.
Just as Mr. Akira was idly thinking about these random things—
A huge black hole suddenly appeared in the sky not far away. Then, a figure shot out like a meteor. And just as the hole was about to dissipate, two winged angels followed closely behind. They chased the meteor ahead with lightning speed.
The meteor made a turn and plunged directly toward Mr. Akira's location.
Boom!
A massive body crashed onto the tram. It directly smashed into the interior.
At that moment, the Eroge locked onto its target. It was that huge figure.
"Mr. Akira, I'm Lucoa's friend. She told me where you were. Please—help me!"
Green dragon scales, a body like a small mountain, and crucially—a sword was stuck in her back.
Mr. Akira instantly recognized the target's identity: Tohru. The daughter of the Chaos Dragon Clan leader. Now she was severely wounded, with a greatsword in her back, and two angels were chasing her.
"There's a price for my help."
"I know! Lucoa told me. It's just lewdness, right? I agree."
Mr. Akira rubbed his forehead, a little speechless. That Lucoa fellow told me not to cause trouble when she left. Then she immediately dumped a problem right in my lap.
"Human?"
The two angels had already arrived, trailing her, and discovered Mr. Akira in the carriage. And there were several more in the carriages behind.
"Finish this quickly, then erase their memories."
With that, the two angels chanted a spell, pointing their fingers directly at Tohru.
"Light-element, Holy Heaven."
A beam of light, without a moment's delay, exuding a sacred aura, shot straight toward Tohru.
But the next moment, the light beam was reflected into the sky by a mirror, causing a huge explosion. The dark night instantly became as bright as day, lasting for two seconds.
"A1 high flash—impressive."
Mr. Akira sat on Tohru's dragon back, carefully examining the giant sword in his hand.
The two angels froze. That was a magic sword—how could a mere mortal… No—someone had concealed his aura.
The two angels exchanged glances, wanting to remove the concealment from Mr. Akira. But before they could move their hands—
The giant blade in Mr. Akira's hand instantly grew dozens of meters, like a flash of brilliant light. The two angels were decapitated.
"Go!"
Mr. Akira leaped up. The greatsword in his hand bloomed like a lotus, slicing the bodies of the two angels into dust.
Tohru cooperated by breathing a stream of dragon fire, destroying the angels' bodies without a trace.
"Oh?"
As soon as he landed, the divine sword in Mr. Akira's hand shattered inch by inch, turning into specks of light dust.
"What a pity—I thought this sword was quite useful."
"That's a magic sword. It can restrict magic element synthesis."
Tohru had already transformed into human form. She had horns on her head, a tail behind her, and her eyes, like burning flames, shot many curious glances at Mr. Akira.
"Oh~! No wonder you were being chased by those two nobodies."
"They aren't nobodies—they're Punishing Angels."
"Punishing Angels? Are they very powerful?"
"Not extremely powerful. Just among the strongest of the angels, that's all."
"Then doesn't that settle it?"
Mr. Akira walked to a nearby stone and sat down. Tohru, annoyed, leaned in closer.
"Aren't you going to make those people who saw the scene disappear?"
"I don't have magic to erase memories. Besides, this is trouble Lucoa caused, so of course she has to deal with it herself. By the way, we killed Punishing Angels—will those gods come looking for trouble?"
Tohru sat next to Mr. Akira and grabbed his hands.
"It's just as Lucoa said—truly a wonderful magic."
Mr. Akira pinched Tohru upon hearing this, and she replied with a slightly playful tone. "No. Although I wanted to fight them alone, after the Chaos Dragon Clan received the news, they started fighting the gods again. They don't have time to worry about this side right now."
What a pain.
He rushed in impulsively, which resulted in the Chaos Dragon Clan having a big fight with the gods. In other words, Lucoa's hurried return just now was because Tohru had acted foolishly.
Hmm, this differed slightly from the information Mr. Akira knew. But it was a multi-anime world, so discrepancies were normal.
"Hey—why are you holding my hand?"
Mr. Akira was speechless. Since Tohru had first touched his hand, she had been constantly trying to make it touch different parts of her body. It was as if she was researching how to make it feel better.
Hearing Mr. Akira's words, she showed no shyness at all, opening her arms and hugging him. Although it didn't have the overwhelming dominance that made one's vision go black like Lucoa's, it still reached a level where it could be quite impactful.
"Of course—I'm thinking about how to repay Mr. Akira."
Her lively tone and restless movements made Mr. Akira suspect she had a fake injury.
"Shouldn't you be on your last breath right now? Just now, you had such a big sword stuck in your back."
"That sword restricted the synthesis of magic elements in my body, and my magic elements were getting less and less, so of course I had to run. Now that Mr. Akira has pulled the sword out, I can synthesize magic elements again, so this little injury is nothing. Of course, in the short term, my strength will still be diminished. But Mr. Akira, what you just said made me feel so tingly."
Saying that, Tohru sat down naturally. The moonlight fell, and its silvery luster coated Tohru's skin with a porcelain white. Her tail wagged back and forth, like a happy cat inviting Mr. Akira to play with her.
Under Great Pressure had already activated. No matter what, Tohru's true form was much larger than Mr. Akira's, so even when she transformed into a human, her physical form was still calculated based on her true form.
"Lucoa seems to have told you a lot."
"Mm~!"
Tohru licked her lips, eager to try. "So I can't wait."