"Misunderstanding! It's a misunderstanding!"
Satoru Gojo and Suguru Geto let go of each other, waving their hands frantically.
"Opportunity!" Shion seized the moment, striking both in two swift moves.
"I win!"
Satoru and Geto lay on the ground, faces full of indignation.
"That doesn't count! You ambushed us!"
Shion shrugged, spreading his hands.
"On the battlefield, no one cares about ambushes. If I were an enemy, you two would already be dead."
"Stop pretending to be serious and lecturing us, geez!"
"What? You're not backing out of our bet, are you? No take-backs!"
Satoru and Geto paled instantly.
Geto hesitated, raising his hand.
"Um… can we change the bet?"
"No way!" Shion crossed his arms, refusing.
He glanced at Geto's resistant expression and chuckled.
"Suguru, if you honor the bet, I'll sell you yūun at a discount. Original price: one billion yen. I'll give you 50% off."
Geto's eyes widened.
"A gentleman's word is his bond! I could never go back on it. Satoru, you agree, right? Such behavior is shameful to betray!"
Shion just smirked.
---
Fushitori Ward, Department Store.
Ieiri Shoko followed Shion, puzzled.
"Shion, you said there was something good to see here. You meant the comic convention, right?"
Shoko looked at the throngs of anime characters, cosplayers, and photographers, wondering if she should snap a photo.
Shion's mouth twisted into a mischievous smirk.
"No, I mean something even better."
Shoko blinked.
"Shion, your smile right now… it looks really creepy."
"Does it?"
"Exactly like a shut-in peeking through a hole to watch a girl change clothes… or sneakily pulling out a camera with ill intentions."
Shion's eye twitched as he ruffled her hair.
"Cut the nonsense. Just wait, you'll end up like me soon enough."
Shoko's expression stayed listless.
Aside from cigarettes and alcohol, she wasn't interested in much.
---
"Wow!"
Suddenly, cheers erupted.
Cosplayers, photographers, and passersby surged forward.
In the center of the crowd, two figures towered: the 190cm Satoru Gojo and the 180+cm Suguru Geto.
Their height alone set them apart, but their outfits were even more eye-catching.
One was a white-haired catgirl maid, the other a black-haired catgirl maid.
Their tall, slender frames and long legs in black stockings drew immediate attention.
"Hello! Can we take a photo together?"
"I'm a photographer! Can I get some shots?"
For Satoru, this was nothing new.
"Everyone, don't push. Take your time!" he called.
"Holy crap! A femboy!"
"A guy… this is even more exciting!"
"Husband… no, wait, wife! Wife!"
Geto, experiencing this for the first time, looked flustered.
"Um… I'm a guy too!"
The crowd collectively gasped.
Cosplaying girls felt outshined—one was impressive, but two?
This was unfair.
Satoru put an arm around Geto.
"Relax. What's done is done. Just enjoy it."
Guided by Satoru's playful confidence, Geto slowly let himself have fun.
"One, two, three, say cheese!"
The two smiled sweetly, striking poses that grew increasingly flamboyant, stealing the spotlight completely.
---
Second floor.
Shoko barely contained herself.
"Pfft… hahahaha… they… hahahaha…"
Shion silently pulled out a magenta camera, capturing every ridiculous moment.
"Got Suguru's blackmail material too!" he whispered with a grin.
Shoko raised an eyebrow, quickly snapping ten photos on her phone.
---
Tokyo Jujutsu High School office.
Yaga Masamichi stared at the photos Shoko sent.
In the images, Catgirl Satoru and Catgirl Geto posed effortlessly, enjoying themselves.
He rubbed his eyes, doubting his vision.
Nope.
Definitely not a mistake.
He was just too old to understand young people anymore.
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