Chapter 55
"Huh? Why is there a crybaby sitting here? Where did my world's number-one cutest Power go~?"
"Wuwuwaaah… Denji~"
Power threw herself at Denji's waist, burying her face in his chest and bursting into tears. At the same time, her sharp little nose kept twitching unconsciously.
Sniff sniff Sniff sniff
Huh? Why isn't there any other woman's slutty scent down there?
The moment she realized Denji hadn't slept with anyone else, Power's crying stopped as if someone hit the mute button—abruptly cut off.
After that brief freeze, all the tears she had built up in her heart suddenly didn't know whether to fall or not…
Himeno craned her neck and looked around. No matter how she searched, she couldn't see Koharu anywhere, so she cautiously asked:
"Uh—Denji-kun~ Do you know where my little Koharu went?"
"Oh, she's fine. Just wasn't feeling well, so she's 'resting' first."
"I see…"
Himeno's reply carried obvious hesitation. After thinking for a moment, she switched to an even more careful tone:
"Um… if little Koharu did anything to offend you, let me apologize for her first. That child doesn't have any bad intentions—she's just… often unlucky…"
Hearing Himeno's slightly distant, cautious tone, Denji felt something was off.
He shivered slightly; he knew there was now a pitifully thick wall between him and them.
But he wasn't speechless.
He just smiled, suddenly opened his mouth wide—"Aaaah—" showing off his healthy oral cavity, then said dramatically:
"Come on, guys, what offense are we even talking about? Besides, I already ate her into my stomach. If she wants to apologize, she can just talk to me from inside my belly~"
While speaking, Denji casually rubbed his stomach with satisfaction.
Right at that moment, his hand felt rapid breathing. Looking down, he saw Power's head inching closer and closer.
So he casually yanked her head back to a safe side position.
Power—mission failed—let out an angry little huff~
"Ah haha Denji-kun, you've actually got quite the sense of humor~"
Though a bit confused, Himeno still planned to play along and laugh.
But seeing Denji's exaggerated actions, something hit her funny bone—she ended up genuinely laughing~
"I'm not lying. If you don't believe me, you can go inside and say hi to her~"
Before Himeno could answer, Power had already pressed her face against Denji's stomach. Though her head was lowered, she still shouted toward his belly:
"Uh… whoever's in there, is Denji's stomach comfortable~?"
After shouting, she immediately pressed her ear tightly against Denji's abdomen to listen carefully.
No response.
Power instantly got mad. She glared fiercely at Denji's stomach and yelled:
"How dare you ignore this great one?! Believe it or not, this great one will go in there and beat you up!"
While speaking, Power couldn't hold back her "anger" and reached out to touch.
After pretending to threaten for a while, the angry expression on her face grew stranger and stranger.
Almost there! Almost there! Almost there!
No—no way, I can't laugh yet! Just a little more and this great one can finally understand Denji better!
Stupid Denji—this great one is about to win meow~!
The uncontrollable laughter had already distorted her features into something abstract.
Her slender little hand finally touched… something hard…
A fist?
Yes—a fist!
The fist that had just slipped into his pocket and moved over to block her in advance?!!
Power's expression froze. Her body trembled lightly as she looked up in disbelief.
She saw Denji's sharp eyes and the smug grin spreading at the corner of his mouth~
According to Denji's memory, on Blue Star that kind of expression was usually described with just three words—
"Plan succeeded!!!"
No! No no no! This great one absolutely cannot fall here!
Power struggled, still trying to bypass the fist to touch what was behind it—but what greeted her was Denji's other fist!
K.O.! After dealing with this restless troublemaker, Denji smiled again and looked toward Himeno.
Himeno—who had been staring in stunned silence—finally snapped back when she felt his gaze. She hurriedly waved her hands in refusal:
"N-no, let's talk about it next time…"
Hearing the key phrase "next time," Denji almost couldn't hold back another round of dirty talk.
Next time? There's an opportunity right now! Why wait for next time—let's do it this time…
Before the words left his mouth—
Finally, the only normal person in the group stepped forward.
Aki cleared his throat twice and spoke:
"Ahem. Since we're all done eating, if we don't need to wait for Higashiyama Koharu, let's head back."
"Of course we don't need to wait—she's in my stomach~"
Aki pretended not to hear the nonsense in Denji's words and turned to look at Arai Hirokazu beside him—who had somehow pulled out a small notebook and was frantically writing something.
Because he was right on Aki's left, Aki could vaguely see a few strange keywords on the page: "golden quotes," "great character," "Denji-san came early and killed everything," "Public Safety owes Denji-san a trophy"…
Completely incomprehensible.
He reminded him: "Arai?"
Though Arai didn't look up, he still answered in respectful language:
"I'm fine, Hayakawa-senpai. Oh right, I won't trouble you today. I plan to stop by the nearby bookstore later."
"Alright."
After Aki responded, he looked back at Denji. Before he could say anything, Denji grinned and flashed a peace sign.
Aki nodded in understanding.
The five of them walked to the entrance. Arai first greeted the two seniors, then gave Denji-san a slight bow before leaving.
The remaining four walked to the parking spot and got into the car together.
On the road.
Denji was organizing his thoughts in his mind when he suddenly remembered something and asked:
"Right—whose idea was the welcome party tonight?"
The welcome party info had come from Aki that morning.
The timing felt a bit off compared to his previous life…
Aki, who was driving, thought for a moment and answered calmly:
"I think it was organized by our direct superior in Special Division 4."
The tone was completely ordinary, but the content…
Himeno couldn't help feeling puzzled:
"Uh… if I remember correctly, tonight's welcome party isn't organized by Makima, right?"
Aki furrowed his brow slightly, but quickly relaxed it.
"Hm—correct. It is her."
Himeno felt something strange. Why did Aki sound like he barely knew Makima?
She asked in confusion: "Then why did you just call her 'direct superior'?"
"Hm? That's not wrong."
"No, I don't mean that—I mean your… 'way of addressing her.'"
"What's wrong with it? Isn't Makima our direct superior in Special Division 4?"
Hearing Aki's confusion, Himeno didn't know what to say anymore.
In the back seat.
Denji—who knew the truth—curled his lips into an even wider smile.
That was just a tiny lingering side effect from cutting the "brainwashing."
The effect was clearly very successful~
Wait! Tonight's welcome party is organized by Makima?!
What the hell is that woman planning now?
While Denji was thinking in the car.
In the heart of Tokyo, inside a luxurious high-floor apartment.
A red-haired woman with a perfect golden-ratio voluptuous figure stood in front of a full-length transparent mirror.
She held between her fingers a piece of lingerie—openwork like a starry night, lace carved like flowers…
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