Chapter 60
Under Denji's unreasonable antics (Denji: Unreasonable? Aren't you the one being cold and heartless? You're really okay with letting me run naked through the streets like this?)
and with Himeno's enthusiastic assist (Himeno: Denji's right—just strip, Aki.)
Aki couldn't figure out why Himeno was joining in on the chaos and gave her a puzzled glance. (Himeno: cute tongue-out + wink ehehe~)
"…"
Aki eventually gave in.
Denji changed into Aki's full outfit. Under the effect of "Non-Stain," in just one instant the clothes carried only Denji's own scent.
Denji straightened the edges of the clothes and casually said: "Seeing how unwilling you are, Aki, I'll just come ask you for clothes again next time~"
At that moment Aki—legs clamped together, one hand covering himself, the other fumbling with the key to open the door—suddenly whipped his head around!
"You—said—WHAT?!!"
"Hehe~"
Though Denji appeared to be talking to Aki, he was actually drawing Himeno's attention—who had been staring intently at a certain spot.
The two exchanged a glance. Denji subtly pointed at Aki and flashed a meaningful naughty grin.
Himeno simply blinked.
She didn't know what Denji was planning, so she didn't respond directly—but she also didn't warn Aki, choosing instead to wait and see.
Since the stairwell was closer to Aki's apartment, Denji naturally had to go downstairs from this side.
The moment he passed by Aki—
SMACK—!!
"Guh—?!"
A heavy slap landed squarely on Aki's butt—nearly knocking all rationality out of him.
Seeing Aki only grit his teeth and glare, still managing to hold back—
Denji patted his own butt again and made a provocative gesture.
Finally Aki couldn't take it anymore—he raised his leg, not even expecting to land the kick. This brat really couldn't behave for a single second.
Just get lost already! You stole all my clothes and now you pull this shit on me? All my earlier sympathy was wasted on a dog!
But the instant he raised his leg—Himeno, who had been staring fixedly, suddenly brightened.
She hurried forward and reached out with both hands.
"Calm down, Aki—you'll flash everyone like that~!"
And hugged him tight!
Ah~~
What great texture!!
(Of course—I'm talking about Aki's abs.)
After enjoying herself, Himeno didn't forget to give Denji a big thumbs-up.
Denji snickered once, then slipped away triumphantly and carefree~
Down to the first floor, Denji raised his hand and adjusted the range of the "Eternal Domain."
He changed it from bathroom-sized to covering the entire apartment.
Time flow inside and outside balanced—serving only as detection and protection.
This should be safe enough…
Time to head out.
...
How should he vent his desire?
Watch porn?
He walked into a video store, used Aki's Public Safety ID (still tucked in his chest pocket and forgotten), temporarily requisitioned the small screening room from the owner, then picked out several discs.
Skip, skip, watch…
Whoa oh oh! So that's how it's done? Interesting~
But after a while, he suddenly felt bored.
Not exciting at all—and the pictures don't match reality at all!
Zero stimulation.
Annoying—this dull sensation only applies to the current video, but after a little stimulation his own body feels even worse. Everything feels wrong!
Slightly irritated, he scratched his head, thanked the store owner, and moved on to the bookstore.
The clerk was a young girl. The moment she saw Denji she immediately came over enthusiastically~
"Hello, sir! How may I help you today?"
"I want to see porn magazines."
"Ah… um, this is a proper bookstore~ We don't have that kind of thing."
"Where's a not-proper bookstore then?"
"Uh… I don't know~"
Seeing the young clerk on the verge of tears, Denji didn't press further.
Even so, the girl—being a total face-con—immediately started mentally filling in the blanks of Denji's reasonable needs.
A guy this handsome—shouldn't he just crook his finger and have tons of girls throwing themselves at him?
Yet he still needs this kind of material—could it be that he's…?
Oh my god—rare treasure!
Thinking this, the clerk's eyes suddenly lit up.
Someone this good-looking having a bit of common-sense deficiency is normal, right? After all, being this handsome usually gets you ostracized by guys—no casual guy talk, so not knowing this stuff makes sense.
And other girls would never imagine someone this handsome would ask so directly.
So their insecure selves wouldn't dare approach, let alone make a move.
But now—by extreme luck and coincidence—I met him at this exact moment!
This must be fate arranged by heaven!!
She hurriedly called out to Denji who was about to leave.
"Sir! Although we don't have that kind of magazine, we do have some very nice model magazines Come take a look first—if you're not satisfied I'll find more for you"
Denji rubbed his chin, thought about it—since he had no next target anyway—he agreed.
"Sure."
The young clerk happily led Denji to the small reading table inside the store.
Soon she came back carrying a huge stack of various "cool" magazines.
"Here, here you go."
She was holding so many she could barely speak.
Denji quickly took them with both hands.
Their fingers only brushed for an instant—but the clerk had already mentally named their future children.
She placed the magazines on the table. Denji didn't stand on ceremony—he sat down and started flipping through them immediately.
The clerk waited a moment. Seeing Denji didn't give further instructions, she quietly walked to the front door.
She flipped the sign from "OPEN" to "CLOSED" and turned off the shop light.
While doing all this she thought:
It's not like I'm causing trouble—this time is almost closing anyway~ I'm just closing two hours early.
Besides, what's wrong with staying open for a customer after closing? It shows I treat customers like gods!
I have such great service spirit—I've contributed so much to this store, next time Dad better give me more pocket money!
Thinking this, she glanced back toward Denji's direction.
Perfect—that spot can't be seen from outside at all~
Hehe~
Just as she turned to go over, she suddenly remembered something.
Those "cool" magazines aren't enough to get the blood pumping.
So she sneaked upstairs to her dad's private collection room.
After rummaging around, following her dad's habit of hiding pocket money, she indeed found a locked cabinet in the corner.
There was a small potted plant on top. She lifted the pebbles, found the key, and opened the cabinet.
Ignoring the old books and original manuscripts on the top shelf, she did find some special forbidden books below.
But the problem was—these were all text-only. Would that customer like them?
Whatever—take them down first! Worst case I can read them aloud to the handsome guy bit by bit!
And with my literary skills, maybe I can even make up even more "blood-boiling" content for him~
Hehe hehehe yahaha!
Ahh~ stupid legs stop shaking—you're so excited you'll give it away later!
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