Tokyo: My Superpower Refreshes Every Week-Chapter 421 - 419 Genius Idea_1

Time seemed to freeze at this moment.

The cicadas in the trees were still chirping, sunshine sprinkled on the ground, and Ayatsuki Ayaka, wrapped in a floral cloth, felt her heart almost leap out of her chest in fright.

She looked at Aozawa up in the tree, smooth and pale like a shelled egg, and then at the sleek, beautifully curved sports car. Her heart pounded, and she quickly said, "Aozawa, come down! Someone’s coming! It’ll be bad if they mistake you for a pervert!"

Aozawa had already sensed Chitose approaching and wasn’t panicked at all. He continued to climb, retrieved his bag and cell phone, then leaped down from the tree.

Ayatsuki Ayaka wanted to pull Aozawa back under the floral cloth to prevent him from being seen as a pervert, but then she saw an incredibly beautiful woman get out of that stunning car.

Her long, black hair was tied into a single ponytail, her features were delicate, and her skin was fair, reminiscent of Alpine snow.

Her upper body, clad in a light-blue shirt, was as impressively statuesque as the Alps themselves.

The epaulettes on her shoulders shone brightly in the sunlight, indicating the newcomer’s prominent status.

Morimoto Chiyoda watched the scene before her.

Aozawa stood there naked.

Behind him, Ayatsuki Ayaka was tightly wrapped in the floral cloth with only her head poking out, even her feet concealed beneath it.

From this, one could guess she probably wasn’t wearing anything either.

She glanced at the Japanese-style mansion. Could the rumors actually be true?

"Chitose, why are you here?"

Aozawa waved, standing there quite unabashedly.

As the saying goes, a noble man is open and serene, while a petty man is forever in distress.

He considered himself a refined gentleman and thus could face anyone in the world with an untroubled heart.

Morimoto Chiyoda rolled her eyes at him and said with a smile, "If I hadn’t come, wouldn’t you have been carted off to the police station as a pervert?"

Her gaze shifted from Aozawa to Ayatsuki Ayaka behind him.

The girl’s eyes were wide, her wheat-colored cheeks doing nothing to hide the hostility in her heart.

In her opinion, it was this old witch who had caused Aozawa to develop a mental illness; her PUA tactics were exceedingly crafty.

She would never forgive this woman!

"I’ll go buy you two some clothes."

"Thanks a lot." Aozawa smiled in response.

Ayatsuki Ayaka spoke up, "No need. I can call Saeko to buy clothes and bring them over."

Morimoto Chiyoda responded to her hostility with considerable calm, crossing her arms. "I think you’re mistaken. Running around in public without clothes on... according to the law, you’re both perverts, and I have the authority to take you to the police station. That was a notification, not a request for your opinion. Considering our acquaintance, I’ll give you two options. One, wear the clothes I buy. Two, I take you to the police station, and we call your parents to pick you up."

"Uh..."

Ayatsuki Ayaka suddenly experienced the ugliness of adults—using power for personal gain.

A flicker of struggle crossed her face, but she had no choice but to nod in submission.

If her parents found out she and a boy were standing outside naked, she was sure to get a beating, and it might even escalate to a tag-team thrashing from her parents.

Seeing her relent, Morimoto Chiyoda’s serious expression suddenly softened into a smile. "The Bugatti Veyron can only take one passenger, so you come with me. Aozawa, find a place to hide. Don’t let other police officers catch you and mistake you for a pervert."

Ayatsuki Ayaka instinctively started to retort, but Morimoto Chiyoda anticipated her thoughts and said calmly, "Or, Aozawa can come with me to buy clothes, and you can stay here."

Ayatsuki Ayaka immediately swallowed her words.

Aozawa was naked right now. Wouldn’t it be dangerous for him to be in a car with Morimoto Chiyoda?

She absolutely could not allow that to happen.

"Let’s go." Ayatsuki Ayaka hurriedly stepped forward, then turned her head. "Aozawa, hide well! Don’t let anyone see you!"

"No problem." Aozawa gave an OK sign, having complete trust in Chitose.

* * *

Wrapped in the floral cloth, Ayatsuki Ayaka settled into the passenger seat of the Bugatti Veyron. Compared to her father’s old clunker, this sports car was obviously more luxurious, exuding an artistic beauty from its seats to its steering wheel.

She pursed her lips, determined not to say a single word to this wicked woman.

Morimoto Chiyoda started the Bugatti Veyron, glancing at the passenger seat.

Ayatsuki Ayaka immediately glared back, her cheeks slightly puffed, her jelly-colored lips clenched tight, like a puppy ready to bite.

Brimming with hostility.

Indeed, she really wasn’t willing to let Aozawa date multiple girls, Morimoto Chiyoda thought.

Having clarified this, Morimoto Chiyoda felt somewhat more relaxed. She drove toward the nearest shopping district and casually asked, "How far have you and Aozawa progressed?"

"None of your business!" Ayatsuki Ayaka shot back indignantly. "That’s between Aozawa and me!"

Morimoto Chiyoda frowned slightly, not because of the girl’s defiant attitude, but simply because her voice sounded somewhat familiar.

She turned her head, carefully observing Ayatsuki Ayaka.

Her skin was wheat-colored, and the floral cloth concealed her figure, but the blonde hair with colored tips looked very much like...

"What are you looking at? Focus on driving!" Ayatsuki Ayaka clutched the floral cloth tighter, her expression still full of hostility, as if ready to draw a sword and slay the Demon King at any moment.

Morimoto Chiyoda’s gaze returned to the road ahead. "You wouldn’t happen to be a fashion blogger, would you?"

"You—you’ve been spying on me?!" Ayatsuki Ayaka looked shocked.

Morimoto Chiyoda’s lips curled up slightly. "Hot girl sauce, I’m Early Summer!"

"Eh?!" Ayatsuki Ayaka was even more shocked.

Morimoto Chiyoda gave her a sidelong glance.

The expression on the girl’s face was incredibly complex, wavering between hostility and friendliness.

"Are you really Sister Early Summer?"

Ayatsuki Ayaka couldn’t imagine that the mature, intelligent older sister figure she admired was actually a pervert who preyed on young people using PUA.

No, it can’t be! Sister Early Summer has always supported me, tipped me, and encouraged me. How could she be a bad person?!

She’s been so good to me!

Ayatsuki Ayaka’s worldview was shaking.

"Do you remember when I told you to be brave in love and not care what others think..."

After Morimoto Chiyoda presented this evidence, her face still held the joy of meeting an online friend, but inwardly, she wanted to slap herself.

So, had she been encouraging her own cuckolding?

"You really are Sister Early Summer!"

Ayatsuki Ayaka’s mental recognition system had instantly switched Morimoto Chiyoda’s label from "old witch" to "friendly Early Summer."

She was utterly without artifice, so she couldn’t manage, like Morimoto Chiyoda, to maintain a flawless smile while feeling deeply embarrassed inside.

Ayatsuki Ayaka felt awkward, and her expression showed it, like a guard dog with poor eyesight that had mistaken its owner for an enemy and barked.

"So, you’re Sister Early Summer," she muttered, looking at Morimoto Chiyoda in the driver’s seat. She now felt that this woman’s appearance and demeanor did indeed match her image of the mature and intelligent Early Summer.

The scent of perfume, the kind only adults wore, floated in the air.

"Yeah. I never expected to meet a blogger I like this way. You’re just as cute as I imagined," Morimoto Chiyoda chuckled.

Ayatsuki Ayaka replied, "Sister Early Summer, you’re also as mature and confident as I imagined."

Morimoto Chiyoda tried to sow discord. "Still, it’s quite surprising. Aozawa knows my online name and often sees me when he watches your stuff. He didn’t recognize you from that?"

"Eh? Aozawa watches my fashion videos too? That’s so embarrassing." Ayatsuki Ayaka’s cheeks turned red again.

Morimoto Chiyoda didn’t know how to react. They had already been completely naked with each other, yet this girl found being seen in a video embarrassing?

This girl’s train of thought was truly beyond ordinary comprehension.

The tricky part was that after learning Chiyoda was Early Summer, Ayatsuki Ayaka’s attitude had done a complete 180-degree turn.

Morimoto Chiyoda could tell that the girl had genuinely let go of her hostility.

But she would have preferred Ayatsuki Ayaka to maintain that hostility, because this change in behavior indicated that Ayatsuki Ayaka might truly accept Aozawa two-timing.

Moreover, it made it difficult for her to be harsh. She didn’t mind playing mind games with people, but sincerity was what she feared most.

These kinds of people were the most troublesome.

* * *

The two bought clothes at the shopping district and returned to the mansion.

While driving, Morimoto Chiyoda probed, "Iroha, have you agreed to Aozawa’s invitation to be with more than one girl?"

Sitting in the passenger seat, Ayatsuki Ayaka replied, "Sister Chitose, I don’t think the current situation is so bad."

Morimoto Chiyoda said earnestly, "I hope you understand that this situation won’t last forever. You’re still young, and I don’t want you to have regrets from giving yourself away so easily. You need to consider that when Aozawa graduates, you’ll go to different universities, and then there’s work. Once Aozawa starts working, will he still have enough time to spend with you?"

Ayatsuki Ayaka was stunned for a moment. She had never thought about the future, merely feeling that things were fine as they were and that she would just keep going that way.

Morimoto Chiyoda had suddenly dragged the distant future before her, demanding an answer. How could there possibly be an answer to such a thing?

Wait!

A lightbulb went off in Ayatsuki Ayaka’s head, and she clapped her hands. "Sister Chitose, then let’s just have Aozawa not work! We’ll support him! Then he’ll have time to spend with us!"

Morimoto Chiyoda almost crashed the Bugatti Veyron into a wall. She quickly corrected the steering, thinking, Are modern high school girls’ ideas all this unconventional?

Ayatsuki Ayaka thought her idea was simply genius.

There are twenty-four hours in a day. As long as their work and rest schedules were staggered, they could fully enjoy a leisurely life with Aozawa.

That way, it would be like having Aozawa all to themselves.

The only thing to consider was how to allocate time at night. Sleeping all together... she found the thought very embarrassing.

Ayatsuki Ayaka fell into a troubled silence.

Morimoto Chiyoda was even more troubled and couldn’t help but ask, "Have you already agreed to this with Aozawa?"

"Not yet. Saeko and the others told me to think about it more. Oh, right, Sister Chitose, what’s the deal with Aozawa’s mental illness?" Ayatsuki Ayaka asked with a serious expression.

Morimoto Chiyoda was somewhat baffled. "Huh? How come I didn’t know he had a mental illness?"

"Aozawa doesn’t have Sudden Shamelessness Syndrome?!" Ayatsuki Ayaka was equally bewildered.

Morimoto Chiyoda finally understood where the initial hostility had come from. "Heh."

She scoffed.