Tokyo: My Superpower Refreshes Every Week-Chapter 458 - 456 Chitose’s Access Control is the Law_1

Chapter 458: Chapter 456 Chitose’s Access Control is the Law_1

ROAR!

The Lamborghini’s engine emitted a pleasing sound. Well before reaching the gate, Morimoto Chiyoda used the voice control feature to open it remotely.

When the car reached the villa, the ornate iron gate stood open. She didn’t need to stop, driving straight in before turning off the engine.

"Close the gate."

Following this command, the ornate iron gate slowly closed.

Morimoto Chiyoda opened the car door, her long, slender legs touching the ground first. After exiting the car, she closed the door with a flick of her wrist and then used her phone to open the villa’s main entrance.

She strode forward.

"Welcome back, Chitose!"

At the entryway, the boy, grinning from ear to ear, raised his hand and handed her a cup of milk tea, saying with a smile, "Today, I bought and prepped all the ingredients, and I even saved enough money for three cups of milk tea."

"Was there a sale today?"

A hint of surprise touched Morimoto Chiyoda’s voice. At the entrance, she slipped off her shoes, then took the milk tea with her left hand—the one that hadn’t touched her footwear—and took a happy sip.

The cool, sweet milk tea slid down her throat, banishing the summer heat that lingered outside.

Aozawa chuckled. "Shouko helped haggle the price down. With the money we saved, I bought three cups of milk tea—one for her, and I saved one for you."

When Morimoto Chiyoda heard the girl’s name, the milk tea in her mouth suddenly tasted less sweet.

Her expression remained unchanged, as impassive as a meticulously sculpted ice sculpture. She placed her shoes in the rack. "Shouko? A girl from your class?"

"No, she’s Tetsuji’s sister. A very sweet and sensible girl, a year younger than me."

"Ohh..."

Morimoto Chiyoda deliberately drew out the sound, her voice practically oozing seduction. The calculated inflection nearly made Aozawa’s bones melt, his blood pumping like a twin-turbocharged engine floored to the max.

But he didn’t react further, merely giving her a look. "Chitose, you have a rather dirty mind!"

Morimoto Chiyoda glanced at him sideways and said slowly, "Dirty? I think it’s quite an appropriate description for you. A sweet and agreeable girl a year younger than you, and you claim to have no thoughts about her? I don’t believe that for a second."

"I only see her as a sister!"

"That’s even worse."

Her response made Aozawa sigh. He felt incredibly wronged, like the tragic Dou E, half-expecting snow to fall in August to prove his innocence.

"I..."

Just as he was about to explain, Morimoto Chiyoda brought the milk tea to his lips, effectively silencing him with the straw.

Aozawa took a sip of the milk tea, also tasting the faint scent from her lips.

"Never say never," Morimoto Chiyoda said. "If Shouko develops feelings for you, would you reject her?"

This question made Aozawa freeze for a moment, unsure how to respond.

Or perhaps, he already had an answer in mind.

Morimoto Chiyoda smiled and flicked his forehead. "As if I don’t know you. Back off, playboy."

As her words trailed off, her tone once again stretched playfully, her eyes crinkling with a smile. Then, she turned, the smile slowly vanishing from her face.

Good. She could almost foresee her future encounters with this Shouko.

Morimoto Chiyoda thought this not because she believed Aozawa was one-of-a-kind, but due to his evident appeal.

He was handsome, excelled academically, and was the captain of the Kendo club. In their school days, girls often chose partners based on either strong academics or athletic prowess.

Given these criteria, a boy who was also handsome, gentle, reliable, and cheerful was undoubtedly in the top tier of popularity.

It wouldn’t be surprising if Shouko developed an interest in him through their interactions.

What Morimoto Chiyoda couldn’t fathom, however, was why someone like Phoenix Academy Maggie, a young lady of such high standing, would be interested in Aozawa.

Without revealing her identity as an Angel Envoy, Aozawa’s superficial qualities mentioned just now wouldn’t be enough to attract someone like her.

Morimoto Chiyoda mulled it over and concluded the most likely reason had something to do with her own presence.

Her presence allowed Aozawa to remain unfazed by high school girls who looked like young ladies from wealthy families.

This might sound easy, but most men couldn’t manage it. They often grappled with feelings of inferiority due to their looks or other perceived shortcomings.

If you don’t respect yourself, you can’t expect others to respect you.

These thoughts flickered through Morimoto Chiyoda’s mind, but she quickly dismissed them. Whatever the reasons for the young lady’s affection, their competition was an undeniable fact.

Considering Aozawa’s capable body, she had to admit Iroha’s suggestion had merit.

But that was something to consider later. For now, Morimoto Chiyoda didn’t need to dwell on it; her progress was already far ahead of the other girls.

After all, they hadn’t even lost their maidenhood yet.

...

Unlike the previous day, when Morimoto Chiyoda entered the kitchen today, she found the ingredients already washed and chopped.

She only needed to put on an apron and could start cooking immediately. The finished dishes were passed to Aozawa through the serving hatch, and he arranged them on the dining table.

Four dishes and one soup.

They chatted while they ate.

After they finished eating, Aozawa said with a smile, "Chitose, about tonight..."

"No way."

Morimoto Chiyoda decisively cut him off before he could continue.

Aozawa sighed. "Well then, I’m going for a night run."

Morimoto Chiyoda glanced at him, her voice tinged with irritation. "Even if you were here... Never mind. Go for your night run."

She changed her mind mid-sentence, deciding against letting Aozawa stay in the villa to chat with Ayatsuki Ayaka.

Perhaps he enjoyed that feeling of sneaking around, out of her sight.

Morimoto Chiyoda knew she couldn’t be too strict with Aozawa, nor too lenient.

Finding the right balance was something she constantly had to consider.

Her main criterion for intervening was whether Aozawa’s actions would put him in danger.

If it wasn’t anything serious, she’d let him have his fun.

"Don’t forget the curfew."

"I know."

Aozawa nodded, though he had no intention of actually going for a night run.

He had already mentally canceled his usual one-hour evening jog; that kind of light exercise no longer did anything for his physique.

He had replaced it with high-intensity study sessions.

The current Aozawa no longer needed physical training. The enhancements to his constitution, bestowed by Forte, showed no signs of waning.

Even if they did diminish slightly, his abilities would still be at a level most martial artists could only dream of achieving in a lifetime.

Physical exercise had become pointless for him. If he wanted to strengthen his willpower, studying more was a better approach.

Thanks to his efforts, his pile of summer homework was gradually shrinking.

Aozawa left the house and, without taking any detours, ran straight to the small park, planning to find Emily and hang out.

He hadn’t used his Fate Weaving ability for the day, so this was a good opportunity to use it with her.

The Giant of Flame versus Godzilla!

...

「Shinjuku, Kabukicho Ichi-chome.」

Above the Big Fat Sheep Bar, Emily lazily stretched her short legs, sipping ice-cold orange juice with a look of pure bliss on her face.

It felt wonderful to be healthy.

Drink what you want, eat what you want; lie on your side, on your back, even on your stomach—no problem at all.

Her energy levels were also remarkably high. She could happily binge-watch all sorts of videos, a stark contrast to when she had that awful cold, with her stuffy nose, sore throat, and foggy head.

Back then, not having the energy for anything, wanting to sleep but being unable to—that had been truly miserable.

When you’re not sick, even just lying down brings immense happiness and satisfaction.

Emily let out a sigh, feeling like she could melt into the sofa beneath her.

Katerina observed her "degenerate" state and couldn’t help but quip, "So, what happened to that exercise regimen you were talking about?"

Emily waved a dismissive hand. "Who exercises on the very first day they’re better? I’ll definitely exercise tomorrow."

Hearing those words, "definitely tomorrow," Katerina was pretty sure Emily would just slack off again.

She shook her head and went back to washing the dishes.

They didn’t own a dishwasher. To Katerina, using a machine for something like washing dishes was a sign of extreme laziness.

She preferred to do such chores by hand, even mopping the floor with an actual mop instead of using a vacuum cleaner. The washing machine for clothes was her only concession.

Emily scrolled through updates on the Paradise Island incident.

Relatives of some of the prominent figures who died on the island were suing the Ministry of Defense. They claimed the Ministry had recklessly treated their husbands as criminals, leading to their deaths without any proof of direct involvement. They argued their husbands might have been kidnapped or merely invited to the island as guests by Hunter.

They argued that the Ministry’s indiscriminate and barbaric actions necessitated a hefty compensation for the deceased’s families.

Truly shameless.

Emily muttered, unconvinced that anyone who died on Paradise Island was innocent. She scrolled to the next short video.

It was about an international affair: Russia had issued a stern response, stating it would not engage in any contact with a certain party.

She took another sip of orange juice when, suddenly, a tall, blond figure materialized before her.

Emily instinctively started to speak but forgot about the orange juice still in her mouth, causing her to choke.

"COUGH, COUGH!" Emily coughed loudly, carefully covering her chest, fearing she might dislodge a rib, but thankfully, nothing so unfortunate happened.

This brought a small measure of relief. She glared at the man before her. "Dio! Don’t just pop up like that! You scared me!"

Aozawa noted her hand covering her chest and, guessing the reason, suppressed a smile. "Oh, really? My apologies then. But you do seem to get overly excited every time you see me. You should try to get used to it."

Before Emily could respond, he asked, "How have you been these days?"

Emily had no intention of mentioning her embarrassing misfortune of being hospitalized. "It’s been alright," she replied calmly. "What about you? Haven’t seen you in a while. What have you been up to?"

Aozawa casually explained, "I took a trip overseas." With his Global Travel ability, his sphere of activity was no longer limited to Japan.

So, it was perfectly normal for nothing to have happened in Japan on Monday. As for anything overseas, there was no need for the special task force to be informed.

Or rather, it would be very difficult for any outsiders to find out.

Emily’s eyes narrowed slightly. The mention of "overseas" immediately made her think of the Paradise Island incident. Could the United States really have had the resolve to take down the head of the Texas consortium? "Paradise Island... was that you?" she asked.

"Mm," Aozawa confirmed. "I tracked an interesting fellow there and dealt with those... sacrifices while I was at it."

Aozawa beckoned. "Come on, I’ll take you two to a cool place."