Tokyo: My Superpower Refreshes Every Week-Chapter 542 - 540: Who’s the Boss Here, Really?

"August 23rd, Furusawa Kyoichiro’s birthday party, do you want to attend?"

"Relax, I’ll definitely attend."

Aozawa typed out this sentence, clicked send, aware that attending Furusawa Kyoichiro’s birthday party was just an excuse.

Without that excuse, Maggie simply wouldn’t have time to take a break from her busy schoolwork arranged by her mother to see him.

Why not use Dio’s identity to put pressure on Kochou, asking her not to give her daughter so much homework?

This is Japan; how can academics interfere with a high school girl’s romance?

Aozawa thought it through and still dismissed that tempting thought from his mind, feeling that saying such a thing as Dio was simply too degrading.

He exited the LINE chat app, opened the door, and pushed it open to enter. Three sports cars were already parked complete under the porch in the front yard.

Morimoto Chiyoda’s defense barrier was inside the house.

Since Aozawa had been playing late with Iroha and the others, it was already six o’clock in the afternoon when he returned here.

If Saeko and Maru didn’t have other things to do, they probably wouldn’t have come back tonight, continuing to rest at Katsuraya.

But they had things to do, so there was no way.

Having just ended her girlish days, Iroha needed some time to soothe her embarrassment.

Aozawa pushed open the front door and shouted inside, "I’m home!"

His voice passed through the entrance and fell into the living room inside. Morimoto Chiyoda didn’t respond, silently got up and opened the pizza box on the table.

Aozawa stepped into the living room.

On the dining table were pizza, fried chicken, burgers, and two cups filled with ice-cold cola.

Beside the table, Morimoto Chiyoda was standing there, wearing a light purple bathrobe, the deep purple belt tied tightly to highlight her slender waist.

And the greatness of her chest.

"Chiyoda, I’ve missed you so much~"

Aozawa ran forward with a face full of smiles.

Morimoto Chiyoda glared briefly, slowly said, "I see you’ve been having so much fun you’ve forgotten about everything else. Confirm your relationship with Iroha, are you carousing day and night?"

This sentence was a probe, but her expression and tone all hinted that she already saw through everything.

Aozawa had no intention to hide it, nodded and said, "Sure enough, I can’t hide anything from you, Chiyoda. Iroha indeed agreed to be my girlfriend.

She also accepts your presence."

"Hehe."

Morimoto Chiyoda was not particularly surprised by this outcome, though a faint bitterness still surged in her heart.

She picked up a slice of pizza and stuffed it into Aozawa’s mouth, blocking this guy from continuing his nonsense.

Morimoto Chiyoda didn’t like to listen.

She bit onto the end of the pizza and moved forward bite by bite.

The two ate a slice of pizza, gradually leaning closer, eyes watching each other’s cheeks.

At zero distance, the volcanic eruption in Morimoto Chiyoda’s heart erupted; she grabbed Aozawa’s shoulders with both hands, forcefully pushed him onto the sofa.

Aozawa cooperatively fell onto the multi-seat sofa, his shirt flying off like snowflakes.

Immediately, Morimoto Chiyoda miraculously pulled out a collar and a silver dog chain from her bathrobe.

She tugged hard, revealing a hint of a smile on her face and said, "Let’s see whose sound is louder next, mine or the bell’s!"

This challenge was irresistible to Aozawa, who earnestly replied, "Of course, your sound will be louder!"

"Hehe."

Morimoto Chiyoda sneered coldly. In the beginning, she was always physically strong, never believing in evil.

...

The next day, Saturday.

The gentle sunlight spread across the side lawn, and the wind blew, causing the grass to sway and soften its body.

Ring, ring, the alarm on the bedside phone went off, pulling Morimoto Chiyoda’s thoughts from the deep sea.

She instinctively coughed once, and a dinging sound echoed from her neck.

The bright red collar contrasted sharply with her pale slender neck, and a cute bronze bell hung in the middle.

She got up, and the cold silver chain slipped from her shoulder to her back.

"Chiyoda."

Aozawa called out sleepily, stepping forward to hug Morimoto Chiyoda’s slim waist.

Thud, Morimoto Chiyoda directly tapped his head with the dog chain, displeased and said, "You brat, you pulled so hard last night, did you want to strangle me?"

"Chiyoda, you haven’t even gotten your skirt right yet, and you’re turning tables so quickly."

Aozawa felt wronged, knowing full well she was very happy yesterday and even asked if he hadn’t eaten, if he was weak.

If it wasn’t for his sense of measure, and listening to Chiyoda’s silly commands, it would have turned from a couple’s fun to an attempt to murder each other.

Morimoto Chiyoda thought for a while, yes, it seemed that way.

Then it was alright.

She took off the collar on her neck, tossed it on the bed casually, and walked to the bathroom.

Her back was sore.

The instant feeling dispelled some of her dissatisfaction with Iroha coming into play.

Without Iroha, relying solely on herself really wouldn’t satisfy Aozawa completely.

Aya, her little waist.

Morimoto Chiyoda moved her waist, slowly exiting the bedroom.

The body, which had improved slightly earlier, regained its previous shape after last night’s explosive action of jealousy, even becoming more severe.

Even the neck muscles seemed somewhat strained, and even a slight head turn could feel a tinge of pain.

Next time, be mindful of the scale and the intervals.

Morimoto Chiyoda moved her body, allowing the soreness to gradually ease from her limbs.

Not saying she was fully recovered, but at least she should appear as if she could act normally in front of others.

She walked to the full-length mirror in the bathroom, noticing the distinct red marks on her neck, and decided to wear a turtleneck today to cover them.

A T-shirt simply won’t cover the red marks around her neck.

...

After breakfast, the tasks of cleaning dishes, tidying up, and shopping for groceries fell once more to Aozawa.

Morimoto Chiyoda drove her Bugatti Veyron away from home, heading not to the Port District, but to Yokota Airbase, from which she boarded a military helicopter to examine the results of a Takamagahara project’s research laboratory.

Inside the cabin, apart from her, there were Jack and Yuzuki Suzuko.

A piece of paper was handed to Morimoto Chiyoda by Yuzuki Suzuko.

Morimoto Chiyoda took the document, which also contained four photos.

The creatures in the photos resemble a human brain, with fleshy tendrils around the edges, appearing quite bizarre.

"Brain Bug."

Yuzuki Suzuko handed her the document, but still explained in a cool voice, "That’s what researchers call it.

The person who provided this Brain Bug sample is Bruno from the KGB.

The Secretary of State’s people have been secretly negotiating with Russian diplomats to exchange for the Brain Bug for the Takamagahara project.

Originally, they wanted to obtain Noah’s Ark, but were rejected by Russia, who worried that the United States might renege."

Morimoto Chiyoda listened to Yuzuki Suzuko’s explanation while reviewing the document.

Although she controlled the Intelligence Department, some matters were only communicated to Jack by those above, and the Intelligence Department would not monitor Jack’s calls with superiors.

Thus, secrets outside of Japan were unknown to Morimoto Chiyoda unless Jack spoke of them.

"Now we’re heading to the Armor Research Room, where the group researching the Brain Bug and Smart Armor is located.

According to their research, they have already made some progress in the application of the Brain Bug, and we’re going to see the results."

Yuzuki Suzuko explained the purpose of their trip.

Morimoto Chiyoda nodded and continued to review the files in her hand; she needed a detailed understanding of what results needed to be witnessed during this operation.

With excitement written on his face, Jack said, "Chitose, this is a groundbreaking discovery that will shake the era.

It’s a pity, if the forest hadn’t been burned, there would have been more species and samples."

Saying this, regret flashed across his face. The raging fire prevented nations from accurately categorizing and discerning those species within the forest.

The elites from various countries only managed to capture some species.

Plant specimens were collected in abundance by the peripheral research teams, but they didn’t delve deep into the forest.

If one were to describe the forest with a treasure metaphor, they essentially circled around the entrance.

"Don’t dwell on what’s lost; look forward."

Morimoto Chiyoda replied casually and turned to the next page.

Jack shrugged, thinking she was quite strict.

...

Soon, the military helicopter reached above the Armor Research Institute.

This research institute is hidden in the central part of an uninhabited forest, surrounded by serpentine barbed wire.

This barbed wire is unlike typical barbed wire; its purpose is to draw blood from, or even kill, any would-be intruders.

Furthermore, the barbed wire is electrified.

Drones patrolled the vicinity, with a watchtower mounted with a heavy machine gun.

The research institute is a rectangular building, with the helipad situated at the front entrance, resembling a spacious plaza.

A helicopter was already parked there.

Yuzuki Suzuko only needed a glance to identify its owner, remarking, "That’s a Cirrus SR22-G3; it must be Iwasaki Yizo’s private helicopter."

"Hmph, that old man."

Jack displayed a hint of discontent.

He knew well that the Smart Armor had been transported to the personnel tasked with dismantling it and entered the forest’s interior.

He couldn’t believe they would be able to reclaim Smart Armor without assistance from other countries.

When not activated, the wearer’s destructive power was no different from an ordinary person’s.

Clearly, Iwasaki Yizo had connections with people from other nations, but Jack couldn’t definitively determine which country.

But he could say for sure, Iwasaki Yizo wasn’t a devoted American.

"It’s normal for such an old fox to leave more escape routes. If he was 100% loyal to the United States, that would be abnormal."

Morimoto Chiyoda calmly closed the files in her hands and handed them back to Yuzuki Suzuko.

The helicopter landed on the helipad, and Jack stood up and opened the cabin door, motioning, "Ladies first."

A gust of wind blew in from outside, rustling Morimoto Chiyoda’s black hair, and she instinctively raised her collar.

This gesture caught Jack’s attention, and he noticed something amiss, curiously asking, "Morimoto, aren’t you hot wearing such a turtleneck?"

Before Morimoto Chiyoda could respond, Jack seemed to catch on, surprised, "Oh! You played."

"Shut up."

Morimoto Chiyoda glared, her piercing gaze making Jack feel a stinging sensation like a blade.

He swallowed nervously, refrained from speaking further, questioning internally, Isn’t he the boss?

Unexpectedly, Morimoto Chiyoda, with her aloof demeanor, appeared to have been claimed by someone.

Who could it be?

Jack was filled with curiosity.