Tokyo: My Superpower Refreshes Every Week-Chapter 559 - 557: Aozawa Enters the Dream and Scares the Young Lady
The dim night enveloped Tokyo, and Ayase's residential area was far from the neon signs, with warm lights glowing along the hallway inside the house.
Morimoto Chiyoda opened the bathroom door, her feet as white as tofu stepping onto the cold floor.
Moving up from her not-too-thin-not-too-fat calves, a snow-white bath towel wrapped around her shapely body.
Her delicate, almost poreless cheeks displayed a satisfied expression after bathing.
Practicing yoga and martial arts, and then soaking in a hot bath was truly a very comfortable experience.
Soon, she would take care of her entire body's skin and apply a face mask.
What might seem like cumbersome tasks in the eyes of men, were things that were worth enjoying in hers.
Allowing her not to think about work, nor to worry about anything, just to indulge her whole body and mind in her own smooth and delicate skin.
This was her testament to conquering the years.
Don't think that being twenty-six years old is very young. Generally speaking, women at this age, if they don't pay attention to maintenance, their skin will appear rough.
The more careless you are when young, the harder it is to maintain smooth skin when you grow older.
Morimoto Chiyoda didn't want to find herself looking old and haggard, while Aozawa still looked handsome.
Thinking about the future, Morimoto Chiyoda sighed slightly, unaware of Aozawa's lifespan.
If, like Dio, even if she were to become an ageless beauty who looked the same in her sixties or seventies as in her twenties or thirties, she still wouldn't last as long as him.
Imagining herself full of wrinkles, with gray hair...
Morimoto Chiyoda shook her head, unwilling to think of such things, and returned to the bedroom. She applied skincare and maintenance products all over her body, then changed into a light pink nightdress, embroidered with two bright red roses across the chest, cleverly concealing the same color.
She let her long black hair fall loosely over her shoulders, applied a face mask, and walked briskly outside.
Morimoto Chiyoda opened YouTube and scrolled to Iroha's short video, observing as her subscribers surpassed 4,900.
Not an easy feat.
Watching Iroha grow from obscurity to an almost 5,000-subscriber influencer, she felt a little proud, like seeing a younger sister reaching maturity.
Morimoto Chiyoda lay on the couch, gave a small tip, and continued watching.
The few-minute video hadn't even ended when Morimoto Chiyoda already heard the doorbell at the entrance.
"I'm back, Chitose."
Aozawa's voice was filled with cheer.
Morimoto Chiyoda responded, "The water's ready for you; go take a bath."
"No problem."
Aozawa nodded with a smile, quickly crossing the hallway.
He felt the Nightmare Party was truly intriguing, that kind of role-play that felt 100% close to reality wasn't something always accessible.
The Will-o'-the-wisp, limited by lies, was inaccessible to him and tended to collapse without supervision.
In his view, it was far less fun than the Nightmare Party, except it required waiting until others fell asleep to pull them in.
This point slightly dissatisfied Aozawa; if he could actively make others fall asleep, that would be better.
He hummed as he walked into the bathroom, planning to visit Maggie at night's sleep, constructing a dream where she and Iroha and others lived happily together.
Perhaps, such a means would make Maggie less resistant to sharing a bed.
...
The night deepened.
At the Prime Minister's Residence, there were no construction works at night, making it feel very quiet. 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞
Phoenix Academy Maggie finished her classes for the day, and after bathing, returned to her bedroom.
The decor there was more straightforward compared to her bedroom in the Setagaya District, with only a bed, desk, bookshelf, and wardrobe.
On the walls hung some ink-style paintings she particularly liked.
Phoenix Academy Maggie went to the bed, lifted the covers, and crawled underneath.
The air conditioning set at twenty degrees allowed her to sleep under a blanket even in summer.
"Kazuki, turn off the light."
"Okay."
Miwa Kazuki respectfully responded, raised his hand to turn off the light, and then closed the door.
Darkness enveloped Phoenix Academy Maggie's bedroom. She closed her eyes, not immediately drifting into sleep, but pondering over matters about Aozawa, Morimoto Chiyoda, and Ayatsuki Iroha.
Including the future of this world, whether the Different World had completely overlapped with here.
From romantic relationships to state affairs.
Many complex thoughts swirled in her mind, and Phoenix Academy Maggie gradually slipped into a state of sleep.
In a haze, Phoenix Academy Maggie suddenly heard a familiar voice, "Maggie, time to get up for breakfast～"
"Ha?"
Phoenix Academy Maggie sat up, looking at the doorway where Ayatsuki Iroha stood, with an innocent smile on her tan cheeks as clear as a mountain spring.
Her tone was very intimate, as if calling out to a dear sister.
Wait, what's going on?
Phoenix Academy Maggie felt somewhat groggy, unable to comprehend why the other appeared there.
The bedroom suddenly vanished, and she found herself sitting on a chair, in front of her steaming dishes.
At the head of the table sat Aozawa.
Opposite was Ayatsuki Iroha.
"Good morning, Maggie."
"Good morning."
Phoenix Academy Maggie's expression was somewhat blank, uncertain of the current situation.
The clicking sound of high heels on the floor was heard, and she turned to see Morimoto Chiyoda in a white apron.
"Maggie, you're awake, it's time for breakfast."
Morimoto Chiyoda wore her hair in a single ponytail, displaying none of her usual provoking demeanor, instead appearing very gentle, like Nestlé's natural mineral water.
No matter how clear, it couldn't change the nature of water used with pollution.
"I'm not close to you!"
Maggie instinctively retorted, not caring that Aozawa was beside her. She just glared at Morimoto Chiyoda in front of her, like a hedgehog triggering its passive defense.
Aozawa showed a look of surprise, "What are you talking about? Aren't we all one big happy family?
Look."
Maggie instinctively glanced at the photo in Aozawa's hand.
It was a group photo.
In it were Ayatsuki Ayaka, Morimoto Chiyoda, and herself, three people wearing beautiful wedding dresses, leaning on Aozawa with happy expressions.
Aozawa was dressed in a suit, holding them on both sides and one in the middle, looking very happy.
...
"Nani?!"
Maggie screamed in shock.
The whole person sprang up, darkness engulfing her vision, she scanned the surrounding bedroom, "Ha, ha."
Breathing heavily, she wiped her forehead with her hand, sweat leaving with the palm, "So it was a dream?"
Realizing it was a dream, Maggie let out a breath, feeling a chill down her spine, that she had such a terrifying nightmare.
Thinking of that wedding photo of the four in the dream, her mood turned sour.
What a joke, who wants to stand there and take a wedding photo with them!
Maggie's chest heaved with anger as she picked up the phone on the bedside table, glancing at the time and realizing it was exactly midnight.
Upset, she grabbed the phone and dialed a voice call.
Hm, she was startled awake, the person who caused her nightmare shouldn't sleep well either.
After a beep, Maggie wanted to quickly hang up the call, ending the prank.
"Hello, Maggie."
The voice call was answered directly, "It's rare to receive a voice call from you at night. Did something happen?"
Her finger that was about to hang up suddenly stopped, gently retracting her hand, she spoke, "You're quick to answer, not asleep yet?"
"I sleep lightly, even a little noise will wake me."
"Sorry for disturbing your sleep."
"How can your voice call be a disturbance, as long as you're willing, whenever you send a voice call over, I'll answer promptly.
If you want to meet, I can come find you now."
Listening to Aozawa's words, Maggie felt a burst of joy inside, she didn't hang up, carefully placing the phone by her ear, "How's the gift for Furusawa coming along?"
She changed her mind, deciding to be a sleepless lady tonight.
"I'm planning to buy a baseball glove."
Aozawa's voice came through, seemingly lying sideways on the bed, whispering softly by her ear.
Making her earlobe a bit itchy, and her heart a bit ticklish.
At this moment, Maggie discovered the beauty of voice calls, she curled back into her blanket, "A baseball glove, you're being too perfunctory."
"Then what do you plan to give?"
"A baseball."
"You're even more perfunctory, aren't you?"
"Haha."
Maggie let out a pleasant laugh, in her conversation with Aozawa, the anxiety from the earlier dream gradually faded away.
"Did you watch the news today? Another assassination happened in Korea, saying if his faith wasn't established as the state religion, indiscriminate murder cases would continue."
"Yes, I've seen it. Korea is becoming more and more deranged."
Aozawa replied.
...
In the loneliest night, the teens connected by phone, chatted for quite a while before Maggie realized it was already one-thirty in the morning.
Time flew!
She thought it was just twelve-thirty, turns out an hour and a half had passed.
Realizing there's school work tomorrow, Maggie spoke, "Aozawa, I'm running out of energy, goodnight."
"Goodnight, wish you a sweet dream!"
"A sweet dream..."
Hearing about dreams, Maggie couldn't help but gripe, "I don't wish to dream, hanging up now."
"Goodbye."
Beep.
After hanging up, Aozawa frowned slightly. Through Maggie's dream, he could basically conclude that Maggie had a high level of resistance to sharing a bed.
The key was her relationship with Chiyoda.
Maggie's reaction to Ayaka was completely different from her reaction to Chiyoda.
Considering Chiyoda's personality and Maggie's personality, they are truly two sides of the same coin.
If the hostile attitude between Maggie and Chiyoda is not resolved, it would be difficult for Maggie to integrate into a loving family.
Why not invite them into the dreamland, and let them face challenges together, easing their relationship.
Aozawa thought this plan was feasible.
Why not bring tens of thousands into it.
Adam's defeat in the United States, followed by a bigger ceremony in Japan, was normal.
However, what plot should be designed?
Aozawa fell into contemplation, he knew very well if not designed properly, if Maggie and Chiyoda found out he was pulling strings from behind, that would be trouble.
Thinking about it, he gradually fell asleep.
