Tokyo: My Superpower Refreshes Every Week-Chapter 616 - 614: What One Thinks by Day, One Dreams by Night

Fresh.

A single word is enough to describe Aozawa's current mood. Due to the curfew, he left the three-person video session early.

The small forest became increasingly dark, as if one couldn't see their fingers in front of them. The Shadow Soldier disappeared, and the light from the previously obscured phone screen suddenly appeared on the ground.

Aozawa bent down to pick up the phone, took the earphones out of his pocket, put them on, and leisurely walked home.

The video now was different from the one initially shot; there was now a male lead.

As Aozawa watched the video, a thought suddenly flashed through his mind: at this moment, if he were to enter the camera, tie himself up, put "himself" in the box, and then watch as he interacted with Ayatsuki Ayaka and Morimoto Chiyoda—wouldn't that be thrilling?

Hmm, Aozawa thought for a moment, before discarding such a self-green thought.

He watched the video, choosing to fast-forward through it.

By the time he reached the doorstep, the video paused at the last scene, where Ayatsuki Ayaka and Morimoto Chiyoda knelt in front of him, looking up like drought-stricken victims praying open-mouthed for rain from the heavens.

However, Aozawa wasn't like a heartless deity; he couldn't bear human suffering and was willing to bestow rain.

The video rekindled the fire in Aozawa's heart; it would be nice if this scene wasn't limited to the video.

He opened the door and ran to the front door, deciding to test Morimoto Chiyoda's thoughts.

Thinking carefully, the Ayatsuki Ayaka and Morimoto Chiyoda in the video acted according to his perception, so if he took similar actions, maybe he could make this beautiful thing happen.

"Chiyoda, I'm back!"

Aozawa shouted, closed the door, took off his shoes, and used telekinesis to grab them and put them directly into the cabinet.

Since Morimoto Chiyoda's defense barrier was still in the living room, he didn't need to worry about her seeing his current actions.

Aozawa entered the living room, the warm lights brightly lit, Morimoto Chiyoda had changed into a light purple floral nightgown, very thin, like a layer of blueberry jam spread on Häagen-Dazs ice cream.

"Chiyoda, I have a bold idea!"

Aozawa approached with an expectant face.

Morimoto Chiyoda glanced sideways, still leaning against the sofa, languid, as if a young empress listening to an official's report, "What's your bold idea?"

Aozawa smiled fully, "What do you think if I invite Ayaka to our home tomorrow, and the three of us can foster our relationship?"

Morimoto Chiyoda looked at Aozawa's smiling face, guessing what kind of method he meant to foster the relationship.

"Oh, you're really something."

She sighed softly, like a warm breeze blowing on Hawaii Beach, making one want to undress and cool down.

Aozawa's eyes lit up, "Do you agree?"

If she agreed, he could do similarly and have Ayatsuki Ayaka agree to it as well. Tomorrow, the virtual would turn real.

Morimoto Chiyoda beckoned with a finger and smiled warmly, "Come with me."

Aozawa hurriedly followed her to the bedroom, watching as Morimoto Chiyoda bent down, the taut nightgown outlining her alluring curves.

Gulp, Aozawa swallowed but didn't rush to make a move.

Morimoto Chiyoda opened the wardrobe, took out a black collar from a drawer at the bottom, and rose.

Aozawa instantly understood what she wanted to play, and quickly stepped forward to have the black collar put on his neck.

Morimoto Chiyoda secured it with a chain.

The next second, her smiling face turned cold, as she suddenly hooked the chain onto the wardrobe door and gave a fierce tug, causing Aozawa to subconsciously stand on tiptoe.

Jingle.

The bell on the collar rang lightly.

Breathing was slightly difficult.

But uncomfortable? No, not at all.

Aozawa only felt his blood boiling, his eyes sparkling, eagerly anticipating Morimoto Chiyoda's upcoming whippings.

"What fantasy are you having!"

Morimoto Chiyoda directly poked his cheek hard, her brow furrowed angrily, "If you dare bring up such audacious ideas again, I'll hang your dog head on this door for three hours!"

She rarely showed anger.

Even she wouldn't agree to such a thing.

Her pampering of Aozawa didn't mean she indulged him without limits.

Morimoto Chiyoda too had boundaries, albeit not many.

She switched from poking his cheek to pinching it, "Do you understand?"

"Yes!"

Seeing her angry, Aozawa quickly changed his mind, not wanting to pursue the idea of a threesome.

Morimoto Chiyoda let go of the chain, "Go take a bath and sleep, don't think of those messy things."

Aozawa didn't move, shamelessly saying, "Chiyoda, how about next time you hang here and try it?"

Morimoto Chiyoda's brows furrowed, about to refuse, but she suddenly reconsidered. If she hung herself on the wardrobe door with someone supporting from below, it might be worth trying.

"Depends on your performance."

Morimoto Chiyoda changed her mind, flicking his forehead, signaling him to go to the bathroom quickly.

Ideas to suppress must be suppressed, ideas to reward must be rewarded.

Only with clear rewards and punishments can one win hearts.

...

After the bath, Aozawa returned to the bedroom, turned off the light, and lay on the bed, loosely covering himself with a blanket.

It seems like sleeping.

In fact, he had already used the ability of the Nightmare Party, and the sudden weightlessness was still something one couldn't get used to.

Aozawa looked up, and nighttime Tokyo was inverted above, with neon lights hanging there like stars.

Beside him were countless dream spheres, Aozawa raised his hand, "The dreams of people I know."

A dream sphere floated over. He wasn't sure whose it belonged to, but according to his criteria, it must be someone he knows.

When Aozawa enters dreams to play, he naturally prioritizes seeing what kind of sweet dreams or nightmares familiar people are having.

Only then does he intrude into the dreams of strangers.

Aozawa entered one of them.

To avoid being discovered, he didn't control the dream but chose to let himself float within it.

Everything in the dream was decided by the dream's owner.

...

This is a classroom.

The desks, chairs, and blackboard are all arranged just like the 2C classroom. On the podium in this classroom, there's a girl sitting there, with her legs crossed and her uniform showing obvious cuts made by a knife.

Her fair skin filled the gaps in the rips, matched with her voluptuous figure, making the simple uniform carry a few seductive qualities.

The usual braided hair was undone at this moment, with black curls cascading over her shoulders. She wasn't wearing black-rimmed glasses, and her bright eyes stared at Aozawa standing in front of her.

"Haha, Mr. Aozawa, I really didn't think you're this kind of person."

Arakawa Reina's speech carried a bit of the tone of Takahashi Saeko, making Aozawa slightly stunned, and he replied, "What kind of person am I?"

"Don't play dumb. You think I didn't see?"

Arakawa Reina jumped off the podium and pulled out two photos from her chest—one is a photo of him shopping with Ayatsuki Ayaka, and the other is a photo of him exchanging kisses with Phoenix Academy Maggie on the street.

"Going behind Ms. Ayatsuki's back to do such things. You say, if found out, what kind of reaction Ms. Ayatsuki would have?"

Arakawa Reina's eyes squinted slightly, showing a brazen expression never seen in reality, resembling Takahashi Saeko's little demon hot girl style.

"You don't want the news of you two-timing to be known by Ms. Ayatsuki, do you?"

Saying this, Arakawa Reina returned to sit on the podium, stretched out her right foot, and pressed her black-stockinged foot against his chest, speaking with a malicious tone, "My feet have been in shoes too long, it's a bit sweaty, clean it for me, maybe I'll consider keeping your secret."

This is why Aozawa likes to sneak into others' dreams. In dreams, he can always see people with bizarre images.

Including familiar people.

Everyone presents another state in dreams.

Aozawa grabbed her right foot.

Arakawa Reina showed a satisfied expression as if pleased to have something on Aozawa.

"Class president, you're so provocative."

This remark made the smile on Arakawa Reina's face freeze, and the dream dimension started to tremble, signaling awakening.

Aozawa didn't stop it.

Suddenly, Arakawa Reina opened her eyes.

Darkness enveloped her sight, her heart pounding violently, full of bewilderment.

The events in the dream were somewhat unclear to her now, only vaguely recalling the general situation.

The words Aozawa spoke made her cheeks blush.

Even knowing it was a dream, the voice was so clear, like hearing it right next to her ear.

"Ah, why would I have such a dream!"

Arakawa Reina quickly rolled twice and slapped her cheeks hard, feeling very frustrated.

This was definitely related to her father.

Jumping from the Different World book to drawing classrooms all of a sudden, he asked her for advice, wanting to hear a young person's opinion.

She's his daughter, not his son!

Thinking about Aozawa's words in the dream, her cheeks felt hot, she covered her head, thinking it's fortunate it was just a dream, otherwise she'd have no face to meet Aozawa.

...

The next day, morning.

Arakawa Reina, as usual, wore black-rimmed glasses and braided her hair, entering Brilliant High School under Furusawa Kyoichiro's machine-like scrutinizing gaze.

Even though she knew he was checking for any violations of school rules, his earnest inspection always made her feel a bit uneasy.

Sometimes she really wished Furusawa Kyoichiro wasn't so rigid.

While thinking, a crisp voice came from behind her.

"Good morning, class president."

She turned around, saw it was Aozawa, and also smiled, "Good morning, Mr. Aozawa."

"Eh, didn't sleep well last night, had a weird dream."

Aozawa deliberately brought up this topic.

Instantly making Arakawa Reina recall the dream she had last night, her pale cheeks again flushed slightly, as if that sentence echoed from ages past in her ears.

She stammered, "Dreams are all fake, you don't need to care."

"Class president, you shouldn't say that, there's a saying about day thoughts leading to night dreams."

"Who, who's thinking, Mr. Aozawa, I'm not talking this with you."

Arakawa Reina showed slight anger, feeling extremely embarrassed, quickly escaping towards the school building.

Aozawa revealed a teasingly triumphant smile, he hadn't waited for the class president in vain.