Tokyo: My Superpower Refreshes Every Week-Chapter 632 - 630: Chitose and Iroha Form a United Front

The atmosphere in the living room immediately became tense. Aozawa pulled out a napkin to wipe the sweat from his forehead, trying to show a smile to ease the mood.

"Iroha, listen to me, I originally wanted to explain everything to you. It's just that when I heard you planned to visit my home, I thought about it, and decided it could wait until later to tell you the truth."

He was careful in both tone and expression, seeking to convey the trepidation in his heart, trying to quell the anger rising in Ayatsuki Ayaka's heart.

Aozawa understood her very well; she was very easy to placate.

Ayatsuki Ayaka, seeing his careful expression, felt her anger slightly subside, and recalled that Aozawa indeed wanted to explain something to her at that time.

However, she had preemptively touched Aozawa's cheek, assuming a knowing expression, interrupting him.

Huh, if that's the case, isn't it my fault?

The change in expression on Ayatsuki Ayaka's face didn't escape Aozawa, nor did it escape Morimoto Chiyoda.

If there wasn't an excuse, Morimoto Chiyoda naturally wouldn't stop Aozawa; if there was one, she wouldn't mind causing Aozawa some trouble either.

Life can't always be smooth sailing.

Sometimes, when you're riding high, someone will throw a cold splash of water on you.

"A lie is a lie."

Morimoto Chiyoda spoke as if she were Ayatsuki Ayaka's mouth, speaking before her. Her eyes fixed on Aozawa, and her alluring voice was full of seriousness.

"If today's lie is ignored, then tomorrow there will be a new lie born.

There are all sorts of reasons, but it boils down to one thing, I lied without malice.

To prevent this from happening, a punishment is necessary."

Iroha was about to forgive but retracted her words when she saw Morimoto Chiyoda's serious expression. After glancing at Aozawa, she felt that Sister Chitose had a point.

If lying isn't punished, there would be a second and a third time.

"That's right, Sister Chitose, how do you want to punish him?"

At the end of her sentence, she turned to look at Morimoto Chiyoda.

As for how to punish Aozawa, Iroha had no plans in mind, her mind full of how to reward instead.

"Chitose~"

Aozawa looked at her eagerly, hoping she would be lenient.

Morimoto Chiyoda's right mouth corner lifted slightly.

At this smile, Aozawa's heart skipped a beat. It was only when Chitose wanted to be mischievous that she showed such a Demon King-like smile, dangerous and alluring, making one want to pledge allegiance to the Demon King's banner at a glance.

"We'll discuss it after we finish eating."

Morimoto Chiyoda didn't reveal the punishment immediately. She picked up the juice in front of her, smiled, and said, "Iroha, let's have a drink first and let someone stew in his anxiety."

In the art of manipulating emotions, Morimoto Chiyoda excelled. Compared to stating the punishment directly, keeping Aozawa in suspense undoubtedly led him to imagine more possibilities in his mind.

Because the unknown represents infinite possibilities.

Ayatsuki Ayaka nodded, raised her juice glass, and said, "Cheers."

Watching the two form a united front — no, it should be said Morimoto Chiyoda drew Ayatsuki Ayaka to her side.

Aozawa gave a wry smile, having no other choice.

This was an unavoidable part of a harmonious harem, which was to sideline the king.

"You two are really cruel."

Aozawa said quietly.

His beaten expression brought smiles to their faces.

...

After finishing that day's dinner, Morimoto Chiyoda had Aozawa join her in placing the dishes into the dishwasher for automatic cleaning.

Ayatsuki Ayaka watched the scene, curious, and said, "Wow, this is an automatic dishwasher, huh? We don't have one at home; my sister and I take turns washing.

Or we get takeout."

She paused as she remembered that the mature and poised Sister Chitose before her was a high-ranking Minister of State in society.

The annual salary must be a lot, so buying an automatic dishwasher is only natural.

"That's nice!"

"This is just the equipment provided in the residence."

Morimoto Chiyoda patted her head, smiled, and said, "Iroha, go to my room and get the rope from the top drawer of the wardrobe.

Now, we officially commence Aozawa's punishment."

"Okay."

Ayatsuki Ayaka nodded, jogging to the bedroom, opening the sliding door. The air carried a faint fragrance of osmanthus, and the room was beautifully arranged.

As for what was beautiful, Ayatsuki Ayaka couldn't say. But at first glance, it felt very pleasing.

The desk and chairs, bed, wardrobe, seemed like every piece of furniture was exactly where it should be.

She went forward, crouched down, opened the top drawer of the wardrobe, and saw the rope Sister Chitose mentioned and took it out.

She glanced at the wardrobe again, driven by curiosity, and opened it, seeing the exquisite and expensive dresses. Some of the styles were so mature.

A wardrobe full of adult charm.

She quickly closed the wardrobe door, took a guilty look around, saw no one, and ran out of the bedroom. "Sister Chitose, here's the rope."

Handing the rope to Morimoto Chiyoda, Ayatsuki Ayaka's mind finally reacted: why did Sister Chitose's drawer contain this kind of red rope?

Recalling the techniques Maru had taught her, her cheeks flushed, and she glanced at Morimoto Chiyoda, then at Aozawa.

Unexpectedly, the mature and composed Sister Chitose was secretly playing this wild game in private.

Her expression became even more respectful. Truly, Sister Chitose is formidable, an all-around presence in every aspect.

Morimoto Chiyoda watched the expression on Ayatsuki Ayaka's face shift from surprise to embarrassment, then to admiration.

This short window of fluctuating emotions made Morimoto Chiyoda curious about what was going through Iroha's mind.

But she didn't ask, turned around, looked at Aozawa, and said with a smile, "The punishment is to tie you up tonight and let you sleep alone!"

"Nani?!"

Aozawa showed a shocked expression, "Is it necessary to play this big?"

"Raise your hands."

Morimoto Chiyoda wouldn't be polite with him. Together with Iroha, she directly tied him up with a rope, then let him hop out of the kitchen and back to his bedroom.

"What will I do when I need to use the bathroom?"

"When the time comes, we'll untie you. Now obediently lie down."

Morimoto Chiyoda pushed Aozawa forward onto the bed, threaded the rope through the hooks on both sides of the headboard, tightened it, and also tied the rope around his feet to the foot of the bed.

After finishing, Morimoto Chiyoda clapped her hands, nudged Ayatsuki Ayaka's shoulder, and said with a smile, "Iroha, let's go take a bath."

"Hai."

Ayatsuki Ayaka glanced at Aozawa but still followed Morimoto Chiyoda out of the bedroom.

... 𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺

The Morimoto Family's bathroom is very large and luxurious.

The shape of the bathtub placed in a hotel luxury suite wouldn't feel out of place.

Ayatsuki Ayaka stepped into the bathroom, her eyes scanned briefly, without having time to praise it.

Morimoto Chiyoda already grabbed her shoulders, pretending to smile evilly, "Alright, baby, let me see your figure."

The soft voice lightly sounded in her ear, making Ayatsuki Ayaka's cheeks blush. She whispered, "Sister Chitose, your tone is so weird!"

"Just to see your cute blushing face."

Morimoto Chiyoda poked her cheek and helped undress her.

"Don't, Sister Chitose..."

Ayatsuki Ayaka suddenly felt a bit shy, wanting to undress herself.

Morimoto Chiyoda showed a delighted smile, her movements didn't stop, "Hehe, baby, you've fallen into my clutches, still want to run?"

With her help, Ayatsuki Ayaka quickly wrapped herself in a white towel.

Morimoto Chiyoda squeezed her shoulder and sighed, "The smooth and delicate texture of your skin really is befitting of a young girl."

"Sister Chitose, you're no different, pale like tofu."

"Then you are marinated tofu."

Morimoto Chiyoda pinched her cheek, no wonder Aozawa likes her.

"Sister Chitose."

"Haha, still shy, really cute, let's meet openly and honestly."

Morimoto Chiyoda took off her top.

"Wow~"

Ayatsuki Ayaka exclaimed in amazement, feeling like facing a beauty carved from white jade.

The places meant to be white are whiter than anyone else.

The places meant to be dark are unusually mysterious.

Ayatsuki Ayaka couldn't help but take another look, feeling even stronger than herself.

The black gloss seemed like top-tier pure steel embedded in the surface of white jade.

Morimoto Chiyoda leaned against her back, grabbing her shoulders, "Come, let me help you wash your body."

"Sister Chitose, you smell so nice."

"Iroha, you smell nice too."

Aozawa used his catalyst sensing ability, watching the scene in front, with a heart of detachment unable to feel anything, only releasing the ability, then a flash of envy erupted in his heart.

Damn it, he wanted to go in and take a bath too!

Clearly, he should be enjoying the blessings of having everyone together, why is he tied to the bed?

He looked down at the intricate ropes, feeling like crying without tears. If he had known it would be like this, he should have explained to Ayatsuki Ayaka in advance, rather than waiting for after to clarify.

He mainly didn't expect Ayatsuki Ayaka to talk about such things in front of Morimoto Chiyoda.

Today was a huge loss.

Despite his thoughts, watching the two get along harmoniously made him happy. When would the lady boss be able to integrate into them without any barriers? That would be great.

But wanting to bridge the gap between the lady boss and Morimoto Chiyoda isn't an easy thing.

The crisis creation method had already been used once, so it couldn't be used a second time.

He thought to himself.

As time slowly passed.

The sliding door silently opened, Ayatsuki Ayaka wrapped in a towel stepped into the bedroom, her cheeks flushed, even her shoulders pink.

She looked at Aozawa with a fierce tone, "I'll teach you a lesson now."

Aozawa was stunned, realizing that earlier about not letting him was Morimoto Chiyoda's deliberate scare, "Iroha, please don't show mercy, just torment me as much as you want!"

The door closed.

Morimoto Chiyoda wrapped in a towel stood at the door, turning. She originally intended to let Aozawa sleep alone, but seeing how Ayatsuki Ayaka stuck to her and trusted her.

She couldn't play pranks in the dark.

Oh, sincerity is Iroha's special move.

Morimoto Chiyoda showed a slight bitter smile, she lost, but thinking about the lady boss's sulk, her mood improved.

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