Tokyo: My Superpower Refreshes Every Week-Chapter 791 - 789: The Most Suitable Noble Phantasm for Aozawa

Time slowly passed.

The deep blue night forced the sun into a corner, its light like fire, dyeing the clouds crimson.

The afterglow of the sunset spilled onto the Shibuya streets. Aozawa wiped the sweat from Ayatsuki Ayaka's forehead and whispered, "Should we go to the hotel or go home?"

As soon as the topic was mentioned, Ayatsuki Ayaka's cheeks turned rosy, like clouds stained red by the sunset, shyly saying, "The hotel is better."

"Alright."

Aozawa held her hand and walked towards the hotel in Shibuya.

Even if it wasn't for accommodation, Aozawa, who was not short on money, did not casually choose a capsule hotel but chose a proper luxury hotel, thirteen floors high.

The lobby downstairs was very lavish.

Aozawa opted for a luxurious single room.

Room 3023.

Using the room card to open the door, Ayatsuki Ayaka looked at the arrangement inside; it resembled a house where someone lived.

The bathroom and toilet were right at the entrance.

A large space accompanied by a big bed and a LCD television, and a balcony where there was a washing machine and a clothes rack for drying clothes.

When the curtains were drawn, the scene inside couldn't be seen from outside.

Aozawa pretended to use the toilet.

Coming out, he had already donned a black glove on his right hand.

Ayatsuki Ayaka glanced at the glove, blinking, somewhat puzzled, "Aozawa, when did you get a glove?"

"This is a Noble Phantasm that appeared when I went to the toilet earlier, called Will-o'-the-wisp."

Aozawa uttered the name, and the black glove suddenly emitted a silver gleam.

Immediately, their location changed and inexplicably they found themselves on a bustling street.

Ayatsuki Ayaka eyes widened, "What's going on?"

"The Will-o'-the-wisp Ability has powers to hypnotize the senses completely, transforming flies into giant dragons, swamps into oceans."

Aozawa explained, holding Ayatsuki Ayaka's shoulders, "Let's try how it feels on a crowded train."

"Eh?"

Ayatsuki Ayaka couldn't react before the scene changed again, and they found themselves on a peak-hour Shinjuku train, surrounded by people.

Ayatsuki Ayaka stood by the door, her prominent chest pressing against the door, people surrounding everywhere.

She could even hear some people chatting softly near her ear. It seemed so real, even the cold touch against the door felt perfectly replicated.

Aozawa stood behind her, his hands rather bold through her black and red slip dress.

Ayatsuki Ayaka's body stiffened; she knew the people around were illusions, but hearing the sounds, observing their gazes, everything seemed so vivid. 𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦

Even the squeezing feeling on both shoulders was undeniable.

Everything reminded her there were indeed two weary female employees beside her, appearing lethargic as if drained by work.

Ayatsuki Ayaka clenched her teeth, trying hard to restrain her true thoughts, not letting herself make a sound, her face flushing deeper.

Every movement from Aozawa seemed to strike at her heart and soul, making her heart throb.

Ayatsuki Ayaka felt slightly weak in the knees, hardly able to maintain standing.

Aozawa wasn't content to stay put against the slip dress but quietly lifted a corner.

A cool breeze swept through the gaps in the crowd, making Ayatsuki Ayaka shiver, softly uttering, "Aozawa."

She wanted to halt his actions, yet her slight voice drew a glance from the female employee to the left.

Ayatsuki Ayaka turned pale instantly.

The tension made her legs instinctively straighten. She knew it was a false illusion but couldn't help feeling panic.

Because the dummy felt too real.

Just a word would draw attention.

Ayatsuki Ayaka dared not speak again; the female employee beside her merely returned to her sleepy demeanor.

Aozawa stripped her of her last attire.

Ayatsuki Ayaka increasingly experienced the gustiness of a sudden wind.

Her tanned cheeks became scalding again.

Aozawa was adept, like a blind man traversing a familiar road for decades, needing no help to return home.

"Mmm."

A hint of sound escaped her clenched teeth.

Ayatsuki Ayaka leaned against the subway door, eyes scanning left and right, constantly aware of the surrounding shifts, akin to an animal drinking in the wild.

The suppression in her heart compounded into layers of pressure.

Aozawa felt great but refrained from large actions.

He revelled in this tense atmosphere, as if immersing himself in a cinematic world.

The Will-o'-the-wisp Noble Phantasm was originally conceived as a spice for enhancing his life's pleasures.

Aozawa quietly continued his actions.

Ayatsuki Ayaka clenched her teeth, striving not to gasp, but tears seemed to be gathering quietly in her eyes.

That was an uncontrollable response; even Ayatsuki Ayaka didn't understand why her physique turned so resilient, her eyes always brimming with tears during such moments.

Of course, Aozawa greatly praised her for such reactions.

"Iroha, what's wrong?"

Aozawa feigned innocence, whispering in her ear, arms encircling her slender waist.

The action incessantly continued.

Ayatsuki Ayaka turned her head, glistening eyes glaring at him.

This rascal still had the face to ask what's wrong, doing such things in such a scene.

"Do you feel unwell?"

"Don't ignore me; say something."

Ayatsuki Ayaka clenched her teeth, afraid to speak, fearing she might make such a sound once she opened her mouth.

Aozawa didn't let her off, persisting with entanglement, his actions not intensifying, ensuring discrete fits within the ambiance.