Shinjuku, Kabukicho, Ichi-chome.
Inside a private room of Human Paradise.
The Divine Slice, said to have no side effects on the human body, was stuffed into the incense burner. As it burned at high temperatures, wisps of smoke spiraled out from the dragon-head censer. Those who smelled the smoke would feel invigorated. Why exactly this was the case, those in the know understood. Sumitomo Jiro had no interest in investigating its actual harmlessness. He simply wanted to indulge to the fullest.
"Son, you're so naughty~" Two women, a decade older than him, murmured seductively into his ear. They knew very well the young master's preferences. Just by saying this, they could send him into a heightened state of excitement. Sumitomo Jiro tilted his head back and sank into the blissful illusion.
"Bastard, who let you touch this pendant!"
