A graceful figure glided down the corridor.
Yono Yukishita moved with elegance, her tailored suit accentuating her curves, a slim belt cinching her waist. Her black skirt swayed as her heels clicked like a heartbeat, her coiled black hair drifting like clouds in the sky.
Her makeup was subtle yet striking, her legs sheathed in sheer black stockings—a clear sign of meticulous preparation.
Three hours remained until the match. Likely, she'd come to remind Su Ze.
Clack!
A fragment of stone fell, startling Yono back a step. She peered into the training room.
Her lips twitched as she pointed at the wrecked wall. "You did this?"
"Who else?" Su Ze shrugged, then asked, "Is the match starting soon?"
Yono shook her head. "A few hours yet, but shouldn't you prep? I came to talk."
Su Ze nodded. "Got it."
They left together, Yono discussing Donglin Construction matters.
Tokugawa Mitsunari's funds had arrived, shockingly fast.
"I think one win's enough. No one will mess with the Yukishita family now. Should we head back to Tokyo early?" Yono probed, her skirt fluttering, wafting a fragrant breeze.
Su Ze didn't know her perfume, but it was pleasant. He shook his head firmly. "I'm fighting to the end. Don't overthink it."
Yono's fists clenched, urgency rising. "It's dangerous! I got intel—guys like Oriba can drag helicopters. Your next opponents are monsters!"
Su Ze glanced at her, silent.
Yono stopped, meeting his gaze, taking a deep breath. Her neck flushed, eyes shy. "If you agree to quit, back in Tokyo… I'll marry you!"
Her lips, bitten lightly, gleamed temptingly under the light, begging for a taste.
Who the hell wants to marry you?
Sakura girls are such a turn-off.
Except Yamauchi Sakura, Uzaki Hana, and Kurapika.
I'm winning the Kengan for you, and you're plotting against me?
Su Ze grumbled inwardly but understood her concern. Calmly, he said, "Move aside."
"What?"
"You're blocking my card swipe."
He brushed past, swiping the keycard.
Yono: "…"
The suite was empty—Yamauchi Sakura and the others were out, who knows where.
With the Senna sisters guarding them, Su Ze wasn't worried.
But managing such a crowd gave him a headache.
More invisible dragonflies needed.
This anime world was chaotic, not every timeline matching his prior knowledge.
"Yuba Ri gave over 5,000 desire points. Fighters' desires burn hotter… Should I go for the Senna sisters?" Su Ze mused.
On second thought, no.
Grind points in the underworld. No need to mess up the surface world.
As he pondered, slender arms wrapped around him from behind.
"I'm hitting the shower," Su Ze said, not in the mood.
"Together," Yono purred, tightening her embrace.
Su Ze turned, his hand grazing her thigh.
It felt silky, warm—like kneading cotton through fine sand.
Yono, ever savvy, lifted a leg clad in luxury stockings, letting his hand roam freely.
Japanese women knew how to please.
His pulse quickened. Compared to Ichijo Yurika, Yono exuded refined elegance—poise and emotional intelligence supreme.
His hand slid up, gripping her heel. Yono struck a standing splits.
He'd played this move with Yuba Ri recently—addictive.
But Yono panicked, her hands pushing his chest. "Inside, please~"
"Right here!" Su Ze insisted.
He squeezed her heel.
Instinctively, her leg tensed, her skirt sliding to her thigh, bunching up.
Rip~
He tugged, tearing her white panties.
"Mmph!" Yono stifled a groan, wincing.
Too short to reach, she stood on tiptoe to match him.
They lingered a while, then Su Ze pressed harder, pinning her ankle to the door.
Her sheer black stockings formed a taut, recurved bow—a siren's arc!
Drip, drip~
Time, or something else, trickled down.
At some point, Yono covered her mouth, one stocking-clad leg draped over Su Ze's shoulder.
The slim leg strained against the stockings, flesh quivering with each impact, elastic snapping it back, amplifying its allure.
After weathering a rapid onslaught, Yono gasped, "Hurry, they're coming back!"
Su Ze ignored her, his rhythm his reply.
"Darling… please…" Yono's mind fogged, mortified at her shameless plea, blushing furiously.
Seeing her like this, Su Ze charged harder.
His Observation Haki was active—no fear of interruptions.
He didn't want a social death either.
After a minute of fierce action, he unleashed at the door, feeling refreshed, ready to carry Yono to the bathroom for round two.
"To my room. I made food—you need energy for the match," Yono said, eyes flickering.
Food wasn't necessary.
But her room? He was game!
Yono slid off him, scurrying to open her door.
A girl's room was different. Though only occupied for days, it carried a sweet scent.
His War Demon bloodline, still fired up, was hypersensitive to feminine allure.
"Eat first. The chef made this special… Oh, and I've got an appetizer—about Yukino~" Yono pressed his hand, her tone enticing.
Su Ze eyed the table of dishes and wine, feeling a pang of hunger.
His physique needed food only every three days, but with gourmet fare before him, he wouldn't say no.
He loved food—hence his cooking skill.
He'd once considered hiring a chef from Totsuki Academy.
"About Yukino? What's the story?" Su Ze sat, led by Yono, and casually asked, spearing a steak.
Yono sat gracefully, eyes shimmering with charm. "My appetizer's not what you think~"
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