It wasn’t because the hit value was high enough to break her defenses.
It was because Jiang Jian Yue suddenly realized the boy in front of her was actually a little angry.
The kind of guy who pays, huffs and puffs, then just plays on his phone for himself—sure enough, that’s infuriating.
So unprofessional!
Better to pretend a little.
Thus, Jiang Jian Yue acted as if her defenses had been shattered, her body trembling slightly, as if she was enduring great pain.
She felt like she could be an actress in the future.
“Kun! Enough! Time’s up!”
The guy in the denim jacket looked at Jiang Jian Yue, who seemed to be holding back, then at the crowd filming with their phones, feeling uneasy.
He quickly reminded her and went to pull his companion away.
A Cheng was also out of breath from hitting, and as he looked at Jiang Jian Yue’s pale face, a chill inexplicably rose in his heart.
This woman… is not right!
Panting, he stopped, stepped back, and shouted with a bravado that didn’t reach his eyes, “Fine! You’re ruthless! Ten minutes are up! The money’s yours!”
Jiang Jian Yue took a deep breath, bent down, picked up the slightly dusty Ten Thousand Yen Note with trembling hands, carefully folded it, and put it in her pocket.
The whole process was eerily calm.
But could it not be?
“Thank you for your patronage.”
She even nodded slightly to Kun, her tone as flat as if she were checking out at a convenience store.
Kun and his companion looked like they’d seen a ghost and slipped out of the crowd at once.
The onlookers were buzzing—some with sympathy, some curious, but most with the thrill of watching drama unfold.
Someone pulled out their wallet, gripped a handful of bills, and shouted excitedly, “Can you hit me too?”
A burst of laughter erupted, but Jiang Jian Yue shook her head in refusal.
She was afraid if she lost control, she’d kill someone.
At that moment, a sharp whistle sounded!
“Hey! Over there! What are you doing!”
Two uniformed Police parted the crowd, walking over with stern faces.
Clearly, the commotion and ‘paid beatdown’ had attracted attention.
Yet, only the hard cardboard sign reading “Ten Thousand Yen! You can hit me for ten minutes” remained, lying on the ground, accidentally kicked over by a fleeing foot.
Jiang Jian Yue’s figure had already disappeared into the neon-lit depths of the night, like a ghost blending into the darkness.
“Where are they?!”
The younger Police officer rushed forward, looking around at the confused or indifferent faces.
He bent down, picked up the sign, and read the words: “Street fighting… or extortion?”
The older Police officer was more experienced, his gaze sweeping over a few bystanders still holding up their phones.
“The people who fought here just now—where are they? That girl—did anyone see?”
A blond-haired youth pointed in the direction Jiang Jian Yue had vanished.
“She… she ran that way! Really fast!”
His tone carried a hint of disappointment at the show ending.
A beautiful girl getting beaten up—worth the price of admission, even if you die!
“Chase!”
The older Police officer made a snap decision, and the two immediately gave pursuit.
Only then did the crowd scatter.
The street band’s drummer stopped in confusion, while the vocalist coughed awkwardly into the microphone.
Clearly, everyone had treated them as BGM.
At this moment, Jiang Jian Yue was moving through the narrow back alleys with agility far beyond normal people.
She was incredibly fast, yet made little noise.
Earning a Police pursuit achievement on the first day… not bad for a start!
Crossing the alley, the view opened up to a relatively wide but sparsely populated street.
She quickly blended in with a group of office workers heading to an izakaya, slowing her pace to appear like just another hurried girl.
She glanced back.
No sign of Police at the alley entrance.
She exhaled lightly, but didn’t let her guard down, continuing in the direction she remembered as being away from the center of Ikebukuro.
She didn’t know how long she walked.
The clamor faded, and the neon lights grew sparse.
Hunger began gnawing at her stomach like a small animal.
She hadn’t eaten dinner at all!
Finally, in a relatively quiet district, she found a fairly large Net Café.
Net Cafés—temporary harbors for countless Tokyo office workers too tired to commute—were also her most ideal place to rest for now.
She handed her Student ID to the front desk.
The Supervisor behind the counter reminded her, “Minors can’t stay overnight, you know.”
“I started school two years late.”
Since the Student ID had no birth date, Jiang Jian Yue lied casually.
The Supervisor nodded and checked her in.
A private room with a lock on the door—twelve hours for just over four thousand Yen.
A reasonable price.
Compared to domestic Net Cafés, those in Japan were more like hotels.
She bought an Onigiri, picked up her room card, and took the elevator to the fourth floor, finding her room.
Jiang Jian Yue plugged in her computer and began editing the superpower video she’d filmed earlier, uploading it to Pink Software.
She titled it “Song of Ice and Fire.”
Then she continued watching the OVA.
Previously, the story had reached the end of dinner at the Lake Toya hotel, with Yuki Asahi heading off to the open-air hot springs.
[Yuki is so shy www]
[Emi Jiang isn’t going?]
[Damn, no fan service]
[What’s an OVA without fan service!]
Of course, after realizing Saori Saiyonji was also male, the barrage agreed that traps were okay too.
Ah, HOMO.
Jiang Jian Yue stared expressionlessly at the three chatting in the steam room—just as she suspected, it was those two B-people who pushed Yuki Asahi again.
Koji Hattori’s first conversation didn’t make Yuki Asahi resolve anything, or perhaps he didn’t have time to do more.
You could say this second talk, along with accidentally being seen naked by Yuki Asahi, was what drove him to act.
Oh my.
[666 if the cameraman doesn’t want to shoot, he doesn’t have to]
[Gentleman’s block?]
[Wow! Going straight for it?]
[No! No!]
[Now I understand why the opening barrage warned Kaori fans not to watch]
[For the Kaori torture zone, I’ll fight you all]
[99]
Watching herself fall onto the hotel bed on screen, forced to give up her first kiss, that tingly soft feeling spread from her waist.
What the… is she really that sensitive?
Jiang Jian Yue pressed her lips together, looked around above her, and, seeing no cameras, still pulled her coat off and covered her stomach and thighs.
[Pulling out at a time like this, I don’t think Emi Jiang is human either]
[I’m dying here, I’m dying]
[Where’s the real episode?]
[Wow, fireworks!]
[So romantic]
[They’re kissing again, my god]
[Go ahead and kiss, Kaori is mine]
Staring at the barrage of [99] and the beautiful kiss on the terrace obscured by comments, Jiang Jian Yue’s breathing became unsteady, and she slowly slid from her chair onto the bed.
“Beat me, and you can do whatever you want, for as long as you want!”
The trembling voice in her headphones made Jiang Jian Yue squeeze her legs tight.
[Exploded!]
[Emi Jiang isn’t even stuttering anymore]
[What’s with this foul-mouthed princess Lol]
[?? OMG big sis]
[New moe point]
[I’m dying of shame, what is Emi Jiang saying?]
[Are they taking this to the bed?]
[Wow, too intense]
[Hattori! Don’t interrupt, damn it]
[Always missing at the last second]
[And it’s not the foot that’s missing]
Public execution and such… just no!
And… and did the Dark Crow Unit actually find out about this?
Drones?
Are these things used for peeping?
Maria, you used to be so shameless.
What a joke, damn it!
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