“I’m not here as the heiress of the Jiang family…”
Momose Tadayoshi straightened his upper body slightly, confusion filling his eyes.
“Heiress… what do you mean…?”
“To put it simply.”
Jiang Jian Yue decided to be direct.
She had neither the time nor the mood to exchange pleasantries in this stifling atmosphere.
“I need money.”
Momose Tadayoshi’s eyes flashed.
“How much does the young lady need? I’ll have someone prepare it immediately!”
“Not for free.”
Jiang Jian Yue shook her head, cutting him off, her tone serious.
“Trade.”
She didn’t want to owe anyone.
Even less did she want to owe this group of yakuza.
Not out of fear—the intimidation these yakuza brought was nothing compared to the Boss.
She just didn’t want to get entangled with them any more than necessary.
“Trade?”
Momose Tadayoshi looked even more confused.
What kind of trade could the young lady make with him?
Jiang Jian Yue didn’t explain.
She simply raised her hand, making a seemingly casual grasping motion.
Under the gaze of Momose Tadayoshi and several executives behind him—whose pupils shrank sharply—an invisible ripple seemed to spread through the air.
Then, an assault rifle with a folded stock appeared out of thin air in Jiang Jian Yue’s hand!
The men’s breathing grew heavy and tense.
Momose Tadayoshi’s heart stopped—was this a threat? A show of power?
They knew that there were superpowered individuals in this world.
But after mixing with the yakuza for so many years, Momose Tadayoshi always thought a lot.
Cold sweat instantly soaked his back.
“This…”
Momose Tadayoshi’s voice was dry to the point of cracking.
He didn’t even dare look directly at the gun, his gaze instinctively dropping to the floor.
“Young lady… this is…?”
“AKS-74U.”
Jiang Jian Yue’s voice was as calm as if introducing a household appliance.
Her fingers lightly brushed the cold gun body.
“Compact, powerful… suitable for close combat… urban environments… uses 5.45x39mm rounds… I also have… magazines.”
“Three million yen, with two hundred rounds of M74 rifle rounds…”
Three million yen?!
Ever since the Yamaguchi-gumi’s split in 2015, sparking a gang war that has lasted nine years and is still unresolved, the black market price for a single handgun soared to as high as eight hundred thousand yen, with one handgun round fetching as much as ten thousand yen!
And yet, this AKS-74U, with two hundred rifle rounds, only cost three million yen?
That’s dirt cheap!
But… why is she selling a gun?
And selling it to the yakuza?
Is it a test?
If he refuses… what will happen?
Her favorability will definitely increase, right!
If he accepts… the source is unknown, the risk is enormous, and he might not be able to handle it!
But… young lady…
In a split second, Momose Tadayoshi made his decision.
“Haai! Thank you for your generous gift, young lady! Your subordinate is overwhelmed!”
He no longer asked any questions.
He turned sharply to a subordinate behind him, who was just as frightened, and barked:
“Idiot! What are you waiting for? Go to the safe! Three million! Cash! Now!”
That subordinate scrambled out, nearly tripping over himself.
Jiang Jian Yue watched Momose Tadayoshi’s respectful—almost subservient—posture, feeling even more embarrassed inside.
She just wanted to make a deal!
Was this reaction not a bit much?
She even felt a tinge of regret.
Should she have looked for a more “normal” buyer?
But time waited for no one.
She still had a date in the afternoon… and where would she find someone to buy a gun?
Oh wait, actually, there was.
If Ryugu and the others returned to Tokyo, maybe she could sell it to them?
A few minutes later, three stacks of cash were placed on the desk.
Jiang Jian Yue casually ran her fingers over the bills and nodded in satisfaction.
She handed the AK74U towards Momose Tadayoshi as if it were a stick.
Momose Tadayoshi almost lunged forward, accepting the deadly weapon with both hands, extremely solemn.
The heavy weight of the gun filled him with a sense of dread.
It was less like holding a gun, more like grasping an oath that led to the abyss.
After leaving the bullets and magazines behind, she tossed the three million yen into the Storage Space.
“Transaction complete.”
Jiang Jian Yue stood up, patting non-existent dust from her clothes.
“Today’s events…”
“I’ve never met the young lady! Nor have I seen anything at all!”
Momose Tadayoshi swore immediately, firm and absolute.
“Good.”
Jiang Jian Yue was quite pleased with this perceptive attitude.
She walked to the door, then paused, glancing back at Momose Tadayoshi and the gun in his hands.
Her tone was flat as she added,
“Keep it safe. Don’t cause trouble.”
“Haai!”
***
Noon, Shibuya.
After leaving the suffocating “Dragon Palace” and the still-shaken Momose Tadayoshi behind, Jiang Jian Yue felt as if a heavy burden had been lifted from her shoulders.
Her steps became much lighter.
The three million yen in her Storage Space gave her unprecedented confidence.
Money gives men courage～
She first went to a well-reviewed hair salon.
After a simple trim, she transformed her previously messy hair into a lazy half-ponytail braid.
Then she headed straight for Shibuya’s busiest shopping center.
Her goal was clear: an outfit suitable for a date, and a gift for Yuki Asahi.
Under the amazed and enthusiastic gaze of the Miss Shop Assistant, Jiang Jian Yue swiftly chose a tailored, off-white cashmere sweater, paired with deep gray fitted jeans and high-quality ankle boots.
Simple and fresh, yet perfectly outlining her slender lines.
She didn’t buy another expensive coat, just carefully tidied her original windbreaker, which was still decent.
As for the gift… she lingered in front of a Boutique for a long time.
In the end, her gaze fell on a simply designed Titanium Steel Necklace.
The pendant was a small moon, its cool, restrained luster shimmering under the lights.
Moderately priced, yet special enough.
And also… a moon.
She imagined the necklace hanging around Yuki Asahi’s neck, and couldn’t help but smile slightly.
Mm, outfit and gift settled, but Jiang Jian Yue still felt like something was missing.
Staring at her reflection in the shop window, Jiang Jian Yue frowned, realizing what was lacking.
She was barefaced!
She had learned makeup techniques from Akimoto Miki for a while, but her practical skills weren’t very high.
However, she knew very well that her naturally charming face, even with just a touch of makeup, would look entirely different.
No need for complicated skills, only top-quality products—a confidence booster.
She went straight to the international cosmetics counter on the first floor, ignoring the fancy recommendations from the sales clerk.
She quickly chose a lightweight cushion foundation, an ultra-fine deep gray eyebrow pencil, a mascara for long, curled lashes, and a cool-toned, silky smoky rose lipstick.
She took her loot and ducked into the Makeup Room—Japanese malls almost always have them.
In her previous life, living in a second-tier city, such high-end amenities didn’t exist in malls—you just used the mirror outside the restroom.
Standing in front of the bright, large mirror, Jiang Jian Yue examined herself.
Those slightly upturned, peach blossom eyes carried a natural allure even without makeup.
If it were her past self, she’d definitely be charmed senseless by such a girl.
Recalling Akimoto Miki’s lessons, her movements were anything but practiced, even a little clumsy.
A thin layer of cushion foundation evened out her complexion, covering last night’s exhaustion and giving her skin a refined matte finish.
The eyebrow pencil shaped sharp, slightly arched brows, cleverly balancing the natural seductiveness of her eyes and adding a touch of boldness.
She carefully brushed on mascara, making her already thick lashes distinct and fluttering like butterfly wings with a single blink, infusing her cold gaze with a captivating glow.
Finally, she pressed on the smoky rose hue.
This hint of color didn’t add warmth or approachability.
Instead, it made her usually expressionless face even more enigmatic and distant.
This makeup look subdued her innate allure, elevating it into a cold, striking charm that matched the simple cashmere sweater perfectly.
Was this still her?
Her first formal makeup—what a huge success!
Phew…
Jiang Jian Yue vainly pinched her chin, admiring herself from all angles in the mirror, drawing annoyed stares from a line of girls waiting for the Makeup Room.
Yuki Asahi will definitely be surprised!
After a final check, Jiang Jian Yue swiftly swept the used makeup products into the Storage Space and left the mall.
She and Yuki Asahi had agreed to meet at the plaza beneath a newly opened cinema in Shibuya.
The afternoon sun was just right, and the plaza was bustling with people.
Jiang Jian Yue arrived a few minutes early, casually standing by a pillar, her off-white sweater softening her appearance.
Yet the intricate braid, cool makeup, and naturally alluring eyes combined to form a deadly attraction.
Just standing there, expressionless, she drew many passing glances.
“Se…senpai?”
A voice tinged with uncertainty and delight called out.
Jiang Jian Yue turned her head and saw Yuki Asahi hurrying over.
He was wearing a clean hoodie and jeans today—why another hoodie!
But she had to admit, compared to their first date, he looked much more youthful!
When he got closer and saw Jiang Jian Yue clearly, he stopped abruptly, his eyes widening.
“Senpai… today, you…”
Yuki Asahi’s cheeks reddened visibly, as if he wanted to say, “So beautiful.”
But Jiang Jian Yue’s colder, more intense eyes made him speechless.
Finally, he just scratched his head awkwardly.
“Did you… put on makeup?”
“Mm.”
Jiang Jian Yue answered blandly, her gaze sweeping over him.
“The tickets?”
“Ah! Here… here they are!”
Yuki Asahi snapped out of his daze, quickly pulling two movie tickets from his pocket and handing them over like a treasure.
Jiang Jian Yue didn’t take them.
Instead, she pulled a small Gift Box from her windbreaker pocket and handed it directly to him.
“This.”
“Eh?”
Yuki Asahi froze, staring blankly at the box.
“For… for me?”
Jiang Jian Yue frowned slightly, as if annoyed by his obvious reaction.
“Who else?”
Yuki Asahi hurriedly accepted it, his fingers trembling a little.
He opened the box cautiously, and when he saw the moon pendant necklace inside, its cool gleam, he gasped, surprise flooding his eyes.
“Senpai… this is… a moon.”
“Just something I picked up.”
Little Chunan, seriously… getting so happy over a gift.
Jiang Jian Yue looked away, struggling to maintain a calm tone.
“Put it on.”
“Oh! Okay!”
Yuki Asahi excitedly took out the necklace, but was so nervous he fumbled with the small clasp and couldn’t fasten it.
“…Idiot.”
Jiang Jian Yue muttered softly, stepping forward.
Her sudden closeness made Yuki Asahi freeze.
He could even see her perfectly separated lashes and the smoky rose color of her lips—he really wanted to taste senpai’s lipstick.
Foid corruption 200%
That nine tailed something gonna be filled with envy lol
Ninth tale guy: People are just tools for me, meant to be used and discarded. Watch as these foids get obsessed over my Manipulator aura.