Chapter 155: Do You Want Me to Splash Blood All Over Your Face to Satisfy You?

It seemed the woman I’d offended the most was Kaori Onishi.

Kaori Onishi might cause trouble by spending money, but it was unlikely—first, she wasn’t that devious, and second, she didn’t have two million Yen.

Jiang Jian Yue had no interest in playing detective; she just wished nothing strange would happen with the apartment rental.

It wasn’t realistic to have Tanaka Hiroshi invite that woman out, either, since he’d already received the two million Yen and had no way to contact her—seriously, not caring about money at all, completely unafraid of being scammed!

“I absolutely, absolutely won’t trouble you!”

Tanaka Hiroshi promised repeatedly, then picked up the paper bag from behind the sofa, sweating profusely.

“This two million Yen is my compensation to you.”

Jiang Jian Yue was about to speak when a dull sound suddenly came from behind her.

The door was violently kicked open.

Before seeing the person, their voice boomed out:

“Hey, hey, hey! Who dares cause trouble in my place—tired of living?!”

A brown-red pompadour, earrings, lip ring, and eyebrow ring glinting on his face, a leopard-print shirt on his body—such a familiar punk.

Wasn’t this Oowada Toshihiro?!

The same small-time thug from the GPRI Hunter Incident, in the Tokushu Jishou Taiou Honbu building, the one who got slapped by Yuki Asahi and then had a gun pointed at him.

“Oowada! Kill this little b*tch!”

Tanaka Hiroshi’s expression changed instantly, shouting arrogantly.

Of course, he only dared shout after dragging a female hostess in front of him as a shield.

Oowada Toshihiro’s eyes widened when he saw the girl standing before him.

“You—”

His attempt at flirting instantly died when he noticed the handgun in the girl’s hand, turning into a faint sneer.

“You’re provoking me with this kind of toy gun?”

you jb who?

What a basic man, sisters, stay away from this type.

Jiang Jian Yue narrowed her eyes, lowering her voice to mimic Yuki Asahi’s youthful tone: “Oowada Toshihiro… male, twenty-five years old. Social scum… energy leak 2680.”

Oowada Toshihiro’s face darkened.

He shouted, both fists beginning to glow with clear blue energy, like water, like swirling air.

Wave Fist?

“Bastard! Who are you?!”

Oowada Toshihiro’s face flushed red, his body trembling with rage.

Clearly, the humiliation from Yuki Asahi was still fresh in his mind.

Jiang Jian Yue silently stored the P320 into her Storage Space, then opened her palm toward Oowada Toshihiro.

A Crimson Eyeball burst from the crack in her palm.

Oowada Toshihiro felt a thick layer of mosaic suddenly cover his vision.

Immediately after, a tremendous force struck his abdomen, bending his spine like a cooked red shrimp.

“Puh-oh—”

Oowada Toshihiro collapsed to his knees, the Wave Fist energy fading from his fists, clutching his stomach, face pale and shaking.

Jiang Jian Yue retracted her foot.

Her body stiffened, a bead of cold sweat forming on her forehead.

Why did it feel like…

Maybe…

It leaked.

A trace of relief flashed across the girl’s face—since it had already leaked, there was no point worrying anymore.

She turned her head to look at Tanaka Hiroshi, whose face was twisted in shock. Clearly, he hadn’t expected the “powerful” Oowada Toshihiro to be so easily defeated.

People should always leave themselves a way out, right? Now look how awkward it is.

She gently tapped the paper bag of ten-thousand Yen bills on the table, sending it into her Storage Space.

Jiang Jian Yue glanced at the time.

The cooldown for “Current Transformation” was almost over.

“I know where you live.”

She left this threat behind, ignored the devastated Tanaka Hiroshi, and let her body dissolve into electricity, exploding in brilliant light within the room.

Then, the window shattered.

That bright electric current shot into the Tokyo Metropolis night like a meteor.

***

“The Missy has left. Oowada Toshihiro is completely no match for her.”

“Heh.”

Upon hearing the news from the Club via Satellite Phone, a sultry female voice laughed softly in the corner of the room.

Nine-Tails Seiji glanced at the shadowy corner.

“What’s so funny?”

“Nothing, just thinking the Missy really is lively… very. Cute~”

The woman’s deliberately drawn-out tone was playfully exaggerated.

“…Sigh.”

Nine-Tails Seiji sighed.

“The pride of Yue runs to her bones. If that’s called lively, it somewhat sullies the word.”

“Eh~ Nine-Tails, you’re even prouder than the Missy~”

The woman in the shadows laughed lightly, pink hair swaying.

“And you dare speak like that about the Missy? You really aren’t afraid of dying……”

“Relax.”

Nine-Tails Seiji turned his gaze to the deep night outside the window.

“This apartment… is already full of our people.”

“Oh? So fast?”

The woman’s voice suddenly rose, a bit excited.

“That Morita surrendered power this quickly?”

“He’s just a butler—he understands his place as a servant.”

“Sending him back to the old house in Setagaya to keep the old butler company is where he belongs.”

“As for the others, most were sent away.”

“So cold…”

The woman laughed again.

“I heard Morita was quite arrogant in front of those Japanese corporate reps. He’s just a fringe character in the Honke Faction—where did his confidence come from!”

Nine-Tails Seiji toyed with his wine glass.

“Confidence… Of course, it was granted by DRG.”

He turned back toward the Satellite Phone.

“Come back. Since Yuki isn’t affected by this trick, there’s no point wasting time on these people… Oh, right, have Tanaka Hiroshi cover the missing two million Yen. You all can handle that, right?”

“Stingy, still fussing over two million Yen.”

The pink-haired woman stepped out of the shadows.

“Should I go handle it instead?”

***

Apartment, Room 2103.

The entrance light was on.

Jiang Jian Yue used the spare key from the agency to quietly open the door.

The living room was dark, but weak light shone from the cracks of the two bedroom doors at the end of the corridor.

Yuki Asahi… was he waiting for her?

She took off her shoes, stepping onto the cold floor as quietly as possible, wanting only to sneak back to her room.

However, as she passed the corner of the entrance, the living room light flicked on with a “click”.

Yuki Asahi stood in the center of the living room, face full of anxiety and worry—clearly, he had been waiting, turning the light on the instant he heard the door open.

“Yue!”

He rushed over, stopping a step away, anxiously scanning her up and down.

“You’re back! Are you okay? You… You’re not hurt, are you?”

Jiang Jian Yue instinctively stepped half a pace back.

Her coat was long, so Yuki Asahi didn’t notice she wasn’t wearing pants.

But he smelled it.

A faint, metallic scent.

Not an illusion.

“Yue! Are you injured?!”

Yuki Asahi’s face changed instantly.

He thought Jiang Jian Yue had fought with someone.

He lunged forward, trying to grab her shoulders to check.

“Don’t touch me!”

Jiang Jian Yue snapped.

Her reaction was even more intense than she’d expected.

Yuki Asahi’s hand froze in midair, stunned by her shout.

Jiang Jian Yue realized her own loss of composure and wondered why she was acting so awkwardly.

“It’s resolved.”

She lowered her eyes, voice hoarse.

“The Contract… is settled.”

“That’s not what I’m asking.”

Yuki Asahi grew agitated.

“You’re bleeding? I can smell it! Where? Let me see!”

“……”

Jiang Jian Yue was on the verge of collapse—why was this guy’s nose as sensitive as a dog’s?!

“I’m fine.”

She moved past him, intending to return to her room.

But Yuki Asahi grabbed her wrist.

It was hot.

Her palm was burning, but the back of her hand was cold as ice.

“If you don’t explain, I—”

Do you want me to splash blood all over your face to satisfy you?

Jiang Jian Yue sighed helplessly.

She opened her phone and searched for menstrual period, then held the screen up to him.

“Men…strual…period?”

Yuki Asahi stared at the words on the screen.

Of course, he knew what it meant.

All the clues connected in an instant—her pale face today, clutching her abdomen in the furniture store, having no appetite…

She… had gone out alone in the middle of the night to settle things in this condition?

Guilt made his lips tremble.

“I…”

He wanted to apologize, but then remembered the “no apologies” rule.

Looking at Jiang Jian Yue’s pale yet stubborn face, he felt his heart twist painfully.

So, he gently pulled her closer and hugged her.

“Don’t.”

Jiang Jian Yue instinctively resisted, but her body grew weak.

Yuki Asahi’s hand pressed against her abdomen.

Jiang Jian Yue even felt the “baby’s room” contracting—not the kind of pain from period cramps, but…

The girl’s icy expression couldn’t hold, replaced by a flustered, adorable panic—paired with her naturally seductive features, it was practically criminally alluring.

(Omitted, since writing it would definitely get me banned.)

Suddenly, Jiang Jian Yue broke free from his embrace, dashed into the master bedroom, and slammed the door.

She leaned against the door, feeling all strength drain from her body.

I want to die.

Why… why am I so sensitive during my period…?

It hurts, yet the pain can’t suppress my starlight power at all!?

***

Yuki Asahi reflexively tried to follow, but his foot slipped and he fell to the floor.

After crawling up in a daze, he realized something.

After taking some time to clean the floor, Yuki Asahi stood before the master bedroom door, pressing his hand lightly to it.

He’d said he wanted to protect her, but when she was most vulnerable, he panicked over the Contract and didn’t know what to do.

Senpai still bore everything alone.

He knew what Yue needed least now was his clumsy comfort.

She needed rest.

He turned back to the living room.

The kitchen was brand new and completely empty.

Yuki Asahi picked up the newly bought electric kettle, plugged it in, and boiled water.

While waiting for the water, he took out his phone, hands trembling as he searched:

“What to do for girls’ menstrual cramps?”

The answers varied, but all pointed to a few keywords: warmth, hot water, painkillers, sweets.

But there was nothing in the brand new house.

He had no choice but to pour a cup of hot water, carry it to the master bedroom door, and knock softly.

“Yue?”

“Go away.”

“I… I poured you some hot water.”

Yuki Asahi tried to sound as gentle as possible.

“Wait for me, I’ll go downstairs to buy painkillers.”

“Leave it at the door.”

There was a long silence from inside before the voice finally came out.

“Okay.”

He placed the cup between the two bedroom doors, put on his jacket, and prepared to go out.

Though he was about to leave, he searched on his phone as he walked:

“Daily wages, high pay.”

Since the Contract matter was settled, he needed to consider getting a job.

This time, his gaze passed over the convenience store and restaurant job postings, landing on an anonymous forum link.

[For ability users only, high-risk mission, reward starting at one million, location: Shinjuku.]