Chapter 42: Hit on by an Older Guy?

Because Miku still had some things to finish, she left the hotel address and took her leave.

Wanmie didn’t linger either.

Although she wanted to discuss this matter face-to-face with Shiori, the thought that Shiori was probably with Origami and the others made her give up.

Instead, she decided to find a place near the hotel to sit and wait until it was time to go to Miku.

After Wanmie and Shinomiya left the school, on Shiori’s side…

After finishing the aftermath and finally sending Origami and Tohka away, Shiori received an email from Miku.

This should be the address sent by Miss Izayoi, right?

With that thought, Shiori opened the email.

But when she saw the contents, she nearly spit out her lunch.

Classmate Shiori, the address is Suite 303, XX Hotel, XX Street. Don’t be late, okay~ (heart emoji)

“Ho…Hotel…”

Shiori almost thought she had misread it.

If she remembered correctly, XX Street was known as Love Hotel Street, wasn’t it?

And that XX Hotel was obviously not a proper hotel.

The implication of Miku inviting her there was more than obvious.

In an instant, ten thousand eighteen-plus scenes flashed through Shiori’s mind, and her face turned bright red.

“Oh? A hotel, huh. I didn’t expect Miku to be so bold.”

Just as Shiori was immersed in her indecent delusions, a voice interrupted her thoughts, with a fruity aroma lingering in the air.

It seemed to be the scent of green apple?

Shiori looked down.

Crimson hair fluttered like flames in the air.

Startled, Shiori threw her phone into the air.

Kanzaki Kotori gave her sibling a look of disdain, casually caught the phone, and tossed it back to Shiori.

She took out the green apple-flavored lollipop from her mouth.

“What are you panicking for?”

“It’s all because you popped out of nowhere!”

Shiori caught the phone and glared at Kotori in annoyance.

If she hadn’t appeared suddenly, would she have been so startled?

I really miss Sister Mode Kotori…

“By the way, what are you doing here? Weren’t you still on Fraxinus?”

“I came over when Miku’s concert was about to end. I just didn’t expect you to be so amazing that the concert barely ended and you were already going to a hotel with Miku.”

Kotori stared at Shiori with a hint of jealousy in her tone.

Shiori felt awkward.

“I didn’t do anything. You know it was her who invited me first.”

“She invited you and you just agreed?”

“Weren’t you the one egging me on…”

Shiori was speechless.

“Alright, enough with the jokes.”

Kotori’s expression grew serious.

“Today is a rare opportunity. Make sure you seize it.”

“Of course.”

Shiori smiled confidently.

Though she wasn’t sure what to do, getting Shinomiya’s Hand Puppet back was the most important thing.

If Miku wanted to do something more…

She certainly wouldn’t mind.

Kotori seemed to see through Shiori’s thoughts and rolled her eyes.

“I’m warning you, don’t try anything funny. If Miku finds out you’re a guy, you’ll be thrown in jail!”

At her words, Shiori’s face turned red.

She hurriedly explained.

“Kotori, it’s not what you think!”

“You expect me to believe that?”

Kotori muttered, her voice growing smaller as a blush crept onto her face.

“If you really can’t hold back… I guess it’s not impossible…”

“Hm? Kotori, what did you just say?”

Shiori frowned.

She only caught the first half, the rest was so quiet it sounded like a mosquito, and Kotori’s face was turning red.

In her memory, Commanding Officer Mode Kotori would never show such an expression.

She brushed Kotori’s bangs aside and pressed her forehead to Kotori’s, checking her temperature.

“That’s strange. You don’t have a fever either.”

Shiori’s series of actions gave Kotori no time to react.

When she finally processed what happened, Shiori’s face was less than half a centimeter away.

Her face turned red to the ears, steam rose from her head like boiling water, and a faint boiling sound could even be heard.

“W-what are you doing?!”

Kotori jerked her head back, crashing her forehead into Shiori’s.

Thunk!

With a crisp sound, both of them crouched down, clutching the large lumps on their heads, their bodies trembling in pain.

“I was just worried about you…”

Shiori said pitifully.

“It’s your own fault for…”

Tears welled up in Kotori’s eyes.

The lump on her head was twice as big as Shiori’s.

It was clear how much force she used—a classic lose-lose situation.

After a long pause, they finally recovered.

With all the commotion, time had passed, so they decided to head to the XX Hotel to find Miku.

Of course, Kotori couldn’t just stroll into the hotel with Shiori.

As soon as they left the school, she returned to the Fraxinus Conference Room to provide remote support.

“No wonder they call this Love Hotel Street…”

The reputation of Love Hotel Street was well-known among male students.

But as a model youth, Shiori had never set foot in such a place.

Yet here she was, walking down this street.

Colorful neon lights flickered gently.

A strong perfume scent filled the air.

Couples strolled in pairs on both sides, making Shiori’s solitary figure even more conspicuous.

Gulp…

Shiori swallowed nervously.

It was her first time in such a place, and strange thoughts started filling her head again.

“XX Hotel…”

Following the address Miku gave, Shiori quickly found the hotel.

She imagined Miku’s figure, took a determined step forward, and walked into the XX Hotel.

But just as she was about to ask the front desk about Suite 303, four rough-looking young men swaggered in.

The leader was a burly man with a knife scar on his face.

The other three were dressed like street punks, their hair dyed in various colors, clearly up to no good.

Behind the leader, a green-haired lackey asked nervously.

“Boss, even though ‘Ghost Shadow’ hasn’t shown up in a while, are we really okay just wandering around like this?”

“Yuuichi, why are you so timid? Just a ‘Ghost Shadow’ and you’re scared?”

The leader looked at his underling with disdain.

But Yuuichi, the green-haired man, didn’t notice and replied.

“Boss, did you forget? Last time our Tian Shan Group’s temporary stronghold was wiped out by ‘Ghost Shadow’. We can’t afford to mess with someone like that. I think we should observe a bit first.”

“Yuuichi, I’m truly disappointed in you.”

The leader shook his head, his eyes full of contempt.

“‘Ghost Shadow’ is just a myth. Do you really believe a woman could wipe out so many gangs in Tengū City? If she dares appear in front of me, Masao Nohara, I’ll beat her until even her mother can’t recognize her!”

Seeing Masao Nohara acting so arrogant, Yuuichi sighed helplessly.

‘Ghost Shadow’ was a mysterious figure who appeared in Tengū City some time ago.

She not only cleared several districts of gangsters in a short time but even dared to challenge local gangs.

Though gang bosses were much tougher than street thugs and armed to the teeth, they still weren’t a match for ‘Ghost Shadow’, who destroyed several of their bases.

The Tian Shan Group was among the victims.

But the most unbelievable part—the enemy was a woman.

Masao Nohara probably didn’t realize how formidable ‘Ghost Shadow’ was, but Yuuichi did.

He had been at the temporary stronghold when ‘Ghost Shadow’ struck.

To Yuuichi, it was a nightmare.

In the darkness, a white silhouette flashed by like a ghost.

The red and black flintlock in her hands became a reaper’s scythe, striking down every member.

The Tian Shan Group’s temporary base was wiped out overnight.

Strangely, not a single member died, but almost all of them were injured.

When they woke, the police swept in and arrested most of the group, crippling the organization.

From that day, the headquarters forbade any activities.

But Masao Nohara refused to believe such a powerful person existed.

Ignoring orders, he went out with his three lackeys.

“Boss, there’s a real beauty over there!”

Masao Nohara had just finished boasting when a red-haired lackey spotted Shiori at the front desk, his eyes shining.

Masao Nohara looked over, and at the sight of Shiori’s profile, his heart skipped a beat.

What’s going on? I, Masao Nohara, have ruled Tengū City for so long.

No beauty has ever moved me.

But that girl…

In an instant, he fell in love.

The blue-haired girl before his eyes was his destined one!

Masao Nohara fixed his hair and approached Shiori.

With what he believed to be a gentlemanly tone, he spoke.

“Miss, would you like to get to know each other?”

Shiori stared in confusion, sizing up the burly, greasy, foul-smelling uncle with a lecherous tone before her.

A flash of disgust passed through her eyes, but she still replied politely.

“Mister, do you need something?”

Masao Nohara chuckled.

“No, I just wanted to make your acquaintance.”

“Uh…this…”

Shiori was dumbfounded.

What is this situation?

A proud seven-foot man, being hit on by an uncle?