After Wanmie stuffed the money into her pocket, she led Shinomiya toward the 303 Suite, with Shiori following behind.
Not even five minutes had passed when patrolling Police received a report from the public and rushed to the scene.
When the officers saw Masao Nohara and the others beaten to such a miserable state, their expressions turned to disbelief.
When they heard from the onlookers that these men had been robbed by a girl in her teens, they looked as if they’d seen a ghost.
Others might not know, but the Police in this area were well aware that the gang led by Masao Nohara often committed crimes here—this gave them a headache.
In their eyes, only Masao Nohara robbed others.
Who else would have the guts to rob him?
The officers simply assumed the onlookers were telling a joke.
They called an Ambulance and sent the group off for emergency treatment.
On the way to the 303 Suite, Wanmie held the stack of ten-thousand yen bills, happily counting.
She hadn’t expected that these four punks she’d subdued so easily would be so wealthy.
Scattered together, there was over a million yen, with Masao Nohara contributing the most.
Seeing this, Shiori, who was following Wanmie, couldn’t help but feel puzzled.
Just moments ago, this violent woman was taking down burly men with a single punch.
How did she suddenly become a money-obsessed gold digger at the sight of cash?
“Miss Ayase, are you short on money right now?”
Recalling the single apartment Wanmie lived in, Shiori couldn’t help but ask.
“Not anymore.”
Wanmie smiled, flipped her hand, and the stack of bills disappeared right from her palm, leaving Shiori dumbfounded.
Of course, he didn’t know that Wanmie had directly stored the money in the System’s Warehouse, and the door to the Warehouse could be any part of her body.
It had to be said, the System’s Warehouse was truly useful—not only could it store all kinds of items, but it could also keep money safe without any security concerns.
However, Wanmie didn’t dare to store anything too large.
Otherwise, if someone saw her pull something from inside her body, they’d probably be scared half to death.
Shiori stopped dwelling on the matter and instead spoke seriously to Wanmie.
“Miss Ayase, if you’re willing, Ratatoskr can provide you with a place to live and prepare living expenses for you.”
Wanmie let out a laugh.
How could she not understand Shiori’s intentions?
“You want me to agree to some condition, right? For example… sealing my power?”
Wanmie hit the nail on the head, and Shiori scratched his head awkwardly.
“You really see through everything, Miss Ayase… but don’t you want to consider it?”
“Well…”
Wanmie felt a twinge of hesitation.
The conditions Shiori offered were tempting, and she sized Shiori up and down.
The blue-eyed, blue-haired girl before her was the type many men couldn’t refuse.
But Wanmie knew that his real identity was Shidou Itsuka—a man with all the parts.
Just the thought of having to kiss a man made Wanmie feel nauseous.
At that moment, Kotori’s voice came through Shiori’s Invisible Earpiece.
“Shidou, Wanmie’s mood index is plummeting! What did you do to her?”
Shiori wore a blank expression.
He only wanted to help Wanmie escape the AST’s pursuit so she could live a normal life!
Before Shiori could recover from his confusion, Wanmie leaned down, pointed at Shiori, and spoke softly to Shinomiya.
“Shinomiya, listen to your sister. Stay away from this weird sister in the future, and the man named Shidou who came to our house last time—you’d better not get too close to him either!”
Shinomiya stared blankly at Wanmie, confused.
“Sis, didn’t you say he wasn’t a bad person?”
Wanmie patted Shinomiya’s little head fondly and spoke earnestly.
“He’s indeed not a bad person, but men are creatures who think with their lower half. Who knows when he might turn into a wolf? So next time you meet him, remember to keep your distance, okay?”
“Mm-mm, I got it!”
Shinomiya nodded like a bobblehead.
Shiori, standing nearby, was on the verge of tears.
What did I even say wrong?
“Shidou, looks like Wanmie has put you on the blacklist, hahaha!”
Kotori’s laughter rang through Shiori’s ears without mercy.
Shiori realized that if he didn’t speak up, Wanmie would soon brand him as an irredeemable villain.
He couldn’t let Wanmie instill more strange ideas into Shinomiya.
“Miss Ayase, why are you two here?”
Shiori asked.
He’d wanted to ask from the start why Wanmie and Shinomiya were on a street full of love hotels, but other events had distracted him.
Wanmie was about to answer honestly, but a mischievous thought surfaced.
She replied mysteriously.
“What do you think we’re doing here?”
At her words, Shiori’s mind conjured up images of a loli and a girl tangled together, a swirl of mosaics flooding his imagination.
His face turned red.
“S-s-sorry! I didn’t expect you two had that kind of relationship! I’m terribly sorry for disturbing you!”
As Shiori panicked, chaos erupted in the Fraxinus Conference Room.
“What? Wanmie is yuri too?!”
“Ah, it seems conquering Wanmie won’t be easy.”
“Yuri is good, but Shinomiya is still a child. Wouldn’t Wanmie be committing a crime?”
As the other members stirred, Kotori narrowed her eyes, lost in thought.
Kannazuki noticed her expression and stepped forward.
“Commander, it seems getting Wanmie to join us won’t be easy without a price.”
Kotori looked up, lollipop still in her mouth.
“Do you have a good idea?”
“Isn’t it simple?”
Kannazuki grinned confidently.
“I know a famous doctor in Thailand. With his skills, he could turn Shidou-kun into a real beautiful girl in no time… ah!”
Before Kannazuki could finish, Kotori kicked him between the legs.
“Believe it or not, I’ll send you to Thailand right now!”
Kannazuki collapsed, clutching his most precious part, but instead of pain, his face was flushed with joy and perversion.
His voice trembled.
“C-Commander, if you wish, Kannazuki is at your service… But before going, please… kick me again!”
“Die!”
Kotori couldn’t take it anymore and began kicking Kannazuki violently.
Kannazuki, however, only grew more perverted, making Kotori feel a chill down her spine.
This man was beyond saving…
“Someone, send Kannazuki to Thailand!”
At her command, two muscular men entered the Conference Room and dragged Kannazuki away.
With the eyesore removed, Kotori sat back down and connected to Shiori’s earpiece.
“Sorry, I was delayed just now. What’s your situation?”
Shiori’s face twisted with bitterness.
Kotori hadn’t turned off her earpiece earlier, and when she heard Kannazuki mention sending him to Thailand, he’d been truly frightened.
If Kotori had listened to Kannazuki’s nonsense, he’d have to say goodbye to his little buddy.
“It’s… nothing.”
He muttered, glancing at Wanmie and Shinomiya with a complicated look.
“Miss Ayase, I think Shinomiya is still young. It’s too early for her to be exposed to these things…”
Shiori’s face was almost entirely red as he forced the words out.
Little did he know, Shinomiya had already learned most of this from soap operas.
She might not be an expert, but she was at least a licensed trainee.
She understood his meaning instantly.
“Th-that, my sister and I aren’t like that!”
Shinomiya’s face flushed as she hurriedly explained.
“We came here because the big sister from today’s concert invited us!”
“Eh?”
Shiori was stunned.
So their reason for coming here wasn’t what he thought?
Wanmie let out a giggle.
“Shiori, what were you imagining just now? Sister wants to know~”
Shiori wished he could disappear into a crack.
So Wanmie was teasing him from the start!
But he quickly caught another detail from Shinomiya’s words.
He steadied himself.
“Miss Ayase, just now Shinomiya said—the concert…”
“That’s right. Miku invited us here.”
Before Shiori could finish, Wanmie cut in.
“If I’m not mistaken, you were invited by Miku as well, right?”
Shiori nodded.
At the same time, Kotori’s voice came through his earpiece.
“Looks like Miku’s ambitions aren’t small—trying to keep three people at once.”
“This isn’t just a matter of ambition anymore…”
Shiori muttered helplessly.
Who would have thought the glamorous idol on stage had such peculiar tastes in private.
Shiori sighed and looked at Wanmie.
“Miss Ayase, did you agree to Miku for the sake of Shinomiya’s Hand Puppet?”
Though the misunderstanding was cleared, Shiori still had doubts.
He felt that Wanmie’s motives weren’t simple.
In fact, he was mostly right.
One reason Wanmie agreed was to retrieve Shinomiya’s Hand Puppet, but she also wanted to get closer to Miku.
Though Miku, as a Spirit, was somewhat dangerous, she was also one of Wanmie’s favorite characters.
Wanmie coughed lightly, trying to dispel the awkwardness.
“Ahem, that’s right, but I don’t think the plan will go so smoothly.”
Shiori frowned.
“What do you mean?”
“Didn’t you previously discover a Spirit with the identification code ‘Diva (æŒå§¬)’?”
“How… how did she know?!”
In the Fraxinus Conference Room, Kotori stood up in shock, staring at the beautiful white-haired girl on the big screen, her eyes filled with deep wariness.
Wanmie Ayase, just who are you?