Chapter 156

“Shizuka, Yukino, if you don’t get up soon, you might be late.” After a night of intense passion, the two beauties, Yukino Yukinoshita and Shizuka Hiratsuka, were still sound asleep, each resting on one of my arms.

“Mm… where is this?” Yukino Yukinoshita, whom I had woken up first, slowly opened her eyes. Her cool, clear voice carried a hint of laziness, and she was still a bit groggy from just waking up.

“This is Shizuka’s, uh, Hiratsuka-sensei’s house.” I gently tidied Yukino’s slightly disheveled hair with my hand as I spoke.

Yukino quickly recalled the events of the previous day—getting drunk, being brought to Hiratsuka-sensei’s house, and being intimate with me alongside Hiratsuka-sensei. At the thought, her fair cheeks flushed red. She hurriedly got up to put on her school uniform, and I handed her a fresh pair of panties and black thigh-high stockings.

Yukino stood up, first slipping on the small panties to cover her secret garden. Then, lifting her slender, jade-like leg, she used both hands to stretch open the top of the black thigh-high stocking. Starting from her delicate foot, she slid it into the stocking, adjusting it once her foot reached the bottom to ensure the toe of the stocking fit perfectly with her toes.

Next, Yukino used her fingers to slowly pull the stocking up from her foot. The black fabric covered her slender calf, then her thigh. Finally, she tugged gently at the top of the stocking to make it cling more snugly to her leg before releasing her fingers. With a soft snap, the stocking’s top pressed firmly against the flesh of her thigh.

“Shizuka, Yukino’s gone to wash up. You should get up too.” After getting dressed, Yukino quickly went to freshen up. Shizuka Hiratsuka had actually woken up at the same time I called them earlier but had pretended to stay asleep to avoid the awkwardness.

“You’ve got some nerve saying that. It’s all because of your nonsense, Ken.” Shizuka sat up and shot me an exasperated glare before heading to the wardrobe to pick out fresh clothes. I admired the sight of her dressing while leisurely putting on my own clothes.

Once Shizuka was also dressed and had finished washing up, the three of us had breakfast together. Afterward, I drove them to Sobu High. Having kept them up all night, it was only right to take them to school and work.

During the drive, neither Yukino nor Shizuka said much. The atmosphere was still a bit awkward, which was only natural. With their teacher-student relationship and having shared a man the night before, it would take some time for them to adjust. But I was confident it wouldn’t take too long.

“Alright, now I’ll park Shizuka’s car for her.” When we arrived at Sobu High, I initially planned to get out and walk into the school with them before leaving. However, both Yukino and Shizuka firmly opposed the idea. They were feeling a bit self-conscious and didn’t dare walk across campus with me.

After parking the car and getting out, I was about to leave when I remembered I still had the car keys and hadn’t returned them to Shizuka. While I could use a little trick to teleport them directly to her, it wasn’t necessary for such a short distance. Besides, going up might give me a chance to tease Shizuka a bit.

Action beats hesitation, so I headed straight into Sobu High. Walking across the campus, the youthful and beautiful female students always caught the eye. In the distance, the tennis club was doing their morning practice. With my sharp eyesight, I could even spot my sister-in-law, Yumiko Miura, moving energetically on the tennis court.

Her golden hair was tied into a ponytail for tennis, swaying as she ran. Her spiral sidelocks bounced in front of her chest. Just as I was marveling at the vitality of this youthful beauty, a small mishap occurred.

“Ugh…” While receiving a serve, Yumiko Miura accidentally twisted her ankle. The girl couldn’t help but crouch down on the court, clutching her ankle.

“Miura, are you okay?” The girl practicing with Yumiko quickly came over to check on her.

“I’m fine, just a slight twist. I’ll go to the infirmary and rub some liniment on it.” Beads of sweat dripped from Yumiko’s cheeks onto the court. Judging by the pain, it was still within tolerable limits, so it probably wasn’t serious.

“Let me take you to the infirmary, Miura.” The girl quickly grabbed a towel from a nearby bench where their belongings were placed. While wiping Yumiko’s sweat, she offered her help.

“No need. It’s not that bad. I can walk there slowly by myself. Besides, class is about to start.” Yumiko, always assertive and known as the “Queen Miura,” didn’t want to show her vulnerable side in front of others, so she declined the girl’s kind offer.

“But…” The girl hesitated. She wanted to help Yumiko, but Yumiko’s usual strong demeanor made her reluctant to insist.

“I’ll be fine. Look, the infirmary is really close anyway. I can manage on my own.” Yumiko slowly stood up and even took a couple of steps on tiptoe, showing that it really wasn’t a big issue.

“Alright then. Be careful, Miura.” Seeing that Yumiko seemed genuinely okay, the girl had no choice but to go along with the queen’s wishes.

“Yeah, no problem. Don’t worry.” Yumiko flashed a bright smile, leaving the girl with no further objections. After watching her clubmate leave, Yumiko limped over to the bench where her backpack was.

“Tsk… it hurts, it hurts…” Sitting on the bench, Yumiko immediately dropped her composed facade. She bit her cherry lips, furrowed her delicate brows, and sucked in a sharp breath of cold air.

“If it hurts, don’t push yourself. It pains me, your brother-in-law, to see you like this.” The class bell had already rung, and with no one else around, I approached Yumiko. If others had been present, things wouldn’t have been so easy.

“I’ve told you, you and my sister aren’t married yet, so you’re not my brother-in-law.” Yumiko was startled when she first heard my voice, a hint of panic flashing through her. After all, her current state was nothing like her usual self. But when she realized it was me, she secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

“If you dare say that to your sister, I’ll accept it.” I knew Yumiko’s little temper toward me was mostly for her sister’s sake, hoping I’d be less of a playboy. So I didn’t mind much. Of course, the main reason was that even her little tantrums as a beautiful girl had their own charm.

“Hmph, what are you doing here?” If she could convince her sister, she would have done so long ago. So Yumiko could only snort coldly, simultaneously dropping the pained expression she’d had from her foot.

“I happened to have some business here. When I saw you twist your ankle, I came right over to check on you.” With that, I crouched down to examine the extent of the sprain on her foot.

“Hey, what do you think you’re doing?!” Seeing my actions, Yumiko quickly endured the pain and moved her twisted left foot slightly away, putting some distance between us.

“I’m checking the condition of your foot.” I looked up at Yumiko with a slightly helpless expression. Because of the tennis club’s morning practice, aside from tying her hair into a single ponytail, she had changed into a blue short-sleeved sports top.

Her lower half was dressed in a white knee-length skirt, revealing her round knees and slender calves. On her feet were blue-and-white sports shoes and short black cotton socks.

“I don’t need you to look. I’ll go to the infirmary myself later.” Yumiko, seeing that my intentions were good, softened her tone slightly. But a woman’s foot wasn’t something to be casually shown to others, so she firmly refused.

“Then let me take you to the infirmary. Don’t refuse just yet. Choose between letting me check your injury or taking you to the infirmary. I can’t just ignore this—you’re my sister-in-law, after all.” Before Yumiko could open her mouth to refuse again, I played the family card. Even though Yumiko didn’t fully acknowledge it yet, using it as an excuse to get her to comply worked surprisingly well. From that perspective, maybe she wasn’t as resistant as she seemed?

Yumiko had indeed been about to refuse again, but seeing how serious I was, she fell silent. After an internal struggle, the girl finally spoke.

“Take me to the infirmary.” Yumiko turned her head slightly, avoiding my gaze, and spoke in a small voice.

“That’s more like it. Let’s go. I’ll carry your things.” I gathered Yumiko’s backpack and belongings, holding them in my left hand, and extended my right hand toward her.

Yumiko looked at the hand before her, hesitating for a moment. Finally, she placed her jade-like hand in my large one. Her hand was fair as jade, with slender fingers. Her shell-like nails were painted with silver-white polish, adding a touch of allure.

Using my hand for support, Yumiko propped herself up with her uninjured right leg, bending her twisted left foot at the knee. Perhaps unaccustomed to standing on one foot, she nearly lost her balance and fell into my arms but quickly steadied herself.

“Yumiko, bend your arm. I’ll support you by the crook of your elbow. That’ll help you keep your balance better. You don’t want to fall into my arms, do you?” The sensation of Yumiko’s soft, boneless hand pressing against mine was delightful. But to minimize the chance of her twisted foot accidentally touching the ground while walking, I had to suggest this.

“I know.” Yumiko found my reasoning sound. Since she’d already agreed to let me take her to the infirmary, falling into my arms would be a huge loss. At her age, she’d never been held by a man before.

So Yumiko followed my instructions, turning her palm over and placing her arm on my large hand. Slowly, she moved her arm down until it rested at the crook of her elbow, allowing me to fully experience her skin—so delicate it felt like it could be broken by a touch, as smooth as a peeled egg.

“Is this better?” While savoring the tender skin of my sister-in-law Yumiko’s arm, I naturally didn’t let myself look dazed or show any expression of enjoyment. I continued speaking to her in a serious tone.

“Yeah.” It was Yumiko’s first time having such intimate contact with a man, and she felt a bit embarrassed. At this moment, she silently reassured herself that this was her brother-in-law, so it was fine.

“Then let’s go.” I supported Yumiko by the crook of her jade-like arm, and she slowly hopped forward. At such close proximity, I could smell the faint fragrance of the girl, mixed with the subtle scent of sweat from her light exercise.

The journey to the infirmary was very slow. With Yumiko being extra cautious, no amusing accidents occurred. The infirmary at Sobu High was on the first floor, so there were no stairs to climb. After some time, we finally arrived at the infirmary door.

“Knock, knock. Dr. Katori, are you there?” Yumiko knocked on the infirmary door and called out the name of Sobu High’s female doctor, but there was no response from inside.

“Looks like no one’s here. I wonder where she went. Let me see if I can open the door.” I placed my hand on the doorknob. The door was locked, but that was no obstacle for me. Using a strand of true energy shaped into a thin needle, I directly triggered the lock mechanism inside and unlocked it.

“Seems like the door wasn’t locked. Let’s go in first.” With the lock picked, the infirmary door naturally opened with a twist. Seeing this, Yumiko nodded in agreement. We couldn’t just stand outside and wait forever.

I closed the door behind us and helped Yumiko into the infirmary, guiding her to sit on the bed. I placed her backpack on the bedside table and began searching through the glass-fronted cabinet where medicines were stored.

Yumiko pressed her cherry lips together. She could tell I was looking for liniment or something similar. Watching my back, she reflected that, since we’d met, I’d actually been quite caring toward her. As a brother-in-law, I’d done a decent job in that regard. If only I weren’t such a playboy… At that thought, Yumiko couldn’t help but sigh.

“Found it. Why the sigh? Don’t worry, Yumiko. Leave it to me.” I pulled out a bottle of liniment, similar to one for sprains, from the cabinet and turned to face Yumiko.

“You?” Yumiko raised her golden eyebrows, her emerald-green eyes widening slightly. Don’t tell me he’s thinking…

“Yeah, I’ve had experience helping people apply liniment for sprains before, so it should be fine to leave it to me.” I walked over to Yumiko with the liniment, stopping in front of her and shaking the bottle slightly.

“That’s not the issue here. I’m a girl, and you’re a guy. I’ll do it myself.” Yumiko shot me an exasperated look, then extended her fair, jade-like hand, palm open. The message was clear: hand over the liniment.

“Yumiko, have you ever applied liniment before?” I didn’t immediately give her the bottle. Instead, I asked her a question first.

“No. Isn’t it just rubbing it on? That’s how they always do it on TV. Alright, hurry up and give it to me.” Yumiko urged.

“It’s not that simple. Rubbing it on haphazardly won’t do much good. Let me handle it.” Seeing that Yumiko had no experience, I crouched down directly.

“Wait. How about we wait for Dr. Katori to come back?” Yumiko knew I had a point, but the idea of a man touching her—especially her foot—was too much. She quickly shook her head.

“Who knows when Dr. Katori will return? Alright, no more arguing. I’m your brother-in-law, after all. Don’t overthink it.” This time, I didn’t wait for Yumiko to say anything else. I directly grabbed her slender ankle.

“How can you tell me not to overthink this?” Even if she stretched it a thousand ways, I was her sister’s man, not hers. How could Yumiko calmly accept me touching her foot?

“Then you’re the one with the dirty mind.”

“You’re the one with the dirty mind… Ah!” Being accused of having a dirty mind, Yumiko was naturally indignant. Just as she was about to retort, she suddenly felt her foot lighten. I had already removed her sports shoe.

“What are you doing?! Let go! Tsk…” Yumiko’s left leg struggled, trying to break free from my large hand’s grip, but the movement tugged at her sprained ankle, immediately stopping her actions.

“Don’t move. I’ve already taken it off and even touched it now. Struggling won’t change that fact. Don’t make things harder for yourself. Be good and listen.” Seeing the glimmer of tears in Yumiko’s emerald-green eyes, I set the liniment down with my other hand and placed it on her delicate little foot, establishing the fait accompli before speaking.

Yumiko’s soft, beautiful foot was clad in ankle-length black cotton socks. Her five adorable toes, like tender lotus sprouts, were wrapped in the black cotton socks, their shape faintly outlined. The small, exquisite foot, encased in the black cotton socks, looked truly light and alluring.

As my large hand touched it, the smooth texture of the black cotton socks and the warmth of Yumiko’s jade-like foot transmitted through my hand. Perhaps out of shyness, Yumiko’s toes curled slightly.

“J-just hurry up…” Yumiko was so annoyed by my words that her teeth itched. But as I’d said, she couldn’t break free from my grip. Should she kick me with her other foot? I was her sister’s boyfriend, after all, and my intentions were good. She really couldn’t bring herself to do it, so she had no choice but to compromise.

“OK. Bear with it for a moment. It might hurt a little at first.” If someone only heard the conversation, they might think Yumiko and I were doing something suggestive. But being able to touch my sister-in-law’s beautiful foot now wasn’t a loss at all. No, it was a huge win.

Though I was marveling inwardly, my hands didn’t stop moving. To avoid giving Miura Yumiko the impression that I was taking advantage of her, I held her slender calf with my left hand while my right hand moved to the ankle of her foot clad in a short black cotton sock. The area was visibly slightly swollen. Gently pinching the cuff of the sock with my fingers, I carefully removed it.

Instantly, Miura Yumiko’s fair and alluring bare foot was exposed before my eyes. The smooth, delicate skin, the adorable toes lined up neatly together, the pale pink toenails resembling tiny shells, the elegant arch and rounded heel—on such a perfect foot, the redness and swelling at the ankle stood out all the more glaringly.

“It doesn’t look too serious. With me, your brother-in-law, stepping in, I guarantee it’ll be better in no time. Here, help me pour some medicated wine first.” I continued supporting Miura Yumiko’s calf with my left hand while picking up the bottle of medicated wine from the floor with my right and handing it to her.

“Stop bragging. Just helping me ease the situation a bit would be enough.” Miura Yumiko raised her delicate eyebrows, clearly unconvinced by my words. If I’d said I could help alleviate the sprain, that might’ve been believable, but claiming it’d be fixed right away? Even a proper doctor wouldn’t dare say that. So Yumiko just assumed I was exaggerating.

“You’ll see once we try.” It was normal for most people not to believe such a claim, so I just smiled and spread my right palm open for Miura Yumiko to pour the medicated wine.

“You’d better not be lying. If you make things worse, just wait and see how I’ll deal with you later—even dragging my sister into it won’t help.” Despite her words, Miura Yumiko’s hands didn’t hesitate in the slightest. She twisted open the cap of the medicated wine bottle and poured some onto my right hand.

“Relax. Here it comes—bear with it.” With that, I gently pressed my large hand onto Miura Yumiko’s sprained ankle and began massaging it with practiced skill and moderate pressure. Of course, to resolve Yumiko’s sprain in one go, I’d need to channel some true energy to assist.

“Mmph…” The moment I touched the injured spot, Miura Yumiko clenched her silver teeth in pain, tears glistening in her eyes. But she held back from crying out, didn’t scold me for the momentary agony, and simply endured in silence.

At that moment, I said nothing. From what I’d learned about Yumiko through her sister, I knew she wasn’t as strong-willed as she appeared. Yumiko had a vulnerable side too, but she didn’t want others to see it—a trait shaped by her usual way of dealing with people and situations.

So, at times like this, when Yumiko faced setbacks or difficulties, she’d tough it out alone. Only her sister understood this about her more deeply. Knowing this, seeing Yumiko silently enduring the pain without a sound, I could only speed up my hand movements.

My fingers and palm made contact with Miura Yumiko’s delicate skin, and faint streams of true energy flowed from my hand. Soon, the pain in Yumiko’s ankle gradually faded, replaced by a soothing sensation.

“Mmm…” Miura Yumiko realized the pain in her ankle seemed to have vanished. Under the warmth of my palm’s pressing and kneading, a strange feeling traveled up from her foot, tinting the girl’s cheeks—pale from pain just moments ago—with a faint blush.

Miura Yumiko’s body, once tense, gradually relaxed. Her hands, which had been gripping the bedsheet tightly, loosened. As she let out a long, quiet breath, Yumiko even half-closed her eyes.

To avoid her noticing I was observing her condition, I only stole a glance from the corner of my eye. Seeing the girl’s contented expression put me at ease, and I worked even more diligently, massaging Miura Yumiko’s bare foot with my hands.

My thumb and palm kneaded around her ankle, while my other fingers pressed and circled back and forth over her heel and the sole of her foot. Under the influence of the true energy, the redness and swelling at her ankle had already subsided, and a faint rosy hue spread across Miura Yumiko’s fair, tender foot.

As for the owner of the foot I was massaging, Miura Yumiko’s breathing quickened slightly. She could feel waves of warmth flowing from her left foot throughout her entire body, creating a comfort akin to soaking in a hot spring, leaving her whole body tingling and relaxed.

Miura Yumiko’s petite toes would occasionally curl and stretch, their adorable appearance making me want to kiss them, to take them into my mouth. But given the current state of my relationship with Yumiko, we weren’t close enough for such intimacy. I had to suppress the urge.

Unknowingly, half an hour had passed since I started massaging Miura Yumiko’s foot. Later on, my kneading extended beyond just her ankle to her sole and toes. At the time, Yumiko, a bit dazed, asked why I was pressing those areas. I explained it was to stimulate blood flow throughout her entire foot, and she, feeling somewhat lightheaded from the massage, didn’t question it further.

You could say I’d thoroughly explored every part of Yumiko’s foot. The girl’s tender skin and delicate, elegant foot were utterly irresistible. By now, Yumiko had even broken a light, fragrant sweat, and the two blushes on her cheeks resembled ripe red apples.

“How does it feel, Yumiko?” Seeing that it was about time, I spoke up, planning to stop after a bit more massaging. If I kept going too long and accidentally brought Miura Yumiko to a small climax, knowing her temperament, she’d probably be mortified to death.

“Ah… mm… mm… It’s pretty good…” Hearing my voice, Miura Yumiko didn’t react immediately. Then she snapped to, realizing—what was she doing, getting so lost in something like this?

Coming back to her senses, Miura Yumiko thought about her own behavior and felt utterly ashamed. She’d never experienced anything like this before. She stole a glance at me, still focused intently on massaging her foot, and hoped I hadn’t noticed her odd reaction.

“That’s good to hear. I didn’t lie to you, did I? Just a little more massaging and it’ll be done.” From the moment I’d spoken, I’d kept my head down, gazing at Miura Yumiko’s bare foot, pretending I hadn’t been observing her expression, to spare her excessive embarrassment.

“Mm…” Though Miura Yumiko had the urge to tell me to stop, it was just too comfortable. She decided to go along with my suggestion for a bit longer. It was for better treatment of the sprain, she told herself, not because she wanted it. Feeling the tingling sensation from her foot, Yumiko indulged in a bit of self-deception.

Truthfully, I was reluctant to let go of Miura Yumiko’s foot too. But I couldn’t keep massaging forever, nor could I go too far. So, gauging the right moment, it was best for me to be the one to suggest stopping. I wondered when I’d get to touch Yumiko’s foot again. With that thought, I spent the remaining time meticulously massaging, mixed with caressing, savoring the exquisite sensation her foot gave me.

“All done.” Reluctantly, I released Miura Yumiko’s foot. By now, the redness and swelling at her ankle had long since faded. Aside from a bit more rosy color, Yumiko’s perfect foot had returned to its original state.

“Ah… mm… Thank you…” Miura Yumiko, somewhat embarrassed, twirled a strand of her golden spiral hair around her finger and said softly to me.

“No need. After all, Yumiko, you’re my sister-in-law.” I picked up the short black cotton sock from the bedside, ready to help Yumiko put it on.

“Wait, I can put this on myself.” Seeing me about to help her with the sock, Miura Yumiko quickly reached out to take it and do it herself. Unfortunately, she was a step too slow.

“I’ve already started putting it on. And didn’t I already touch everything when I applied the medicated wine earlier?” Before Miura Yumiko’s hand could reach me, I’d already slipped the sock’s opening over her toes.

“That’s different…” Just now, it was because I was treating her sprain. Having me still holding her foot now felt strange to Miura Yumiko.

I pretended not to hear Miura Yumiko’s words. Using my fingers, I pulled up the short black cotton sock, watching as it gradually covered her fair foot inch by inch. A sense of satisfaction welled up within me.

Once I’d pulled the sock’s cuff up to Miura Yumiko’s ankle, I used my other hand to adjust its position, tugging it back slightly so the sock fit snugly against her foot. Finally, I gave the cuff a little upward pull, and the sock was properly on Yumiko’s foot.

“Alright, Yumiko, try walking a bit and see if there’s any issue.” I nodded in satisfaction, stood up, and said to Miura Yumiko, whose face still bore a trace of blush and a hint of something unusual.

“Fine.” Miura Yumiko forced herself to snap out of that strange state quickly. She slipped her left foot, now clad in the short black cotton sock, into her sneaker, hooked her finger to pull the shoe on, and stood up.

Then, Miura Yumiko took a slightly nervous step with her left foot. Though she’d felt no pain at all when I helped her put on the sock or when she put on her shoe herself—suggesting it was fully healed—actually walking still brought a tiny bit of tension.

“Phew…” When her left foot landed without a trace of pain, Miura Yumiko finally relaxed completely. She walked back and forth a few steps, as if finding it somewhat unbelievable.

“It’s really all better! How did you do it?” After pacing a few times, Miura Yumiko stopped and looked at me with a hint of surprise. She’d never heard of any medicated wine that could completely heal a sprain in one go. The reason had to lie with me.

“It’s a little magical trick of mine, your brother-in-law. I’ve got plenty more like it. You’ll find out once you get to know me better, Yumiko.” Explaining it to Miura Yumiko now wasn’t convenient. It’d be easier to talk about once our relationship deepened—simply put, we’d cross that bridge later, much later.

“Tch, I wouldn’t blab about it anyway. If you don’t want to say, fine.” Miura Yumiko understood that such an almost miraculous ability couldn’t be casually revealed to others. Yet here I was, constantly calling her “sister-in-law” this and “sister-in-law” that, but still not telling her.

“It’s not that I won’t tell you, Yumiko. It’s just—when our relationship gets a little closer…”

“Who wants to get close to you? Alright, get out. I need to change clothes. Keep watch for me.” Before I could finish, Miura Yumiko was already pushing me out the door.

“Uh… no problem.” Asking me to stand guard while you change—aren’t you afraid I’ll peek? Looks like Miura Yumiko’s opinion of me might have improved a bit?

“And absolutely no peeking.” After I stepped out of the infirmary, Miura Yumiko closed the door and even locked it with a “click.” If you’ve locked it, what’s there to worry about me peeking? Though, to me, it really wouldn’t make a difference. Could it be she’s on guard because she’s seen my mysterious side?

Actually, I was overthinking it. Miura Yumiko locked the door simply because she didn’t trust me. Though now she kind of regretted it—she should’ve just told me to leave outright. But saying it now felt a bit late. Anyway, the door was locked, so it should be fine, right? As Miura Yumiko thought this, she pulled the curtain around the bed and changed into her school uniform inside.

Peeking really wasn’t necessary, but listening in a little should be okay, right? Yumiko hadn’t said I couldn’t listen. So, I slightly heightened my hearing and caught the rustling sounds of her changing clothes from inside the infirmary. Just the sound alone was enough to set the imagination running wild.

“I’m heading back to class. Thanks for today, I guess. If there’s nothing else, I’ll be off.” When Miura Yumiko came out after changing, she seemed fairly satisfied to see me standing obediently outside the door. She twirled a spiral strand of her hair and said flatly.

“Alright, see you next time.” Though her words didn’t seem to change much, her tone toward me seemed to have softened a bit. Hopefully, it wasn’t just my imagination. Well, either way, I didn’t come out of this at a loss—I got to touch Yumiko’s foot. If anything, I’d say I came out ahead. Watching the blonde girl’s retreating figure, I thought to myself.

Next, I naturally didn’t forget that the reason I’d come to Sobu High was to hand over the car keys to Shizuka. Knowing she happened to have no class for the first period, I headed straight to the teachers’ office.

Since there were other teachers in the office, and Shizuka kept warning me with her eyes not to cause any trouble, I simply set down the car keys and left the office under the curious gazes of the other teachers.

After that, I pulled out my phone to make a call while simultaneously teleporting to one of my private residences. Moments later, the call connected.

“Mrs. Kudo, is your matter resolved?” I asked leisurely, sitting on the living room sofa.

“…You’re asking the obvious.” The alluring married woman on the other end paused briefly before replying with a tone of resignation.

“Then you won’t refuse if I invite you out, right?”

“Where?” Kudo Yukiko felt she couldn’t voice her grievances. Take down the Black Organization? If it were that simple and quick, it wouldn’t have given the police and intelligence agencies such a headache. But she couldn’t deal with me either. She had a gut feeling I was definitely more troublesome than any Black Organization.

“The usual place.” The desire stirred up by Yumiko earlier needed an outlet, so I thought of calling Kudo Yukiko.

“Oh, right—remember to wear stockings.” After a moment’s thought, I added one more thing.

“Got it.” Kudo Yukiko gritted her teeth in response before hanging up the phone.