When Hayashi Makoto woke up, Karuizawa Kei was no longer beside him.
As he recalled the madness from the middle of the night, his body, which had far more vitality than an ordinary person’s, once again entered a highly charged state.
Last night, he had assassinated members of the Paladin organization in another world.
He had also casually killed quite a few federal higher-ups connected to them, which had already drawn the attention of that giant known as America.
Relying on the spatial teleportation ability of a Mind Teleporter, he had played hide-and-seek.
Between hunting and being hunted, amid bloodshed and killing, Makoto’s mindset had changed greatly.
Besides his mindset, the killing had also stimulated his physical desires.
“This is a kind of illness.”
Makoto evaluated himself objectively, but he had no intention of treating it.
Some people said that a man should wake with a sword that kills and sleep drunk on a beauty’s lap.
Others said that humanity’s greatest desires lay in killing and fucking.
There was nothing bad about that.
Wearing pajamas, Makoto walked out of the bedroom and immediately smelled food.
It was the crispy aroma of heated oil, along with the scent of freshly toasted bread.
He quietly walked to the kitchen.
There, he saw Karuizawa Kei busy inside.
Morning light shone in through the window, coating the semi-open kitchen in a soft golden edge.
Kei stood in that dawn light with her back to him, humming a little tune in front of the stove.
She seemed to be in a very good mood.
In the frying pan were sizzling eggs and bacon.
She wasn’t wearing an apron, only one of Makoto’s oversized black T-shirts.
The hem of the T-shirt barely covered her youthful, rounded backside, yet couldn’t hide it completely.
The loose black fabric contrasted sharply with her tender, pale legs.
Without hesitation, Makoto walked up behind her without making a sound, crouched down, pulled back the hem of that specially bought oversized T-shirt, and stuck his head inside.
He began to kiss her, starting from the base of her spine and moving upward inch by inch.
“!”
Kei stiffened at once.
“Makoto!”
In a short cry filled with surprise and embarrassment, Kei instinctively tried to crouch down, but Makoto gave her no chance, diving his whole body inside that oversized T-shirt.
“Makoto-kun?!” Karuizawa Kei’s sweet voice trembled with shock.
His scorching breath moved up her delicate skin, making her shiver.
She seemed to want to struggle, but something deep within her body made her play hard to get.
As he moved further up, he tightly embraced her slender waist, and a large expanse of her smooth back pressed against the man’s chest and abdomen.
“Wearing only your boyfriend’s T-shirt first thing in the morning. Is this my surprise, Kei?”
“N-No… I just wanted to make breakfast after taking a bath. I didn’t wear it on purpose…”
“Where’s the kitchen apron?”
“I couldn’t find it… mmm…” A moan mixed with a hint of a sob escaped from deep within her throat.
A few strands of hair stuck to the side of her neck from the faint sweat caused by the heat of the kitchen.
When Makoto lowered his head near her neck, he smelled the fresh scent of her bath, mixed with the warm aroma of breakfast.
With the smell of food filling the kitchen, Makoto’s appetite grew.
He laughed softly.
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Karuizawa Kei closed her eyes in embarrassment.
She knew that she herself was the breakfast.
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By the time breakfast was hastily finished, it was already getting late.
Karuizawa Kei rushed out the door in a hurry to get to school.
After all, Haneoka’s school atmosphere was still quite strict.
“I hope she won’t be late.”
Makoto suddenly thought of something.
“Should I buy a car?”
He was unemployed, so his pace of life was very slow.
Normally, he had nothing urgent to do.
When moving around Tokyo’s city center, he basically relied on taxis, and when going farther away, he simply used Mind Teleportation to jump over.
There was no need for him to drive himself.
But thinking about it now, perhaps he did need to buy a car for transportation.
Then again, if he drove himself, it would be tiring.
On top of that, he could not race around the city without restraint.
He would need to watch out for pedestrians, pay attention to traffic police, and obey all kinds of messy traffic rules.
“That sounds really annoying.”
Throwing away the idea of buying a car, Makoto prepared to go out for a walk.
He wanted to see how his luck was today.
Maybe he would run into some beautiful girls he remembered.
Walking through the crowded streets full of people and cars, today looked no different from usual.
However, Makoto no longer felt as relaxed as before.
His nerves gradually tightened.
“Something feels off.”
In the past, although his spirit was stronger than an ordinary person’s, it was only stronger by a limited amount.
Now, not only had his perception greatly improved, he had also gained the other version of himself’s [Assassin’s Instinct].
It was a survival instinct born from a creature that had long wandered on the line between life and death.
Almost instantly, he sensed something unusual in the flow of people.
Had those major forces that observed the “alien” three months ago found him?
But just as he was thinking this, Makoto saw the source of the abnormality.
Several girls wearing uniforms from different schools.
They looked like high school students and carried schoolbags on their backs.
At a glance, they seemed harmless.
But the assassin’s experience inside Makoto told him that these girls, who should have been in school laughing and singing the praises of youth, each had the ability to subdue an adult man within three seconds.
The bags on their backs probably did not contain textbooks either.
Makoto observed them quietly for a long while.
Then he realized that they were not here to surround and capture him.
These mysterious high school girls seemed to be secretly fighting various crimes and protecting public safety.
High school girl agents secretly protecting everything?
Could there really be that kind of thing in a daily-life anime world…
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There really was.
Makoto immediately remembered an anime that had competed with Engage Kiss during the same season.
The GIF of a short-haired blonde girl casually dodging rifle bullets right in front of her had once gone very viral.
He had later gone back and watched that light-yuri anime.
The ending had been unbelievably terrible.
But the animation quality had indeed been excellent.
“So it was Lycoris.”
Lycoris was not only the name of the anime, but also the name of the organization.
It was a semi-official organization made up of young female agents who secretly fought crime and terrorist attacks.
After using his phone to find a Japanese-style café called LycoReco, a thought flashed through Makoto’s mind.
He considered it for a moment, then turned and walked toward that café.
He wondered whether the Lycoris plot had already begun.
He was interested in both of the female leads from the anime.
Of course, compared to Nishikigi Chisato, who was unwilling to kill even villains, he preferred Inoue Takina, who was ruthless and did not waste words.
“I’ll go get acquainted.”
This trip was to meet the girls.
It was also a test.
He wanted to know whether his face had been captured by satellite back then.
Compared to being discovered, trapped, ambushed, and caught off guard one day in the future, Makoto preferred holding the initiative in his own hands.
If the satellite had captured his face, then once he went to that café, it would most likely draw the attention of the upper levels of Japan, or even America.
At that time, he, the transmigrator, would have a good talk with the people in power.
If they could reach an agreement, that would be best.
If not…
People said that when one held a sharp weapon, killing intent naturally arose.
In the past, he only had a teleportation ability useful for escape.
He lacked the courage to kill and take lives, so his style of action had seemed cautious and careful.
Now things were different.
His strength had increased greatly.
He had also assassinated many members of the Paladin organization in the movie world, killed quite a few high-ranking officials and military leaders from national governments, and even observed the edge of the Chechen battlefield to experience the brutal atmosphere of modern war.
He already had the nerve to kill.
As for his fear of worldly governments, it had vanished completely the moment he turned into the Ruthless Grenade King and threw explosives at the White House.
And in this main world without supernatural abilities, if he was truly forced into a life of hiding and fleeing, Makoto would not mind giving the highest levels of every major force a full funeral in a single day.
“It’s nothing major.”
Arriving at the entrance of the café, Makoto suddenly stopped.
He saw a black-haired girl holding a notebook walk into the café.
Long straight black hair.
A white hairband.
A full figure.
And those black stockings that were practically her registered trademark…
An unexpected bonus!
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