“Kouma-kun, what happened here?”
Nijika and the others stared at the bizarre scene before them, their faces pale with shock.
Inside the small bar area, a breathtakingly beautiful woman with purple hair lay weakly against the wall.
And on the floor—blood.
This looked like a straight-up crime scene!
The only reason they hadn’t immediately called the police was the fact that the sole person standing nearby was a harmless, innocent little boy.
Had it been some middle-aged man instead, they would’ve dialed emergency services on the spot.
Seeing the girls return, Kouma let out an exaggerated sigh of relief.
“Nee-chans, you’re finally back!
This customer wasn’t feeling well—I think it’s her…
um, monthly visitor?
So I let her rest here.”
His face was the picture of naive concern—the very image of a child who wouldn’t even know how to lie.
After all…
What evil intentions could a little boy possibly have?
Nijika naturally believed him without question.
“But…
this lady’s flow seems unusually heavy…”
“Miss, should we call an ambulance?”
She spoke gently to Rize.
Even menstrual bleeding could be life-threatening if excessive.
Rize’s gaze slowly shifted to Kouma—only to find him already staring back.
Her heart skipped a beat.
“No…
I’ll…
go myself.”
Keeping her eyes locked on him, she cautiously rose to her feet.
Under everyone’s watchful eyes, she staggered out of the venue.
Even at the exit, she remained hyper-alert, listening for any movement behind her.
“Master…
no, that child…
just let me leave?”
Only after putting distance between herself and STARRY—only once she was completely out of Kouma’s sight—did she finally relax.
Glancing back at the closed doors, Rize’s violet eyes swirled with complicated emotions.
Today had been…
Painful.
Yet intoxicating.
But—
“Next time we meet…
I’ll devour you in one bite!”
Gritting her teeth, Rize forced her weakened body forward, her steps unsteady as she disappeared into the night.
…
The “Shimokitazawa Archangel” murmured worriedly as she cleaned the bloodstains.
“Don’t worry, Nijika-nee.
That nee-chan seemed pretty tough!”
A ghoul nicknamed Binge Eater—of course she was tough!
The fact that Rize had remained conscious after multiple rounds of Woman Pleasure Hands was proof enough of a ghoul’s insane regeneration.
But this suited Kouma just fine.
Some abilities were too intense for ordinary humans—he’d feel bad using them.
But ghouls?
Perfectly durable test subjects.
As for retaliation?
Ever since writing “正” on her thigh, Kouma could sense Rize’s exact status and location at all times.
Everything was under his control.
The only reason he hadn’t drained her yin energy today was the lack of time and space in the live house.
But with her movements tracked, he knew their next encounter wouldn’t be long.
…
After B-Komachi’s performance ended, Kouma bid farewell to Hitori and the others, returning to the car with Ai.
“Kou-kun…
are you going back to the Yukinoshitas now…?”
Freshly showered and dressed in a thin short-sleeved shirt, Ai hugged Kouma tightly, rubbing her chin against his cheek.
Her voice dripped with reluctance.
“Mhm.
If I’m too late, Yukino-nee will worry.”
Hearing him call another woman “nee-chan” still stung Ai’s heart with jealousy.
“Kou-kun, if they ever bully you…
message me immediately!
I’ll come get you right away!”
Her tone shifted from concern to hopeful excitement.
“Don’t worry, Ai-nee…”
…
Yukinoshita Residence.
“Mrs.
Yukinoshita, I’m home.”
Entering the mansion, Kouma immediately noticed two figures in the living room—Mrs.
Yukinoshita and an office lady in a skirt suit.
They seemed deep in discussion but paused upon his arrival.
“Welcome back, Kouma.”
Mrs.
Yukinoshita’s slightly furrowed brows relaxed as she nodded at him.
At the same time, the OL turned to look at him—brown, slightly wavy hair tied in a bun.
Blue eyes.
“That face…
Eri Kisaki?”
Kouma’s mind stirred.
Sure enough, Mrs.
Yukinoshita soon addressed the woman:
“Attorney Kisaki, please continue.”
Kisaki swiftly averted her gaze from Kouma, resuming her report on some legal case.
As Kouma changed his shoes and hung his coat, their conversation grew clearer.
From what he gathered:
– The Yukinoshita and Yuuki families had jointly invested in an amusement park project.
– They purchased land from another conglomerate for development but now supernatural incidents kept occurring on the site.
– Both families suspected the sellers had concealed the hauntings before the sale.
Hence, they’d hired Kisaki—the Queen of Lawyers—to handle the dispute.
Listening further, Kouma learned that in this world, supernatural conditions had to be disclosed in contracts during property transactions.
“Mrs.
Yukinoshita, have some water.”
He poured glasses for both women.
“Thank you.”
Eri’s voice was soft as her eyes lingered on Kouma briefly.
“The Yukinoshitas only had two daughters, right?
Where did this little boy come from?”
She couldn’t help admiring his delicate features—she’d never seen such a handsome little boy before.
Taking a sip, the water’s crisp sweetness glided down her throat, lifting her spirits instantly.
Her eyes widened slightly.
“Do wealthy households have special water or something…?”
Soon after.
“Mrs.
Yukinoshita, pardon me…
may I use your restroom?”
Eri asked somewhat sheepishly.
Sitting on the sofa, she’d noticed her stockings had snagged and torn near the thigh.
“The bathroom is…
Kouma, could you show Attorney Kisaki the way?”
One downside of massive mansions—even going to the toilet required a guide.
Kouma led Eri to the bathroom.
“Kisaki-san, be careful…
our bathroom floor can be a bit slippery…”
He eyed her black stockings and patent leather heels, offering a warning.
“Thank you—”
But before she could finish—her legs tangled.