October 25th, Wednesday.

Early morning, the autumn breeze is slightly cool.

The sleeping Aozawa suddenly wakes up, but this awakening isn't from natural sleep; rather, it's due to sensing some slight movement.

Although the other party's action of lifting the quilt is very subtle, seemingly trying to avoid waking him.

However, the cold wind from the air sneaks in, forming a slightly cool sensation on the skin, making one awake at once.

Fortunately, the chill quickly disappears.

Aozawa feels a warmth even cozier than under the quilt.

A full 37°C.

Aozawa exhales lightly, what kind of manga opening is this?

Really nice.

He doesn't bother to open his eyes, just stretches his hand down to gently stroke Morimoto Chiyoda's head.

The movement is very gentle, like petting a cat.

Only those inexperienced men would imitate the forceful hair-grabbing actions they see in manga.

Such actions won't bring the girl any comfort, only pain.

Under Morimoto Chiyoda's meticulous care, Aozawa didn't hold on for long.

Morimoto Chiyoda gulped several times before finishing.

She carefully cleaned up, then straightened up, completely lifting the quilt aside, with a light laugh: "Time to get up, Little lazy bug~"

Her seductive voice didn't soften Aozawa's attitude in the slightest, remaining as firm as steel.

He opened his eyes, looking at the woman standing by the bed.

Her jet-black long hair is tied in a single ponytail, her swan-like neck left uncovered.

She is wearing a white shirt with a strong work vibe, a gray jacket outside, and a black knee-length skirt below.

The black stockings revealed an alluring texture on her right calf.

Her lips are glossy, seemingly reflective.

"Chitose, you're so beautiful."

Aozawa sighed, somewhat surprised: "Why are you suddenly so passionate today?"

"Secret."

Morimoto Chiyoda smiled and turned to leave, leaving only a pleasant scent of perfume lingering in the air.

She wouldn't tell Aozawa about Arakawa Reina's matters.

There can be rivalry within the harem, but such rivalry should never escalate to the level of making Aozawa aware.

If that were to happen, the situation would become uncontrollable and put Aozawa in a difficult position.

Morimoto Chiyoda just enjoys joking around, playing pranks.

Though such habits might seem nasty to outsiders.

But Morimoto Chiyoda knows her limits, what's appropriate, and won't turn pranks into loathsome schemes.

Aozawa watched Morimoto Chiyoda's departing figure, her swaying waist, the skirt outlining her plump round bottom seemed to speak.

He lunged forward, wrapping his arms around her: "Chitose, let me borrow your legs for a bit."

Those long, stocking-clad legs, Aozawa truly never tires of them.

Morimoto Chiyoda raised her hand and flicked his forehead, firmly saying: "No way."

Even if he says borrowing the legs, it would eventually lead to more.

She surely understood Aozawa's intentions.

Stockings can't stop his advances.

"Get down."

Morimoto Chiyoda said and pushed her hips backward with force.

The skirt instantly tightened, and the generated rebound force sent Aozawa flying back to the bed.

His eyes were filled with grievance: "Chitose, you're so unruly."

"You didn't just meet me today."

Morimoto Chiyoda's mouth curved slightly upward, enjoying Aozawa's frustrated expression, then swayed her hips and walked out the door.

Aozawa could only bow his head and say: "Oh my poor second brother, what a tough life you have."

Saying this, he remembered his plans for the afternoon.

Last night through online chat, he and Hojo Shouko had already agreed to meet after school, take the train to the Port District.

Their destination, naturally, The Ritz-Carlton Hotel in Tokyo.

It's the tallest hotel in Tokyo.

He booked the top-floor room, planning to create lasting memories next to the floor-to-ceiling windows with Hojo Shouko.

Just thinking about it excited Aozawa, making him impatient to get to school.

He jumped out of bed, quickly changed into his school uniform, and headed for the door.

...

In the morning, the sun was shining brightly, indicating another beautiful day.

Really felt like going out for a walk.

Emily sat in the luxurious hospital room, able to gaze out through the open curtains.

The sun-kissed skyscrapers, well-organized buildings, and the hospital courtyard's lawn, evergreen trees.

The patients and their families walking on the road looked so inviting for a stroll outside.

Emily watched outside blankly, her condition had improved a lot, but trying to get out of bed and walk remained a challenging task.

When healthy, Emily never thought of being active, always wanting to laze around enjoying the bliss of not exercising or going out.

But once ill and unable to move, she realized how blissful it was to move freely.

"Sigh."

Emily let out a long sigh, her blue eyes suddenly flashing with anger.

She thought of the culprit that kept her here, fury surging within her, turning to look at Katerina sitting beside the bed, "Haven't heard from Morimoto yet?"

"No."

Katerina shook her head, slicing an apple and handing it over: "You shouldn't rush too much either.

The enemy, since daring to do such things, naturally has some follow-up plans."

"If it weren't for me being temporarily unable to act, how could I let those people roam free."

Emily pouted, not believing the enemy is too cunning, but that Morimoto Chiyoda wasn't fully devoted to the task.

After all, as the chief of the intelligence department, Morimoto Chiyoda has many issues to tackle, impossible for her to devote all her attention to investigating the matters of Institute No. 47.