The receptionist felt a deep resentment.

Aozawa returned, holding Hojo Shouko's hand as they headed to the elevator.

They took the elevator to the 53rd floor, where he headed straight for the executive suite and swiped the card to enter.

On the wall, a piece of art could be seen, and the closed curtains made the room appear somewhat dim.

Aozawa didn't turn on the lights, but instead walked over to open the floor-to-ceiling curtains, letting the bright sunlight pour into the room.

Hojo Shouko came in carrying her backpack and softly said, "Aozawa-senpai, I'll go take a bath first."

"Do you need help scrubbing your back?"

Aozawa volunteered.

Hojo Shouko's face turned crimson as she shook her head, refusing his offer.

She mainly wanted to change her clothes.

Aozawa didn't insist, and watched her enter the bathroom, then headed to the bar.

Above, there was a wine cabinet, with prices marked for each bottle.

He picked the most expensive bottle of red wine, took two glasses, washed them specially, and then placed them on the counter.

Aozawa hummed a tune as he poured two glasses of red wine and then used his phone to connect to the living room sound system, playing a romantic melody.

The gentle tunes resonated through the room, making Aozawa feel stylish, a smile appearing on his face as he sat quietly on a stool at the bar, waiting.

...

In the bathroom, Hojo Shouko quickly stripped off her clothes, neatly folding her school uniform into her backpack.

She'd need it again tomorrow.

She turned on the faucet, using the hotel's body wash to clean herself thoroughly.

Listening to Summer Flower, who said men in comics always like using their mouths,

Hojo Shouko considered hygiene, believing it best to be clean.

She carefully finished washing herself, then used her own towel to dry the water droplets off her skin, before taking out the leather outfit she had specially prepared.

Once dressed, she stood before the mirror, clenched her fists, "You can do it!"

Then she turned, opened the bathroom door, and gentle music drifted in.

Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, compact buildings lined up, with an occasional towering high-rise.

Below, the endless stream of people and vehicles couldn't transmit any noise here.

Even the music filling the living room at this moment seemed to fall silent, and Hojo Shouko could clearly hear the sound of her own heartbeat.

She moved forward slowly, feeling a blurry future.

Aozawa glanced towards the bathroom doorway, his eyes lighting up.

The girl's skin was very fair, with no straps on her shoulders, like an art piece made of tofu, conveying a fragile quality that seemed to shatter at a pinch.

That great white shark imprinted on the blue leather outfit was definitely the fiercest he had ever seen in his life.

Her flat waist and abdomen were completely exposed.

The hip-hugging leather shorts also had a wide-mouthed great white shark printed on them, positioned perfectly at the entrance.

As if indicating to anyone daring to extend their hand that it would be swallowed whole.

"Shouko, you look so pretty. This outfit suits you perfectly."

Listening to his compliment, the tension in Hojo Shouko's heart eased slowly, a smile appearing on her face as she gently said, "Aozawa-senpai, as long as you like it."

Here, she took a deep breath, making the great white shark's expression change, weakly saying, "Aozawa-senpai, I'm all clean, not dirty. If you want to... just use your mouth."

Blushing shame soared higher.

Influenced by Natsuka Yanagimachi's theories, Hojo Shouko considered using her mouth a necessary precondition.

After speaking, she lowered her head, assuming a posture ready for picking.

Aozawa couldn't hold back any longer, too eager even to drink the wine, he pounced forward, "Shouko~"

He called out with deep affection.

Seemingly hurried, yet his movements were very skillful, leaving Hojo Shouko completely comfortable.

Everything felt so natural.

The two spun into the bedroom like a spiral.

The great white shark seemed to return to the ocean, all wet.

...

In the adjacent executive suite, Vulture lit a cigar, quietly smoking and exhaling the smoke in silence.

He pondered when the broker would contact him, or rather, how long he could wait.

The next step required the broker's assistance.

Only in desperation, Vulture wouldn't bypass the broker to contact a fourth party, as that would violate industry rules, making future business difficult.

What he's considering as desperation is the possibility of the broker betraying him.

Waiting anxiously, Vulture stood up from the sofa, deciding in his heart, to wait three more minutes, if no contact come, he'd find a way himself.

The phone rang, and Vulture immediately answered.

The Black Widow sitting on the other side also cast a glance.

He turned on the speakerphone to ensure the other party could hear the sound, avoiding increasing mutual anxiety during such a tense moment.

"The eagle has spotted the rabbit."

That's all the call said before hanging up immediately.

The Vulture's expression changed, he glanced at the Black Widow and said, "This isn't a place to linger, let's go!"

"Okay!"

The Black Widow stood up, spotting a helicopter approaching fast in the sky framed by the window.

Given what was said before, it was most likely the enemy.

Taking another look, the Bone Dragon tore through the clouds and instantly landed beside the helicopter.

Wingless yet enormous, its skeleton wings flapped in the air, supporting its massive frame without falling.

A Treasure User!

Seeing this scene, the Black Widow's heart sank.

With the power of a Treasure User, escaping from such a short distance was impossible for the two of them.

She was tense, and Aozawa was even more tense.

Hojo Shouko, pressed against the floor-to-ceiling window, was equally nervous.

She recognized whose Bone Dragon it was in the distance.

In her current posture against the window, combined with the speed of the opponent, it seemed they'd charge in the next moment.

During the process, could Morimoto Chiyoda's gaze really ignore the two standing stark naked at the window?

If she had known, she wouldn't have set the second round outside the window.

Aozawa sensed Morimoto Chiyoda's approach but didn't expect her to head directly here rather than passing by.

He quickly understood what needed to be done — he had to ensure this romantic date wasn't ruined.

The path grew narrower, indicating that the tense situation was not optimistic.

A gray-white filter immediately enveloped the sky, the city, and even halted Morimoto Chiyoda's movements.

Should he use the ability of the Will-o'-the-wisp Noble Phantasm?

After a brief thought, he decided against it.

Missing that bit of thrill, he chose to rely on his physical reflexes to dodge.

With a plan in place, the gray-white filter vanished in an instant.

Simultaneously, he took action immediately.

Aozawa lifted Hojo Shouko's legs, pulling them upward.

The girl, who should have been pressed against the floor-to-ceiling window, was instinctively pulled back against his chest.

In that critical moment, using a signature crocodile death roll, he tumbled onto the nearby curtain.

All the while, he didn't cease his own movements.

This sudden burst of speed and strength made Hojo Shouko forget about Morimoto Chiyoda outside.

Her whole being seemed to float into the air, no, there wasn't much difference with floating now.

Her entire body was supported by Aozawa.

Rumble!

The Bone Dragon flew closer, like a silver lightning bolt, landing outside the hotel.

The thunderous impact exploded, and under its shock, cracks appeared across the surface of the floor-to-ceiling window.

Glass shattered with a crackling sound.

Hojo Shouko covered her mouth with her hands.

Perhaps due to the unvented sound, her cheeks and earlobes turned crimson.

Aozawa, overcome with desire, bit down gently and whispered, "Don't worry, her target should be next door."

"Mm."

Sound leaked slightly through Hojo Shouko's fingers.

The glass cracking had stopped, but the sound of shattering glass still lingered in their ears.

The neighboring floor-to-ceiling window naturally shattered all over the ground.

Gusts of wind blew in the glass shards from the ground, and Morimoto Chiyoda stood atop the dragon's head, proudly declaring, "Vulture, Black Widow, you're under arrest."

At this point, a mischievous glint flashed in her almond eyes, "Or are you planning to try resisting?"

"I advise you to be sensible."

Also on the dragon's head.

Emily was held by Katerina, head held high, arrogantly saying, "I know you're just pawns, confess the people behind you honestly.

I might spare your lives."

A vicious light flashed in the Vulture's eyes as he swiftly drew his gun and fired.

He certainly didn't believe Emily's promise.