"What a little kid,"
Misato muttered under her breath, then quickly slipped into the archive room. She imdiately set to work, using her specialized equipnt to hack into Japan's family registry system. With Ryuji's assistance, she began forging official records.
Japan didn't have ID cards like so countries, but family registry information still existed. Things like social security data served as proof of identity for various purposes.
Ryuji had no idea how Misato was doing it, but under her skilled hands, information for two people soon appeared on the computer screen.
Physical copies of the records materialized as well, and she organized them carefully into the proper files, instructing Ryuji to shuttle between cabinets and shelves to store everything.
The entire process was completed in less than an hour.
"Is that it?" Ryuji asked, genuinely curious.
"Yes," Misato replied with a light chuckle. "Japan still conducts population surveys, so it's normal for so records to be incomplete. But this is simple... just insert our files into the right schools, tweak a few entries in the healthcare system, and we can pass as native-born Japanese without any issues."
To an outsider, forging family records would be an almost impossible task, but for soone like Misato, it was straightforward. She knew exactly how far investigators would dig, how to spot files that might raise suspicion, and which areas she could manipulate without leaving traces.
A little adjustnt here and there, and a seamless, legitimate-looking file could be created.
The remaining task was simply to hack into the social security system at a few hospitals, fill in gaps like vaccination records, and voilà... a perfectly legitimate identity.
Still, caution was necessary. So old-school officers could detect even the smallest inconsistencies. To be safe, Misato distributed the academic records across multiple locations. It added so minor complications later, but nothing she couldn't handle. A few trips during her preparation for the police exam would suffice.
Perfection wasn't the goal anyway. Sotis, striving for flawless results could ironically create flaws. As long as the critical parts were accurate, it was enough. Besides, she had no plans to climb to the top of the Public Security Bureau.... political scrutiny wasn't that strict.
"You never cease to amaze … I had no idea you had these skills," Ryuji said, genuinely surprised.
Misato only smiled faintly. Ryuji had benefited from Misato's registry services before, but seeing it in action like this… well, even when he thought of her EVA-ani version, he never imagined she had this level of skill.
"When I was younger, I thought about doing so… dangerous things," Misato said, her voice quiet, almost nostalgic. "So I studied a bit. And later, when I grew up…"
She trailed off, thinking of her ex-boyfriend... the spy. She had learned these skills after discovering his true identity, studying espionage techniques to understand him.
If it weren't for her own personality, she might very well have beco a vengeful spy herself.
She didn't know how things might have turned out, but the espionage skills she had learned for him were now being put to use for Ryuji—skills that ended up helping him in ways he couldn't have anticipated.
"Next up, photos," Misato gestured toward Ryuji, motioning for him to sit down.
Ryuji didn't think much of it at first and obediently sat, letting her position him.
But he had underestimated her. Misato was incredibly particular.
"A little to the left… yes, lift your chin… wow… can't you just strike a cool pose for once?"
Ryuji's posture was hopelessly awkward, and Misato wasn't happy about it.
"It's just an ID photo," he muttered, rolling his eyes. He had no idea which TV show she had borrowed the style from in Hong Kong, but here, she seed almost obsessive.
"Hey, hey, you'll be using this for a long ti!" Misato protested, throwing up her hands.
"If only you had caught that damned monster faster, we wouldn't have so much trouble, right?"
"You're crazy," Ryuji replied, exasperated. If it were possible, would he want to catch that monster any slower? Of course not. But it was impossible to speed things up.
"Fine, fine… it's your photo anyway," Misato said, begrudgingly taking a photo that she thought was stylish.
But when she eagerly sat down, waiting for Ryuji's expression in the photo, she was t with… a standard ID photo: recognizably him, but with three levels of attractiveness stripped away because of his facial expression.
"You…!"
Misato wanted to stomp Ryuji's butt with her boots, but she couldn't.
"You're the type who'd never woo a girl normally," she muttered, glaring at the tragically normal ID photo.
With that, the last of the paperwork was complete. They now had fully legitimate identities, able to move freely without obstruction.
Finally, they could leave.
Ryuji had completely lost interest in the office. All he wanted now was to get ho and catch up on sleep. He hadn't slept properly in days.
Misato stretched lazily, her figure instantly catching Ryuji's attention. She noticed him staring and felt her face flush slightly.
"Yeah… ti to catch up on sleep. By the way, Ryuji… staring at like that is kind of scary…"
At that mont, footsteps echoed outside.
Ryuji instinctively scooped Misato up into a princess carry and slid behind the wall for cover.
Because of her height Misato, who was grabbed on her chest by Ryuji, pounded his chest in protest, then held her breath as the sounds of movent drew closer.
They heard a window slide open, footsteps approaching, and... crystal clear... a woman's voice.
"Mmm-hmm… the registry office is right here."
The voice was alluring, enough for Ryuji to imdiately know that the woman was stunning.
Monts later, a woman in a tight black bodysuit.... reminiscent of Black Widow's outfit... strolled into the office. She didn't flip on the lights like they had, relying instead on a small flashlight to search files and access the computer.
Another intruder?
Ryuji and Misato exchanged a glance under the moonlight. They hadn't expected their ID forgery to collide with soone else's operation.
The dim light revealed the woman's physique: slender limbs, model-perfect proportions, a perky butt far more so than Misato's, and a voluptuous chest.
From the opened zipper and the visible curves beneath, it was clear she wasn't wearing a bra. The tight suit hinted she likely wore a thong or lace panties.
Her temperant was… intriguing. Not the refined kind, but the type that suggested experience. Even from her posture, Ryuji could imagine how she will moan in bed when she is fucked hard.
Not only that, this woman clearly knew what she was doing.
Even with no one else around, many of her movents carried the fluidity of intimate monts; even the way she held a pen seed… suggestive.
Ryuji couldn't help but notice how her fingers lightly traced along the pen, teasing the curves near her chest. The effect was undeniable a subtle, intoxicating allure.
This wasn't behavior any respectable woman would exhibit.
Judging by what he could see, the number of n she had been with likely rivaled or even exceeded the number of won Ryuji had been involved with.
He couldn't suppress the spark of competitive desire rising within him.
But just as he was weighing whether to make his move, the situation suddenly escalated.
Footsteps echoed again. And this ti, there were more of them.
The woman in black froze, her face registering genuine shock. She hadn't expected anyone else to appear while she was here, attempting to forge an ID.
"You little bastard! You're slowing down so I can't finish my work and steal things!"
Cursing under her breath, she quickly pivoted and darted toward the shadows. The corner near the window was dark enough that even if the lights ca on, she wouldn't be fully exposed. Escape was possible.
She thought she had planned well... but there was one major problem.
Ryuji was right there.
As the black-clad woman collided with him, she froze, realizing she had no room to dodge. She slamd directly against his solid fra.
She opened her mouth to speak, but the footsteps at the door grew louder.
Quickly, she shot him a warning glance, then pressed her soft body against his chest, placing her hand over his pectoral muscle. It was the classic "throwing herself into soone's arms" pose.
But Ryuji knew better. This woman almost certainly had a gun hidden sowhere on her.
But…
"Why would I be afraid of a gun?"
Ryuji's hand slid naturally to the curve of her ass. Even under the tight suit, he could feel the firm springiness... it wasn't just the material. If her body didn't already have that elasticity, no amount of latex could fake it.
Through the smooth fabric, the sensation felt a little muted, but since she couldn't make a sound right now, his fingers road without restraint.
He kept tracing lower, inching toward the forbidden garden between her thighs. Just as he was about to reach it, sothing cold pressed against his neck... a knife.
The woman in the catsuit gave him a sharp smile, her eyes glinting with irritation.
To her, this guy was a complete bastard. If Ryuji had only copped a feel, she might have let it slide... he was handso, built like a Greek statue, and she'd gotten her share of touching his chest in return. Fair trade.
But going that far? Trying to cross the line? Way too much.
Not that she'd never allow it… just not now. If she lost control and made a sound, they'd both be exposed, and she'd feel like the biggest fool alive.
So no... this was her limit.
But then...
Ryuji chuckled. A stream of water ford at his command, instantly binding the blade. In the next mont, under her wide-eyed stare, the knife froze over in a sheath of ice. More currents surged forth, wrapping around her arms and legs, pinning her down completely.
As if he'd ever let an ard stranger get this close without precautions. That would've been sheer stupidity.
He had set everything in motion long before she reached him. The instant she closed the distance, his water seized her body.
If not for the stealthy circumstances, he would have used fire instead... ensuring she didn't even think about moving. But for now, water would do.
The catsuit woman felt like she'd run straight into a nightmare. Sure, she'd heard rumors about strange people in the world, had even seen monsters who exceeded human limits... but this? Soone openly displaying supernatural power, right in front of her? This was a first.
Her knife vanished in an instant. Her smirk lted into a flattering smile. Her hands, no longer resisting, began to roam across Ryuji's body instead. She rubbed her chest against him, discreetly but deliberately, silently begging him to spare her.
But inside, her mind raced.
She had to learn how he'd done it. She had to uncover his secret. If she mastered this ability, the world would be hers.
Vaults, safes, secure facilities... they'd all be toys to her. She could co and go as she pleased, untouchable.
So when Ryuji's hand squeezed her ass again, his fingers brushing dangerously close to her pussy, she didn't protest. She even swayed her hips deliberately, as if inviting him in.
If those newcors hadn't arrived just then, she would've shown him exactly what she could do.
From the shadows, Misato rolled her eyes. She'd seen everything.
"Ryuji, Ryuji… you really are hopeless. And to think, you're exactly my type."
She sighed quietly and held her tongue.
The footsteps finally reached the room. The door creaked open.
And when Ryuji saw them, sothing about the group looked familiar.
They were all clad in black, hats pulled low. The leader was a man with long silver hair, his expression sharp as a blade. At his side lumbered a fat man who radiated incompetence, the kind of guy you could tell was useless at a glance.
Ryuji frowned. Strange. Why do I feel so certain he's trash?
Then the silver-haired man spoke.
"Move quickly. There could be others here."
Behind him ca more figures.
This ti, not n. A girl with long, sleek black hair... her beauty radiating a gentle aura. But unlike the n, she looked visibly nervous, out of place in this operation.
Ryuji's gaze drifted past the rest of the black-clad entourage. Most looked like disposable thugs, hardly worth noting.
Because it was obvious that even the silver-haired man's focus was clearly on the won.
"Once your identity is ready, you'll go alone. Find help, then get the job done."
The silver-haired man took a drag from his cigarette, standing calmly as he watched his people work.
The long-haired beauty froze for a mont, then finally spoke.
"Alone? You an only ?"
"You're a full mber of the organization, aren't you? If you can't even handle this, then tell ... what good are you to us?"
His cold snort cut through the silence, his sharp gaze fixed on her.
"Don't forget what it is you wanted."
Her lips pressed into a thin line. With a sigh, she turned back to the files, mimicking Misato's thods and getting to work.
anwhile, the others fanned out, quickly snapping photos of records, cross-checking data. Once they had what they needed, they nodded to the silver-haired man and slipped out of the room without another word.
Clearly, their mission wasn't the sa as hers.
All the while, Ryuji had been cloaking himself, Misato, and the catsuit woman in a veil of energy, masking their presence. His free hand, however, was far from idle. It had long since slipped inside the woman's skintight suit, exploring the smooth curves of her ass and teasing dangerously close to her most private place.
He could tell exactly what kind of woman she was.... fast food, nothing more. Skilled, worldly, and cooperative for now, but no "good woman." Her reactions alone sowed her experience.
And still, he never pushed her to the point where she might cry out. He had control, always.
But after a while, even that grew dull. And besides, sothing about the silver-haired man tugged at his mory. The familiarity nagged at him.
So, with a quiet sigh, he withdrew his hand… only to slip his fingers past the catsuit woman's lips instead.
As expected, she accepted them without hesitation, sucking softly. Her small, dexterous tongue coiled around his wet fingers, licking, teasing, caressing... making it all too easy for Ryuji to imagine just how talented her mouth would feel if it were wrapped around his cock.
It was almost a sha.
But he reminded himself: this woman was only fast food. Nothing more.
A woman like her.... another Black Widow type.... was impossible to keep. Unless he had so kind of supernatural ans to bind her, she'd never be "his."
She wasn't the kind of woman who knew the aning of chastity or loyalty.
And so, he wouldn't bother. To him, she was nothing but a temporary indulgence.
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