Crossover: Becoming Japan’s Prime Minister? Chapter 1: Vermouth

Arica, New York, the city that never sleeps. Park Hyatt Hotel.

Fujiwara Toru opened his eyes and looked out through the French windows of the hotel room.

This was a high floor of the Park Hyatt. The nearest tall building was several hundred ters away.

The suite, over two hundred square ters in size, had an outer-layer garden view. Standing in the garden and looking down, one could see the bustling streets of the tropolis below.

As a luxury suite with a nightly rate of up to five thousand dollars, it was certainly not sothing the average person could afford.

The morning sun stread through the glass, spilling onto the spacious bed. Toru squinted and casually glanced to his side.

A woman with light golden long hair was lying with her back to him. Through the gap in the blanket, her fair and beautiful back was visible.

Toru carefully lifted the blanket and got out of bed. Scattered across the polished wooden floor was a ss of clothes.

The woman's black lingerie and underwear. A pair of n's boxer briefs.

Even with the air purifier running, the scent of intimacy still lingered in the room, silently revealing what had taken place the night before.

"Boy, what are you going to do?"

A lazy and seductive voice ca from the bed, making Toru, who was getting dressed, pause.

With his back to the woman, he quickly put on his close-fitting clothes and replied, "My family ssaged . I need to go back."

Click—

The sound of a lighter igniting.

The woman with light golden hair and an alluring figure leaned against the headboard.

She ignored the blanket sliding down her smooth skin. Between her slender fingers was a lit won's cigarette.

Her fingers were long and elegant, with a faint nude polish. She took a puff and slowly exhaled smoke.

After blowing out a cloud of smoke, the woman turned her head to look at the man who had already put on his pants and shirt. Her voice carried a hint of emptiness and complaint.

"Boy, you're not just playing with , right? Was last night just a one-night stand? Well, I am eight years older than you."

Her words ended with a touch of self-mockery.

Toru buttoned his shirt and said, "Of course not, Chris. Don't overthink it. My family really does have sothing urgent."

"Aren't you going to an audition this afternoon? I'll co find you tonight. Want to grab a drink at a bar?"

Chris exhaled another puff of smoke, her voice much softer. "The audition's just a formality. The lead role's already confird to be mine, so it doesn't matter whether I show up or not."

"It's almost noon. Want to get lunch at the hotel restaurant together?"

By now, Toru had already entered the bathroom. After brushing his teeth and washing his face, he straightened his clothes and casually replied, "I'm just a no-na. Chris, you're a popular Hollywood star right now. It'd be a real problem if the paparazzi caught us together."

Standing in front of the mirror, Toru patted his face and let out a long breath.

He'd been transmigrated into this world for nearly twenty years. It wasn't until a year ago that his mories had fully recovered.

He wondered if transmigration ca with a "fuzzy mory in the womb" setting. From the mont he was born until he was nineteen, he knew he was a transmigrator, but his mories from his previous life had always been vague.

Then, a year ago, after experiencing a certain special event, his past-life mories returned completely. That's when he realized... this was an ani world.

Toru's eyes montarily blurred. In his vision, sothing only he could see appeared.

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[Na: Fujiwara Toru]

[Physical Fitness: 10 (Muscle strength, nerve reflexes, immunity, and recovery)]

[Skills: Learning, Sports, Mystical]

[You have gained 1 Physical Fitness point]

[You have gained 1 S-rank Skill point]

[You have gained the special ability 'Spirit Vision']

[You have received one 'Advanced Technology' item draw opportunity]

[...]

[Final Mission (Impossible?): Beco the Pri Minister of Japan or the President of Arica has been activated]

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"So this is the full cheat activation, huh?"

Toru muttered.

He'd been able to see this panel from a young age but had never figured out how to use it.

At thirteen, he'd suddenly received a Physical Fitness point and a B-rank skill point. Overjoyed, he began carefully analyzing and experinting with the cheat.

After nurous tests, he finally uncovered its principle.

Simply put, it was a "female favorability" reactor. When a woman developed genuine romantic feelings for him, he would receive rewards.

But before he was thirteen, he was still just a kid. The girls around him were the sa age, and none had any real concept of love. The cheat never reacted.

Once he discovered the secret, Toru imdiately turned into a player, using every trick in the book to toy with girls' hearts.

Over the past seven years, he had deceived countless girls both emotionally and physically. It was cruel, but a necessary sacrifice, he then used the resulting skill points to improve himself.

But Toru found that the issue still wasn't solved.

No matter how deep the girl's affection was or how high her favorability got, the highest reward he ever got was an A-rank skill point. His physical fitness also capped at 10, the upper limit for an average human.

It wasn't until he t this woman that things finally changed.

"Not only did I gain an S-rank skill point, but the long-locked Mystical skill branch also unlocked, and even my Physical Fitness started breaking past human limits."

Toru took a deep breath. All of it was connected to the woman outside, the one he had been intimate with last night.

And the biggest difference between this woman and all the others was that she was an important female character from an ani.

"So that's it. I finally understand the cheat's condition."

Toru wiped his hands with a towel and walked out of the bathroom.

Chris was already out of bed. Her fair and slender feet stepped onto the wooden floor.

She looked at Toru and gave a cold yet seductive smile. "I'm an actress, not a Japanese idol."

"Even if the paparazzi catch us dating, no one would care."

As she spoke, Chris turned around gracefully. She picked up the black lace lingerie from the floor, extended the straps to her bare back, and hooked a finger in Toru's direction.

The aning was obvious. She wanted him to help clasp her bra.

Toru didn't move. His hand slid inside the collar of the suit jacket he had just put on.

Seeing that he didn't co to help, Chris raised her delicate brows, clearly displeased by his lack of tact. She had to fumble with the clasp herself as she continued speaking.

"Boy, we've known each other this long, but we've never gone for a drink together. I should get to know you better. What kind of drink do you like?"

Toru pulled a Beretta M9-A3 tactical pistol with a suppressor from inside his jacket.

He raised his elbow, assuming a standard CARS tactical stance, and aid it at the woman in front of him. He chuckled softly.

"I like Sherry cocktails. Three-quarters Sherry, one-quarter French Vermouth, and ideally a drop of orange-flavored liqueur."

"It's light, sweet, rich, with just a trace of bitterness. Leaves a long, lingering aftertaste."

Vermouth seed unaware a gun was pointed at her. She slowly turned around.

At so point, a small, custom-made pistol, only the size of a woman's palm, had appeared in her hand too, also aid at Toru.

(To be continued.)

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