DxD: I Sealed Sukuna’s Finger, Now They Want My Number Chapter 356: [356] : Natsuki's Youth Center Senses Danger

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With Yuuma joining them, Asagi's planned romantic candlelit dinner was definitely off the table.

Besides, if they were having a reunion dinner, it needed to be lively.

Scene shift—the three had arrived at a popular Korean BBQ restaurant on Itogami Island's downtown comrcial street.

Since it was sumr vacation and peak dinner hour, the restaurant was completely packed. Not a single empty seat in the main hall.

Bokue's group had to settle for a slightly pricier private booth.

Though calling it "private" was generous—it was still in the main hall, just along the windowed periter. Sound-dampening screens separated the booths, with curtains that could be drawn for privacy.

At least it created a relatively intimate space.

Soon their orders arrived one by one, and the not-so-spacious booth filled with the smoky aroma of sizzling at.

But grilled at was like hot tofu—patience was key. Everyone knew the first bite would be heavenly, but rushing to devour undercooked at could lead to explosive consequences for anyone with a weak stomach.

So despite the tantalizing sll already perating their booth, Yuuma continued thodically flipping each piece.

Using this ti, she resud their earlier conversation.

"Well, news about the Fourth Progenitor is spreading like wildfire internationally, but apparently no one's gotten a proper photo or video yet. So everything I know is just hearsay."

Just hearsay, huh...

Bokue wasn't surprised. While the Fourth Progenitor situation had made worldwide headlines, only a handful of people knew Nagisa's true identity.

Actually, there'd been a chance for it to go public—like when the Warlord's Domain sent envoys to Itogami Island about the Old Satan Faction remnants.

If Dimitrie Vatler had actually done his job properly, the headlines might've read "First Progenitor's Subordinate and Fourth Progenitor Unite to Eliminate Old Satan Faction, Successfully Establish Diplomatic Relations."

But soone had to be a smartass and improvise. Then there was no "then."

He'd nearly caused the entire Warlord's Domain to collapse.

"Since you're in regular contact with the Fourth Progenitor, Bokue, can you share anything?"

Yuuma shifted gears, her expression turning gossipy.

"I'm really curious—what kind of person is the Fourth Progenitor?"

"What kind of person..."

While Bokue was still considering how to describe her, Asagi beside him had already picked up a nearly-done piece of at and placed it on his plate with a huff.

"Nothing special really. I've t her several tis—she seems like a totally normal middle school girl."

Well, she was pretty normal. Though quite pretty, her developnt was rather tragic—not much chest, not much rear, but very clingy. Always calling Bokue "Big Brother" this and "Big Brother" that.

God, if she's so clingy, just get her own boyfriend. It's not like Japan has taboos against dating young—middle schoolers having relationships isn't unusual...

As she thought about it, Asagi started internally ranting again.

"Just a middle school girl?"

Yuuma covered her mouth in apparent surprise.

"I expected soone more... mysterious and seductive. Though this might actually be more dangerous..."

"Dangerous? Why?"

Asagi didn't follow her logic.

Yuuma counted on her fingers. "Think about it—if she's still in middle school, she can't be that old. And now Bokue's constantly around her. That sheltered little Progenitor might already be head over heels for him."

"That's... probably unlikely?"

Asagi's mouth twitched.

Setting aside whether Nagisa was actually head over heels for Bokue, saying this in front of her... was this ant to rile her up?

Implying she might get NTR'd by a middle schooler?

But it seed unlikely. They'd already t several tis, and Nagisa was always nice to her, constantly calling her "Sister Asagi."

Thinking about it, maybe she called Bokue "Big Brother" out of pure habit.

Right, that had to be it.

With that thought, the blonde girl turned to the young man beside her, seeking confirmation.

"Right, Bokue?"

"...Yeah."

Bokue hesitated but nodded.

To be fair, he wasn't sure if he'd chard Nagisa into being head over heels, but he definitely ramd her into being head over heels regularly.

As long as he ramd her head over heels before charming her head over heels, technically it didn't count.

"Haha, you never know~"

Yuuma waggled her finger aningfully.

"Anyway, be careful, Bokue. Don't let your inner beast win. If you lose control and do sothing 'extre' to that poor girl, you'll get arrested~"

Bokue: "..."

Apparently feeling that wasn't threatening enough, Yuuma continued.

"Plus I heard Itogami Island has a hidden prison. Supposedly lots of powerful criminals are locked up there. Have you heard about it?"

"Not at all."

Bokue shook his head.

He'd surveyed Itogami Island from above and hadn't spotted any prison-like areas.

"I've heard a little—apparently these prisons exist worldwide."

Yuuma smiled slightly.

"Legend says they're otherworlds constructed in witches' dreams—cursed prisons where even gods would be eternally imprisoned. As long as the administrator sleeps within that 'prison barrier,' no one can harm them. They won't age, won't be injured, won't die."

"So if soone like Bokue loses control and commits a serious cri, he might get locked up there. Though... maybe the witch managing Itogami Island's prison barrier would be too smitten with our handso Bokue to arrest him?"

"How would she even arrest anyone if she's supposedly asleep in the prison barrier..."

Bokue was speechless.

The logic made zero sense.

"Well, don't worry about the details. That's just how the rumors go."

Yuuma laughed cheerfully.

"So be careful, Bokue. It'd be terrible if so witch lady snatched you away."

anwhile, in the top floor office of Itogami Island's Special Security Force building—

A certain gothic girl hunched over her desk, frantically writing reports, suddenly felt her stomach twist. With an "ugh," she unconsciously put down her pen and rubbed her abdon.

Astarte, in her maid outfit, appeared beside her at lightning speed, holding a tray with a cup of hot water. She spoke expressionlessly.

"[Query] : Is the Director's period starting? Please use this hot water if needed."

"...Don't be ridiculous. I don't have those."

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