As soon as they entered the booked room, Misako seed to go mad. She continuously tore at Shiroko's clothes, muttering as she did, "You wronged first! You wronged first!"
Seeing the usually gentle Yamato Nadeshiko in such a state, Shiroko sighed softly in his heart, then lowered his head to capture her soft, pink lips.
Constantly monitoring her inner thoughts, he naturally knew why she was acting this way. One reason was the guilt born from her own betrayal, and the other was the anger stemming from her husband's prior infidelity.
The combination of the two resulted in the current scene.
Seeing this, Etsumiko gently shook her head and backed out of the room, heading to the front desk to book another one.
'Hanyu is my sister's for today. Let her vent properly!'
A long ti later, when she was too exhausted to move even a single finger, a few lines of clear tears slowly slid down the corners of Misako's eyes. "Why? Why did Yosuke do this..."
Gently holding the beauty's jade-like fragrant shoulders, Shiroko comforted her warmly, "It's because he was blind. Leaving such a beautiful wife unattended to fool around outside."
"So, Misako, don't punish yourself for soone else's mistakes. That will only break the hearts of those who truly care about you, understand?"
"Hanyu..."
Hearing Shiroko's comforting words, Misako's delicate body trembled violently, the softest part of her heart touched.
The next mont, she threw herself into Shiroko's embrace and began to sob silently.
She wept and wept, until the sound gradually ceased.
Looking at the beauty whose brows remained tightly furrowed even in her sleep, there was no lust in Shiroko's eyes, only deep pity.
As the evening lights were lit, feeling that warm sensation, Shiroko slowly opened his eyes.
He reached out and gently stroked her cascading black hair, his gaze resting quietly on the snow-white ceiling.
Before long, nestling against his chest, Misako asked softly, "Hanyu, will you abandon ?"
"As long as I have a breath left in , I will never abandon my beautiful madam."
"Thank you, Hanyu. I know there is no possibility for us to be together, and I don't ask for too much. As long as you can find the ti to co see , that's enough. I am willing to be your mistress."
As Misako's words fell, two pleasant system prompts followed one after another:
At the sa ti the system prompts faded, Shiroko felt a burst of heat three inches below his navel.
To verify the effect, his right hand slowly moved up the beauty's smooth, agar-like waist.
...
Eventually, after so verification, Shiroko concluded that the system certainly knew how to look out for him.
Imdiately after, he checked the rewards previously given to him by the Goddess Record:
"Na: Paper Art Type: Skill Tier: Blue Effect: Relaxes the entire body to move in response to the airflow generated by the opponent's attacks, making the body as light and thin as paper for effortless physical control. Description: One of the Six Powers from a certain world, possessing highly miraculous effects."
"Na: Skill Fusion Scroll Type: Skill Tier: Purple Effect: Can fuse several blue skills of the sa origin into a single purple skill. Description: A product of the system, guaranteed to be top quality! Can help solve the host's problem of having too many skills."
The mont he saw this Skill Fusion Scroll, Shiroko already knew exactly where to use it.
Moreover, he had ample reason to suspect that this was the system's intention as well.
Otherwise, it wouldn't be such a coincidence that the Goddess Record rewarded him with this right after he acquired the complete set of the Six Powers.
The next mont, as the scroll was used, the six blue skills in the skill column of Shiroko's status panel disappeared, replaced by the purple Six Powers.
"Na: Six Powers Type: Skill Tier: Purple Effect: Includes six skills: Shave, Iron Body, Paper Art, Moonwalk, Tempest Kick, and Finger Pistol. The six skills can be freely combined. Description: A trendously powerful martial art from a certain world. Those who master it can fight on equal footing with Devil Fruit users."
"Na: Shiroko Age: 19 Physique: 77 Strength: 78 Spirit: 90 Speed: 79 Charisma: 92 Number of Goddesses: 4 Talents: Indestructible Body (Purple), Diamond Kidney (Purple), Super Recovery (Blue), Photographic mory (Green) Skills: Eye of Investigation, Armant Haki (Purple), Six Powers (Purple) Abilities: Three Thousand Thunders (Purple Tier 4), Sea King (Blue Tier 1), Lord of Flas (Blue Tier 1), Whisper of the Wind (Blue Tier 1) Items: Goddess Record, Thunder Blade (Blue), Whirlwind Sword (Blue), Desert Eagle (Green)... Salvation Points: 3230 Overall Strength Rating: Tier 3 High Stage"
Looking at his current attributes, Shiroko nodded in satisfaction.
He had half a mind to buy a few Tier 3 Gene Potions to try them out, but after so thought, he chose to give up on the idea.
His current strength was sufficient, so he would save his points for ergencies.
Otherwise, if he encountered another goddess and happened to have no Spatial Marks and empty pockets, he would truly be in a bind.
The next morning, eting Etsumiko's resentful gaze, Shiroko pulled her into his embrace and casually marked her with a Spatial Mark.
Now he only had one left in his possession, and he wasn't sure who to use it on yet.
After all, every goddess who t the charisma standard already had one.
'Forget it, I'll save it just in case!'
Muttering inwardly, Shiroko then took the two won on the journey back to Mihara City.
Compared to their rushed arrival, the departure was much more leisurely.
Whenever they encountered a place with beautiful scenery, Shiroko would stop to admire it.
While passing by a snow-capped mountain, Shiroko felt a deep fondness upon seeing a few red plum blossoms blooming fiercely in the bitter cold.
As a native of Hua Country, what he had revered since childhood was the proud and unyielding spirit of the plum blossom.
As the saying goes: The harsher the snow and wind, the more awe-inspiring it stands; among all flowers, its integrity is the highest and most resolute.
Seeing this, Shiroko couldn't help but reach out his hands, gently stroking the proud winter plum blossoms, wanting to express his admiration for its character in this way.
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