I’ll Kill Every NTR Bastard Before They Touch My Goddesses Chapter 56 56: Birthday Banquet, Himeno Yuri

Ultimately, the two politely declined the other party's invitation and arrived at their pre-booked hotel.

Inside the presidential suite, Mitsuko held a black tuxedo against Shiroko's body. After looking him over, she couldn't help but shake her head. "No! This one won't do either!"

With that, she tossed it onto the large plush bed nearby.

Looking over, there were no less than ten evening suits already piled on the bed.

Shiroko felt sowhat helpless about this. "Mitsuko, just pick one at random. There's no need to go to all this trouble!"

"That won't do. You will officially take over the group in a few years, Yuichi, so everything must be absolutely perfect this ti!" she insisted.

As she spoke, she picked up a white suit and held it against him to inspect.

A mont later, she tossed it onto the bed as well.

She instinctively reached out her right hand to grab another, but grasped at empty air.

Turning around, she saw only an empty clothing rack.

"Oh my, how are we out already? Yuichi, I'll have soone go buy more right away!"

"That's enough!"

Stopping Mitsuko from making the call, Shiroko lowered his head and captured her soft, pink lips.

After a long mont, the beautiful woman finally broke free, her cheeks flushed red and her breath sweet.

She extended her snow-white arms, pressing against his broad chest. "No, Yuichi, we still have to..."

To this, Shiroko's response was simple.

A purple evening gown fell to the floor, accompanied by scattered, soft murmurs.

...

As dusk approached, Shiroko finally changed into a black tuxedo.

That's right, it was the exact sa one from before.

It wasn't that Mitsuko had suddenly changed her mind, but rather that it was the only one left.

With the birthday banquet about to begin, there was no ti to buy more, so they had to make do with it.

On the way to the banquet, Mitsuko looked at Shiroko beside her and pouted in dissatisfaction. "Yuichi, this is all your fault!"

Seeing the beauty upset, Shiroko hurriedly comforted her with a gentle voice.

Up front, the female driver caught sight of this through the rearview mirror, a faint blush creeping up her earlobes.

Over twenty minutes later, the two successfully arrived at the venue.

The mont they entered, the gazes of most people in the hall were inevitably drawn to them.

A handso man and a gorgeous woman—what kind of divine pairing was this?!

At that mont, Sugimoto Ichiro, who was conversing with soone nearby, noticed their arrival. He hurriedly ended his conversation and walked over.

"Chairman Iwasaki, nephew Yuichi, you've arrived!"

"Hello, Uncle Sugimoto. By the way, where is Shoko? I haven't seen her." Greeting him with a faint smile, Shiroko imdiately inquired about the whereabouts of the man's granddaughter.

After all, his main goal in attending this birthday banquet tonight was to verify if she was *that* person.

Otherwise, he would have just let Mitsuko co alone. Why would he bother joining the fun?

Seeing Shiroko's interest in his granddaughter, Sugimoto Ichiro couldn't help but feel a surge of excitent.

'It's good that he's interested! Very good!'

'As long as he's interested, there's a chance for things to develop further.'

Of course, he had already thoroughly investigated Shiroko's background beforehand and knew he had a little girlfriend at school.

But so what?

'Prestigious families value matching social status above all else. How could a commoner girl ever beco the future matriarch of the Hanyu Group?'

"Shoko is still getting dressed. She will be down in a mont..."

Reading the old man's inner thoughts, Shiroko sneered inwardly. 'She doesn't have the qualifications to be the matriarch of the Hanyu Group.'

'There is only one person who can sit in that position, and that is—Mitsuko!'

Sugimoto Ichiro's appearance snapped the crowd out of their awe.

Among them, those who didn't recognize Mitsuko hurriedly asked their companions, "Who is that? To think she could make Chairman Sugimoto act like that?"

"Didn't you hear Chairman Sugimoto call her Chairman Iwasaki? In all of Japan, a female chairman this young and beautiful, with the surna Iwasaki... who else could she be?"

"Gasp, are you saying she's the Iron Lady of the Hanyu Group?!"

"Exactly!"

"To think it's actually her..."

Upon learning Mitsuko's identity, the person couldn't help but mutter to himself.

The incident with the Takayanagi Group had already made Mitsuko's na resound throughout all of Japan.

Everyone knew that the Hanyu Group had an Iron Lady who single-handedly turned the tide and saved the company from the brink of collapse.

She forcefully pulled the crumbling Hanyu Group back from the verge of death and made it grow even stronger.

It was said that currently, eighty percent of working won in Japan worshipped her as an idol.

The remaining twenty percent had beco her die-hard fans.

Soon after, many people gathered around, looking for an opportunity to collaborate with the Hanyu Group.

To put it bluntly, this kind of high-society banquet was simply a networking platform for these business tycoons.

Otherwise, why would these individuals, who made millions by the minute, waste their ti celebrating a little girl's birthday?

Shiroko had never been interested in these business matters.

After politely greeting the crowd, he imdiately slipped away.

Arriving at a table filled with exquisite pastries, he reached out, picked one up, and placed it in his mouth to chew slowly.

He had to admit, the taste was unexpectedly good!

Having expended a lot of energy earlier, coupled with their rushed departure, Shiroko's stomach was already completely empty.

Now, with such delicacies right in front of him, how could he resist?

He imdiately began to feast with great relish.

However, although he ate quickly, his table manners were incredibly elegant. Therefore, the cliché scenario found in certain novels—where soone would mock him, only to be dramatically put in their place—did not occur.

On the contrary, the female guests couldn't help but stare at him with heart-shaped eyes as he ate.

He was simply too handso and too elegant, wasn't he?

Just as Shiroko reached out to grab another piece of tiramisu, a snow-white, delicate hand suddenly reached over as well.

Then, everything happened just as one would expect.

Seeing this scene, the surrounding won let out internal shrieks akin to screaming marmots.

'Dammit, that wretched little tramp actually held hands with my idol!'

'Dammit...'

...

Quickly releasing her right hand, the young girl hurriedly bowed her head in apology. "I'm sorry!"

And in the mont she lowered her head, Shiroko got a clear look at her face.

She had a flawless, oval-shaped face, with captivating eyes beneath her brows. Her long, dark hair cascaded down like a waterfall, draped casually over her back.

At first glance, Shiroko was certain that her beauty score was definitely above ninety points.

At the sa ti, the long-dormant status panel brought up a brand-new mission:

[Mission Requirent: Prevent Hino Yuri from being hard. Mission Reward: Shapeshifting Mask (Blue), Salvation Points: 500. Mission Failure: No penalty.]