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District 7. The Ruined Apartnt.
A large number of heavy footsteps echoed in the corridor.
A tall, athletic woman in a green tracksuit with a generous bust walked up to the shattered door of Room 1. Her knee-length black hair was tied into a single ponytail, exuding a mature and commanding charm.
"No one is here? And the apartnt is destroyed... what exactly happened?"
Yomikawa Aiho, Captain of Anti-Skill's 73rd Branch, frowned deeply, feeling a terrible unease.
"Captain Yomikawa, should we secure the periter and investigate further?" an Anti-Skill officer in riot gear asked, holding his assault rifle at the ready.
"Of course we investigate thoroughly. But first, we need to figure out why Accelerator would send such a system-wide broadcast." Yomikawa crossed her arms, analyzing the scene. "The database doesn't show Accelerator having advanced hacking abilities."
'Could it be an outside Skill-Out gang trying to cause mass chaos in Academy City?' she thought. 'If so, that's incredibly bad news.'
Even if most rational people treated the post as a joke, a small percentage of the city's millions of residents would still believe it. A gathering of that scale would be enough to plunge District 7 into total anarchy.
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A Certain High School Student Dormitory.
Pshhh.
Yuuya opened his refrigerator, pulled out a cold canned coffee, and tossed it.
Yuriko caught it effortlessly. She slumped into a chair at his dining table, her face dark. She hadn't expected to end up at this bastard's house. Although she had the money to stay at a five-star hotel, Anti-Skill would have locked down the sector by now. Checking in anywhere would trigger an alert.
Ugh. This idiot had gotten her into a huge ss.
"You haven't had dinner yet, have you?"
Yuuya grinned with ill intent. He stroked his chin and snapped his fingers.
Poof.
Two plates of steaming, Master Chef-level gourt dishes materialized on the coffee table. The appetizing aroma of perfectly roasted at and spices instantly filled the room. (He cooked these daily using a System skill, and since he couldn't finish them all, his inventory was overflowing with hot als).
"You didn't put drugs in my food, did you?" Yuriko asked disdainfully, catching his malicious gaze out of the corner of her eye.
"Are you scared?" Yuuya teased.
Gurgle~
Her stomach betrayed her. Yuriko didn't want to eat, but she hadn't had a decent al in days. The constant caffeine and the trauma of the experints usually made her want to vomit at the sight of food. But this slled... incredible.
"Heh." Yuriko sneered, popping the tab on her coffee. "The number of researchers who have ssed with my body and brain can't even be counted on two hands. Do you really think I'm afraid of you having so petty sexual desires for ?"
Since her abilities manifested, the City's scientists had injected her with countless experintal drugs, sedatives, and stimulants. They had inserted electrodes into her skin and treated her like a slab of at.
Compared to the sterile, clinical violation of those researchers, the obvious lust in this guy's eyes was almost quaint.
"Wow~ You know what I want to do?" Yuuya looked at her in mock surprise.
"The ugliness in your eyes is practically overflowing," Yuriko said flatly, picking up a pair of chopsticks.
"That makes things easier for ," Yuuya smiled. "Don't worry, I wouldn't stoop to drugging you. Besides, if I really wanted to do sothing... could you stop ?"
"Tch!"
Yuriko clicked her tongue impatiently. She hated to admit it, but she had absolutely no ability to fight him. She had already simulated a rematch in her head tens of thousands of tis. As long as she didn't know the exact physics of his space-ti and reality-warping powers, she had a zero percent chance of winning.
She didn't stand on ceremony. She dug into the food, refusing to starve just because she disliked the chef.
...
Ten Minutes Later.
Yuriko leaned back, finishing her al. She was just about to turn on the TV when Yuuya stepped in front of the screen, smiling mischievously.
"Now that you've eaten and drunk your fill, and no one will disturb us for the rest of the night... Ta-da~!"
He flourished his hands.
"Try on the outfit I carefully prepared for you! Consider it paynt for your room and board."
A very risqué, black-and-white lace maid outfit appeared in his hands. It even ca with a matching cat-ear headband.
Yuriko froze. Her face gradually darkened. A strange, ominous feeling crept into her heart as pure murderous intent rose in her red eyes.
"You think I'd wear sothing like that? You bastard."
"So, you want to help you change? Fine, I'd be happy to oblige."
"Don't get cocky, you lowlife."
"Heh. Using your vectors in a cramped apartnt will definitely kill your innocent neighbors. And rember, Vector Manipulation doesn't work on ! You'd better just submit."
"Get lost!"
"Oh, co here~ Let's practice!"
"Damn it! You scoundrel!"
"Don't struggle! You'll tear the lace! It's one of a kind!"
"Don't think you can force ... you pervert!"
"Here, put this arm through here. Good. Now the cat ears~"
"YARO—!"
...
Next Door. Room 207.
The muffled sounds of a couple arguing, struggling, and flirting drifted through the thin dormitory walls into the adjacent apartnt.
"Does Takahashi... already have a girlfriend?!"
A spiky-haired boy in a worn-out tracksuit fell to his knees. Kamijou Touma clutched his chest as if struck by a devastating, invisible blow. Tears stread down his face.
"Has he already passed that sacred ritual?! I thought Takahashi was a fellow comrade-in-arms! I never expected him to surrender to the enemy so early in our first year of high school!"
Touma banged his fist against the floorboards.
"Mr. Kamijou has suffered a thousand blows today! Such misfortune!"
...
Room 208.
The struggle ended twenty minutes later.
Yuuya stood back, his arms crossed, nodding with profound satisfaction.
He had successfully dressed Suzushina Yuriko in the maid outfit. Her slender figure, pale skin, white hair, and striking red eyes made her look like an incredibly cool, gothic ani character.
'If only I could ignore those murderous eyes trying to vaporize my skull... it would be perfect.'
Ding!
[System Notification: Platinum Treasure Chest]
* Condition 2 Unlocked: The Maid Outfit.
* Condition 3 Revealed: "Sharing a bed in pure innocence." (Sleep together without any ulterior motives).
'Oh dear,' Yuuya thought, rubbing his chin. 'I was just about to have her share the bed with anyway.'
"You bastard. Stop right there."
Yuriko glared at him, her hands clenched into trembling fists. The frills on her skirt shook with her rage.
"Don't think you can do whatever you want just because your defense is absolute! If you piss off, I will level this entire building and cause you trouble you really don't want."
"Okay, okay, I got it. Ti for bed."
Snap.
Yuuya snapped his fingers, cutting the main breaker to the apartnt. The lights went out.
He grabbed Yuriko's wrist and pulled her down onto the mattress.
"Get off !" Yuriko hissed furiously, struggling in the dark, though she was careful not to accidentally reflect his kinetic energy and blow up the room.
"Quiet! Just go to sleep. I promise I won't do anything." Yuuya whispered, holding her shoulders firmly to keep her from bolting.
"..."
Yuriko lay stiffly in the dark, her heart pounding with a mixture of rage, exhaustion, and absolute disbelief at her current reality.
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