Chapter 27 Nighttime Activities (Part 2) Blonde Wildcat.jpg…
[Ding——The player successfully loaded the game.]
At four o'clock in the morning of the second day, the silver-haired killer who should have been sleeping peacefully in bed opened his green eyes and stood up with his gun in hand.
There was no familiar figure in the direction the gun was pointing. The dark room was empty and so quiet that only his heavy breathing could be heard.
Gin supported his forehead, took a deep breath, and looked down at his body.
His pajamas were intact, and the wound on his right shoulder had burst open due to the violent movement - other than that, there were no other scars on his body.
It was as if a corner of his memory was missing, or as if he had just had a vague dream. In the dream, he and the woman were fighting fiercely on the bed, the annoying cat's tail was grasped in his palm, and the disgusting face was pinched until it turned crimson.
He pressed her down on the bed, her breaths intertwined. Between her lips and teeth, she uttered those infuriating words again...
...What did she say?
The vague fragments of words were forcibly erased by some irresistible force, leaving only an unnatural blank in the brain.
The silver-haired killer held his aching forehead, trying to calm his overly pounding heart. Anger and an insatiable desire bubbled like magma, swelling and expanding, only to ultimately explode with a hollow, popping sound.
...that woman...
"That woman" is staying up late to rummage through the trash can.
She'd already spent the potion to stay up late, and the cat-eared girl's effects hadn't yet expired. She stalked the dark alleys of Beika-cho in her maid outfit, passing Kabukicho while searching for trash cans, and fatally beating up the hooligans who'd been waiting near the bar to "pick up corpses."
A lewd man who reaches out to a drunk woman is often hit by a broom before he can even react, and his wallet is stolen after he passes out from the pain.
Chaomu grabbed the man's collar and threw him towards the trash can. Several unconscious male bodies piled up like a mountain.
One of them relied on his strong body and tried to endure the pain to take control of the situation. He reached out to the cat-eared maid, but she easily knocked him down in just one round and he lost consciousness.
Player: If you can’t beat Gin, can’t she beat you?
After helping the drunk woman to the side, the player counted his wallet, and the subtle dissatisfaction from the defeat just now seemed to have dissipated a little.
Thanks to Gin, it was her first time to come out to explore the map in the middle of the night, and also her first time to experience the game's "nighttime daily routine" which was completely different from the daytime.
While Tokyo in this world was certainly peaceful and tranquil during the day, it was undoubtedly even worse at night. Kabukicho was particularly prone to unusual events.
On Bar Street, a 500-meter walk would trigger seven or eight "Road to Injustice" events, a much higher probability than during the day. Thefts, corpse scavenging, drugging, robbery, and more were all on offer; it was truly a time of great crime.
Although there is an option to join [Seeing Injustice When Seeing It], she has no intention of joining - although there is no need to pay too much attention to the rules in the game, out of personal empathy, she would rather beat up these thugs.
and……
On the numerical panel, the experience value of combat proficiency has increased a lot during these successful "battles". Combined with the previous convenience store case, if he works harder, Chaomu feels that he can raise his combat proficiency to D+ level tonight.
These criminals, though low in combat power, still possessed a certain level of strength, she saw as a gold mine, providing not only experience points but also a certain amount of money. These smaller special events yielded a moderate amount of Raccoon Coins, but they accumulated over time, and after just an hour of wandering around Kabukicho, she had already earned 80 Raccoon Coins and a considerable amount of Japanese Yen.
...No wonder the planner put the potion for staying up late in the mall and allowed it to be purchased with Raccoon Coins. The efficiency of this monster-killing method is indeed very high, and it is like exchanging Raccoon Coins for upgrade experience.
After calculating the income, Chaomu counted the potion for staying up late as a fixed expense, and also classified this street as a monster-spawning area that is more suitable for the current level.
At five in the morning, the street was still bustling with people. She swept through the crowd, broom in hand, searching for her target. Suddenly, her eyes were drawn to a gorgeously decorated shop. "Ye Ying...? Such a familiar name..."
The intelligence expert's associative ability gave her a flash of inspiration. She rummaged through the special items in her backpack and found the business card that Shen'er had left for her.
Oh no, it’s the host shop where Fushiguro Shino works as a gigolo!
Players who had a good harvest tonight and were a little tired of killing monsters immediately got excited: "A male escort parlor! This game is so large-scale, what would a male escort parlor be like?"
Filled with curiosity, she walked towards the store entrance and saw two young men in suits soliciting customers. While the two NPCs weren't particularly impressive in terms of build or appearance, they were still above average. Dressed in formal attire, they looked respectable, and many women stopped to watch.
A sign at the entrance announced today's theme event: [Dokidoki ~ Heartbeat Night of Being Arrested by a Police Officer]. Chaomu wondered why the two men's formal attire looked so familiar. Thinking carefully, they realized it was the same uniforms worn by Kenji Hagiwara and his team.
Although it was a uniform, subtle changes had been made to the details: the two men soliciting customers wore formal suits that were more fitted, with the chest and waist being nipped in, and a cut across the chest to create artificial chest cleavage. The wealthy women were clearly attracted to this, and they stuffed their money into their chests.
"Is Mr. Tyrant here tonight?" A middle-aged woman said, pulling out her wallet. "Is he also attending your event?"
"Yes, yes," the young man said shamelessly, leaning forward and bending down to make it easier for the wealthy woman, who was much shorter than him, to stuff the money into his shirt. "'Tyrant' will be dressed as an American officer today. You can drench him with champagne to your heart's content. Besides him, there's a new young man who's sunny and cheerful, quite exotic, who should also be to your liking. He'll be playing an FBI investigator..."
The rich woman walked in with great anticipation, leaving the player alone at the door, lost in thought.
Are military officers and police officers playing the same system?
The FBI seems to be a little closer... Who cares, they are all uniforms anyway, so she is not picky.
Now that we are here...
The cat-eared maid rubbed her paws, no longer hesitated, and walked towards the door with her skirt lifted.
Two men who were soliciting customers wanted to stop her when they saw her dress, but when they saw her take out Shen'er's business card, they thought she was just a customer who liked cosplay and let her in. After all, [Tyrant] Shen'er was very picky about his customers, and if you were not a wealthy man with a net worth of over 100 million, you would not be able to get his business card.
Chao Mu, who was actually a poor man, had no intention of tipping them. He stepped over the threshold without looking back under the other party's eager gaze.
What a wonderful thing it is to get something for free.
As soon as he entered, the mingled scent of perfume and alcohol assaulted him. A cat's sense of smell was incredibly sharp, and Chaomu wrinkled his nose, temporarily choosing to tone it down.
The male host led her inside with a smile. In the center of the spacious venue was a dance hall surrounded by a bar. Men in uniforms were walking around, the most conspicuous of whom was Shier.
A tall, dark-haired man, his military cap tilted askew, wore a black tank top beneath his coat. His muscular chest was dripping wet, as if someone had doused him with champagne. He smiled lazily as he was surrounded by a group of enthusiastic wealthy women. He took off his military coat amidst cheers.
Under the flickering lights, wine dripped from his unruly black hair and into his collar. His explosive body stretched out in the light, his well-defined muscles like marble.
This guy is so skilled, no wonder he is the top star.
Chaomu felt emotional in his heart.
There were too many people over there, so she didn't intend to force her way through. Her host, understanding and courteous, whispered, "Tonight's theme event is almost over, and the scene where guests play criminals and are arrested by the 'police' is also coming to an end. There's a long line at the Tyrant side, so we recommend you first check out our super newcomer, the incredibly popular Mr. Wildcat..."
Wildcat? This flower name sounds completely different from Tyrant.
Chaomu looked in the direction he pointed out with some curiosity, and saw a familiar-looking blond figure from behind.
The blond youth stood tall and straight, wearing a white shirt beneath a black vest with the FBI logo. The specially modified vest perfectly outlined the lines of his waist and hips, and when it was pulled in, it was clear that his waist was lean and powerful.
His skin was a dark color that didn't fit in with the neon crowd around him. A very friendly smile graced his young, handsome face. "You're really too kind... I'm not as good as you say, huh?"
"How could that be? Mr. Amuro will definitely be a big hit!" The rich woman sitting in front of him was drunk, with tears still on her face. "A gentle young man like you is exactly what I need...ah...angel..."
"You misunderstood. If you continue to indulge in weakness, you will be arrested." As part of the role-playing, Toru Amuro held a drink in one hand and handcuffs on the other.
He crooked his eyes, his purplish-gray pupils drooping slightly. He uttered threatening words, but his actions and attitude were extremely gentle. The rich woman was completely bewitched by him. She repeatedly held his arm and said, "Arrest me, Mr. FBI," and called him "angel" several times.
Chaomu looked at the blond young man who was praised as an "angel" by the rich woman and smiled helplessly and modestly. When he saw his face, he finally matched him with the familiar figure.
...Isn't this her neighbor Toru Amuro...?
To be honest, this was the first time she saw him wearing clothes, and she didn't recognize him at first.
She touched her nose and blinked: Is this a wild cat... It is indeed quite wild.
No wonder there was no one at the Amuro house late at night. It turns out that the owner of this house is engaged in this kind of... well, night work.
Among the neighbors on their floor, are there too many people working at night?
-----------------------
The author has something to say: You would never have thought that the little black face is the colleague who came to steal the business!
However, I still have to add that this is a two-dimensional gigolo club. It is not recommended to go to a three-dimensional gigolo club and don’t have too much fantasy about it... Putting aside the appearance issue, many gigolos will deceive young girls and squeeze their money. Some even bring them into the prostitute industry to support them. They are really blood-sucking bags... Let’s look at the two- and three-dimensional ones separately.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
