Tokyo: My Superpower Refreshes Every Week
Chapter 45 Suddenly became a loser?_1

Chapter 45: Chapter 45 Suddenly became a loser?_1

Hojo Shouko shook her head, still refusing to accept such an absurd claim.

In her understanding, lovers kiss out of mutual love, not to taste each other’s saliva.

Saliva is just spit—colorless and tasteless unless one has bad breath.

"Aozawa-senpai, don’t think you can fool me just because I lack experience; I still have theoretical knowledge."

Hojo Shouko said seriously, her hands cradling her milk tea. She lowered her head and took a sip with a GLUG-GLUG sound. The sweet milk tea melted the seriousness on her face.

A hint of sweetness appeared between her brows as well.

Aozawa did not continue the argument. He shrugged and said, "It’s up to you. I don’t mind. Let’s go."

"Mm."

Hojo Shouko nodded obediently and followed him into the subway.

The subway in Shinjuku is always crowded, no matter where you’re going.

Even though it wasn’t rush hour at the moment, it was still hard to find a seat.

Aozawa guided Hojo Shouko to a corner of the subway car to avoid encountering perverts or voyeurs.

Japan has strict laws against such acts on trains, yet they cannot be completely stopped.

The tension of being exposed and facing irreversible consequences actually encourages some people to take risks for the thrill.

Hojo Shouko, leaning against the cold subway car, looked up and said, "Aozawa-senpai, you seem so skinny on the outside, but your strength seems to be no less than Brother’s."

"Don’t joke. Tetsuji’s strength makes me wonder if he is the reincarnation of Fama star people."

Aozawa retorted; that guy could take down dozens of people on his own—high defense, high output.

He could win against Hojo Tetsuji in Sword Dao only because the discipline has its own set of rules.

In a real fight, without using his Superpowers, Aozawa definitely wasn’t a match for Hojo Tetsuji.

Hojo Shouko took another sip of milk tea and said, "Brother has had a violent temper since he was little, always getting into fights. Once, he was struck by a fast-moving truck and sent flying two meters, yet he only lost consciousness for a moment.

"When the ambulance arrived, he woke up and even ended up beating the driver onto the ambulance stretcher.

"Has he been in contact with you recently?"

"The day before yesterday, he called and said his fishing boat encountered a Storm and he drifted to an uninhabited island. He didn’t elaborate before the call dropped."

"Don’t worry, Brother is incredibly resilient."

Hojo Shouko never worried about her big brother except for matters related to his studies and his Enlightenment of the Dragon Field.

Aozawa nodded and said, "I think so too."

...

Dusk quietly stepped onto the streets of Adachi District.

Takahashi Saeko tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, her expression a bit weary. The man beside her stopped talking, watching her cautiously, like a puppy waiting to gauge its master’s mood.

Such a submissive attitude meant he had been tamed.

That was the reason for Takahashi Saeko’s weariness.

She sought men to enjoy the process of turning them into dogs, rather than being like Tama Chan, who inherently had boundless passion for love.

"You can go back now."

"Miss Saeko."

Takahashi Saeko glanced at him. She never repeated an important command a second time.

The man clearly understood this and said with a hint of grievance, "Okay, just remember to call me."

After saying that, he reluctantly walked towards the nearby BMW X5.

Takahashi Saeko headed towards Ayase Station. Should I go home? Or look for my next prey?

She hadn’t reached a conclusion when she saw a young man and woman coming out of the station.

Aozawa and... Who is that girl?

Takahashi Saeko’s eyes flashed with curiosity, and she changed her original route, following the two all the way to a detached house bearing the Hojo family nameplate.

Hojo... related to Hojo Tetsuji, perhaps.

Takahashi Saeko had a profound impression of that beast-like boy; she always had the feeling that he couldn’t be killed without a gun.

Her eyes narrowed slightly. Considering the girl’s age, she was probably Hojo Tetsuji’s sister.

Hojo Shouko entered the house.

Aozawa turned towards the other side of the road.

Takahashi Saeko hesitated for a moment but didn’t continue to hide. She strode forward to catch up.

When she was close behind him, she reached out, slung an arm around his shoulder, and said playfully, "Hi~ Aokun~ What a coincidence!"

Aozawa turned around. Her soft index finger poked his cheek, and a faint, sweet scent of perfume drifted into his nose.

The girl in front of him had short brown hair that covered her ears and wore light red eyeshadow on her cheeks.

Her lips were a bright red.

She wore an off-shoulder leather top and leather pants, her legs swathed in black stockings, and long boots on her feet.

"Who are you?"

Aozawa had some impression of her but couldn’t recall her name, only knowing there was such a girl in his class.

She was one of the Hot Girl group of four.

"My name is Takahashi Saeko. Aokun, are you free tonight?"

Her eyes were electrifying, usually enough to make men’s minds go numb.

It didn’t work on Aozawa.

"I’m not interested."

"Don’t be so cold. I can treat you to red bean abalone rice."

The moment she finished speaking, Takahashi Saeko stood on her tiptoes and launched a surprise attempt to steal Aozawa’s first kiss.

He raised a hand to block it, letting her soft lips press against his palm, and said coldly, "Takahashi, do you believe I’ll rip off your hairpins?"

"Aokun wouldn’t be so rough," Takahashi Saeko said, her face wreathed in smiles.

Aozawa, expressionless, pulled off the hairpins from both sides of her head and casually threw them into someone else’s yard, saying lightly, "I’m precisely this rough with people like you."

That’s just how Aozawa was; if others ignored his wishes, they shouldn’t expect him to respect theirs.

He had already stated his lack of interest; if they persisted in pestering him, they had only themselves to blame when he took action.

Honestly, if Aozawa hadn’t considered that she was a classmate, Takahashi Saeko’s actions just now were practically suicidal.

The smile on her face gradually froze, and she stood there as the evening breeze brushed across her cheek.

On the street illuminated by the sunset’s afterglow, the young man walked further and further away, his silhouette eventually vanishing from her sight.

"Heh."

Takahashi Saeko laughed. She didn’t climb over the wall to retrieve her hairpins. She had gotten the result she wanted.

Aozawa wasn’t the type to get close to just any girl. Conversely, if he was willing to approach someone, it indicated he had a certain degree of fondness for that girl.

Iroha... Takahashi Saeko rubbed her temples. Suddenly, I regret encouraging her to approach Aozawa.

Initially, I only did it for fun. But now, that idiot might actually be getting herself stuck.

Takahashi Saeko took out her phone and messaged a friend saved as Ayatsuki, "Iroha, you there?"

"Hi hi~"

The reply came almost instantly. Ayatsuki Ayaka, finding texting too much trouble, sent a voice message instead. "Saeko, listen, I’ve got the program for fashion bloggers sorted out!

"I’ll post the first short video later. Remember to go to YouTube and like it for me~"

Ayatsuki Ayaka lay on her bed, her face alight with excitement. After brainstorming and drawing inspiration from other fashion bloggers’ short videos, she had carved out her own path.

This will be the first short video of my life! Subscribers will exceed a million, and it’ll go viral across the internet!

Hee hee, what if I become famous?

A slightly troubled expression appeared on her face, but the voice message she had sent was brimming with smug satisfaction.

Takahashi Saeko thought for a moment and texted, "Iroha, I just saw Aozawa hanging out with a cute junior and walking her home."

The message showed as read but didn’t get an instant response like before.