Chapter 44 This is the Victory of Saliva_1

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Chapter 44: Chapter 44 This is the Victory of Saliva_1Walter’s orders were rapidly executed. A phone call from headquarters ended Colonel Javier Maldonado’s vacation in Shinjuku, Tokyo. He was a typical Caucasian, with blond hair and blue eyes; his tall, sturdy body strained against his suit, outlining a powerful physique. "Alright, boys, our pleasant vacation is over due to the commander’s urgent orders," Javier clapped his hands, speaking in English. The six men, who a second ago had their hands inside women’s clothes, quickly withdrew them. All of them stood up, their smiles vanishing, replaced by expressions tinged with coldness. The hostesses didn’t understand English. Thinking they had offended the men, they could barely maintain their smiles and wanted to shrink away. Although U.S. Army soldiers were known for drinking, womanizing, and fighting, it didn’t mean their discipline was poor. It simply meant their military discipline didn’t include the principle of not harming civilians; rather, it emphasized absolute obedience to superiors. Just like during the American Civil War, once an order was given, soldiers could, with utmost speed, annihilate all life and completely destroy a city. The various misdeeds of U.S. Forces Japan only demonstrated their savagery and ruthlessness, not a breakdown of military discipline. Javier turned and walked outside, issuing his orders. "We’ll split up. I’ll take three men to Shinjuku Police Station to find an inspector named Oda Nobuteru. Jack, you take some men to capture Fujii Mitsuki and secure the bodies he possesses. Not a single one can be missing." "OK~" a man named Jack responded casually. The squad began executing the orders. 「...」 Around five in the afternoon. Shinjuku’s streets were not yet enveloped by the twilight’s glow. Aozawa strolled along, a milk tea in one hand and a hamburger in the other. He didn’t continue using his superpower to cause trouble. This rare vacation time can’t be entirely wasted on those guys. After attempting a combo move to eliminate the group at the nursing home, he headed to a famous idol group’s concert. He used his time-stop ability to sneak in and go on stage, experiencing the view from the spotlight alongside the idols. However, these idols, so pure and radiant on the surface, were all rotten to the core. Some even had uniquely shaped tattoos and text on private parts, making him marvel at how wild they were. He also used his time-stop to pop into Shinjuku Police Station and brew a cup of "Apa Tea" for the career-track inspectors. This sense of freedom, being able to waltz into any place I want thanks to my time-stop ability, it’s intoxicating! Aozawa swallowed the last bite of his hamburger, crumpled up the wrapper, and looked for a secluded alley to toss it in. If the nearest trash can is more than a block away, my resolve not to litter really wavers. I hate carrying trash around, so I can only toss it where no one’s looking. Besides, Japan has few trash cans and even fewer surveillance cameras, so no need to worry about being caught. He glanced left and right, just about to toss the wrapper into an alley. "Aozawa-senpai~" The soft voice, as startling as a clap of thunder in that moment, made Aozawa jump. He inwardly lamented, My moral aversion to littering is too strong! So much so that even thinking about secretly tossing trash makes me jump if someone calls out! "Shouko, you got off work early?" Aozawa turned around to see the familiar girl behind him, though her outfit was unfamiliar. She wore an oversized white T-shirt with a bear print; the cute bear was stretched across her chest, making it look somewhat ferocious. Beneath it, her ultra-short denim shorts were almost completely hidden by the T-shirt, giving the first impression that she was only wearing light pink stockings on her lower half. Her ear-length black hair was neatly brushed, framing her gently curved eyebrows and bright, lively almond eyes. "Mom doesn’t let me work too late; I have to be home before dinner," Hojo Shouko explained. She then added curiously, "It’s such a coincidence running into you here, Aozawa-senpai." "This must be fate. I’ll walk with you." "Do you have a car?" Hojo Shouko’s eyes held a hint of surprise. Aozawa coughed, embarrassed. "No, I meant I’ll walk you to Shinjuku Station." "I understand. And don’t worry, I’ll be careful of any perverts on the train." Hojo Shouko pulled an Anti-wolf Electric Shock Device from her small bag, her tone confident. "Anyone who dares to touch me will get zapped!" "That thing’s mostly for show. If you’re really threatened, you still need to run," Aozawa said, shaking his head. His gaze drifted to her thighs, tightly encased in light pink stockings, the faint pressure marks accentuating their soft fleshiness. "Never underestimate a beast whose brain is controlled by lust!" Hojo Shouko actually seemed to consider his words seriously. "Coming from you, Aozawa-senpai, that’s somehow very convincing." Aozawa really wanted to retort. She put away the Anti-wolf Electric Shock Device and said earnestly, "Then please, Aozawa-senpai, be my ’guardian messenger’ and see me home. Please?" Hojo Shouko pressed her hands together and bowed. The gesture emphasized her full chest, making it difficult for Aozawa to refuse. Taking care of a friend’s little sister... this feels a bit strange. Aozawa shook his head. "I refuse." Seeing her sigh, he grinned. "Unless you call me ’Onni-chan’ and then say, ’Please take me home.’" "Onni-chan~ please take me home." Hojo Shouko didn’t hesitate at all. Her voice, as sweet as cotton candy, almost made Aozawa’s bones melt. "You actually called me that?" Aozawa asked. "Yes, Onni-chan~" Hojo Shouko’s lips formed a pout cute enough to hang a small soy sauce bottle from. "I always thought that title was cute, but my brother firmly refused. He said adding ’-chan’ wasn’t manly. It’s great that you like being called ’Onni-chan,’ Aozawa-senpai~" "Hold on." Aozawa raised his hand to stop her. This girl’s natural airheadedness is terrifying! he inwardly exclaimed. Moreover, while being called ’Onni-chan’ in such a soft voice was certainly enjoyable, it also filled him with a strange sense of shame and guilt, as if he were swindling candy from an innocent little girl. "Just call me Aozawa-senpai," Aozawa said. "Eh? But ’Onni-chan’ is such a cute way to call you." Hojo Shouko blinked, not understanding why he suddenly disliked the address. Aozawa changed the subject. "Let’s hurry and catch the train before the evening rush hits." "Okay." Hojo Shouko nodded obediently and walked up beside Aozawa. "Let’s go." Aozawa looked at the milk tea in his hand and casually asked, "Do you want some of this milk tea?" "Haha, Aozawa-senpai, what kind of guy offers a girl his half-drunk milk tea?" Hojo Shouko burst out laughing. Before Aozawa could say he’d buy her a new one, she reached out and took the cup. Her fair thumb covered Aozawa’s index finger, feeling like warm cotton candy. Her fingers are as soft as her voice. "Don’t say such impolite things to other girls," Hojo Shouko said, taking the milk tea. She put her lips to the straw and took a sip. Aozawa was stunned. "Shouko, that’s an indirect kiss!" "Aozawa-senpai, please don’t have such perverted thoughts." Hojo Shouko took her lips from the straw. By that logic, if we’re breathing the same air, does that mean we’re entering each other’s bodies? It’s just a little saliva on the straw, and saliva is colorless and tasteless, no different from water. "Isn’t kissing between lovers just exchanging saliva?" Aozawa retorted. I’m definitely not overthinking this!

Chapter 44 This is the Victory of Saliva_1

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