This was an entirely new experience for Akemi.
Playing a "horse riding game" with a young boy like Akashi was both novel and strangely exhilarating.
She was cautious, afraid that her movements might be too rough and accidentally hurt the smaller, seemingly fragile Akashi.
Yet, her heart raced uncontrollably, drawn to the childlike form of Shota, wanting to get closer and interact with him.
Little did Akemi know that Akashi's physique had been drastically enhanced long ago.
His strength far surpassed the limits of an ordinary person—more than enough to handle her enthusiasm.
In truth, she could have been much bolder without any risk of hurting him.
However, her own body, still recovering from the gunshot wound, hadn't fully regained its stamina.
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*Akemi's heart pounded in her chest as she slowly bounced up and down on Akashi's lap, careful not to put too much pressure on his small frame. Despite his youthful appearance, she couldn't shake the feeling of excitement and desire that coursed through her veins.
*Akashi's hands gripped her hips, guiding her movements with a surprising strength. His eyes, dark and intense, held her gaze, sending shivers down her spine. She could feel the heat of his body against hers, even through the fabric of their clothing.
*"Careful, Akashi," she breathed, her voice trembling slightly. "I don't want to hurt you."
*Akashi's lips curled into a smirk, his thumbs tracing circles on her hips. "Don't worry about me, Akemi. I can handle anything you throw at me." His words sent a thrill through her, making her want to test his limits.
*But her body, still recovering from the earlier procedure, protested the strenuous activity. She could feel the ache in her muscles, the weakness in her limbs.
*Akashi seemed to sense her hesitation, his grip tightening on her hips. "You don't have to hold back with me, Akemi. Let go and enjoy the ride."
*With a moan of surrender, Akemi gave in to her desires, allowing herself to move with greater abandon. She rocked her hips faster, her breath coming in short gasps as the pleasure mounted.
*Akashi met her thrust for thrust, his strength and stamina seeming to know no bounds. He guided her movements with expert precision, hitting all the right spots to send her soaring.
*Akemi gasped, her movements slowing as she tried to catch her breath. Akashi's brow furrowed with concern, his hands moving to her waist.
*"Are you okay?" he asked, his voice filled with worry.
*Akemi nodded, even as she fought to catch her breath. "I'm fine," she panted. "Just... give me a moment." Akashi's expression softened, his hands gently massaging her lower back.
*"Take your time," he murmured. "We can go at your pace."
*As the pain subsided and her breathing returned to normal, Akemi began to move again, her hips undulating with increasing speed and force.
*She could feel Akashi's muscles tense beneath her, his breathing growing heavier with each passing second.
*And then, with a final thrust and a cry of ecstasy, they both reached their peak, their bodies shuddering in unison as they rode out the waves of their shared pleasure.
---
After hours of intense healing and interaction, she couldn't keep up for long.
Soon, their playful game came to an end.
Akemi let out a soft sigh, muttering under her breath, "Useless body…"
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By the time the two finally composed themselves, the bright moon was already high in the night sky.
After tidying up, they found themselves seated in front of the sleek Mazda.
Akemi, now barefoot, had taken the driver's seat, her hands gripping the steering wheel lightly.
Her high heels, however, had mysteriously disappeared—likely tossed aside during the earlier chaos.
"Shi," Akemi said softly, her voice uncertain, "what should we do now?"
She turned her gaze to the boy beside her, treating him instinctively as her anchor.
Akashi, ever composed despite his childlike form, responded calmly:
"From this point onward, it's a new life."
He looked out the window as he continued, his tone resolute.
"Gin and Vodka have escaped, and they know you were rescued by me.
That means you can't go back to your old life.
The identity of Hirota Masami must be abandoned.
You'll have to cut ties with all your former classmates, friends—anyone who might know you.
The organization could monitor them, and meeting them would only put them in danger."
Akemi's lips pressed into a thin line, but she nodded, acknowledging the weight of his words.
"For now," Akashi continued, "let's drive to Cupido Town. I have a villa there—it's safe and secluded."
Hearing this, Akemi obediently nodded again.
But a thought crossed her mind, and she asked hesitantly, "What about Shiho? What will happen to her?"
Akashi's gaze softened.
"Shiho doesn't need to worry," he said firmly. "The organization values her far more than you realize. Her safety isn't at risk for now.
And if she remembers the instructions I left for her, I believe we'll meet her again soon.
If she doesn't, I'll find a way to rescue her myself."
Reassured by his confidence, Akemi felt a weight lift off her chest.
She started the car, and they began their journey toward Cupido Town.
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Not long after, the Mazda rolled into the quiet villa district of Cupido Town.
Following Akashi's directions, they arrived at a secluded, single-family villa.
This property had been secretly purchased by Akashi during his time in the organization.
By embezzling mission funds and commissions, he had managed to secure this hidden lair, known to almost no one.
The villa was well-equipped with a basement connected to Tokyo's sprawling drainage system, ensuring an escape route if ever attacked.
The Mazda drove through the garage door, which slid shut behind them.
Unbeknownst to the pair, a black motorcycle lingered in the shadows outside.
A figure sat astride it, silently observing the villa's entrance.
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Inside the villa, Akemi and Akashi exited the car.
Akashi walked toward the elevator, placing his hand on the fingerprint lock. The door slid open instantly.
Turning to Akemi, Akashi said, "You go up first. You can choose any room you like. I have something to check before joining you."
Akemi, exhausted from the day's events, nodded without protest.
She had survived a series of battles, suffered a gunshot wound, endured hours of 'preaching', and narrowly escaped death.
Her long legs bore faint stains of dried blood, a stark reminder of her ordeal.
Right now, all she wanted was a hot shower to wash away the grime and tension.
"Don't take too long," she said with a weary smile, stepping into the elevator.
Moments later, she disappeared upstairs, leaving Akashi alone in the garage.
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When Akashi stepped out of the garage, his eyes scanned the expansive courtyard of the luxury villa. The gate remained securely locked, offering an air of quiet seclusion.
Without pausing, Akashi made his way toward the storage room nestled within the courtyard.
His small hand pushed open the storage room's door, revealing a cluttered assortment of tools and equipment.
At first glance, it seemed like an ordinary storeroom. But Akashi knew better.
He crouched and felt around beneath a table, quickly locating a concealed button.
With a soft mechanical hum, a hidden mechanism activated.
The wooden floorboards shifted aside, revealing a secret passageway that descended into the depths below.
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As Akashi walked down the staircase, his eyes widened at the sight that greeted him.
Rows upon rows of hot weapons lined the underground arsenal.
There were pistols, submachine guns, shotguns, sniper rifles, heavy machine guns, and even massive anti-materiel rifles.
Shelves brimmed with ammunition—armor-piercing rounds, incendiary bullets, and more.
It was an arsenal that could rival that of a military unit.
All of this had been delivered just the day before, thanks to the astonishing efficiency of the eldest daughter of the Kisugi family.
Akashi couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement as he surveyed the collection.
The young shota moved from one weapon to another, running his hands over the cold steel.
The sight of such firepower filled him with a deep sense of security.
But that excitement was tinged with regret.
Despite the vast array of firearms, there were very few that Akashi could realistically wield in his diminutive form.
Without the help of his spinach-fueled strength enhancements, even the recoil of a standard firearm would be too much for his small frame to handle.
In the end, Akashi focused his attention on the pocket pistols—small, lightweight weapons that suited his current condition.
"That'll do," he murmured, inspecting them closely.
With his 『Rapid Fire Shot』 skill, even a modest pocket pistol could be transformed into a devastating weapon.
The priority now was finding a model that could hold at least seven rounds—perfect for unleashing his skill's full potential.
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After a few minutes of searching, Akashi's face lit up as he found exactly what he was looking for.
The Bond Pocket Pistol and the Colt Pocket Pistol.
Both firearms had a 7+1 magazine capacity, ideal for his purposes.
As he swapped between the two, testing their weight and grip, Akashi was entirely absorbed in his task.
So much so that he failed to notice the dark figure that had silently appeared on the staircase behind him.
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The intruder was dressed in a sleek black bodysuit, her proud and curvaceous figure emphasized by its fit.
Her slender, athletic form moved with the grace of a predator, her steps silent as a cat's.
A cat-eye mask obscured her face, but her sharp features and tall, confident posture exuded an unmistakable allure.
It was none other than Rui Kisugi—the same woman who had delivered the weapons to this location.
Moments earlier, after finishing the delivery, she had been preparing to leave.
But then she spotted a car driving into the villa.
Curiosity piqued, she assumed it was Bacardi—the man she thought she'd left in the past—returning to claim the weapons.
Fueled by a mix of anger and intrigue, the female thief decided to investigate.
The locked gate posed no challenge to her skills.
With practiced ease, she scaled the walls and slipped into the villa grounds.
She quickly noticed that the door to the storage room, where the weapons had been stored, was ajar.
Her suspicions deepened.
Convinced that Bacardi had faked his death and deceived her, Rui resolved to confront him.
With cat-like precision, she descended into the secret passage, planning to teach the man who had caused her so much grief a lesson he wouldn't forget.