I noticed that when I had torn open Akane's assassin outfit earlier, her smooth, porcelain-white stomach was fully exposed. The elegant, subtle muscle definition on her abdomen looked incredibly alluring. Akane noticed my gaze lingering and quietly covered her bare stomach with her bloodied hand.
"Wait a minute…" I said.
I left the room quickly and returned shortly after with a long, high-quality black coat from the SUDIX Store. Akane took it without a word and wore it over her torn clothes, the coat slightly oversized on her slender but toned frame.
After that, we quietly left the villa. Outside, a sleek, matte-black motorcycle was waiting — more aggressive and tactical than Yuko's. Akane mounted it effortlessly. I sat behind her. There were no rear handles, so I had no choice but to wrap my arms around her waist.
Akane started the engine. The powerful bike roared to life.
"Hold tight," she whispered over her shoulder.
