While running toward school, a digital chime resonated in his brain.
[Target eliminated! Congratulations, Host. You have successfully executed the "Subway Predator" and saved Kyōka Tachibana. You have dispensed brutal justice and cleaned the streets.]
[Reward obtained: Special Item — "Early Warning Diary"]
[Item Description: The best defense is absolute surveillance. This item allows the user to monitor specific targets in real time.
Effect: By writing a target's name in the diary, their status panel will be unlocked. The system will constantly track their location and physical condition.
Danger Alert: If the target is in a situation of imminent risk or is the target of malicious intentions, the diary will send an emergency notification to the Host and mark their exact position on the map for rapid interception.]
[Restriction: Only female targets with whom the Host has had prior or visual contact can be registered.]
'Now this is interesting.'
Reading the floating description, he arched an eyebrow, unable to hide a smile.
This was pure gold.
Until now, he had been playing at a disadvantage.
His [Evil Radar] was useful, but it still had limited range, he couldn't watch all the women he cared about at the same time to know when a plot event was triggered.
And the [Guardian Angel] was too restrictive: it only protected the women he had already fucked.
But this [Early Warning Diary]... this was another level. It was, basically, a stalking tool legalized by the System.
A personal "Eye of God."
Without hesitating a second, he opened the diary interface in his mind (it's not a physical diary) and started registering his personal "collection."
He wrote the names with mental speed: Mira, Yuna, Nina, Natsuha, Miwa... and, of course, the explosive MILF he had just rescued, Kyōka Tachibana.
As soon as he finished inscribing the names, black ink glowed on the virtual paper and data started flowing directly into his brain.
"..."
Upon getting it he stopped for a moment to process the information and let out a whistle. The System's definition of "Current Situation" was... pleasantly invasive.
It wasn't just the location.
He had access to everything: exact height, weight down to the gram, and most importantly, the Three Important Measurements (Bust, Waist, Hips).
He could see the exact numbers of their cup sizes, the circumference of their asses, and the ratio of their curves.
It was like having them naked in front of a spreadsheet. He knew where they were, what they were doing, and what their bodies were like under their clothes.
And there was one more piece of data: Favorability Level.
He checked the list quickly, but his eyes locked onto the last name.
[Kyōka Tachibana: 80/100]
"Eighty?" He almost tripped. "Are you fucking kidding me?"
An 80 isn't "friendship."
He had just met her a few minutes ago, and she already had the meter almost maxed out?
'Incredible...' he thought, picking up his pace toward school with a smug smile. 'They always say girls have to be careful with perverts on the street... but in this world, the ones in danger are handsome men like me. If I'm not careful, these unsatisfied MILFs are gonna eat me alive.'
After a few more minutes, he finally managed to cross the school gates.
The bad news: he was late anyway.
The good news: the class was Miwa's.
Any other teacher would have made a huge scene or sent him to detention, but with Miwa, he was playing on home turf.
She stopped mid-explanation, turning toward the door.
She shot him a look that tried to be stern, but it didn't fool him. She tossed out a couple of warning sentences to keep up appearances in front of the class and signaled for him to come in.
Jin walked to his desk with a "sad" face, using the walk to shamelessly enjoy the rear view of the teacher as she turned back to the blackboard and her skirt strained over her hips.
Meanwhile, Kyōka was crossing the revolving doors of headquarters.
This Corporation wasn't just any company; it was a financial giant that pulled the strings of half of Japan, with tentacles in every aspect of daily life. And Kyōka wasn't just another employee: she was the Section Chief of the ruthless Investment Department.
The moment her heels touched the marble of the lobby, the transformation was instantaneous.
The sweet and blushing Milf who was flirting with a teenager in an alley vanished.
In her place emerged the "Ice Queen."
Her aura changed radically, becoming distant and sharp as a razor. She walked with crushing authority, and the rhythmic sound of her heels echoed like warning shots.
The employees around her stepped aside, lowering their heads and pressing themselves against the walls, not daring to look her in the eyes.
Upon reaching her desk, Kyōka organized her reports efficiently, smoothed her skirt, took a deep breath, and walked to the imposing door at the end of the hall: the Director's office.
Knock Knock
She knocked twice.
"Come in."
Kyōka opened the door and entered.
Sitting behind an executive desk was a woman who defined perfection.
She wore a tailored black office suit that clung to her body, highlighting a lethal hourglass figure. Her face was of sublime beauty, but there was a detail that broke that coldness: a small beauty mark right under the corner of her lips.
It was a hypnotic focal point.
That woman was... Mira Tsubakihara.
The Director of the Investment Department, Kyōka's direct boss, her closest friend... and the woman who had her claws dug into Jin deeper than anyone else in this world.
Seeing her enter, Mira looked up and gave her a professional smile.
"Good morning, Section Chief."
"Good morning, Director Tsubakihara."
Kyōka returned the smile and approached the desk.
Inside, she was dying to break protocol. She wanted to scream, she wanted to tell her in excruciating detail how Jin had saved her half an hour ago.
But she knew how to pick her moments.
"Director, I have the most recent intelligence report on that problematic investment account."
As she spoke, she pulled a thick dossier from her briefcase and slid it across the desk.
"To start with, here is the financial balance sheet for the last quarter, which presents a pitiful state. The losses are catastrophic, much worse than we projected. They have activated the emergency clause and are requesting a formal financial bailout."
Mira opened the folder and quickly scanned the columns of red numbers. There was no way to sugarcoat it, the income and expenses were an absolute disaster.
Kyōka continued, "After receiving the request, I ordered an investigation into their recent movements. These people had performed very well in recent years, they were at the top. But since the third quarter of last year, everything went downhill."
"Serious scandals started popping up: smuggling, money laundering, and massive tax fraud. They insist it's a trap, a conspiracy to sink them, but our sources confirm the evidence is solid. Their stocks are in freefall and they are technically bankrupt."
"The question is: Do we keep injecting capital or do we let them die? The decision to throw them a lifeline is yours, Director."
"Mmm..."
Mira pursed her lips slightly, while her fingers drummed on the report.
"How much longer can they hold out?"
"According to their liquid assets, two months. At most."
"Then there's no rush," she declared. "Let them sweat a little more. I want your team to dig deep again, I need to know if the sector has a future and if those scandals are real. Do a new complete risk assessment."
She leaned back in her chair, clasping her hands.
"We'll make a decision when I have the data on the table. And if in the end we decide to throw them a lifeline... we'll be in a position to demand a much higher price."
This wasn't charity, it was pure, hard business. If that company couldn't guarantee a massive return on investment, she wouldn't lift a finger to stop them from sinking.
"By the way," she asked suddenly, "do they have a Plan B? Have they contacted any other investment firm?"
Kyōka hesitated a second.
"There is... another interested party willing to take on the debt."
"Their reputation is abysmal. They have direct ties to the Yakuza," she explained gravely. "And their president, Katsura Goro... well, his contracts usually include abusive clauses and personal demands that normal people would find repugnant."
She sighed suddenly, feeling the weight of the cruelty of the corporate world.
"Basically, it's us or them. If we reject their request, their only option will be to sell their soul to the devil and jump straight into hell."
Mira nodded, unfazed by the mention of the mafia.
"Understood. In that case, let's wait for the final evaluation. Let them get a little more desperate."
"Well, enough formalities, Kyōka. The meeting is over, so relax. Stop acting like a subordinate."
Her tone changed, becoming personal.
"By the way... why did you arrive so late today? It's not like you."
Kyōka dropped the etiquette immediately. She dragged a chair over with confidence, sat down crossing her legs, and shot a mischievous smile at her boss and friend.
"Well... let's say the blame for my delay lies with your 'little Jin'."
"Jin?"
Mira narrowed her eyes slightly, and her smile froze for a fraction of a second. "What does he have to do with you?"
Kyōka didn't beat around the bush and told her everything that happened that morning: the car breakdown, the subway, the stalker, and how Jin appeared out of nowhere to save her.
Hearing the details, Mira let out the air she was holding. The relief was visible, but it was immediately replaced by a protective instinct.
"My God... Listen, next time your car breaks down, call me and I'll send a chauffeur. You know perfectly well that public transport is full of degenerates. Don't risk yourself like that."
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." said Kyōka, clasping her hands in a gesture of apology. "But well, it was a blessing in disguise. To thank him for saving me, I want to invite Little Jin over this weekend."
Tilting her head, she looked at her with shining eyes and a smile that was too radiant.
"Do you mind if I steal him for a while? I want to treat him to dinner. Is Director Mira willing to lend me her little son?"
Seeing that expression on her best friend's face, a silent alarm went off violently in Mira's brain.
On the outside, she maintained her mask of serenity and nodded elegantly.
"Sure, no problem. He deserves it."
But inside, her mind darkened with jealousy.
'I have to have a very serious talk with Jin when he gets home...' she thought, gritting her teeth discreetly. 'He needs to learn to keep his distance from other women.'
She was very clear on that.
She had planted that seed with her own hands. She had taken him in, cared for him, and raised him patiently year after year, waiting for the right moment. Now that Jin was about to mature and turn into a juicy, delicious fruit ready to be devoured... no way was she going to allow another woman to come and harvest her work.
'Not even you, my dear friend…'
She looked at her with a fake smile, 'They say you have to protect your house from fire and thieves... but the one you have to watch out for the most is your best friend.'
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