Tokyo Psychic

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"You just said I could do bad things to you however I wanted." Akira removed her hand, opened Valorant on her desktop, and started typing.

Anhe Subaru grinned at him, "You really think I'm a giant body pillow? You can touch me all over and I don't feel anything."

"Couldn't help it?"

"Hmph." An and Subaru gave a noncommittal snort, which was their answer to the question.

After a while, she saw that Lai Xixiao had actually logged into the game, and she silently calmed down. She snuggled into his arms, whispered in his ear, and said, "Hey, judging from your expression... you probably didn't have much fun at the young ladies' houses, did you?"

Akira Kurusu put An and Subaru back in their places, saying, "How come you're even more lecherous than me?"

"Hey! How can you talk like that!" Anhe Subaru raised his beautiful eyebrows. "I'm just considering things from the perspective of a good fiancée."

She subtly changed her self-reference as "girlfriend" to "fiancée".

Akira Kurusu seemed completely unconcerned by An and Subaru's increasingly audacious words, and turned to log into her game account on An and Subaru's computer.

"When did you memorize all my account passwords?" Anwa Subaru was somewhat surprised as he watched Akira Kurusu typing so skillfully on the keyboard.

Akira Kurusu pointed to the Persona "Dioscuri" floating above their heads, "Special Ability."

An and Subaru pondered for a moment, then their eyes widened. "You're cheating!"

"You're the one who's cheating, you have time reversal!" Lai Xixiao raised her hand and tapped her forehead, but when she mentioned the word "time reversal," she immediately thought of the girl's experience, and her tone involuntarily became gentle.

An and Subaru didn't want to become a memory of guilt for Akira Kurusu, so she held the other's hands and intertwined their fingers.

A gentle smile graced the girl's face. "I firmly believe that fate will not subject a person to endless suffering."

"The more arduous the experience, the more likely it is that a precious treasure lies at its end."

An and Subaru hugged Akira's shoulders and gently pecked him on the corner of his mouth. "Now, I have obtained the treasure I wanted most."

She smiled at Akira Kurusu's wavering expression and said with a hint of smugness, "How about it? Are you about to fall for me?"

Despite his smug smile, he couldn't help but clutch his heart, as if no amount of drumming practice could compare to the speed and force of his heartbeat at that moment.

Suddenly, Akira grabbed An and Subaru's wrists and pushed her down onto the sofa. "I've changed my mind now."

An and Subaru subconsciously rubbed their thighs together, their eyes darting around. "Aren't you going to play games anymore?"

"I can't let my girlfriend's expectations slip away because of games or work."

"Hmm... what's the itinerary for tonight?"

"I can handle this all by myself."

An and Subaru blushed even more. "Then... then please take care of me."

......

When An and Subaru opened their eyes again, it was already dusk.

She remembered falling asleep during her lunch break.

The only two keys to the room were on the table, so Akira probably left directly through the Impression Space.

There is probably no better alibi than "staying overnight in a private business room at an internet cafe".

An and Subaru struggled to sit up, supporting themselves on the back of the sofa. They felt a soreness in their lower back and abdomen, yet also a strange sense of satisfaction.

The red glow of the setting sun shone through the window onto the girl's rosy face. It was hard to tell whether the warmth flowing through her body was the lingering afterglow of their lovemaking or the weariness of the approaching night. In any case, it was a kind of bone-melting languor that made her feel weak all over and want to lie down and sleep a little longer.

The backpack zipper was ripped open and placed on the ground. Half of the many boxes of "safety gear" given to them that day had already been used up during this period.

She felt very sweaty and struggled to get off the sofa, preparing to go to the bathroom in the room to wash up.

Futaba Sakura, who is in charge of network technology in the Phantom Thieves, had already checked the privacy and security of the entire space for them and confirmed that there were no cameras, recorders or similar devices—in fact, Futaba Sakura was not needed.

Akira Kurusu judged from her intuition that "this room is safe".

The reason they asked Sakura Futaba for help was probably because they couldn't bear to see this little girl enjoying herself without having to go to school, do homework, take exams, or work every day.

I opened the bathroom door and found the light was on, and the bathtub was already filled with hot water.

The Mind Thief lay in the bathtub, beckoning to the girl in front of him.

With her face flushed, An and Subaru slowly took off their disheveled clothes, turned around and closed the bathroom door, then stepped into the bathtub, squatted down very quietly, and then snuggled up in the arms of their beloved boy.

"Thanks for your hard work."

An and Subaru brushed the strands of hair from their foreheads that were soaked in hot water, pressed their faces against his chest, and listened to the rhythmic and powerful heartbeat.

He picked up his phone from the shoe cabinet next to Akira, which was covered with a bath towel, and showed her the latest news report:

The Phantom Thieves Return!

South Korean female Go player officially apologizes!

"I don't deserve this championship. I'm just a shameless scoundrel who coveted the prize money and honor. I have no face to face my colleagues in the chess world..."

The South Korean female Go player who won the championship with a record of 0 wins and 1 loss apologized to Togo Ichifumi with a deep bow!

An and Subaru only glanced at it briefly before losing interest.

She said to her boyfriend in a lazy, coquettish tone, "Help me clean up."

Akira's palm caressed the girl's smooth, delicate skin, feeling a warm, jade-like sensation. "Satisfied?"

"Mmm." The girl smiled happily. "I like you the most."

......

"Miss Togo!"

Meanwhile, in a church in Kanda, Tokyo, a group of girls surrounded Togo Ichifumi.

"Mind Thief really works!!"

"Yes, yes! The Phantom Thief is real!" They held up their phones to show Hifumi Togo, and the screen displayed the website page of "Phantom Thief Channel".

"I only tried it out of curiosity, but I never expected that shameless bastard would actually repent! She's already apologized to you!!"

Togo Ichifumi was certainly aware that the other party had apologized to him and the international Go community, and he had even seen a video of the other party bowing and apologizing.

Her phone has been ringing off the hook with calls from the coaching staff and her agent since noon today, and she's even been questioned by the Metropolitan Police Department. Only by turning off her phone and escaping here can she barely find some peace and quiet.

"The Phantom Thief of the Mind..." Togo Ichifumi murmured the name, feeling an indescribable sense of familiarity.

just like......

They used to be incredibly close partners.

*

The embers on the edge of the ashtray had a silent conversation with the fiery clouds outside the window. In a corner of the gymnasium, a muscular man in sportswear was smoking a cigarette and quickly writing down each team member's training plan for tomorrow in a notebook.

Taku Kamoshida rarely smokes, and he tries his best to avoid smoking in front of students.

But lately his mind has been in turmoil.

Xiujin had two consecutive principals, which caused such a shocking scandal. As a former student who had graduated from here, and now a teacher, he felt truly heartbroken and desperately hoped to use the results of the volleyball competition to wash away the stains left by the school.

Taku Kamoshida didn't want his proud students to be pointed at and gossiped about by busybodies when they entered society, with people saying, "Look, they are the students who graduated from that disgraced Hideaki!"

Whenever he thought about such a future, he was so angry that he wanted to drag that bastard principal who was sitting in jail out and give him a good beating.

Only with the help of tobacco could Kamoshida force himself to regain his composure and bring out his highest level of coaching to nurture these young men who were about to embark on the national competition.

No wonder people say that cigarettes and alcohol are the perfect companions for adult men.

Kamoshida shook his head, then took off his cigarette and stubbed it out in the ashtray.

He picked up the whistle hanging around his neck, blew it hard, and the sharp sound instantly echoed throughout the entire stadium.

The volleyball team's exhausted arms hung limply like bronze pendulums, their tongues licking their dry, dust-covered lips, tasting the salty, rusty flavor in the setting sun.

Upon hearing the whistle signaling "assemble," they forgot all about retrieving the ball and, like a herd of antelopes that had been running for a day and a night, crowded wearily in front of Kamoshida.

Looking at the tired yet excited faces of the young people, Kamoshida nodded with satisfaction. "You can go home and rest now. When you're in bed, review the serve return techniques I taught you today. We'll continue learning tomorrow... Alright, dismissed!"

"Yes..." The boys and girls, who had been trained all day, scattered in all directions.

Mishima Yoshiteru picked up his schoolbag with faltering steps and walked towards the school gate.

“Mishima, what a coincidence,” Ryuji Sakamoto said as he saw Yuki Mishima after finishing his track and field training.

Mishima Yuki glanced at him listlessly, "Hey, I really envy you."

"What do you envy about me?"

"I envy your track and field team, you only train for four hours a day. Our volleyball team trained for a full eight hours today!"

"No wonder you missed class again."

"Damn it, the qualifiers are next, I don't have time to care about that..." Mishima Yuki's complaining words came to an abrupt end.

Because there was a beautiful, silent girl standing at the school gate.

The hot wind tousled her long hair, and her pale golden eyes reflected the liquid sunset like a bottle of spilled red wine, intoxicating at first sight.

It was as if the curtains of an empty classroom were suddenly lifted by the wind, and an undelivered love letter on a desk was carbonizing, its edges curling up like butterfly wings licked by flames.

All the students on their way home from school were drawn to the breathtakingly beautiful girl and slowed down in unison.

Until the roar of motorcycles came from the school gate.

The thunderous roar shattered the tranquil and beautiful atmosphere of the painting.

The boy, dressed in black, parked his car and strode towards the school gate, waving at the beautiful doll. "Mu, I'm sorry to have kept you waiting."

Ruoye Mu seemed excited, her little hands clasped together, and then she ran to the boy, tiptoed excitedly, and took out a carefully folded "club application form" from her pocket and handed it to him.

Akira Kurusu took the "club application form," opened it, and saw the emblem of the private Tsukimori Girls' Academy, followed by the student council's "approved" stamp.

He stroked Wakaba Mutsu's head and said, "From now on, you have to come here every day after school to participate in club activities."

Ruoye Mutsu obediently grabbed Laixi Xiao's hand and rubbed her face against his palm.

As the evening breeze blew, the faint sounds of countless boys' hearts breaking could be heard in front of Xiujin's school gate.

The innocent and budding romance ended before it even began.

"Amamiya... Waaaaah!" Yuki Mishima let out a piercing scream, "You damn scumbag, popular guy, just explode already!!!"

Ryuji Sakamoto, who was standing nearby, quickly stopped him, "No! Mishima! You'll be looked at with disdain and disgust by the beautiful girl!!!"

Mishima Yuki felt a chill in his heart. "Then how exactly are we supposed to save those poor, innocent princesses from the clutches of the evil dragon?"

Ryuji Sakamoto looked dejected. "How do you know the princess will be willing to go back to the castle with the hero?"

“Because…” Mishima Yuki stammered.

Ryuji Sakamoto took out his phone and showed him the account "Akira Kurusu" on social media.

"Now, the dragon's cave not only houses a majestic and handsome black dragon, but also glittering treasures... I guess the princesses won't be returning to the mortal world."

While the boys were making noise, they didn't notice that a beautiful figure was carrying two burlap sacks and walking up the stairs with ease in the porch of the club building.

Noticing the commotion outside, the girl in school uniform carried a sack full of mud up the stairs and looked back in confusion.

But soon, she lost interest and continued busy moving things.

She was more concerned about the few cucumber plants she had just planted yesterday than about the high school students who were jumping around.

When will I finally meet someone who shares my love for plants...?

The girl sighed, then picked up the sack and quickly walked up the stairs.

They didn't even pant.

......

"Xiao Mu, didn't you participate in any club activities today?"

Wakaba Mutsu nodded.

"Nagasaki Motoyo didn't contact you?" Kurusu Akira asked, somewhat surprised.

Wakaba Mutsu looked puzzled. "I went straight to the student council after school."

Akira Kurusu simply reached into Mutsumi Wakaba's school uniform pocket and took out her phone.

If Ye Mu didn't stop her, she just stood on tiptoe with some curiosity and watched Kurusu Akira fiddling with her phone.

Akira Kurusu smoothly entered the password to unlock the phone, then opened Line and unblocked Nagasaki Motoyo from the blacklist—clearly, this was something Ms. Metathia had done secretly while Wakaba Mutsu wasn't looking.

The moment the account "Nagasaki Sosei" was removed from the blacklist, hundreds of unread messages flooded in.