On the streets of Shibuya, White Cat was looking around.
"What are you looking for? Cat food?" Sakurai asked.
"I'm looking for a way to relieve stress." White Cat observed her surroundings.
Someone who slept soundly during the day actually needed to relieve stress? Moreover, her method of stress relief was unexpectedly similar to his own. However, Sakurai relieved stress through games, while this one was even more excessive—not even treating street punks as human. She also seemed to enjoy entrapment and honey traps.
Given that there was nothing to do tomorrow, Sakurai went along with her. He was a bit bored and wanted to see blood flow like a river.
Half an hour later, Sakurai Saki and Hayasaka Meow emerged from the alley.
Behind them, wails could be clearly heard from over ten meters away—a truly horrific sight. They screamed until their throats were hoarse, but the boss of the Red Demon Group didn't come to save them.
"Is that enough?"
"It's even more relaxing than a hydraulic press crushing slime, meow~"
What a strange analogy? Sakurai didn't quite get it at first.
"Where's your home? I'll take you back," Sakurai asked.
"Let's go to your place."
Actually, that kind of fighting was less relaxing than this.
"?" Sakurai asked, puzzled. "Do you think I'm messing around with you just to get your body?"
"Meow?"
White Cat pressed Sakurai against the wall, a pleasant voice coming from behind her mask: "You're wrong, big brother. I want your body."
Sakurai Saki's face was full of black lines. He almost forgot—this one was actually a carnivorous older sister, not quite like ordinary girls.
"Big Brother!?"
Next to them, a loud sound suddenly erupted—so loud that ordinary people wouldn't speak like that. And the one who made that sound naturally wouldn't be an ordinary person.
Sakurai Saki looked in the direction of the sound and found a muscular man with coffee-colored skin.
Crap. It was one of the inferior demons he had met on the day of his first date with Hayasaka Ai.
Gabriel said she would deal with all the demons within two weeks, right? Sakurai knew the Heavenly Realm was unreliable. There was still such a big fish that had slipped through the net.
"Do you know him?" Hayasaka Meow was utterly confused.
"Big Brother, don't you remember me? I escaped from prison." The demon said with emotion. "It's a pity—a large group of our brothers were caught and sent to the Demon Realm prison. Only I escaped early and achieved enlightenment in the Dragon Field."
Hayasaka Meow leaned into Sakurai's ear. "Who is this? Looks like there's something wrong with his head."
Do you have the nerve to say that about him? Sakurai was even more speechless. These two present, even if you pieced them together, you couldn't make a single normal person.
"No wonder my subordinates kept running into trouble. Turns out it was your woman, Big Brother." The coffee-colored demon sighed. "Ah, Big Brother, you just had to tell your little brother. This is just a misunderstanding!"
He had read many books since his release from prison and realized that to get by in the Human Realm, one couldn't rely on just oneself—one needed to form gangs. So he had immediately found a delinquent organization, knocked out their leader with one punch, and taken the top seat. But before he could even settle in, he learned from a subordinate about the 'Night Heroine' who had been frequently appearing in Shibuya recently. He immediately thought of recruiting Hayasaka Ai—but Hayasaka Ai, in her White Cat personality, couldn't understand what others were saying and only knew how to fight. After some disputes, a feud was established between the two.
"What is your dream now?" Sakurai Saki finally spoke.
"...To buy a large order of fries."
"..." Sakurai was speechless.
You couldn't make a silk purse out of a sow's ear. These demons were beyond saving. The shameful Demon Realm had never disappointed Sakurai Saki. A demon like Vignette—who was even more angelic than an angel—could already represent the level of the Demon Realm.
Sakurai dragged Hayasaka Meow, preparing to leave.
"Big Brother, be careful. The one next to you is not an ordinary person." The demon suddenly spoke.
Such strange beings that had undergone peculiar changes were the most unpredictable. Demons had some understanding of the Human Realm. In the West, there were dragons and vampires. In the East, the Dragon Nation had severely suppressed mysteries decades ago, not allowing yokai to become spirits—but it was different in the Island Nation. Urban legends here could become reality, and the demons had investigated beforehand.
Sakurai Saki looked back at him.
So kind? The underworld customs were truly simple and pure. He must visit Vignette's hometown if he had the chance in the future.
As for the fact that the one next to him was not human—Sakurai had already known it. When Hayasaka Meow fought those punks, her hands hadn't even touched them, yet those people were knocked down. Excluding the possibility of faking injuries, that only left the possibility that she was not an ordinary person. If Sakurai were an ordinary person, he might really have been fooled by her.
"She is not an ordinary weird," Shinobu finally spoke.
She had been sulking since morning, seemingly because Sakurai had ignored her feelings while rolling around with someone else. But Sakurai Saki couldn't do anything about it. He couldn't possibly drag Shinobu along, could he? That would be too perverted, and Shinobu wouldn't agree either.
"Not a weird?"
"The scent is very familiar. You should just ask this White Cat girl directly." Shinobu finished, paused for a few seconds—"Doughnuts, three!"
"Got it."
If doughnuts could also be used to win her forgiveness, that would be great. Otherwise, if Shinobu got jealous every time he rolled around with someone else, that would be too difficult to handle.
"Is what he said true?" Sakurai asked.
"We'll talk about it when we get home," the cat sister replied.
She had originally thought Sakurai Saki was an ordinary person, but looking at the situation, he probably wasn't. Last time, when Sakurai had gone to the Shinomiya Family mansion, Hayasaka Ai had already been suspicious about it. Now, White Cat, who had inherited all her memories, naturally understood the situation at once.
Back home.
He pushed open the front door and changed into his indoor slippers at the entrance. Sakurai Saki walked in and put everything where it belonged.
"Can you tell me now?"
As the words fell, Hayasaka Meow took off her mask and baseball cap, revealing the face Sakurai Saki had seen countless times that day.
"Ai-chan?" Sakurai Saki was utterly shocked.
He knew it. There had been a strange sense of déjà vu yesterday.
"Yes, meow, it is." Hayasaka Ai replied. "She and I are different personalities. I can know about her affairs, but my memories won't be transmitted to her for now."
Sakurai Saki was stunned for a few seconds, then held his forehead and slumped onto the sofa.
In other words, the object of his romantic encounter yesterday was actually his girlfriend?
He couldn't accept it for a moment. His mood was very complicated: first shock and lingering fear, then inexplicable excitement and ecstasy, but finally, only a deep emptiness and dullness remained.
"I am a special weird formed by a being called 'Obstruction Cat' fusing with her powerful spiritual energy. Essentially, there is no difference between her and me." She said, revealing her cat ears and tail. A slender, flexible white tail twitched beside her hips.
"Spiritual energy?"
"Her daily life stores enough stress to crush any ordinary person. That stress mutated after 'Obstruction Cat' invaded her body, transforming into spiritual energy." Hayasaka Ai sat next to him and leaned against his shoulder.
"When she falls asleep, you come out?" Sakurai Saki guessed.
No wonder she said she slept during the day. Even the situation that morning—leaving so much money—suddenly made sense.
"Mm. I'm responsible for relieving her daytime stress. You can just think of me as Ai-chan's older sister."
Sakurai Saki looked at the ceiling. "What exactly is her job?"
"I can't tell you that. You need to ask her yourself." Hayasaka Meow replied.
Sakurai Saki roughly understood. Obstruction Cat—a possession-type weird, very weak. He had heard of it in urban legends.
"The same body, different personalities." Hayasaka Ai gently pushed Sakurai Saki onto the sofa. She threw her jacket aside. "You suddenly have two girlfriends. Are you happy?"
She leaned over him.
"Let's do it~ Big sister wants to relax."
"Does this really not count as cheating?" Sakurai Saki didn't make a move. Your memories aren't shared, are they? You just said you were Ai-chan's older sister!
"No."
Hayasaka Ai unbuttoned his shirt.
"But I think—"
"Are you a man or not?" Her voice dropped, dangerous and sweet. "It's practically in your mouth."
No man could endure that sentence.
Sakurai Saki flipped over and pressed her down onto the sofa with his arm.
"You horny cat." His voice was low. "Prepare to roll your eyes."