Chapter 45: Sister Toki, Would You Like to Drink My Milk?
"You can't run away!"
"Stop!"
"The woman stays—kill the child!"
Bang! Bang! Bang!
More and more Mafia men in black suits flooded into the street, guns drawn, sneering as they surrounded Roy and Amatsuki Toki.
"A beautiful woman with a son? The Godfather will love this gift," said a man in a burgundy suit, his eyes glinting maliciously as he stared at Toki.
"What should we do?" Toki asked nervously, tightening her grip on Roy's hand.
"Don't worry, I'm here." Roy's voice was calm, but his eyes were cold. "Hide inside the house first."
He stepped forward, shielding her with his body.
These bastards—mistaking him and Toki for mother and son was one thing, but daring to covet her? That was unforgivable.
Roy's expression darkened. He could already feel the blood pounding in his ears. He wanted to kill them all.
The ground trembled, but Roy remained still, standing in front of Toki with his sword drawn.
He was strong, his defense formidable, but his training in swordsmanship was still young. His body wasn't yet tough enough to slice through bullets, only endure them. In the chaos of gunfire, he couldn't guarantee Toki safety—so he needed to think clearly.
"W-What's going on?" the man in the burgundy suit stammered as the ground shook harder beneath them.
"B-Big brother! Over there!" one of the lackeys pointed, his face pale.
In the distance, a colossal figure appeared—over ten meters tall, carrying a massive sword on his shoulder.
"Redding!!!"
The giant bellowed and swung his blade. The gust of wind it created was like a storm.
The sword crashed into the street with a thunderous boom, splitting the earth open. Rocks and debris flew everywhere as the shockwave tore through the Mafia ranks. Blood sprayed in all directions as bodies fell in heaps.
"Where are you going? Keep playing! I want to have a word with these Mafia scum!" Redding roared.
He swung his sword again, sending men flying like leaves. Then he grabbed the man in the burgundy suit and dragged him toward a nearby building.
He left only a few words of instruction for Roy before vanishing from sight.
Toki blinked in shock, her body still trembling from the impact. "He… he's really something."
Roy smirked. "That's Master Redding for you."
Then he looked up at her, leaning lightly against her side. "Come on, let's buy clothes for Sister Toki first, then pick up some food."
Toki smiled faintly and rubbed his hair. "Alright."
The two of them turned away from the carnage, heading toward the nearest women's clothing store as if nothing had happened.
Behind them, the street was littered with blood and shattered weapons.
Roy took one last glance over his shoulder at the Mafia corpses, then looked back down at his floating cards.
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While he and Toki browsed through clothes, Redding was crouched somewhere nearby, quietly guarding them like a protective beast.
Meanwhile, Roy examined his [Transcendent Beauty (Purple)] card again.
No wonder she said I looked delicate… this card must be meant for women.
The description confirmed it:
[Transcendent Beauty (Purple): A Beauty Who Travels Across Time and Space.]
If he used it as-is, it would change his appearance into something more feminine.
"Can't this be changed?" Roy muttered.
[Consume 500 intimacy points to reverse the card's gender. Do you accept?]
His eyes widened. "You can do that? Accepted!"
At once, the card shimmered. Toki's image disappeared, replaced by Roy's red-haired figure standing proudly beneath a starry sky.
[Superb Appearance (Purple): A Handsome Man Who Travels Through Time and Space.]
The effect remained at 80%, but now the phrase handsome man felt far more satisfying than beautiful woman.
More importantly, he wouldn't have to worry about looking like a delicate girl anymore. That was a relief.
"Can I increase my card slot count?" Roy asked the system quickly.
Silence.
"What are the conditions to unlock more slots?"
Silence again.
"Can being with Amatsuki Toki reward me with a card slot?"
[Yes.]
"…Figures."
Roy sighed. So that was it—the system didn't reward money or grind. It rewarded relationships.
If he could truly confirm things with Toki in the future, he'd gain a new slot.
He grinned. "Then I'll have to test that theory."
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"Does this look good?"
Toki emerged from the fitting room wearing a short black dress.
"It looks great!" Roy nodded quickly, though his eyes kept drifting toward the nearby shelves stacked with stockings.
She frowned slightly. Something about that look didn't feel right.
Without a word, she turned and went back to change.
Moments later, she came out wearing a light yellow dress. Roy shook his head. "Can't see the legs…" he murmured.
Toki kept changing outfits while Roy quietly observed. Every now and then his eyes would brighten, glancing at the black, white, and purple stockings on display. Some styles got a nod, others a shake of the head.
Finally, Toki returned to her original outfit, several shopping bags in hand.
As they left the shop, she noticed Roy's subtle glances. He definitely stared at the black stockings multiple times…
There's no way I'm wearing those! she thought, covering her face.
Roy, meanwhile, carried the bags and admired her legs from the corner of his eye. Whether she wore stockings or not, he couldn't lose either way.
After all, smooth, fair legs were beautiful enough on their own.
Still… black stockings had their own kind of charm.
It's visual art! he thought.
Naive as she was, Toki had no idea what was going through his head.
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"Hey, there's a milk shop over there," she said suddenly, patting his shoulder playfully. "Roy, you're still growing—want to get some?"
"Sure. Let's buy plenty." Roy's expression stayed perfectly innocent as he walked toward the shop.
After all, what was wrong with a man drinking milk?
He'd loved milk since childhood—and as an adult, he still would. Each stage of life had its own flavor.
Ahem, he told himself, bottled milk, obviously.
Before long, Roy returned with a small cart loaded with boxes of bottled milk.
He held one clear glass bottle in his hand, sipping through a straw as the creamy white drink sloshed inside.
Then he looked up at her with a bright, almost angelic smile.
"Sister Toki, do you want to drink my milk?"
"It's delicious—want to try?"
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