Tokyo: My Superpower Refreshes Every Week-Chapter 58 Human Diversity (Asking for Follow-Up Read)_1

Chapter 58: Chapter 58 Human Diversity (Asking for Follow-Up Read)_1

「Noon at the Ayase Apartment.」

The Morimoto residence.

Morimoto Chiyoda switched off the electric stove, her jet-black hair tied in a single ponytail, her fair forehead covered in fine beads of sweat.

She took the vegetables from the pan, picked up the plate, turned around, and called out, "Aozawa, it’s time for lunch."

Morimoto Chiyoda placed the plate on the kitchen counter. With her right hand, she unfastened her white apron and hung it aside. Then, she turned on the tap, washed her hands, and dried them with a paper towel.

The balcony’s sliding door opened, and Aozawa strode through the living room. He wasn’t wearing a shirt; he had just been outside swinging a bamboo sword and was sweating profusely.

They say men crave women’s bodies.

In truth, women can crave men’s bodies too.

It’s just that most men don’t have what it takes.

Aozawa happened to have it.

His muscles were as fluid as water, very much in line with feminine aesthetics—strong and toned without being overly bulky.

Morimoto Chiyoda’s eyes swept over his chest muscles and eight-pack abs. The well-defined lines, mixed with sweat, made her throat a bit thirsty.

This brat is definitely trying to seduce her on purpose!

Aozawa walked up to the kitchen counter and plopped down on a high stool. Covering his chest protectively with his hands, he said, "Chitose, stop it~ Rein in that look a bit."

"Heh, as if I don’t have an impressive chest myself," she retorted with a cold smile, crossing her arms. This simple gesture suddenly gave her white shirt a wild power, as if the buttons were about to burst.

This move caught Aozawa’s attention. He secretly cheered for her buttons, praying they’d pop off.

Seeing him gaze intently, Morimoto Chiyoda smiled.

She worked hard to maintain such a sizzling figure precisely for him to admire.

Pleased with Aozawa’s reaction, her tone lightened as she said, "Let’s eat. It’s the last day of the holiday; we’ll have some ice-cold beer."

"Vacations go by so quickly!" Aozawa sighed.

It was Sunday, and Monday was just around the corner.

He had no idea what superpower he would get next.

But his Time Suspension would definitely be significantly weakened. It would no longer last for an hour.

Aozawa still felt a bit of regret.

"Don’t get too carried away with having fun. Relying solely on the Jade Dragon Flag won’t get you a direct spot at Tokyo University. You still need to pass exams. The Jade Dragon Flag championship only provides bonus points," Chiyoda advised him like an elder, taking two cans of chilled beer from the refrigerator.

She set one in front of him and held onto the other. Her red-nailed index finger hooked the tab. POP! The beer can opened, and she raised it to her vibrant red lips.

Aozawa shrugged. "Of course, I’m aware. Don’t worry, I’m positive I’ll win the Jade Dragon Flag this time."

As long as his superpower didn’t disappear, Aozawa was confident he could set the highest solo record in Jade Dragon Flag history.

Of course, he wouldn’t pin all his hopes on his superpower.

What truly gave Aozawa peace of mind, what he could truly count on, was his own body. It wasn’t some superpower that appeared out of nowhere and could potentially disappear just as quickly.

To him, the superpower was just an aid.

「In the afternoon, at a coffee shop in Shinjuku.」

Ayatsuki Ayaka leaned on the table, completely disregarding how her ample "mountains" pressed against it, a heavy burden for the brand-new tabletop.

"My view count is so low! I don’t even have a hundred subscribers despite working so hard. Do I simply lack the talent to be a fashion blogger?"

She complained about the difficulties of her part-time job. Her large eyes swept across Tama Chan and Takahashi Saeko, who were seated opposite her. Then, her gaze rested on Miyahara Kaoru beside her, filled with an eagerness that clearly showed her urgent need for her friends’ comfort.

Tama Chan took a sip of coffee and laughed. "Why do you cover your face? As a fashion blogger, you definitely need to show your face to get viewers."

Takahashi Saeko said with a smile, "Iroha, don’t tell me you’re shy and afraid to show your face to netizens?"

"As a seasoned Hot Girl, how could I possibly be shy?"

Ayatsuki Ayaka, who despised being told she couldn’t do something, immediately sat up straight. With a serious little expression on her face, she stated, "I’m afraid I’m too pretty; it would damage the confidence of the girls watching my short videos. Think about it, if I showed my face, they would feel that the outfits only look good because of the blogger’s exceptional beauty, not because the clothes are well-coordinated."

Miyahara Kaoru helpfully reminded her, "Iroha, you know, most of the people watching these kinds of videos are guys."

Ayatsuki Ayaka’s brow furrowed slightly.

Although her academic performance wasn’t very good, she knew perfectly well that as a fashion blogger, she showcased women’s fashion, which had absolutely nothing to do with men’s apparel.

Would guys really watch these short videos?

"Kaoru, stop joking, I’m broadcasting women’s fashion!"

Tama Chan leaned back in her chair and laughed. "Kaoru isn’t joking. Girls watch for the fashion; guys watch for the fashion blogger’s figure and looks. Some men even comment or directly message fashion bloggers, offering high prices to buy the stockings, tops, or even underwear the bloggers have worn. Used ones are best."

"No way!"

Iroha’s eyes widened. She couldn’t believe such people existed.

Tama Chan’s smile faded as she explained, "There are quite a few men with that interest. Among the boyfriends I’ve had, some were into my used stockings. The more sweat on them, the more excited they got. Under the influence of hormones, even the smell of sweaty feet can become an exotic fragrance that excites them."

"Maru, so your feet smell?"

Tama Chan was a bit speechless at Iroha’s focus and reminded her, "Don’t forget, Iroha, I’m a member of the Track and Field Club. When it’s hot, I have to run constantly in shoes, so my feet are bound to sweat. It’s normal for them to smell sweaty.

"I remember last summer, after running thirty kilometers, you could wring so much sweat out of my stockings it was like they’d been soaked in water. My boyfriend at the time specifically waited to mix that sweat into his milk tea and drank every last drop."

"That’s disgusting!"

"That’s true dedication."

The churning in Iroha’s stomach was interrupted by this remark. She turned, her eyes wide, and said, "Kaoru, you really don’t find that behavior disgusting?"

Miyahara Kaoru retorted, "If someone doesn’t even dare to drink your foot sweat, are they qualified to say they love you?"

"I remember he even used his tongue to wash my feet. It was quite comfortable."

Tama Chan had countless boyfriends. However, the ones who left a lasting impression on her possessed a level of perversion beyond an ordinary person’s imagination.

"Let’s change the subject."

Takahashi Saeko, not wanting to continue discussing such perverted matters, asked, "Iroha, did you get in touch with Aozawa during the break?"

Ayatsuki Ayaka fell silent at the question. Apart from inviting him on a date at some unspecified future time, they hadn’t chatted at all.

She was focused on preparing short videos for her fashion blog, wanting to earn money and go on dates; she had no time to think about such things.

But reality was not as she had imagined.

She hadn’t earned a single cent. ƒreewebɳovel.com

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