Chapter 86: Silver Soul, Earth Arc

In the bathroom, surrounded by drifting steam, Okakura Takeyori washed away the sticky film from her body and let out a sigh of satisfaction. After the heat of the water washed over her, her mind, too, had settled down.

When she stepped out of the bath and returned to the room, she saw that Gin had remained in the same humiliating posture as before, face-down on the bed with his backside jutting up into the air. Feeling a little embarrassed, Okakura Takeyori coughed softly, then walked over and pulled out the object lodged in Gin’s rear.

With a faint pop, Gin’s backside seemed to deflate, slowly sinking down.

“Gin-san...” Okakura Takeyori lowered herself and leaned close to his head.

“Are you angry with me?” she asked.

Gin slowly turned his head. He stared at Okakura Takeyori with a blank gaze; a second later, his expression darkened, and he yanked the bath-towel-clad girl beneath him.

“...” Okakura Takeyori and Gin stared into each other’s eyes.

“Angry, huh? Of course I’m angry, Gin-san is very angry. Why are you always so stubborn? Last night you practically gave me a full-body fracture, you know?” Though he said that, Gin pressed his forehead against Okakura Takeyori’s and rubbed against her gently, their breaths gradually mingling.

“I’m sorry,” Okakura Takeyori said with a soft laugh, while at the same time her hand slipped downward and狠狠 pressed at the source of his discomfort.

“Ah!” Gin cried out and clutched his backside, toppling over.

Okakura Takeyori flipped over and pinned Gin beneath her. Straddling his waist, she lightly patted his face and said teasingly, “Go take a bath. I’m making lunch, and it’s already noon.”

With that, Okakura Takeyori got up, slipped on her robe, and left the room.

Gin lay quietly on the bed. Looking at the light seeping through the gap in the curtains, then at the white sheets beneath him, he couldn’t help but smile.

A noon like this doesn’t feel so bad either...

More than ten minutes later, Gin came out of the room wrapped in a bath towel, steam still rising from him. In the living room, lunch was already laid out on the table by Okakura Takeyori.

“Strawberry milk!” The instant Gin saw it, he lunged toward it in excitement, grabbed the glass, and drained it in one gulp.

After drinking, he licked the corner of his mouth and looked at Okakura Takeyori with a peculiar expression.

That look made her scalp tingle. Uncomfortably, she said, “What? Why are you looking at me like that?”

Gin’s mouth curled upward, his eyes and brows bending into a shameless grin. “Every time I come here, you’ve got strawberry milk ready. What’s this? Have you been plotting something against Gin-san from the start?”

Okakura Takeyori’s face flushed red at once. “What are you talking about? I like drinking it too, it’s not like you’re the only one who likes strawberry milk! And quit raiding my fridge every single time, you bastard!”

“What do you mean by ‘what are you talking about’? You even slipped up there.” Gin chuckled and leaned in closer. He blew lightly toward her face, sending a rich strawberry-milk scent across her cheeks.

“And besides, we’re already in that kind of relationship. What’s the big deal about checking the fridge? You’ve seen me naked already. This is an equal trade,” Gin said with a laugh.

“What kind of devil’s equal trade is that? You’ve taken advantage of me so many times!” Okakura Takeyori said, half ashamed and half angry.

“Then...” Gin suddenly wrapped both arms around her: “From now on, I’ll slowly pay off the debt with my body. But during the repayment period, you have to cover Gin-san’s strawberry milk. You know, without sweets I have no strength.”

Who exactly is the creditor here?

“All right, now that you’ve finished your strawberry milk, hurry up and eat. And after the meal, wash every bowl and plate properly. If you don’t, I’ll pull out your thing and shove it into your thing.”

Okakura Takeyori looked up at him with a smile as she spoke.

Terrifying! Cold sweat poured down Gin’s back. He immediately let go of Okakura Takeyori, sat at the table, devoured lunch, and then washed every bowl, plate, and pair of chopsticks until they shone.

Sitting on the sofa, Okakura Takeyori turned on the television and found a familiar face on the screen: Madao, who was taking part in the well-known prize quiz show on Edo Great Television, Millionaire.

“What are you watching?” Gin asked, having finished the dishes and come over as well.

“Isn’t that Hasegawa?” Gin raised an eyebrow in surprise. “No way, that guy actually made it on TV? Can he even answer those questions? If he can win a million, then Gin-san can make a hundred million yen, hahaha.”

By the end of the show, after several convulsions, collapses, and spurts of blood, Hasegawa had somehow managed to win the million. The thick stack of cash made Gin’s eyes go wide.

“No... no way!”

Gin was stunned.

The Hasegawa on television was completely different from the usual one. How on earth did he know the answers to those bizarre, outlandish questions?

At that moment, Gin-san received a contemptuous sidelong glance from Okakura Takeyori.

“What’s that look for? Seriously, Gin-san is telling you, if even Hasegawa can get on TV and win a million, then if it were me I’d definitely make a hundred million. For real! And I’m running a handyman business too. Once I turn it into a chain, a hundred million yen will be nothing, hahaha.”

Gin had clearly started boasting with a thick tongue.

Okakura Takeyori’s gaze only grew more disdainful. “Gin-san, face reality.”

“Right, since we’re already talking about money, let’s have a proper discussion.”

Okakura Takeyori crossed her legs and lifted her chin, and Gin instantly felt that her aura resembled Vulcan Takeyori from two years later.

“Huh? What?” Gin asked blankly.

“What do you mean, what? Obviously you need to work hard and earn money! You useless curly-haired loser!” Okakura Takeyori smiled as she reached out and grabbed Gin’s bath towel, tugging him toward her.

She touched her own stomach, then fixed Gin with a dark, unreadable stare.

“Since we already did that last night, from now on you’re mine.”

Cold sweat streamed down Gin’s back. He felt that something about the roles in the conversation between him and Okakura Takeyori was seriously off...

“Since you belong to me, then from now on work seriously. I know you still have Kagura and Sadaharu over there. And Nobita... I mean, what about me? Still, in that case you even more need to work hard, buckle down, and become a proper adult, Gin-san.”

Okakura Takeyori spoke with a smile, but the black aura behind her had grown so dense it was practically swallowing Gin whole.

“I-I understand! I’ll work hard! Please don’t worry about the money!” Gin said, drenched in sweat.

“Gin-san,” Okakura Takeyori called him again.

“Is there anything else, Director?” Gin asked cautiously.

“Want to do it again...?”

Okakura Takeyori leaned in close to his ear and whispered softly.

“Huh?!!! Is that okay? Is that really okay?!!” Gin shouted in shock, though the corners of his mouth were already lifting with delight.

“Although my principle is never to sleep with the same person twice, if it’s you then it’s fine.”

Saying that, Gin was about to throw himself at Okakura Takeyori.

She blocked his advance just in time. Looking at him, she smiled and said, “Before that, how about restoring my living room to its original state? Once it’s fixed, we can talk about this.”

“...”

Gin slowly turned and surveyed the living room.

Last night, when he forcibly broke free of the iron rings, the bomb had exploded. It had only been a small one, but it had still blackened the walls, floor, and ceiling of Okakura Takeyori’s living room. Her cabinets, flowerpots, and other things had been destroyed as well. Of the entire room, only the television and sofa remained intact.

Gin turned back to look at Okakura Takeyori. She blew softly into his ear.

“This is the deposit, Gin-san. If you fix the living room...” Her hand slid slowly down Gin’s chest and stopped at his navel.

“If you fix it, I’ll do anything for you.”

Gin’s eyes shone. “Anything? Go! Death Mask!”

He immediately burst into what could only be called Golden Saint mode. He ran back into the room to change into his kimono, then set about repairing Okakura Takeyori’s living room.

He dashed out to buy a pile of construction materials, then worked quickly to mend the cabinets, wipe the tiles clean, cover the walls with fresh wallpaper, and finally drew back the curtains and opened the window so that the evening sun could spill into the room he had restored.

Ssshh, ssshh. Gin even sprayed a few bursts of air freshener.

“Well? Smell this. Look at that sparkling shine.” Gin sniffed the fragrance in the air and said, “Perfect. Even I’m impressed with myself.”

“...”

Okakura Takeyori looked over her newly transformed living room and raised an eyebrow.

To be honest, she was a little surprised. Watching Gin excitedly pacing in circles around the room, she couldn’t help but complain inwardly: How many times has this guy done carpentry? How did he repair my living room so smoothly?

“So... now, can we? Weren’t we just saying that, as long as I fixed it, Gin-san could do whatever he wanted?”

Gin spread his hands wide, the grin on his face growing increasingly sleazy.

Okakura Takeyori also smiled. “Gin-san, I said you could do anything.”

“That’s right, anything! So hurry up, let’s play a punishment game. You’re the patient, I’m the doctor...” Gin rubbed up to her side, his thoughts already drifting in dangerous directions.

Okakura Takeyori’s smile deepened. “Gin-san, I said anything, but I never said who.”

“Huh?...”

Gin froze at once.

“So...” Okakura Takeyori leaned in front of him, curled her lips, and revealed a sinister smile that sent cold sweat pouring down his back: “Gin-san, let’s have a good punishment game today too. I’ll satisfy you.”

“Aaah!! Stop it, please be gentler with Gin-san!”

In Edo that day, snowflakes fell in a bitter wind, and Gin’s pitiful cries still rang out loud and clear.

Thank you very much for the three consecutive lightning-strike gifts, Saxi. Kiss, kiss.