Chapter 384: 384. Labubu dolls 2
"Yeah, Labubu dolls. That’s what Sad Mat specializes in, after all! But what bothers me is why my husband doesn’t want me anywhere near the boxes he brings home. It just doesn’t make sense," Loona explained, her brow furrowing.
I kept my expression perfectly neutral, masking my internal shock. I hadn’t known my brother Akira’s company manufactured those trendy, bizarre-looking plush dolls. I had assumed Sad Mat was just another generic corporate front.
Without breaking character, I simply nodded. "I see. So what exactly is your husband’s main role at Sad Mat?"
Loona remained silent for a long moment, thinking it over. "To be honest, I don’t really know. Sometimes he’s stuck at the office. But after almost every major export, he’s the one receiving late-night calls about whether the cargo traveled safely. I’ve overheard him giving orders—he always sounds incredibly cautious, almost paranoid, when it comes to the shipments."
Extra cautious? It was one thing to be protective of a legitimate business, but a bad gut feeling settled in my chest. Why would a high-ranking member of Tokyo’s most infamous criminal syndicate be acting so meticulously strict over the distribution of trendy, ugly plushy dolls?
There was definitely a deeper conspiracy at play, one that tied together my ex-wife Karen, my brother Akira, and the Shinigami.
Leaning down, I pressed a gentle kiss to Loona’s forehead. "Thanks for the information. The next time he brings home one of those sealed boxes, I want you to steal a doll for me."
She let out a sharp, sudden gasp, her eyes widening in sheer disbelief as she stared up at me. "What? Asher, Josh will kill me if he finds out!"
I brushed a thumb over her cheek, my voice dripping with absolute confidence. "I told you, he’s nothing but a pest I can squash with my bare hands. I’m watching over you. Trust me, I’ll always be there to protect you."
Bound by her newly minted 100% loyalty from the taming process, Loona found herself entirely compliant, her doubts melting away under my gaze. She nodded softly. As much as I wanted to stay wrapped up in her arms on the couch, time was of the essence. I stood up, slid into my trousers, and fastened my belt before leaning down for one last parting kiss.
"See ya."
She waved back at me, still lying beautifully bare against the couch, using her open gown as a blanket.
I gave her a wicked wink. "Don’t let Josh see that... ruined fabric, alright?"
She looked down at the couch, catching sight of the copious, slick mixture of my cum and her own pussy juices staining the leather. She let out a breathless chuckle. "I’ll wash it straight away."
With that, I turned and walked out of her apartment, pulling myself together instantly. My posture was straight and serious, showing absolutely no sign that I had been ruthlessly fucking another man’s wife just minutes prior.
But the moment I stepped into the dimly lit corridor, my passive senses caught the faint, silent patter of bare feet rushing across the floorboards. A split second later, the clicking sound of a door closing echoed from an apartment not far from Loona’s.
My heart hammered against my ribs for a fraction of a second. Had the tenants returned early? No, that was impossible—it was barely 2:00 PM.
Whoever it was, I just hoped to hell they hadn’t been standing out there eavesdropping on Loona’s loud moans or our after sex talk.
Instead of investigating blindly, I kept walking until I exited the main complex and headed back to my private guard quarters. I went straight to the security monitors, pulling up the feed from the hallway’s hidden CCTV cameras to see exactly who else was lurking in the building.
The camera captured a lone woman leaning heavily against the inside of her front door, panting slightly as if she were terrified someone might bust in. I recognized her immediately. Though I had never spoken to her in person, she was always cooped up in her room—the wife of another low-level syndicate worker.
From her tense posture and guilty expression on the monitor, there was absolutely no mistaking it.
"She heard us," I muttered to myself, glaring intently at the screen. "But how much did she actually hear?"
Although the system hadn’t granted me a milestone reward for taming Loona, the fact l had sex with her gave me a decent amount of Pleasure Points. My current total sat at just over 300 PP.
It was a meager sum compared to the hundreds of thousands of points I used to effortlessly farm back in the fantasy world, but it was just enough to fuel some basic skills here on Earth.
Part of me considered sneaking into the unknown woman’s apartment right then and using mnemomancy to completely wipe her short-term memory. But a colder, more pragmatic thought stopped me. Pleasure Points were incredibly scarce in this realm without a massive fantasy harem at my disposal, and using magic now would be a waste of resources.
I decided to let her stew in her anxiety for now while I focused on the immediate task at hand: getting some food and preparing for my nightly surveillance.
After a thorough shower to wash away the sticky love juices coating my skin, I changed into a pair of black cargo pants, a matching hoodie, and a fresh pair of white sneakers. Pulling the hood up over my head to obscure my face, I stepped out of the guard house and strolled toward the bustling market district, my hands shoved deep into my pockets.
I hadn’t gone two blocks before my peripheral vision caught a subtle movement. Two young punks standing near an alleyway nodded at each other, immediately tracking my path and falling into step behind me.
One of them pulled out a phone and began speaking rapidly into the receiver. I recognized the guy instantly—he was the ringleader of the pathetic thugs who had attempted to jump and rob me in an alleyway last week.
"The Shinigami lackeys," I noted mentally, maintaining a steady pace as if I hadn’t noticed a thing. "I hope they brought their seniors this time. It wouldn’t be a bad idea to see what kind of firepower and fighting skills their upper management is packing."
To be continued....
