Aoyama Orphanage?
Eri Kisaki frowned, thinking hard.
There was no such orphanage in Beika Town.
She picked up her phone and called her assistant, Kuriyama Midori, asking her to check.
The reply came quickly: there was no record of an Aoyama Orphanage anywhere in Tokyo.
Of course not.
Ishikawa Takeshi had completely made it up.
Eri hung up and adjusted her golden-rimmed glasses, her sharp mind already piecing things together.
The boy had been wearing ragged, blood-stained adult clothes that smelled of seawater, and he'd turned up in the streets of Beika with a backstory that didn't exist.
It was suspicious.
Could there be some huge secret behind this child?
A moment later, she laughed at herself, rubbing her forehead.
What was she thinking? This wasn't a case out of a mystery novel. Surely such a cute little boy wouldn't lie to her.
Maybe he'd just gotten the orphanage's name wrong.
In the end, it didn't matter.
If he remembered, great things would go more smoothly.
If he didn't, well… she had enough influence and connections to handle it anyway.
Right now, his opinion mattered most.
Eri walked over to the bed with a gentle smile, leaning down slightly.
"Takeshi, if you don't want to go back to the orphanage, would you be willing to live with Aunt Eri?"
As she bent forward, two buttons on her blouse popped open.
Eri Kisaki's presence was… difficult to ignore.
When you gaze into the abyss, the abyss also gazes into you.
Ishikawa Takeshi now understood that saying perfectly.
This woman's kindness was… overwhelming.
Honestly, this system of his didn't seem so bad after all.
He rubbed his nose.
"Yes, I'm willing!"
Eri's eyes lit up instantly, her joy genuine and overflowing. It was a happiness far greater than winning any high-profile case in court.
She stepped forward and hugged him without hesitation. If it wouldn't have been too sudden, she might have kissed him right then.
"Aunt Eri, Aunt Eri! Clothes… I don't have clothes!"
Still clutching the thin quilt, Takeshi looked helpless.
Eri chuckled. "Ah, I almost forgot. It's alright Aunt Eri will find you something to wear."
Without putting him down, she carried him out of the bedroom with practiced ease, as if she'd done it before.
His face ended up pressed against her, and
Duang. Duang. Duang.
Warmth. Comfort. Safety.
…Maybe being a Succubus Shota wasn't so bad. His strength had dropped, sure, but there were… other perks.
That was, until Eri pulled out a pink frilly dress.
"No! Absolutely not!" Takeshi backed away, still wrapped in the quilt. "Aunt Eri, whatever you're thinking absolutely not!"
Eri, still smiling, said sweetly, "It's not that I don't want to give you other clothes. It's just that I only have my daughter's dresses here. Put this on so you don't catch a cold, alright?"
Takeshi's eyes narrowed. "I'm a boy. Even if I die, even if I jump off this building, I will never wear a girl's clothes! Crossdressing is impossible. Not in this lifetime!"
Eri sighed in disappointment. Such a cute boy would have looked adorable in a dress.
She put it away and waved her hand lightly. "Alright, alright. If you don't want to, you don't have to. I'll have someone bring you boys' clothes. Rest here I'll make you breakfast."
She pulled out her phone to place the order, then walked off toward the kitchen, humming in high spirits.
Takeshi's expression darkened instantly. In the anime, Eri Kisaki's cooking was nothing short of… lethal.
He needed to get out.
The apartment was huge five bedrooms, one living room, 280 square meters. In Tokyo, that was an enormous luxury.
The woman was rich. Very rich.
And living here under her care… well, it had its perks.
But the thought of her cooking made him shudder.
He tiptoed toward the front door, hesitating for a moment as memories from earlier came back softness, warmth, and… suffocation.
Yes, meeting Eri Kisaki had been lucky.
But for now, escaping her cooking was the top priority.