The Pass Loop looked like an ordinary ring, but it could pass through any obstacle. As long as it was placed on a surface, it created a straight passage through it. So when Kazuma and the others passed through the wall and emerged on the other side, nobody noticed them.
Anyone who experienced this ability firsthand would marvel at the item's magic. Although it wasn't as convenient as teleportation, Doraemon's gadgets were always as entertaining as they were miraculous.
After personally experiencing the sensation of walking through a wall, Yumenoki Seika was certainly amazed by the item's power. However, she found herself far more concerned about the relationship between Kazuma and Honami Aihara.
Ever since they came out, the pink-haired idol had been staring at Kazuma with a strange expression. She wasn't saying anything, merely watching him in silence.
The gaze was becoming a little uncomfortable.
Kazuma's lips twitched.
"What's wrong?"
"Are you very close with Honami?" Yumenoki Seika asked directly.
Murder? The Director? None of those things seemed as important as this question.
"What about you? How do you know her?"
"I'm the one asking you." Yumenoki Seika pouted. "We're both idols. Of course we know each other. She's also very popular and well-liked, but unlike me, she debuted with a pure and innocent image."
After saying that, she paused.
"She's cute, has a great figure, and has that pure idol appeal. Men probably love that kind of thing."
Kazuma: "???"
Why do your words sound so hostile? Did I offend you somehow?
"But who knows if it's all an act? Maybe she looks pure on the surface but is actually quite perverted behind the scenes."
Kazuma was speechless.
"Aren't you acquaintances? Is it really okay to talk about her like that?"
"We're just acquaintances, not friends. Besides, there are plenty of idols who become rivals in this industry."
Yumenoki Seika crossed her arms, pushing up her ample chest, and huffed.
"Master, you still haven't told me what your relationship is."
"Oh, we're not that close either. She's the apartment manager, and Mifuyu Yukino lives in her building. That's how I got to know her."
"Just that? If you aren't close, would she look at you like that? If you aren't close, would you take the initiative to help her?"
Kazuma immediately understood.
Deliberately slowing his pace, he walked beside Seika and flashed a teasing grin.
"Why do I smell jealousy? Seika, are you jealous?"
"Who's jealous?"
Yumenoki Seika tossed her hair and deliberately moved away from him, leaning closer to Rurikawa Tsubaki.
After making sure Kazuma couldn't see her face, the busty idol lowered her head, her expression becoming somewhat complicated.
Jealous?
She wasn't sure whether it was jealousy or anxiety, but she definitely hadn't felt good just now.
She had never reacted this way toward other women, not even Rurikawa Tsubaki. Even after learning that there were many women around her master, she had always remained calm.
But seeing that another idol knew Kazuma made her uneasy.
Especially when she noticed Honami Aihara's subtle attitude toward him.
It gave Seika Yumenoki an overwhelming sense of urgency.
"I'm just worried she'll steal my position. Steal my throne. After all, I'm the woman who's going to become the strongest idol. That's all it is————"
That's right, for her dream, for her idol dream. She absolutely couldn't allow Honami Aihara to surpass her.
Yumenoki Seika immediately began an intense brainstorming session, while beside her, Rurikawa Tsubaki glanced at her speechlessly.
The expression on your face already reveals everything you're thinking.
"Master, according to the Director, it's impossible to enter that place without a special guide. Although we already know the target location..."
Halfway through her sentence, Rurikawa Tsubaki suddenly touched her forehead.
She pulled out the Universal Pass from her pocket and smiled apologetically.
"Sorry. I forgot we had this."
"We won't need the Universal Pass."
To her surprise, Kazuma shook his head. His expression suddenly became cold and bloodthirsty.
"This time, we'll force our way in. I don't intend to let any of those people escape."
"Is that okay?" Rurikawa Tsubaki asked in surprise. "There are a lot of bodyguards inside, and they all have guns."
"That's exactly why we need to make a scene."
Kazuma sneered.
"And if we don't make it big enough, how can we properly scare them and teach them a lesson?"
"Today, we're storming the tiger's den alone."
According to the information they had obtained, the entrance to the underground amusement park was hidden inside an inconspicuous bar.
Naturally, there were several such entrances, as well as emergency escape tunnels.
To avoid alerting the enemy, Kazuma still used the Invisibility Cloak and the Stone Hat.
Tsubaki and Seika put on the cloaks and entered the passage Kazuma had created with the Pass Loop.
Stepping into the pitch-black underground facility, Yumenoki Seika found herself in such a place for the first time.
When she saw wealthy people wearing masks to conceal their identities while chatting happily over glasses of wine, her expression darkened.
Rurikawa Tsubaki's killing intent was practically overflowing.
As for Kazuma, he had already sentenced everyone here to death.
After a quick scan of the area, he searched for something and soon found his target.
According to the Director, the person in charge of this underground amusement park was a man named Ishikawa.
He was also the producer behind the underground SQ idols. Not only did he use them to curry favor with wealthy clients, but he also produced AVs specifically for sale.
The moment Kazuma located him, a cold smile appeared on his face.
"They're almost all gathered here..."
"Tsubaki, do it."
Boom————!!!
The explosion marked the beginning of the chaos.
Ishikawa was one of Young Master Boeyman's men. Since Boeyman had gone missing, this "playground" had suffered a major setback. However, because so many wealthy and influential people were involved, he had no choice but to grit his teeth and keep it running.
At least for now, it was still relatively safe. Moreover, with the support of those wealthy individuals, he felt somewhat reassured. The shadow cast over him by the events of that charity banquet had gradually faded. With the Boeyman Family backing him, even if someone discovered—
The next second, a terrifying explosion interrupted his thoughts.
As he watched the fireworks suddenly detonate and the unsuspecting wealthy guests suffer devastating casualties, Ishikawa's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.
"Where are the bodyguards?! Where are the bodyguards?!"
Explosions and gunfire echoed everywhere.
The masked elites who had looked elegant and refined just moments ago became corpses in the blink of an eye. Those fortunate enough to survive the initial blasts were hunted down one by one by Rurikawa Tsubaki, while the bodyguards who rushed out with firearms had their heads blown off by the sharpshooting maid all by herself.
A one-woman army?
This was practically a Musou-style massacre.
"Damn it! Who the hell are they?! How did they get in here?!"
Ishikawa couldn't understand it. How had they suddenly barged in out of nowhere? Was his stronghold being attacked by terrorists?
They even brought explosives.
When he caught sight of the maid through the smoke, cold sweat instantly drenched his body.
He could no longer care about those rich capitalists. Turning around, he immediately ran.
It was her, that woman, that devil.
He had not forgotten the fallen young lady who had appeared at the banquet—the terrifying Rurikawa Tsubaki. Ever since she chased after the young master, Young Master Boeyman had never returned.
"Ishikawa! What are you doing?!"
"Save us! Hurry up and save us! Where are your men?! Where the hell did they go?!"
"You're abandoning us and running away?! You useless piece of trash! Get back here!"
No one was spared.
Blood stained the ground crimson.
Rurikawa Tsubaki was like a terrorist, relentlessly bombing and gunning down everyone in sight. Thick smoke from gunpowder filled the air. Amid the bullets and blazing firelight, the masked guests collapsed one after another, while the bodyguards were systematically shot through the head.
Amidst the blood and flames, the maid outfit on the young woman remained spotless.
She looked beautiful.
Elegant.
Almost unreal.
Yet in the eyes of those present, she was a devil.
The most beautiful maid and the most brutal slaughter imaginable should never have fit together, yet reality stood before them.
Ishikawa did not even dare look back. He ignored the screams and curses behind him. At a time like this, who could worry about anyone else? Saving himself came first.
But soon, he stopped.
His expression turned grim as he stared at the corridor ahead.
A young man stood there.
It was him!!
Producer Ishikawa's face became even paler.
This was the other devil from the banquet.
The even more terrifying one.
Bang!
He suddenly drew his gun and fired, hoping to catch him by surprise. However, Kazuma merely tilted his head slightly and avoided the bullet.
Ishikawa looked as though he had seen a ghost.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
"Monster! Devil! Don't come any closer!!"
"Relax," Kazuma said with a smile and a shrug. "Having those wealthy people buried alongside you isn't such a bad deal, right?"
"No! Spare me! I know many of their secrets! I can tell you everything! All the dirt on those rich people is in my hands—"
"I don't need it," Kazuma replied. "They're already dead, aren't they?"
"And Boeyman! Aren't they your enemies? I have evidence of their crimes too! If you let me go, I can give it to you—"
"Evidence of crimes?" Kazuma chuckled. "What use is that? Besides, I'm committing crimes right now as well."
He spread his hands.
"Compared to dragging them into court, sending them to hell is much simpler and more direct. Don't worry. They'll be joining you soon. Not a single one will be left behind."
"Nooooooo—!"
Bang!
The one who fired was not Kazuma.
It was Rurikawa Tsubaki, who had caught up from behind.
Watching the last man collapse, the tension in her heart finally eased. Pursing her lips in mock disapproval, she said:
"Master, that was too dangerous."
"Yes, yes, I'll be more careful next time." Kazuma patted her head. "How did things go over there?"
"All the people wearing masks are dead, though some bodyguards managed to escape."
"They're just small fry. No need to worry about them."
The corners of Kazuma's lips curled upward.
"Though we're starting to look more and more like terrorists."
What do you mean 'starting to look like terrorists'?
We practically are terrorists!
Yumenoki Seika hid behind Kazuma, clinging tightly to him and not daring to move away. After witnessing everything that had happened, she couldn't help but complain inwardly.
Still, she had to admit it.
She felt a little admiration.
Miss Rurikawa was so cool...
*****
30+ advanced chapters are currently available on Patreon.
You can join at https://www.patreon.com/cw/Kushitsu
✨Advanced chapters and NSFW pictures are available on Patreon✨