Usually Naoki was the one harassing women. Now, seeing Yakumo doing what he did during Time Stop, it felt quite annoying to just watch without being able to join in.
Naoki watched Yakumo grope Saki again without guilt. Her hands moved skillfully, exploring areas that should be private, while Saki just resigned herself with a flat expression—though occasionally her hand swatted away, but ultimately gave up on the other party's persistence.
(What a pervert. But... why does it feel like looking in a mirror?)
Naoki shook his head. Not wanting to continue being a silent spectator, he immediately accessed «Golden Hour» and «Decimal Point» in the Qliphoth Tree diagram.
He raised his right hand with a dramatic pose, index and middle fingers pointing at the ceiling, while his left hand covered one eye—a typical chuunibyou pose.
*SHUA!*
Temporal power exploded outward, spreading within a 300-meter radius with Naoki as its axis. Instantly, the steam rising in the bathhouse stopped moving, water ripples froze into a glass surface, and most importantly—Yakumo and Saki were locked in their positions.
Yakumo froze just as her hand was about to grope further, while Saki was trapped in her characteristic flat expression.
Without wasting time, Naoki stepped forward and entered the frozen hot spring pool. As soon as his foot touched the water, he canceled Dimensional Displacement mode. The water ripples that had been static now only responded to his movements alone.
(Okay, do it quickly.)
He approached Yakumo and directly pulled the Fifth Unit Commander's nape. Without preamble, Naoki kissed her.
Their lips met. Naoki opened his mouth slightly, his tongue slipping in—a brief French kiss that only aimed to take a saliva sample. Unlike his brutal kisses on Bell or Ren, this time he did it quickly and efficiently.
Naoki was completely uninterested in women who had "rainbow community" tendencies like Yakumo. For him, this kiss was just a technical transaction. As soon as he felt Yakumo's saliva was sufficient to trigger the process within «Pandemonium», he immediately broke off their lip contact.
Naoki separated himself with a quick movement, even wiping his lips with the back of his hand, as if he had just touched something unclean and wanted to immediately get rid of it.
"SRING!"
The Qliphoth Tree diagram appeared behind him. The seventh slot, A'arab Zaraq, emitted a dim light indicating it had been filled with a Peach Blessing!
"Three empty slots remain. I'll think about it later. Today I've already copied three Peach Blessings at once, that's enough to burden my mental state if pushed further." Naoki muttered while stabilizing his breathing.
Wiping his lips once more, Naoki glanced at Yakumo briefly. That woman was still frozen in her perverted pose, completely unaware of what had just happened.
"Enjoy the rest of your time, Ezo Yakumo. I'll excuse myself."
Naoki opened a black portal at the bottom of the pool right under his feet. He let gravity pull him into that wormhole, disappearing from the Fifth Unit headquarters as quickly as he arrived.
As for Tokoyama Saki? Naoki didn't even glance at her twice.
It must be said, Naoki's aesthetic standards had risen since his relationship with Tenka and other beautiful girls. A girl with an ordinary appearance like Saki was no longer able to arouse his interest, even just to flirt.
*CLICK!*
A few seconds later, the Time Stop duration expired.
"Hm?"
Yakumo furrowed her brow deeply. She felt a strange sensation on her lips, a taste that wasn't unfamiliar but she couldn't remember when she got it. She touched her own lips, her eyes sweeping around the bathhouse warily.
However, she found no anomalies. Steam was still rising, and Saki was still in front of her with a sleepy face.
(Maybe it's just my feeling because I was too enthusiastic teasing Saki.)
So, Yakumo continued satisfying her sexual deviance on Saki.
"Sa~ki~ Now it's the lower part's turn~"
"Commander, I'm serious about reporting."
"But Saki, Onee-san loves you~"
"I don't need love from a sexual harasser."
"Mean! So mean! But Onee-san still loves you~"
Saki sighed in resignation—an expression that didn't change at all, but somehow looked tired. Her hand trying to hold back Yakumo's assault grew weaker, and in the end, she resigned herself to her fate as a victim of the Fifth Unit commander's madness.
"See? In the end Saki always gives up~"
"...I'll record all this and report it later."
"Go ahead and report! But before that, first enjoy Onee-san's attention~"
Yakumo's laughter echoed in the bathhouse, mixed with water splashes and small groans from Saki who was trying to stay quiet.
The two women continued soaking, unaware that a few seconds ago, time had briefly stopped and a man had stolen a kiss—and a Peach Blessing—from the Fifth Unit Commander.
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On the other side, Naoki didn't immediately leave the Mato dimension to return to the real world. His desire to experiment burned his curiosity; he wanted to immediately test the Peach Blessing he had just copied from Yakumo.
Somewhere in Mato.
"Ezo Yakumo awakened a powerful Peach Blessing, «Night Storm», which is Air Manipulation, huh..."
As a veteran otaku since middle school, Naoki fully understood how tremendous the potential of Air Manipulation was if applied correctly.
"Yakumo herself has developed her ability to an impressive level—capable of creating tornadoes that can pulverize a city, launching wind slashes as sharp as razors capable of splitting steel, and most enticing, flying!"
Naoki couldn't contain his excitement when thinking about that word.
Flying was one of humanity's greatest dreams!
History recorded so many pioneers who risked their lives to conquer the horizon until the creation of airplanes. But now, Naoki had the ability to do it organically, without any external tools.
"Well, let's begin."
Naoki activated the A'arab Zaraq slot. Under his precise control, the wind around his feet began swirling, lifting his body slowly from the ground surface.
It should be noted, «Pandemonium» not only perfectly copied Peach Blessings but also the target's level of proficiency and experience. So, Naoki's level of mastery over «Night Storm» was equivalent to Yakumo's!
"Ha Ha Ha...! So this is what flying feels like? Very enjoyable!"
In just seconds, Naoki was already a thousand meters above the ground surface. He flew weaving between Mato's static purple-colored clouds.
Strong wind gusts hit his face, pulling his hood back. His handsome face was exposed, with messy white hair blown by the wind and dark red eyes glittering with adrenaline.
"With the current proficiency level, I'm capable of flying at a maximum speed of Mach 2."
Naoki wanted to try it. Before that, he needed to prepare himself first.
At high speeds, inhaling air became very difficult because air moved too fast to enter the lungs normally. He had to create a "pocket of still air" around his face to be able to breathe.
*WHOOSH!*
Immediately, Naoki flew at full speed.
At this speed, air friction with the atmosphere created tremendous heat. He had to envelop himself with a layer of high-pressure cold air to avoid burning.
Not only that, Naoki shaped the air around him into a very sharp and dense cone like a jet fighter's nose. He actively split air molecules to prevent a sonic boom that could destroy his own internal organs.
*WHOOSH!*
A white line shot across Mato's sky, leaving a trail of air vortexes behind it. From below, it looked like a meteor flying across the sky.
"THIS IS LIVING!"
He flipped his body in the air, spinning like a torpedo, then suddenly braked by creating a wind wall in front of him. His body stopped in an instant, suspended at altitude without any assistance tools.
He floated there, feeling his racing heartbeat. His breathing was slightly labored—not from fatigue, but from pure excitement.
"Mach 2... That's faster than commercial passenger planes. Almost touching fighter jet speed."
Naoki extended his hand, feeling the wind spinning in his palm. Air that was previously invisible now felt so real—could be shaped, controlled, becoming an extension of his own body.
"If I combine it with «Decimal Point»..."
His eyes narrowed, calculating possibilities.
"10x amplification means my speed could reach Mach 20. But at that speed, my body must be strengthened first with «Crazy Sheep», otherwise I'll shatter to pieces before I can enjoy it."
He shook his head.
"Later. For now, just enjoy this basic level."
*WHOOSH!*
Naoki shot off again, this time not in a straight line, but performing acrobatic maneuvers. Loopings, barrel rolls, sharp dives then vertical pull-ups—all movements usually only done by fighter jet pilots, he now did with his bare body.
He flew past Mato's characteristic giant rock formations, following deep canyons, then suddenly emerged to the surface and shot across the gray desert.
In the distance, a group of Shuuki could be seen wandering.
Naoki smiled.
"Attack trial, huh?"
He hovered above that Shuuki horde—about twenty of them, various sizes. They hadn't noticed his presence yet.
Naoki raised one hand.
His palm clenched.
Below him, air began spinning. A small vortex formed in the middle of the Shuuki horde, then quickly grew—sucking dust, rocks, and Shuuki bodies into its center.
The Shuuki shrieked, but their voices were drowned in the wind's roar. That tornado grew, reaching 50 meters in width, stretching from the ground to the sky.
Naoki watched from above with a flat expression.
"One tornado at this level can already destroy a city block. And Yakumo can produce several at once."
The tornado subsided after a few seconds. What remained on the ground was just a pile of Shuuki bodies shattered to pieces—twisted, cut, torn apart by the wind's force.
"Efficient. No need for physical contact, no need to get close. Just by controlling air..."
Naoki gazed at his own hand.
He was silent for a moment, contemplating the implications of the power he had just acquired, but that contemplation didn't last long.
"Ah, whatever. I'll think about it later."
*WHOOSH!*
He shot off again, continuing his flight over Mato.
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One white silhouette shot across Mato's sky, leaving a thin contrail that split the horizon. That extraordinary speed inevitably attracted the attention of Anti-Demon Corps members patrolling below, including some of Naoki's acquaintances.
"Kyouka-san, what just passed by?"
Wakura Yuuki, currently in his slave form with a transformation resembling a combination of dog and Shuuki, looked up in wonder. He had just finished slamming a Shuuki to the ground when that white flash passed overhead.
"Maybe the Commander or Yakumo. Among the Anti-Demon Corps, only those two can fly."
Shifting her gaze back to the battlefield, Kyouka swung her katana with elegant movements, slashing the Shuuki horde around her with ease.
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