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Kenzo desperately needed some rest, and he was taken to an apartment on one of the higher floors. It seemed that the three ladies lived together, which could be a bit of a bother. Kenzo wasn't particularly fond of crowds, but he knew it wasn't his place to complain.

Yuki wasted no time as they returned to the apartment. She skillfully removed the bullet lodged in Kenzo's body before expertly closing the wound. 

As she briefly glanced at his chiseled physique, she couldn't help but be stunned. 

His body was truly that of a Greek god, but Yuki knew she couldn't afford to get distracted.

Yuki had a plain face, with nothing particularly remarkable about her physical appearance, except for her slightly wider hips compared to the average woman.

Kenzo slowly opened his eyes, slight dazed by the bright lights in the room. 

"Y-You're awake!" Yuki exclaimed, backing off immediately. Kenzo had been awake for a while, but he didn't want to distract her from her work. The fact that he remained completely still despite having a bullet extracted from him showcased his high pain tolerance.

"Where am I?" Kenzo asked, doing his best to sound normal.

"H-HITOMI!" Yuki screamed at the top of her lungs, running away from the area. Kenzo couldn't believe how loud she was, considering they were in a three-bedroom apartment. He remained unfazed, even though his eardrums felt like they were about to burst from the noise.

Taking a quick scan of the room, Kenzo realized he was lying on a futon bed in what seemed to be the living room. 

Apart from that, the room was empty. 

Yuki was undoubtedly a dramatic woman, and something told Kenzo to keep his distance from her.

If only these ladies knew the kind of man they had unknowingly brought into their home, they would be scared shitless. However, Kenzo's good looks granted him a certain privilege.

Hitomi walked into the room, wearing a revealing outfit that was to be expected in the comfort of her own home. Kenzo couldn't help but notice her perky nipples poking through her sweat-drenched singlet. Her black hair was tied up in a ponytail, and he could tell she had been working out by the thickness of her thighs.

"Hey mister, you're alive," Hitomi pointed out, her gaze lingering on his attractive features. However, she wasn't one of those girls who would lose their common sense at the sight of an attractive person. It took more than that to fluster her.

"Do you have any family to call?" Hitomi asked, maintaining a distance from Kenzo. She didn't get too close, a wise choice considering she didn't know him. 

This showed Kenzo that she was self-aware enough to understand that despite his looks, he could potentially be a threat.

"Family? I'm afraid they're all dead," Kenzo responded, his expression turning solemn.

"Oh my, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..." Hitomi apologized, adjusting her body language.

"It's fine. I don't know how to repay you all for saving my life," Kenzo blurted out, his face filled with gratitude.

"I know..." Hitomi responded, walking closer to Kenzo. 

This indicated that she was no longer as cautious of him as she had been moments ago.

Kenzo had an inkling of what she wanted to ask, assuming it was a sexual favor, but she nervously twiddled her fingers.

"You can pay back with money, mister!" Hitomi said, observing that money wasn't his concern, given that no sane person would carry that much in their wallet.

Kenzo chuckled, unable to contain himself because this lady was a breath of fresh air. She wasn't driven by impulses or sexual gratification like most women he had encountered. 

Instead, she was motivated by the one thing that made the world go round — money.

"Hey! I'm serious!" Hitomi blurted out.

Kenzo knew they could use some money, judging by the state of the apartment. 

"I'm sorry, but we can discuss money when I'm feeling better, can't we?" Kenzo pointed out, he wasn't even at his best yet. 

"Geez, you're right. It's not like you're going to run away..." Hitomi paused, giving him a suspicious look. 

"... Right?" she questioned, squinting her eyes in suspicion.

"I cross my heart and hope to die," Kenzo said, momentarily forgetting about their conversation as he admired Yuki's excellent work on his wounds.

"I'm holding you to that," Hitomi said, but then he heard another set of footsteps.

Kenzo's gaze shifted from Hitomi to the source of the sound, realizing it was the remaining woman, Mizumi. 

She wore a white shirt that seemed to suffocate her breasts, and her calves were well-defined. However, it wasn't these features that caught Kenzo's attention.

It was her sizable posterior, but he understood that someone who trained their entire body to such a level of perfection would inevitably have such a feature. 

Mizumi didn't pay him much attention as she left the house.

Kenzo wondered how she managed to walk without compromising her posture with something so substantial hanging from her chest all the time.

"That's Mizumi. I know what you're thinking. No, she's not single, and yes, she will beat the living crap out of you if you try anything funny," Hitomi pointed out.

Kenzo was starting to realize that Hitomi might be the glue holding the household together. She was far friendlier than he had expected.

"Hahaha! I wasn't thinking anything like that. It's not every day you see someone who looks like that," Kenzo remarked, but this only made Hitomi glance at his own physique.

"I can see that you're no slacker yourself," she pointed out. 

Kenzo knew he had to be in peak physical condition for his job's requirements. He had to gain the favor of this woman if he wanted a chance to get along with the others, as he planned to make this place his temporary abode.

There was no way the underworld would suspect that the world's deadliest assassin was staying with a bunch of college girls.

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