19
It was all coming together, and Rean had managed to piece together what everyone else had missed. She realized that her father didn't want Kenzo to be killed, which was why he had tipped him off through the scheduled video call. That was the sole purpose of the call, and Kenzo had picked up on the signs.
"So you noticed, just as I expected from you, Rean," her father praised, not even attempting to deny it. He knew that Rean was not only a genius, but a genius among geniuses. Trying to deceive her would be futile.
"Why would you do something so reckless, father?" Rean questioned as she took her seat.
"Do you perhaps want to use him to kill the dons?" Rean pressed on, and her father let out a faint chuckle. "The dons are too powerful to be taken down by one man. What I seek is something far greater," he replied, dismissing Kenzo's inability to eliminate the dons and revealing that it was all part of a much larger scheme.
"Father, don't let your ambitions get you killed. You haven't made nearly enough money for me to live off of!" Rean barked.
"My caring daughter, always looking out for her old man," her father responded with a smile.
"That troublesome head of the Yakuza will soon catch on. He has always been a paranoid asshole," Rean pointed out.
"I was hoping he would make a move, but he has remained quiet," the boss acknowledged.
"Do you want me to take care of him?" Rean questioned.
"I couldn't ask my precious flower petal to do something so crude. And as you said, he's paranoid. It would put your life in danger," her father pointed out.
"Father, what is it that you truly seek? What could be worth all this destruction?" Rean asked, concern etched on her face. She understood the risks that came with such a grand plan.
Kenzo had caused chaos in the underground scene, but the fact that he was dispatching fellow assassins meant that their organization would face severe consequences.
"I want everything this world has to offer," her father responded sternly, his voice filled with unwavering confidence.
Rean stared at her father, finding his words to be quite cliché. However, she knew that he meant every word he said.
"You do realize that you cannot remain hidden forever. Your ambitions will also put us in danger," Rean pointed out.
"It all rests on that man. Will the dons discover my role in this, or will they be too preoccupied dealing with the monster I created for this very purpose?" her father pointed out.
Rean couldn't believe that this ambitious man was her father. He was far too driven for his own good, but it also explained how he could handle the top assassination agency in the underground.
This was why.
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Kenzo roamed around the house, his mind consumed with the need to uncover the true identities of these ladies. He couldn't bring himself to trust anyone just yet. It all seemed far too convenient to be a mere coincidence. However, as he explored their rooms, all he found were the typical items one would expect in a girl's living space.
Mizumi's room stood out from the rest, adorned with obscene pictures of demons plastered across the walls. Even foreign rock band posters were not exempt from the demonic theme.
She certainly lived up to her unique appearance, but Kenzo couldn't have predicted such graphic imagery in her room. It hinted at a certain perversion within her, but why demons specifically?
As he dived deeper into his investigation, Kenzo stumbled upon a pink dildo tucked away in one of Mizumi's drawers. This discovery led him to conclude that she must engage in more self-pleasure than actual sexual encounters. Or perhaps her boyfriend was simply failing to satisfy her needs.
A mischievous grin crept across Kenzo's face. He had found his target. Mizumi's fascination with demons suggested that she would have no qualms about opening her legs for one.
Lost in thought, Kenzo gazed at his own reflection in the mirror before him. He was undeniably human, possessing a face and a beating heart.
Yet, there was something within him that yearned for chaos and destruction. The time he spent in hell had affected him more than he had anticipated. He realized he had become more prone to violence and injuries. It was as if his body instinctively sought out pain, willingly putting itself in harm's way.
His contemplation was abruptly interrupted by the growling of his stomach.
"That's right, I haven't eaten," Kenzo muttered to himself as he exited Mizumi's room. Leaving it exactly as he found it was a simple task for him, as he was accustomed to removing evidence in his line of work. He made his way to the kitchen in search of sustenance, and the aroma of the food he warmed up filled the air, teasing his senses.
The scent tantalized Kenzo, promising a potentially divine experience. However, his expectations were about to be shattered.
The moment he took a spoonful of the food and placed it into his mouth, his entire body revolted. It felt as though his system was on the verge of shutting down.
Kenzo hastily spat out the repulsive bite, unable to comprehend how something so disgustingly unappetizing could even be prepared. It tasted like what he imagined a witch's spell would be like, concocted in a gigantic cauldron.
"How are they still alive?" Kenzo pondered in disbelief. If this was the type of sustenance they had been consuming, there was no logical explanation for their continued survival.
He knew it would be impolite to discard the food, so he discreetly disposed of it by flushing it down the toilet. There was no way he would subject himself to that poisonous concoction.
However, he did notice some ingredients in the kitchen that could be used to whip up a meal.
Kenzo possessed cooking skills, deeming them a necessary survival skill in his line of work. With a disgruntled smile on his face, he began to prepare his own meal, determined to satisfy his hunger with something far more palatable.
The kitchen became his domain as he worked his culinary magic, all the while keeping an ear out for any potential disturbances. After all, he knew that what came with this, especially when living with three college girls.