Walking side by side with Garen, Kalifa felt extremely uneasy.
Her steps were unsteady, her fair cheeks flushed hotly. She kept her head lowered, not daring to look directly at Garen beside her, yet she occasionally stole glances at him.
The usually calm, forceful, razor-sharp Kalifa now seemed more like a nervous young girl.
In Kalifa's mind, Garen was not only a renowned Shichibukai, nor merely an unrivaled powerhouse capable of stirring up the world. He was also an incomparably noble Celestial Dragon—the "master" of a CP9 agent like her.
According to the brainwashing education used to train CP9 agents, dedicating oneself to a Celestial Dragon was precisely the awareness every CP9 agent ought to possess.
Therefore.
Although Kalifa had lured Garen into speaking privately only to request assistance on behalf of CP9, she had no choice but to seriously consider a question:
Once they got to the room, if Garen, truly tempted by her, wanted to do something indescribable with her, would she...
Be able to refuse?
Though Kalifa was skilled at using her charm and carried the seductive aura of a mature woman in every gesture, she herself was a combat-oriented agent who followed the "tough guy" path. She had no practical experience in such indescribable matters.
Faced with such a complicated and difficult choice, Kalifa could not help but fall into the same nervous confusion as a young girl.
At that thought, Kalifa unconsciously slowed her steps.
"Didn't you ask me to chat? Why are you walking so slowly?"
Garen's somewhat displeased urging immediately reached Kalifa's ears:
"Time is tight. Let's hurry up!"
"Is it, is it really that urgent?"
Kalifa nervously adjusted the glasses on her nose, and the flush on her face deepened several shades.
"Of course it's urgent!"
Garen grew a little agitated and