My Constitution Is Very Sensitive

Dreams were supposed to be wish-fulfillment fantasies. Downton should have been honing the ability to take on a hundred enemies here.

But for Downton...

If he had to work hard even in his dreams, wouldn't that make him a corporate slave?

Being a corporate slave was impossible. Rest time was meant for resting.

During the day, he was constantly strolling through hails of bullets. If he wanted to practice, wouldn't real combat practice during the day be better?

As for dreams, weren't they about overcoming the deaths of the day?

I avoid death by going around it, so I get to live. That's also a way of defeating death!

Thinking that, Downton lowered his raised arm and looked around.

Although this incredibly realistic dream had interrupted his sleep.

Still... no one said he couldn't get a good night's sleep in a dream, right?

The first time, he had died on the bus, so he got off early.

The next time, he died in the middle of the battlefield between the Dimitrov Family and Sabatino's family. No matter what, he wasn't heading that way!

With that in mind, Downton walked some distance from Gotham Bus Station and found a park with fairly nice scenery.

He followed a path into the woods, picked a sufficiently shady tree and patch of grass, then happily lay down.

Sleeping in a dream?

That was truly an experience he had never had before!

Before he knew it, who knew how much time had passed? Downton let out a comfortable breath.

He looked around. There was still grass and greenery everywhere, so he really had slept in a dream?

"Buddy, time to wake up. It's already dark in the dream, and all the times I died during the day have passed!"

He patted his face, then opened his eyes again.

This time, he was indeed lying in a deluxe room at the Kane Hotel.

Throwing back the covers, Downton looked at the three women lying side by side on the floor. The three of them were sleeping quite soundly, drool running from around the things stuffed in their mouths.

Walking past the three women, Downton went to the full-length mirror in the dressing room and examined his physique.

Before today, he had been neither fat nor thin, with no excess fat and not much muscle either.

Now, though, his muscles were far more defined. His pectorals and glutes, in particular, had grown by much more than a little.

After raising his arms in a bodybuilder's back pose, Downton got down on the floor and began doing push-ups one by one.

Originally, he could do forty standard push-ups in one go. After forty, his arms would barely have any strength left.

But now...

"One hundred seventy-two... one hundred eighty-six... two hundred four... two hundred... sixty!"

It was not until he had done two hundred sixty standard push-ups that the soreness gradually caught up with Downton. He was truly delighted with his talent.

If all he had to do was sleep in a dream to avoid death and grow stronger, why would he fight and kill in his dreams? Wasn't reality shitty enough already?

Getting up from the floor, Downton took a pleasant shower in the bathroom.

After showering, he got dressed, walked over to the woman who had awakened, and removed the hair dryer binding her hands.

With her hands free, the woman hurriedly began untying the other cords. But seeing the gun tucked into Downton's waistband, she ultimately said nothing.

By the time Downton had dried his hair, the woman had freed the two massage girls as well. Downton then took out his remaining two thousand dollars and stuffed the money into the massage girls' bras.

"Thank you, boss. Wishing you and your wife a happy life~"

"Boss is generous! May your dick still be rock hard at eighty~"

The two massage girls hurriedly offered their blessings after receiving the money, then began packing up their belongings, seemingly naturally but actually at lightning speed.

In just a moment, the two massage girls stood by the door and waved at Downton and the female homeowner with smiles.

"If you don't have any other requests, we'll be leaving now~"

"If you have other requests, you can request us again. We're Number Sixteen and Number Thirty-Six~"

"Quit with the 'now.' You two are shaking. Get out of here.

Oh, and thanks for your hard work last night."

Downton waved to the two women, and they immediately bowed in farewell.

"Not at all, not at all. Goodbye, boss!"

"Goodbye!"

As soon as they finished speaking, the two women bolted through the door and sprinted straight for the elevator.

Only after the elevator doors had closed did the two massage girls cling tightly to each other.

"That was terrifying. I can't believe someone could be that bold!"

"Yeah! What kind of bedroom play involves electrical cords? Cords are the least sexy thing ever!"

"It was a robbery, right? It had to be a robbery, right? And after robbing someone, he actually called us over for a massage!"

"He even ordered one for... the woman being robbed. He was weirdly considerate!"

Leaving aside the inner turmoil of the two massage girls, after they left, Downton drew his pistol and pointed it at the expressionless woman.

Facing Downton's gun, the woman's mouth drooped helplessly.

"You don't need to point a gun at me. I thought about it all night, and I understand now.

Whether you want my money or my body, I'll do whatever you say, as long as you don't kill me like you didn't last night."

With that, the woman flung aside the sheet covering her body and lay spread-eagled on the bed.

"I'm right here. Do me if you want. If possible, try to be gentle. My constitution is rather sensitive.

If you only want money, then my bag is in the wardrobe. There's around four thousand in cash and two Wayne Bank cards inside. The passwords are..."

"Enough."

Downton cut her off, then walked over to her side.

After lightly patting her butt, Downton tossed her clothes onto her.

"Put your clothes on, then take me to get something to eat. Since you got a room here, let's go to the hotel restaurant. It's close."

"Whatever you say."

After rolling her eyes, the woman picked up her clothes and sat up. Once she was dressed, she took Downton to the Kane Restaurant for a meal.

While eating, the woman nervously looked around. She thought she had spotted several suspicious people.

Noticing her gaze, Downton stuffed a croissant into his mouth and tapped his fork against the plate.

"No need to keep looking. They're all here to catch me.

Sneaking in last night was one thing, but today I'm not even wearing a hat. It would be strange if security at a hotel like this couldn't recognize me."

"But... you don't care?

Or am I your hostage? Are you planning to use me to threaten them later?

I... I was tied up by you all night, and I even bought you breakfast. You should at least... take a little care of me."

The woman grew even more nervous. Though she had accepted the fact that a criminal had broken in and taken control of her, she really did not want to embarrass herself in front of too many people.

What if she got scared later, cried off all her makeup, and then appeared like that on the TV news...

How would all those little bitches who worked under her at the company look at her!

As for dying?

She had survived a situation like last night. She was practically taking it for granted that Downton would not kill her.

Across from her, amused by what the woman had said, Downton speared a piece of fried egg with his fork and stuffed it straight into her mouth.

"Does this count as taking care of you? Haha!

Don't overthink it. After this meal, we'll never see each other again. I hope you never get kidnapped again.

After all, if other kidnappers take you, they won't just sleep beside you for a night."

"You didn't sleep with me!"

"Hm?"

"Even though it's embarrassing, you didn't sleep with me at all. Do you not like women?"

"Don't be so confident, buddy. I'm done eating. I'm leaving!"