"Misunderstanding! It was a misunderstanding!"
Gojo Satoru and Suguru Geto hurriedly let go and anxiously explained themselves.
"Now's my chance!"
Sawa seized the opportunity and suddenly launched an attack, knocking both of them down in two moves.
"I win!"
Satoru and Geto lay sprawled on the ground, their faces full of indignation.
"That doesn't count! You ambushed us!"
Gojo Sawa spread his hands. "The battlefield doesn't care whether it was an ambush or not. If I'd been an enemy, you two would already be dead!"
"Hey, don't lecture us with such a straight face!"
"What? Don't tell me you're planning to go back on your word? No cheating on the bet!"
At that, Satoru and Geto's faces turned deathly pale.
Suguru Geto timidly raised his hand. "Um... can we change the bet?"
"No way!"
Gojo Sawa crossed his arms in refusal.
He glanced at Suguru Geto's thoroughly resistant expression and grinned.
"Geto, as long as you honor the bet, I can sell Playful Cloud to you at a low price. It's worth one billion, but I'll give you fifty percent off!"
Suguru Geto immediately stood up. "A gentleman's word is his bond! How could I possibly cheat?! Satoru, you should be ashamed of doing something like that too, shouldn't you?"
Gojo Satoru: "..."
Funo District, a department store.
Ieiri Shoko followed behind Gojo Sawa in confusion.
"Sawa, when you said there'd be something good here, did you mean an anime convention?"
Shoko watched the anime characters coming and going, wondering whether she should take a photo with them.
The corner of Gojo Sawa's mouth curled up. "No. I meant something even better!"
Ieiri Shoko blinked. "Sawa, do you realize your smile looks really sleazy right now?!"
"...Does it?"
Shoko nodded firmly. "You look exactly like some shut-in peeking through a hole in the wall at a beautiful girl changing clothes, then taking out a camera to secretly snap photos with ill intentions!"
"What kind of bizarre comparison is that?"
The corner of Gojo Sawa's eye twitched. He vigorously ruffled Shoko's hair. "Enough nonsense. Just wait—you'll be just like me later!"
Ieiri Shoko wore a dejected expression, clearly unconvinced.
Apart from cigarettes and alcohol, she wasn't interested in anything.
"Whoa!!!"
At that moment, wave after wave of astonished cries erupted from the crowd.
Countless cosers, passersby, photographers, and social butterflies all swarmed over.
At the center of the crowd, two figures stood out exceptionally.
Gojo Satoru was one meter ninety tall, while Suguru Geto was well over one meter eighty. Among a crowd whose average height was under one meter seventy, they stood head and shoulders above everyone else.
But that wasn't even the main point.
Their outstanding looks made them perfect for cosplay.
One was a white-haired catgirl maid, and the other was a black-haired catgirl maid. Their looks were stunning, their figures tall and slender, and their long legs in black stockings were slim and straight.
For a moment, they captivated countless young men and women.
"Hello, hello! Can we take a commemorative photo?"
"I'm a photographer. Could I take a set of photos?"
Gojo Satoru was already thoroughly accustomed to this kind of situation.
"Everyone, don't push! Take it slow!"
"Holy crap! A male cross-dresser!"
"A guy... That's even more exciting!"
"Husband... No, wife, wife!"
"This one's a guy, so that means this one..."
Faced with everyone's gazes, Suguru Geto, experiencing this kind of scene for the first time, looked awkward and uneasy.
He timidly raised his hand. "Um, I'm a guy too!"
"Gasp~"
The crowd collectively sucked in a breath.
The coser girls all felt somewhat inferior.
One would have been acceptable, but now there was another. Apart from lacking breasts, their looks and bearing completely crushed the girls.
What kind of world was this?
If you like this woman so much, why don't you come and be her yourselves!
Gojo Satoru put an arm around Suguru Geto. "Don't be so nervous. Things have already come to this, so we might as well let loose and have fun!"
Under Satoru's guidance, Geto, after a bit of self-hypnosis, gradually began to let himself go as well.
"One, two, three, cheese!"
The two of them smiled so sweetly and charmingly that it was almost dazzling. Every pose they struck was more coquettish than the last.
Second floor.
"Pfft... hahahahaha... Those two... those two... pffthahahahahaha..."
Shoko was nearly laughing herself to death.
Gojo Sawa silently pulled out a magenta camera and recorded this amusing scene.
"I've got embarrassing dirt on Geto too!"
Shoko raised her eyebrows when she saw this and hurriedly pulled out her phone, snapping ten pictures in rapid succession.
Tokyo Jujutsu High, office.
Masamichi Yaga silently looked at the photos Shoko had sent him.
In the pictures, catgirl Satoru and catgirl Geto were striking coquettish poses, apparently having a wonderful time.
Masamichi Yaga fell deep into thought, repeatedly wondering whether there was something wrong with his eyes.
He took another look—
Yep, there really was something wrong with his eyes.
They'd been blinded by the sheer awfulness!
"I'm getting old. I just can't understand what young people are thinking anymore!"
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