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Mindy and Dave left, and no one else came calling for the rest of the night. Things finally quieted down.

Hayato dozed for a while. When he woke up, dawn had broken.

Hayato called room service and had someone bring over his dry-cleaned clothes.

After washing up,

room service arrived just in time.

Hayato opened the door and froze for a moment. Delivering the meal was a youthful, gorgeous redhead with features that fit Asian beauty standards perfectly. And her figure... in her past life, she must have sold flour to be carrying two bags that heavy on her chest in this one.

Such a beautiful woman was actually a waitress at a three-star hotel.

It was not that Hayato had any prejudice against waitresses.

Making a living through honest labor was never shameful.

It was just that modern society cared a lot about looks. Beautiful people received special treatment wherever they went.

Hayato naturally assumed there was something suspicious about the woman's identity.

Investigate!

He had to investigate deeply and thoroughly!

But soon, Hayato began doubting himself. Had he become so sensitive that everyone looked like a spy or secret agent to him?

There was not a single sign that this redheaded woman had undergone training. Her breathing, heartbeat, and pupils all indicated that she was merely an ordinary woman with excess hormones who needed her pipes unclogged.

So... she really was on the menu?

Should he have a taste?

With an entire world separating them, surely he would not get caught sneaking around...

Sigh~

Hayato sighed inwardly. So what if he had nearly become a god?

He still could not control what was below his waist.

Hayato's eyes slowly shifted into the Byakugan state. Their gazes met, and he read the blonde woman's memories.

Uh~

Hayato really did