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In short, the agents in the neighboring rooms wore strange expressions, the men looking frustrated. The only two female agents kept going to the restroom, walking pigeon-toed.

But—

The scene in Hayato's room was completely different from what they had imagined based on the sounds.

Hayato sat on the carpet, still watching South Park.

As for Kate—

Her clothes were perfectly neat, not a bit disheveled. Sitting on the edge of the bed like a rooster stretching its neck to crow, she made all sorts of sounds that could easily be misunderstood.

That's right!

Wall slams, pile drivers, spinning helicopters, rockets launching—all of that happened only in Kate's mind.

While reading her memories, Hayato had also cast an illusion on Kate.

By now, those people probably had another item in their assessment of Hayato: susceptible to feminine charms, and formidable! They considered it another one of his weaknesses.

And if he had a weakness, he could be defeated!

Presumably, those watching Hayato could relax a little and settle down.

The soprano performance lasted an hour. Hayato took a hot shower and changed his clothes.

As for Kate, Hayato had put her to sleep. After all, she had performed for an hour. Tiring!

He headed out.

Hayato found several doors next door wide open. Single women occupied the rooms, gazing at him affectionately, just short of inviting him outright.

The other female employees at the front desk were also smiling suggestively.

"Don't clean my room for now."

Kate was still asleep inside.

"Of course, god of war." The receptionist lowered her head and giggled.

Hayato: ...

Wasn't the hotel supposed to have good soundproofing? Why did it feel like everyone knew?

Speechless, Hayato