Filth

Ueno was once sent by Nakiri to monitor Jilan, and since they came together this time, they might also be monitoring someone.

That's what Jilan thought, but Ueno was enraged by those words.

Judging from Jilan's words, he considered him to be an accomplice of that nasty woman, Nakiri. He hated her the most, and if it weren't for the fact that she had an invitation, who would want to act with her!

"I wouldn't spend all my time spying on others! You're the one who's a pervert who spyes on others!" Ueno shouted angrily, then added smugly, "We're going to the I-Island Expo, and commoners like you don't have a chance of getting an application letter, hahaha!"

Although the ship was heading towards IIsland, only a small fraction of the passengers had invitations. Most of them simply wanted to transfer at IIsland to visit the nearby Hawaii Island; they had no intention of entering the islands and were not eligible to do so.

Ueno assumed Jilan was the same way, and... this guy even brought a female companion, how utterly depraved!

"Sorry, if you're referring to the invitation to the expo, I happen to have one here." Jilan said calmly, taking the invitation out of her inner pocket, gesturing to Ueno, and then putting it away again.

"Ugh...!" Ueno choked for a moment, his face turning red with anger as he exclaimed, "How come even someone like you managed to get an invitation?!"

"Guess."

Jilan replied casually, ignoring Ueno, and picked up her knife and fork to begin eating.

Ueno was about to say something when Nakiri's voice suddenly came over, "That shorty got humiliated again, how satisfying!"

She stood in front of the booth, holding a plate of steak, smiling and looking Ueno.

"You wretched woman, Nakiri, what kind of sarcastic remarks are you spouting all day long!" Ueno gritted teeth, then suddenly wrinkled her nose, sniffed Nakiri's scent, and said with a strange expression, "Hey, why do you smell so sweet and milky? What did you sneak a bite of?"

Nakiri unfazed, calmly taking a sip of red wine. "That's my natural scent. A greenhorn like you could never have that."

"That must be the smell of you in heat, you stinky woman! There's no way I could smell like that!" Ueno gritted her teeth and retorted, turning to look at Jilan, who was engrossed in her meal, and Nakiri, who was holding a steak. She swallowed hard, snorted, and dragged Tsukimi Machi to the food counter. "I don't have time to deal with you guys right now. I'll fight you three hundred rounds after I've filled my stomach!"

"Who on earth is causing trouble here..." Jilan Jiyu shook their heads helplessly and buried their heads to continue eating.

Nakiri watched Ueno flee in disarray, smiled smugly, and said to Jilan, "Jilan- kun, you don't mind me sitting here, do you?"

You're deliberately trying to drive her away, aren't you...?

Jilan said expressionlessly, "Please do as you wish."

Nakiri sat down and immediately noticed Ibara Shiozaki, who was sitting quietly eating inside Jilan's restaurant, seemingly unaffected by the argument that had just attracted attention.

"You must be Shiozaki- kun. I saw your performance at the Sports Festival, it was great!" Nakiri said with a smile to Shiozaki.

Ibara Shiozaki did not respond.

Nakiri, unperturbed, continued, "I really envy you, being able to act alongside Jilan. Yaoyorozu was complaining to me earlier that Jilan rejected her invitation this time..."

Ibara Shiozaki's steady movements were broken by Nakiri's next words.

"And if I'm not mistaken... you two probably share a bed, right?"

"I'm going back," Ibara Shiozaki said calmly, standing up.

It wasn't because her words stirred something within her, but rather... because she had already finished the food on her plate.

Jilan naturally had no objections. Watching Ibara Shiozaki's departing figure, she helplessly said to Nakiri, "Secretary Nakiri, even though we're just sharing a room, who knows what might happen?"

Just as Nakiri was about to speak, Hisako Arato, dressed in an office lady outfit, hurriedly ran into the restaurant, instantly pinpointed Nakiri's location, and ran towards him.

"Erina- sama!"

Nakiri looked up at Hisako and asked curiously, "Hisako, why are you so slow? It shouldn't take long to tidy up the room, right?"

"Erina!" Hisako Arato whispered in her ear, her face flushed, "I found something filthy in the room!"

"Huh?" Nakiri a little confused. "Can't we just clean up the dirt? Besides, we're staying in a luxury suite, there shouldn't be any mice, right?"

Nakiri "filthy things" for things like rats and cockroaches.

"That's not it!" Hisako shook her head vigorously, her face flushed, glancing warily at Jilan sitting opposite her, and secretly showing off the oval-shaped object she had been holding in her hand. "There's something in the room...!"

Erina Nakiri blushed instantly from her neck to her face, steam even rising from her hair. She stammered, "Hisako, are you sure you're not seeing things? That kind of thing... why is it in the room?!"

Looking at the flushed faces of the two women, master and servant, and the pink tinge that inadvertently peeked out from Hisako's palm, Jilan roughly understood what they meant by "filth."

Jilan coughed and said, "Ahem, I think you haven't seen the handbook the waiter left you yet, right? The things you've been discussing should be recorded in small print on the last page..."

Erina Nakiri frequents such places, and the information in those booklets is mostly the same, so she wouldn't bother reading them. As for her secretary, Hisako, she has been specially trained in the relevant knowledge, and unless there are special circumstances, she won't bother to carefully read through those boarding instructions.

Upon seeing Jilan's reply, Nakiri instantly realized that those items must also exist in his room. In that case, they should be standard equipment on the cruise ship, rather than some crew members deliberately making trouble. Her mood calmed down a little.

Nakiri, his face flushed, and said, "Hisako, I understand. You can go eat first. We can discuss this further when I get back to my room."

"I understand, Erina!" Hisako blushed and glared at Jilan before leaving reluctantly.

Nakiri and Jilan both fell silent; they weren't close enough to discuss sex toys.

Jilan finished the last of the foie gras in two bites, wiped her mouth with a handkerchief, and said with a smile, "Secretary Nakiri, if there's nothing else, I'll be leaving now. After all, there's someone else waiting for me in the room."

"Are you waiting for me to use those items?" Nakiri, for some inexplicable reason, blurted out what was on his mind.

Jilan was a little embarrassed; how was she supposed to respond to that?

"I'm sorry, I misspoke." Although Nakiri's face was still flushed, he quickly regained his composure, taking a sip of red wine to moisten his throat. "I was just joking, please don't take it seriously."

"Ah, I can't possibly take that seriously..." Jilan stood up, smiling, and said, "Then let's part ways here."

Just as Jilan turned to leave, Nakiri suddenly spoke up, "1523, that's my room number."

Jilan's heart skipped a beat. What did it mean to be told the room number? Was it like exchanging business cards, trying to get her to reveal her room number?

"...1206." Jilan didn't say anything more.

After Jilan left, Ueno, Komachi, and Hisako returned one after another and sat in the seats where Jilan and the others had just been.

"What? That pervert Jilan really ran away. He doesn't dare to go against me, does he? Hahaha!" Ueno was somewhat disappointed, but still laughed triumphantly.

"Has Jilan left...?" Tsukimi Machi, who had been keeping her head down and not daring to look at anyone, raised her head and complained about her inability to speak.

Erina Nakiri put down her glass, picked up her knife and fork, cut a piece of steak into small pieces, and put a small piece into her mouth.

"As expected, it's still really hard to eat..."

Nakiri sighed, then without even flinching, he sliced the steak into pieces and put them into his mouth.