Saiyans Forbidden from Crossing Worlds to Steal Jobs Ch. 28

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Impossible!

Dame da!!!

So, when finals ended, when summer break arrived, even if she was a thousand times unwilling, Ikki still dragged her newly bought change of clothes and moved into Gojo's apartment.

The apartment was in the suburbs of Tokyo, with a green coverage rate over 50%.

Standing on the balcony, the city's hustle and bustle was far away.

Tilt your head up slightly, and there were drifting white clouds; look down, and there was green grass and trees.

The decor was tall and stylish, the rooms big and comfortable.

One glance, and you could tell it hadn't been lived in much.

Ikki suddenly felt like she'd scored.

This was straight up from thatch hut to villa!

But the excitement lasted only a second. The moment she thought of reality, it wilted away.

Reality was, she was facing the biggest challenge of her life.

How was she supposed to keep her little cover tight?

Her tail wasn't a problem—the system had already given her a painless tail-removal surgery back at reincarnation.

Without the tail, there wasn't much difference between Saiyans and humans in appearance.

But did you think that meant she was safe?

Nope. There was more.

Her appetite!

From a medical standpoint or from biology, her appetite was something no human on Earth could pull off.

One meal, one bowl, two, three, four—fine, she could be called a big eater. But a bucket, two buckets, five, six buckets—no idiot would believe that was normal!

Humans didn't have that kind of stomach!

Breakfast, lunch, dinner—one meal, two, three, four—sure, she could force herself to eat less. But every single day like that? Just thinking about it was suffocating.

And beyond that, it wasn't her own home. She couldn't relax.

What do you say when you run into each other? How do you use the bathroom?

Who showers first? Eat together or separate?

Dress casual? Or cover up tight?

Even letting out a fart meant sneaking around.

Damn humans and their prideful nature.

In short, two words: suffocating.

But what else could she do?

She couldn't find Sukima Onna, couldn't clear her name, so she could only put up with it for now.

Living in a grown man's place, Ikki was beyond uncomfortable.

Even though she looked young, inside she was still a mature woman!

In just a few months, she'd be turning eighteen!

So Ikki was nervous, stiff, uneasy, scared that one slip and her secret would spill.

She glanced at the time. It was already mealtime.

With an extra person in the house, Gojo had to feel a little awkward too, right?

She figured she'd better not go out.

Wait until night, then sneak out the window to eat her fill.

But, as it turned out, Gojo proved to her in person:

Sis, you're overthinking it.

Nervous?

Awkward?

Unfamiliar?

Didn't exist!

Gojo-nyan never cared about things like that.

"Ikki-chan~"

Gojo-nyan sang out her name with a rising tone as he knocked on the door—call once, knock once, back and forth, with a surprisingly good rhythm.

Ikki got up and opened the door.

"What is it?"

"What do you wanna eat tonight?" Gojo's white hair swayed as he tilted his head.

...Was he planning to cook for her?

Ikki was instantly flustered, like she was being spoiled, "I'm fine with anything."

"Then just pick something random. I feel like curry rice." Gojo said as he pulled out his phone and tapped it twice.

Her own phone buzzed twice. Ikki looked down and opened it—an address.

...An address?

Wait, wasn't something off about how this was going?

"This place has the best curry rice," Gojo-nyan dragged out his words.

"And across the street from it, there's a dessert shop with amazing cream kikufuku. Ah, and also, on the corner there's this little stall that sells butter potatoes. I totally love those too~"

Ikki: "......?"

Her face slowly turned into a giant question mark.

Where was the so-called awkward restraint?

Why was Gojo Satoru acting like they were already besties?

And... he was making her run errands?

Also... "Wait, isn't this Shibuya?"

Ikki pointed at the screen. "That's super far from here."

"It's fine, isn't it?" The 190 cm tall man twisted his body a little, all confident and reasonable, "Ikki-chan runs really fast, right? A round trip won't even take that long."

Ikki: ......

(＃°Д°)

'...Why the hell are you talking like a girl and acting cute with me?'

'We've only known each other for half a month, right?'

'While I blinked, how many years did you live through on your own?'

'Gojo-san, are you sure this is okay?'

'Do you even remember you're supposed to be a teacher?'

Ikki's face was full of disbelief.

"Alright, hurry up, hurry up, your teacher's starving to death."

Gojo said while pushing her toward the door, still reminding her, "Make sure it's piping hot, okay?"

"No, I—"

Bang.

The door shut.

Ikki stood there dumbly at the doorway, questioning her entire life.

Who was she?

Where was she?

What had she just experienced?

This was Gojo Satoru?

This really was Gojo Satoru?!

This frivolous man who shamelessly acted cute to a girl he'd only known for two weeks and demanded she go out and buy takeout—was that seriously Gojo Satoru?!

Turns out Confucius was right!

Not even one day of living together, and the filter she had on Gojo Satoru shattered to pieces.

Ikki stared blankly through the peephole for a few seconds, then finally sighed.

Forget it, a broke, homeless girl had no right to be picky.

Besides, it wasn't even that much trouble. And it was the perfect excuse to go grab herself a good meal.

Good-tempered Ikki turned and left.

She had barely walked a few steps when her phone buzzed again.

A notification.

Deposit: 30,000 yen.

[Money God Daddy: If Ikki-chan can make it back within an hour, then the rest is your tip~~]

Ikki: !!! Instantly, the filter came right back!

Yes, Daddy!

No problem, Daddy!

I'm on my way, Daddy!!

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