The departure of Noritoshi and Gakuganji Yoshinobu did not cause much of a stir.
Everyone continued staying at Tokyo School, attending classes and living their daily lives as usual.
The only one who felt something was strange was Iori Utahime, who had been fully entrusted with the upcoming Exchange Event activities.
After discussing it with Masamichi for a while, everyone symbolically held a solo competition.
Then, Iori Utahime and Satoru led the team on a school trip.
Incidentally, the reason Utahime agreed to let Satoru join the team was that he generously covered all the expenses for this school trip.
Including Utahime's.
"I always feel like such bright colors don't suit you, Utahime."
Utahime put down the light yellow long dress in her hand and walked into another shop with a poker face.
'This is a wallet. I can't hit him before he pays. This is a wallet. I can't hit him before he pays...'
The other students were also shopping in the mall.
"How do I look in this one?"
Yuji walked out of the fitting room wearing a red hoodie with a denim jacket over it.
"Although it looks fine in terms of coordination... Yuji, don't you have too many hoodies, pullovers, and similar types of clothes?"
"Really?"
Yuji began recalling the clothes in his Tokyo Jujutsu High dorm room.
Hooded, hooded, still hooded...
"Ah, I don't know why, but every time I buy something, it ends up like this."
Yuji scratched his head, looking a little embarrassed.
Compared to the boys, who quickly finished shopping and moved on to the next stop, the girls' side was much livelier.
Several vibrant young women tried on everything from light, flowy skirts to dresses, long pants, and shorts...
On the top floor of a luxurious hotel in Tokyo.
Kenjaku, led by a waiter, entered the hotel's most luxurious presidential suite.
"I didn't expect to see you again. I'm truly happy."
Kenjaku sat opposite Tomie, a fake smile on his face.
"Oh, are you truly happy?"
Tomie gently swirled the wine glass in her hand.
Crimson red wine clung to the glass, forming ripples.
"Of course. After all, we have a common enemy, don't we?"
Kenjaku, dressed in a kasaya, slipped his hands into the wide sleeves of his robe, his eyes full of sincerity.
Sure enough, upon hearing the words "common enemy," Tomie's ambiguous smile finally vanished.
It was replaced by an expression full of venom.
Tomie stood up, her curvaceous body still discernible beneath the bathrobe, and moved closer to Kenjaku.
"So, my dear Kamo, what brings you here this time?"
Tomie stood up and walked to a display cabinet to retrieve a bottle of red wine, then returned to the table with elegant steps.
Perhaps Tomie's skin was too smooth. As she walked, one side of her bathrobe slipped from her shoulder, revealing her delicate collarbone and a scene that sparked endless imagination.
Similarly, beneath the knee-length bathrobe, her two slender, fair legs were intermittently visible as she moved.
Kenjaku narrowed his eyes.
He found that Tomie, who had reappeared after a year, was far more terrifying than before.
Her demonic charm, which had once required deliberate display, was now constantly eroding his mind.
Tomie did not use her power on Kenjaku, nor did she actively stir up the desires in his heart.
But even so, Kenjaku found that something within him was stirring.
'This woman is more terrifying than she was a year ago.'
Whoosh.
Tomie elegantly pulled up the bathrobe that had slipped down, revealing only a hint of skin, then uncorked the wine and poured Kenjaku a glass of red wine.
The crimson liquid fell into the glass, exuding an alluring color.
'This wine...'
Kenjaku's eyes widened slightly, and he began carefully observing the red wine in front of him.
The surging wine, with its faint traces of curses and madness, even surprised Kenjaku.
"What? Aren't you going to taste it?"
Tomie pushed the red wine toward Kenjaku.
"This is currently the most popular red wine in Japan's high society, you know."
Tomie said this in a playful and boastful tone, but Kenjaku's first thought was to agree with her.
"I see. This wine couldn't have been brewed by you, could it?"
Kenjaku began protecting his mind with Cursed Energy, then brought the red wine before his eyes and gently swirled it.
The surging wine, with its faint traces of curses and madness, even surprised Kenjaku.
"That's right. Wine made this way is the most beautiful, isn't it?"
...At this moment, in a winery in the suburbs of Tokyo, the now-famous winery owner was excitedly looking at the ledger in front of him.
"Father, there's another order. If this continues, our stock won't be enough."
His son excitedly pushed the door open, his eyes full of excitement.
"Another order?"
The father shifted his gaze from the ledger to his son, who had clearly run all the way over.
He did not doubt his son's words, as the winery's orders had indeed been continuous during this period.
Even many high-ranking officials and nobles specifically requested their wine.
And all these changes began after his son brought his girlfriend home.
At this moment, in the deepest part of the winery, in a cellar that no one but the father and son could approach.
A woman's face appeared in a huge wine storage container.
This woman was Tomie.
After an accidental injury, the father and son discovered that Tomie's blood could greatly enhance the taste of the wine.
It could even be compared to the wines of gods and demons spoken of in legends.
At least, the winery owner, who had been in the wine business for decades, had never tasted such delicious wine.
Subsequently, a mutually agreeable "tragedy" occurred.
The two imprisoned Tomie, drawing her blood every day to blend into the red wine.
After discovering Tomie's powerful self-healing ability, the two became increasingly insane and began directly cutting off parts of Tomie to steep in the wine.
In this way, the winery, which had been losing money for years and could not have lasted much longer, miraculously came back to life, becoming the most popular fine wine in Japan's high society.
During this period, some people also reported their winery, suspecting that their wine contained illegal substances, but they all miraculously disappeared in the end.
Moreover, the relevant agencies did not detect any problems.
This made the father and son even more insane, believing that Tomie was a fairy from legends who had come to repay a kindness.
Just like the crane repaying its kindness.
"That woman should have recovered quite a bit. Today, you go cut some more and add a few more wine vats."
The winery owner looked at his son with a crazed expression.
"No problem."
The son's expression was equally crazed. He picked up a machete and walked into the cellar.
The next day, the winery owner announced that the production of fine wine had increased again.
(To be continued.)
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