"Misunderstanding! It's a misunderstanding!"
Satoru Gojo and Geto Suguru hurriedly let go of each other, explaining frantically.
"Opportunity!"
Gojo Ze seized the chance to suddenly strike, taking down both of them in two swift moves.
"I win!"
Satoru and Suguru lay on the ground, faces full of indignation. "That doesn't count! You ambushed us!"
Gojo Ze spread his hands. "On the battlefield, no one cares if it's an ambush. If I were an enemy, you two would already be dead!"
"Stop pretending to be all serious and lecturing us, geez!"
"What? You're not going to go back on your word, are you? No taking back the bet we agreed on!"
Hearing this, Satoru and Suguru's faces turned deathly pale. Geto Suguru timidly raised his hand. "Um... can we change the bet?"
"No way!" Gojo Ze crossed his arms in refusal. He glanced at Geto Suguru's utterly resistant face and chuckled. "Suguru, if you fulfill the bet, I'll sell you Yūun at a low price. Original price one billion, I'll give you a 50% discount!"
Geto Suguru immediately stood up. "A gentleman's word is his bond! How could I possibly go back on my word?! Satoru, you should also find such behavior disgraceful, right?"
Satoru Gojo: "..."
Fushitori Ward, Department Store
Ieiri Shoko followed behind Gojo Ze, puzzled. "Ze, you said there was something good to see here. Did you mean the comic convention?"
Shoko looked at the anime characters coming and going, wondering if she should get a photo taken with them. Gojo Ze's mouth twisted into a smirk. "No, I mean something even better!"
Ieiri Shoko blinked. "Ze, do you know your smile right now looks really creepy?"
"...Does it?"
Shoko nodded firmly. "Exactly like a shut-in peeking through a hole in the wall, or someone sneakily pulling out a camera with ill intentions!"
"What kind of weird analogy is that?" Gojo Ze's eye twitched as he vigorously ruffled Shoko's hair. "Cut the nonsense. Just wait, I bet you'll end up just like me in a bit!"
Ieiri Shoko wore a listless expression, clearly not believing him. Aside from cigarettes and alcohol, she wasn't interested in much.
"Wow!!!"
At that moment, waves of exclamations erupted from the crowd. Numerous cosplayers, photographers, and passersby swarmed the center of the floor. There, two figures stood out remarkably.
The 190cm Satoru Gojo and the 180+cm Geto Suguru towered over the crowd. Their outstanding looks created perfect conditions for cosplay. One was a white-haired catgirl maid, the other a black-haired catgirl maid—stunningly beautiful, tall, and sporting long legs clad in black stockings.
They instantly captivated the entire floor.
"Hello, hello, can we exchange photos?"
"I'm a photographer, can I take some pictures?"
This scene was already old hat for Satoru. "Everyone, don't push, take your time!"
"Holy crap! A femboy!"
"A guy... even more exciting!"
"Husband... no, wait, wife! Wife!"
Facing the gazes of the crowd, Geto Suguru—experiencing this for the first time—appeared flustered. He timidly raised his hand. "Um, I'm also a guy!"
The crowd collectively drew in a sharp breath. The female cosplayers felt a wave of inferiority. Aside from lacking breasts, the duo's aura directly crushed everyone else's.
Why don't you just be the women instead!
Satoru put his arm around Suguru. "Don't be so nervous. What's done is done. Might as well just let loose and have fun!"
Led by Satoru, the self-hypnotized Suguru gradually began to let himself go. "One, two, three, say cheese!"
The two smiled sweetly, striking poses that grew increasingly flamboyant.
The Second Floor
"Pfft... hahahahaha... they... those two... pfft hahahahaha..."
Shoko was about to laugh herself to death. Gojo Ze silently pulled out a magenta-colored camera, recording the entire scene.
"Got Suguru's blackmail material too!"
Seeing this, Shoko raised an eyebrow and hurriedly picked up her phone, clicking off ten rapid-fire shots of her own.
Tokyo Jujutsu High School Office
Yaga Masamichi looked at the photos Shoko sent, remaining silent.
In the photos, Catgirl Satoru and Catgirl Suguru were striking poses, seemingly having the time of their lives. Yaga Masamichi fell into deep thought, briefly doubting if something was wrong with his eyes.
He took another look—yep, definitely something wrong with his eyes. Because they'd been burned blind!
"I'm getting old," he sighed. "I just don't understand young people's ideas anymore!"