I want to become a Kamen Rider

His throat went dry, and he subconsciously reverted to his old form of address, only to hastily correct himself:

"...Honey! I'm a little tired today, really. I spent half the day messing around with a little pony girl, and my whole body is falling apart... So, let's get some rest?"

He mustered all his courage to squeeze out this refusal, his eyes darting away, unable to meet her gaze into her amber eyes, which appeared exceptionally deep in the dim light.

But the girl seemed not to hear.

She tilted her head slightly, her wet blue hair sliding to one side, her voice calm and even, yet possessing a strange, penetrating power:

"Aren't we doing it today?"

"I'm not doing this anymore! I'm really tired!"

Fan Kang answered almost immediately, with a flustered urge to distance himself from the situation.

The girl didn't ask any more questions. She simply bent down, her knees sinking into the soft mattress. The ties of her bathrobe loosened slightly with her movement. She reached out, her warm fingertips still damp from her shower, and pressed them firmly against his cheek, then moved downwards, her aim clear: the buttons of his shirt.

"Aren't we doing it today?"

"I……"

She spoke again, her voice almost touching his, her breath brushing against his ear, repeating the same question, but her hands never stopped moving.

Fan Kang wanted to push her away, to emphasize his exhaustion again, to escape this strange atmosphere. However, before he could utter a word of refusal, he was completely silenced by a soft, warm touch.

It wasn't gentle; it carried an undeniable possessiveness. His mind went blank, only feeling a certain place being conquered, her scent engulfing him. He stiffly endured it, passively responding, his breathing becoming difficult. He didn't know how much time had passed before she finally withdrew a tiny bit.

"Well……"

Fan Kang was breathing heavily, his eyes glazed over. His silver hair, like threads, shimmered faintly in the dim light.

Where is the Imperial Stone? Why isn't it reacting?

Is it because the other party has no hostility or murderous intent at all? But if things continue like this, who knows what will happen to his body in reality? If I remember correctly, in a corner of the room where he was sleeping, there was a petite figure wrapped in a blanket curled up next to him.

The girl didn't seem to care about his distraction.

She straightened up, her bathrobe slipping down her rounded shoulders, revealing large expanses of fair and delicate skin, which looked like fine mutton fat jade in the dim light.

She tilted her head slightly again, her blue hair cascading like mercury, her amber eyes shimmering captivatingly in the shadows, staring intently at him. For the third time, she asked in that calm yet unsettling tone:

"Aren't we doing it today?"

The voice was light and airy, but it felt as heavy as a thousand pounds in Fan Kang's ears.

Beneath that calm tone lay a volcanic, impending eruption of desire that stiffened his body, his fists clenched so tightly his knuckles turned white. The air froze, leaving only the sound of their slightly rapid, alternating breaths.

Chapter 121 My Wife's Offense

The next day, morning.

The pale golden morning light filtered through the gaps in the curtains, gently illuminating the room floor and announcing the start of a new day.

Hiiragi Tina nestled in her warm bed, a sweet smile still lingering on her lips. She had a wonderful dream last night. A dream that still made her cheeks flush slightly when she recalled it.

It's about holding hands with the minister, walking together on a forest path, where the minister vows to love only her in this life, to do things that might be a little embarrassing with her, and to have many, many children.

Therefore, she was in a good mood and even thought of waking up the minister early in the morning so that he could experience the manga plot of being woken up by a beautiful girl!

'Speaking of which... am I considered a beautiful girl?'

The thought popped up like a tiny bubble, and a slight sense of inferiority crept into her heart. She was clumsy, a little silly, and not very tall. In terms of figure, let alone Mizutani Miyuki and the others, she could probably only find confidence in front of Nozomi…

The purple-haired girl shook her head vigorously, banishing these negative thoughts, her face regaining its radiance. 'But! It's okay!'

Compared to the other girls, she was the first girl the minister chose, and she was also the first to receive his first kiss. He values ​​inner beauty and soul, rather than superficially judging girls by their appearance—this is one of the minister's few virtues!

The purple-haired girl was a little excited. She quietly lifted the soft blanket, stepped barefoot on the cool floor, and like a kitten preparing to surprise its owner, she quietly walked to Fan Kang's bedside.

“Minister, it’s time to get up…” She prepared her gentlest tone, ready to wake him from his sleep.

However, before she could even utter a word, she froze.

What met my eyes was not the peaceful sleeping face I had expected. The minister was already awake, or rather, he looked like he hadn't slept much all night. Heavy dark circles clung to the area beneath his eyes, and those eyes, usually sharp or languid, were now staring blankly at the ceiling, filled with an indescribable weariness and... a kind of almost tangible resentment, a deep sense of unwillingness to accept defeat.

"Minister, what's wrong with you? Did the time hijackers call in the middle of the night?!"

The minister grasped her hand and sighed deeply.

"...I had a nightmare. The resistance failed."

"Ah, it's just a dream, it's okay. I'll support the minister, and we'll definitely succeed in reality!"

Tina Hiiragi immediately leaned down and took his hands, which were outside the blanket, in her own hands, trying to convey her strength and warmth to encourage the man she loved.

The minister sighed again, speaking through gritted teeth:

"It's one thing to fail in resisting, but I was already prepared to enjoy it... and silently endure it. But then the dream ended abruptly. I should have just given up resisting."

"I don't quite understand."

The minister seems quite disappointed.

"Anyway, a new day has begun. I have things I need to do, and I shouldn't waste time... well, waste time on things I really want to do but can't."

Under Tina Hiiragi's puzzled gaze, Fan Kangli quickly put on his clothes and prepared to go out.

The white, suspicious alien creature jumped onto his shoulder at just the right moment:

'Although I don't know what Kangjun dreamed about, whatever it was, you're perfectly capable of making it a reality.'

Fan Kang glanced sideways at the white creature on his shoulder and scoffed:

"Phew, so I dreamt of punching the guy on that purple-black card to pieces. Do you think that's possible in reality?"

"Let's get realistic. That battle was a hard-fought victory achieved through everyone pitching in. It's ridiculous that you think you can single-handedly crush everyone with one punch."

Too lazy to pay attention to Kyubey, Fan Kang called out to Tina Hiiragi.

"Let's go, Wu Tina."

I found the card with the volcano pattern on it and prepared to go out.

A long dream leaves no trace, and the sunlight outside the window is just right.

……

……

Toyokawa House.

The heavy curtains blocked out most of the outside light, immersing the spacious Japanese-style room in an almost stagnant dimness. Expensive incense filled the air, yet it couldn't suppress a faint, lingering scent of aged wood and bygone days.

Toyokawa Shoko sat on the cold tatami mat, her back ramrod straight, as if resisting some invisible pressure.

Her head was bowed, and her usually meticulously combed long blue hair was now somewhat disheveled, with a few strands clinging to her sweaty forehead and pale cheeks. Her body trembled slightly, not from the cold, but from the aftershocks of some intense emotional shock.

In front of her tightly pressed knees, a large, dark water stain silently spread across the tatami mat, its edges slowly seeping deeper—whether from uncontrollable tears, cold sweat soaking through her expensive clothes, or something else entirely, it was unclear. Her hands were tightly clasped together in front of her, her knuckles white from the force, her palms clutching something tightly.

It was a stone.

An unremarkable, warm green stone was now gripped tightly in her palm like a drowning person clinging to a piece of driftwood; its rough edges dug deep into her flesh, causing a distinct pain.

In this deathly silence and gloom, a voice suddenly exploded in her mind. It did not come from the outside world, but from the abyss of her consciousness, carrying a bone-chilling familiarity and a chilling, mocking tone.

"Ha... I only needed three months to win her over. Clean and efficient, no dragging things out."

The voice chuckled softly, like a venomous snake flicking its tongue.

Xiangzi's body stiffened abruptly, her fingers gripping the stone even tighter, the knuckles making a slight grinding sound. She bit her lower lip tightly, offering no response. Only her suppressed, almost inaudible breathing stood out starkly in the silence.

【“…”】

The voice in her head seemed bored with her silence, or perhaps brewing even more vicious words. After a brief pause, the mocking tone rose again, filled with undisguised contempt:

"Why do you become so lame when it comes to him? Hmm? A top student? Saying you're doing this for his own good, silently watching over him... Ha! How noble, how selfless!"

The voice was like a cold needle, piercing her nerves.

"If you keep going like this, forget about eating meat, forget about drinking soup, you won't even get a chance to serve the dishes! You'll just be able to watch from afar as others devour it all!"

【“…”】

Xiangzi's shoulders trembled violently, as if struck by an invisible hammer. She lowered her head even further, almost touching her hands that were gripping the stone. Her blue hair fell down, obscuring her expression, with only the large water stains silently telling the story of her collapse.

The voice seemed pleased with her reaction, its tone carrying a strange undertone, a mixture of smugness and seduction:

"However..."

It dragged out the tone.

"Luckily, I'm clever. I secretly... left a stone. Look, it's in your hand now. This is our only chance."

【“…”】

Xiangzi's breathing suddenly quickened, and his fingertips unconsciously rubbed the cold stone.

The voice deepened, carrying a timeless, almost obsessive fervor:

"Helping you is also helping myself. No matter what world it is, no matter what the price... I hope that in the end, the one who can be with him is me! It has to be me!"

【“…”】

Xiangzi's tightly pursed lips twitched slightly, as if she wanted to refute, but no sound came out. The resoluteness and possessiveness in that voice were like a red-hot branding iron, making her soul tremble.

"The method of weaving the 'world'... I've already told you. Don't be shy, there's no need to be afraid! Grit your teeth and replace others! Replace all those things that are an eyesore around him... Subtly modify his consciousness and cognition... It's not difficult, he's just been enduring... As long as you give him a push, he'll accept it more easily than you think... accept the 'correct' arrangement."

【“…”】

Xiangzi's body was taut to its limit, as if it would break at any moment.

She didn't know if what she was doing was right or wrong, but her resentment and longing were indeed the same.

"...My time...is running out. I...wanted to see him one more time...What do you mean by 'destined to be apart'? Ha...force it. We must force it no matter what! What I can't have...you must have for me, we...must have it! This is for his sake, and it's for yours too."

The last few words carry a sense of entrustment and blessing.

"The rest... is up to you."

The sound stopped suddenly.

It receded as quickly as the tide, leaving only a deafening silence and a chilling aftertaste that lingered deep in the mind.

In the dimly lit Japanese-style room, only Toyokawa Shoko's suppressed breathing could be heard.

A few seconds, or a few minutes? Time loses its meaning.

Finally, the head that had been buried deep inside slowly rose up.

Beneath the blue hair, a pair of eyes were visible. Those eyes, which might have once been clear, proud, or melancholic, now resembled shattered glass, bearing traces of tears, yet burning with an almost eerie light, a mixture of despair and madness.

Tears still wet her eyes, but her gaze was resolute.

She slowly opened her tightly clenched, numb hands.

The warm, green stone lay quietly in my sweaty palm, and in the dim light, it seemed to contain a deep vortex leading to an unknown future.

Without the slightest hesitation, Xiangzi gripped the stone tightly again. His knuckles bulged from the force, and veins bulged on the back of his hand. This time, the movement was no longer a desperate clenching, but rather filled with a ruthless, possessive determination.

The cold, sharp edges of the stone pressed against her skin, causing sharp pain, but strangely, it brought a strange clarity to her confused mind.

It felt as if I had truly grasped that elusive yet essential thing—

future.

Chapter 122 Acquiring Shuka

Ginza. Dawn breaks.

"A suit is a man's weapon." — The origin of this saying has long been lost in the dust of time, just like the saying "Red wine is a drink for the aristocracy," which is on the lips of countless people.

However, the latter can be traced back to its origins. In England, where aristocratic traditions and noble power were most deeply intertwined, red wine was not only a symbol of court luxury but also an important source of royal tax revenue; for the church, it carried the profound meaning of communion; and for the nobles, its difficult-to-produce characteristics and high cost made it a widely consumed luxury commodity.

French wine has been popular in England since the 12th century, much like French cuisine has dominated the country for over a millennium. However, it was the Whigs of 18th-century England who truly popularized wine as a symbol of luxury. Most Whigs lacked traditional aristocratic lineage and hereditary titles; they were capitalists who amassed their wealth through commerce and trade. To legitimize their political position, they sought alternative standards, and aesthetic taste became their choice.

Appreciating and admiring luxury imported red wines has become one of the choices.

Therefore, there is no such thing as something representing power and taste in this world. It is just a concept and idea created by humankind. Perhaps only gold, which is difficult to manufacture by humans, has any real value.

Sleeping on the streets will not change the fact that Fan Kang once held the power to overturn everything, and luxurious clothes cannot undo Fan Kang's shattering past.

Even if someone wore slippers, a tank top, and carried a palm-leaf fan to the Knights Council, no one would dare to say a bad word about him; the value of things is determined by people.