28. I have passed the age of motherhood.

Before dawn, Haruno Tsukasa departed. As he left at first light, the translucent dew still clung to the tender green leaves of the lightleaf zelkovas lining the street.

In truth, he disliked summer—too hot. Compared to a season where one sweats just by staying in un-air-conditioned places, Tsukasa preferred autumn. Not only did he favor the mountains blanketed with red and gold maple leaves, but he also appreciated the absence of pesky mosquitoes whose bites would torment the skin.

For this reason, he preferred Kyoto to the city.

Tokyo, this steel jungle, thrived with its development and modernity, yet lacked tranquility and nature’s touch.

Soon, Tsukasa chuckled to himself. Pursuits of a better living environment were luxuries reserved for those unburdened by financial stress or those who were well-off. The reason Tokyo amassed eighty percent of Japan’s resources was precisely because the overworked laborers, pressed by life, had neither the time nor standing to dream of ideals.

“I haven’t seen the returns this time yet…”

[Target of ill will: Shimizu Yuko]

[Ill Will List as follows]

[1. This child is so reserved; I want to torment him, ravage his body thoroughly (Purple)]

[2. Desire to be cared for without rejection (Blue)]

[3. My sister Tsubaki and I are so close; if I were to be with her son—especially if she found out—that thought alone is thrilling (Purple)]

[First ill will fulfilled]

[Second ill will fulfilled]

[Basic reward drawing in progress]

[Reward: Major Appearance Enhancement Card]

[Reward: Automatic Salary Increase Card (1 yen/sec)]

Snapping back to reality, Tsukasa’s gaze caught the familiar faint crimson glow—a shimmering curtain of data lines revealing the fruits of last night’s endeavors.

Undeniably, a spectacular success!

What’s more, compared to previous clients, this was the first time Tsukasa had fulfilled a purple-level ill will from a wicked woman.

Yet, at this moment, he felt a pang of regret.

According to his expectations, the reward’s scale would escalate with each ill will level, and what he desired most now was not looks or charm, but money.

What use was handsomeness?

Even if he became the top host in Ginza, by the time he earned that reward, his body would likely be drained.

Still, Tsukasa did not dwell on it too much.

After all, the treasure lay here, and the key was firmly in his grasp. Retrieving it was only a matter of time; there was no need to fret over such trifles.

What intrigued him more was that reaching a purple-level ill will could be achieved simply by engaging in an intense, sweat-drenched activity.

But Tsukasa quickly reasoned it out.

If Shimizu Yuko were merely a colleague or friend, perhaps the ill will level would not reach purple. But as an elder, and moreover a close confidante of his own mother, the gravity of such ill will was unquestionably severe—second only to a breach of true ethics.

What did this signify?

A collapse of propriety and order!

Thus, a high ill will level was only natural.

Half an hour later, Tsukasa drove back to Senkawa Town near Ikebukuro. Just as he parked by the roadside, an unfamiliar number suddenly called.

“Hello?”

“Are you Haruno Tsukasa?”

“Yes, who is this?”

“Haruno Tsukasa! You bastard! If I catch you harassing Ayami again, I swear I will personally find you and break your legs!”

Before Tsukasa could identify the caller, the voice—filled with rage—confirmed his identity, followed by curses and threats.

This upheaval came abruptly.

He was momentarily stunned.

Frowning, Tsukasa composed himself and asked, “Ayami… Kato Ayami?”

“Ha! Now that I’ve found you, you’re pretending not to know me? Don’t think I’ll buy it! You bastard, seducing my wife—that’s despicable!”

“You couldn’t have her before, so now you resort to harassment?”

“If you can’t get her openly, you use underhanded means to satisfy your desires? You’re disgusting. If I catch you bothering Ayami again, I’ll make sure everyone at your ward office knows exactly what kind of man you are!”

Without a doubt, the caller was Watanabe Yasunobu—the man to whom Kato Ayami had entrusted herself after years of hardship.

In Japan, marital relationships still skew patriarchal.

Despite many years of reforms and policies encouraging equality—such as companies paying male employees’ salaries directly into their wives’ bank accounts, or generous alimony awarded to women unless their faults were egregious—the reality remained unchanged.

Economic power shapes the superstructure.

At least within families, whoever controls the finances is the unquestioned head of the household.

Except for doormats.

But Watanabe Yasunobu was no doormat.

In fact, Tsukasa had heard through casual chats with university acquaintances that Ayami’s whitewashed husband was fiercely controlling and quick-tempered—traits hardly an issue for a girl from a poor countryside background who loved to play.

Moreover, Ayami was evidently pregnant.

For a man with such control issues, having a pregnant wife harassed was absolutely intolerable.

But…

This pregnancy was not Watanabe Yasunobu’s doing.

Listening to Watanabe’s angry threats over the phone, Tsukasa coolly asked, “Watanabe, if you’re calling me, shouldn’t you at least clarify the matter?”

“Clarify? Why should I…”

“Fool!”

Tsukasa muttered lowly before cutting off the call, unwilling to waste more time on such a character.

The phone rang again sharply.

Clearly, Watanabe wanted to continue his tirade.

But Tsukasa blocked the number without hesitation, his expression darkening as he walked home, pondering what mischief was afoot.

Mostly, he wondered what Ayami had done this time.

Just as he was lost in thought, the phone rang once more.

This time, it was not Watanabe.

It was Kato Ayami.

After a few seconds, he answered.

“Haruno-kun…”

Ayami’s voice came through the receiver, hushed, betraying some nervousness. Amid her words, faint sounds of a man’s curses and the crash of breaking objects filtered through.

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