"Come take a look, see for yourself—so, interested in buying a copy? This is a limited edition, you know—only one, just this one!"
Right now, Tohka had once again flown up to the
"Pffft!!!"
Sure enough, the moment Kyouhei Kannazuki laid eyes on Tohka's artbook, he immediately spat out a mouthful of blood. Then he looked at Tohka with trembling excitement.
Honestly, if she'd actually drawn fully naked images, it might have had the opposite effect—but these partial, half-revealing pinups, with Kotori blushing shyly, clearly struck him straight in the heart. His blood pressure was exploding.
"How much!"
Sure enough, after seeing Tohka's work, Kannazuki didn't even hesitate. He asked for the price right away. Even if he had to bankrupt himself to buy this, it'd be worth it. As expected—taking money from die-hard otaku was too easy.
"Ahem—this took me a long time to create, you know. Look at that art style, look at those lines, look at the coloring—absolute top-tier quality. And it's the most faithful to the original too. I'm only selling this one copy. If too many copies got out, it wouldn't be good for anyone's reputation."
Seeing Kannazuki's reaction, Tohka put on a sly merchant's grin. She casually stretched her hand over the artbook as if she were about to take it back.
"This is all I have—please, I beg you, let me have it!"
The moment he saw her gesture, Kannazuki knew there was no way he could snatch it by force. So, without hesitation, he pulled out his phone and transferred a hefty sum of money into Tohka's account. Then he hugged the artbook tightly to his chest, looking pitifully up at her.
"Alright, it's yours. And hey, you're a grown man—stop acting like some abandoned widow. You're giving me goosebumps."
Seeing him cling to it like that, Tohka reflexively shivered. She couldn't even maintain her sly expression anymore. She quickly stepped back to put more distance between them.
But when she glanced at the balance on her phone—especially that long string of zeros—she nodded in satisfaction. Then she turned to leave and look for her next target.
"Hey, Kotori—it's me. Guess what I've got here—your brother's images, a rare limited edition."
"..."
Of course, Tohka didn't get off without some trouble.
When she finally tracked down the post-world-line-change Origami, she couldn't help twitching at the corners of her mouth.
This woman no longer had the short hair she used to—now it was long, about the same length as Tohka's.
But that wasn't the main thing.
What really got Tohka was that when Origami saw the doujinshi, she lowered her head in embarrassment, muttering:
"Pervert…"
"Hey—come on, I'm not here for you. I'm here for the one inside you—the one who's the real degenerate!"
Seeing this, Tohka was close to losing her mind. She knew Origami had split personalities now—but the contrast was way too extreme. So, she grabbed Origami's shoulders and started shaking her back and forth.
"Alright, name your price."
Sure enough, after being shaken around, Origami's eyes spun for a moment—then quickly cleared. Now she looked perfectly calm.
Tohka knew this was the one she wanted.
As for the other one…ugh, forget it.
"You name the price. I only made this one set—just you and her. If you lowball me, I'm gonna mass-produce it."
With her, Tohka didn't bother with the same scheming she'd used on Kannazuki. She just laid it all out—simple and direct worked best here.
"Deal!!"
...
By the time Tohka picked up the last full-color volume, she was actually a little nervous. Because this one—was her and Miku. And the target customer—was Miku herself. Yeah, Tohka felt like she was about to die.
"What are you doing here—carrying around a manga?"
But before she could decide what to do, Miku had appeared out of nowhere. And before Tohka could react, Miku reached out and snatched the book right out of her hands.
Then… She just stood there, staring at the pages. Slowly, she started breathing heavily.
"Ugh…Tohka, you really did an amazing job…I can't hold it anymore—WAAAAAH!"
"Ugh—what are you doing—stop—pervert!!"
Yep. Seeing Miku snap like that, Tohka deeply regretted her decision. But it was too late. Miku tackled her right onto the floor…
....
That night went unspoken.
The next morning, as soon as dawn broke, Tohka scrambled out of bed, bolted out the door, and never looked back.
As for payment…whatever.
She'd already fleeced several deep-pocketed fanatics.
And Miku knew full well that even if Tohka made stuff like this, she wouldn't randomly distribute it—so she didn't ask any more questions.
Why was Tohka up so early?
First—she was honestly scared of Miku now.
Second—today was the day of her appointment with Nia.
This time, they'd picked a convention in a different city.
After all, Tengu City's doujin event had just wrapped up—there was no way they'd hold another so soon.
So right now, Tohka hefted a package bigger than herself onto her back and flew off toward their destination. As for Nia —she didn't need to worry.
No matter what, she was still a spirit—this little errand wasn't going to trouble her.
Worst case, she'd do the same as Tohka—just carry it all by hand.
Meanwhile, in the shadows, two separate groups were watching Tohka's departure with keen interest.
"The target has left Tengu City. Follow her—this is our best chance."
Watching the display as Tohka departed, Westcott turned his head and issued his order below.
Behind him, Ellen and Artemisia Bell Ashcroft stood side by side.
Judging by the murderous air about them, they'd clearly just fought a serious battle—wiping out the board of directors once and for all.
Now they were ready to face Tohka in their final showdown.
In their eyes, once they took Tohka down, everything else would fall into place. As for not moving against the Miku Izayoi and Yamai sisters who hadn't left with Tohka—well, three Spirits couldn't be subdued quickly. If they gave Tohka time to react, their plan would fall apart.
"Let's go—follow her."
"Let's go—stay on her." On the other side, of course, was Kotori Itsuka's crew.