Serena Suzuki leaned into Yuu's ear, her voice a sultry purr, but the beautiful driver just inches away surely heard every word. Despite Serena's blatant, lewd suggestion, the driver remained stoic, though the faint crimson blooming on her pale cheeks betrayed her.
It was clear this woman had been briefed long before taking the job. Beyond her duties as a chauffeur, she was there to serve as a human fire extinguisher for Yuu whenever he felt the urge.
The perks of being tied to a mega-conglomerate, Yuu thought, impressed by Tomoko Suzuki's efficiency. It had been a while since he'd visited the Suzuki estate; he made a mental note to check in on Serena's mother, Tomoko, and her sister, Ayako, soon—and perhaps vet the latest "candidates" they had scouted for him.
"I'll be there soon," Yuu said, tapping Serena's head. "Don't forget what you promised."
Serena grinned, giving the driver's ass a sharp smack. The flesh rippled beneath the tight fabric of her suit trousers. "Of course! If you wanted, I'd let her serve you right now," she teased.
"Are you sure she'd still be able to drive you home after I'm done with her?" Yuu countered, his eyes lingering on the driver's curves.
Serena chuckled nervously. She knew Yuu's exaggerated size. This driver was a virgin specifically chosen for him; if Yuu went all out, she'd be lucky if she could even walk, let alone operate a vehicle.
After helping Hitomi Kujo settle into her new apartment, Yuu and Seimi Asai returned to their place around 10:00 PM. Just as Yuu was preparing for a hot bath, a message from Gin arrived. It was short: a set of coordinates and an order to arrive by tomorrow evening.
Another message popped up on his second phone from Hitomi. She had received the same orders, along with a directive to take a temporary leave of absence from her studies.
The next evening, Yuu and Hitomi arrived at a remote, unnamed island. It was a training facility for the Black Organization. While the organization recruited top-tier talent from the outside, they also had a rigorous internal system for grooming loyalists like Gin.
The training lasted a week. It wasn't about complex theory but raw, practical lethality:
Firearms Proficiency: Rapid target acquisition and maintenance.
Close Quarters Combat (CQC): Dirty, efficient ways to disable or kill.
Field Survival: Basic operational protocols in hostile environments.
Yuu's physical stats, already impressive, reached a new peak. The facility manager was stunned. He had seen "geniuses" before, but Yuu's growth was astronomical. If Yuu's body was a raw diamond before, the dust had been wiped away to reveal a blinding shine. He still needed an "expert" like Gin to polish him into a master, but his foundation was now terrifying.
With his True Eye, Yuu excelled at sniping. Hitomi, while struggling with firearms, showed a frightening natural talent for cold weapons.
Because they mastered the curriculum in seven days instead of the expected ten, they were stranded. No boats were scheduled for another three days. Yuu considered swimming or asking Serena to send a private jet, but he didn't want to alert Gin to his deep ties with the Suzuki family just yet.
"We might as well enjoy the view," Yuu said, pulling Hitomi close as they watched the sunset over the ocean.
As the sun dipped below the horizon, a massive, luxury cruise ship appeared in the distance. Using his True Eye, Yuu scanned the deck and smirked. He saw Ran Mouri, Richard Mouri, and Conan.
"Our ride is here," Yuu whispered.