Tokyo: My Superpower Refreshes Every Week

Oshima Satomi was completely dumbfounded.

She never imagined she would encounter such a situation.

The scenarios she saw in those manga, which she found ridiculous, were happening to her.

Oshima Satomi once mocked her boyfriend's comics for their absurd and unrealistic plots.

But now, she thought her boyfriend's comics seemed conservative.

This was Shibuya's Marui Department Store.

The location was the women's restroom in the busy mall.

A lot of women were coming in and out.

She had been shopping and ran to the restroom because she urgently needed to go, but then a man suddenly flipped over from the next stall.

His movements were swift. Before she could scream, he gagged her with a white cloth, tying it tightly behind her back and pinning her hands.

Her face was pressed against the flush water tank.

Then, she knew what kind of situation she was in.

Panic and fear caused Oshima Satomi immeasurable pain, both physically and mentally. Tears quickly welled up in her eyes. Although she tried to cry out for help, only a weak whimper came out.

The man seemed professional, knowing how to keep someone from crying out.

Why did it have to be like this?

Her heart was full of grievance, and her feeble moans seemed to excite him even more.

"Go ahead, keep screaming!" Handa Koji whispered, leaning close to the woman's ear.

He knew there were women coming and going outside, and he could even hear girls chatting and laughing at the washbasin, talking about the cosmetics or clothes they had just seen.

Someone in the stall next door flushed the toilet.

The ambient sound around him was thrilling.

In Japan, he knew, you could get plenty of women just by paying for them, all kinds.

But to him, those women were too cheap.

Women that could be easily bought with money were like purchased toys, not real people at all.

They could be called remarkably lifelike toys. But no matter how lifelike, a toy is still a toy.

What he wanted were people, someone who knew how to resist. Only by conquering them with force could Handa Koji feel satisfied.

Ever since he was very young, he knew of his own perversions, liking to disregard a girl's will and force them to do things.

To fulfill his perverted desires, he trained his body. He trained in Thai Boxing, Karate, Taekwondo, Bajiquan, and Judo. He even learned some Yoga, often practiced by women, to increase his body's flexibility.

Driven by his desires, Handa Koji became a famous enforcer in Japan's underworld.

He often helped the bosses of various companies or Yakuza leaders deal with their problems.

Sometimes, his superiors would even smooth things over for him—a win-win situation.

Under such conditions, Handa Koji committed thousands of crimes over fifteen years without a single indictment.

He had even once used force against a woman who tried to sue him, attacking her in her home until she broke down and hanged herself.

But even so, he didn't want to let her go. While she hung there, he satisfied his own desires, and in the end, he watched as she died from suffocation, her expression one of agony.

That scene was the proudest moment of his life.

Sometimes, he would also target smooth-skinned men.

This time, he had been called to Tokyo by the Sumitomo Group to act as the general manager's bodyguard. The pay was high, but it was so boring.

He couldn't even understand why the second son of the Sumitomo Group was scared. Who would dare touch the general manager of the Sumitomo Group?

With the mindset of seeking pleasure out of boredom, Handa Koji decided to sneak out for some fun.

「...」

Aozawa focused his attention on the image of the department store restroom stall.

From their actions and expressions, he judged that this pair was not a willing couple.

According to his extensive experience watching films, if it were consensual, the woman's face would not show this kind of joylessness, filled with shock and helplessness, even to the point of crying.

Aozawa was somewhat shocked. Was it because he was specifically looking for these situations, or was it that Tokyo's public order had always been so poor?

He could understand if it were a secluded place.

But to do such a thing in the Marui Department Store, with its large customer flow and eight women present in the restroom, was beyond a crime of passion. It was definitely the work of a seasoned offender.

Aozawa materialized in the restroom stall with a thought.

The space was a bit cramped. A squat toilet could accommodate one person with room to spare; two seemed a bit tight, and adding another made it crowded.

Aozawa used his Transformation Ability to turn into the tall, blonde-haired Dio.

His figure emerged from nothingness.

In an instant, the hairs on Handa Koji's back stood on end. He instinctively sensed something was amiss. His waist tensed, and his right hand threw a fierce elbow strike behind him.

It was at this moment he felt a severe pain in his lower body.

Aozawa used invisible Telekinesis to crush his ammunition storage.

"Ah!"

Handa Koji screamed in agony, his voice piercing the stall and causing the women outside to exclaim in shock.

"Is that a man's voice?" "It seems like it." "Definitely! Call security over, there's a pervert here!"

Panicked screams came from outside.

Aozawa did not want to be mistaken for a pervert, so he reached out and touched Handa Koji's head, and a black Chrysanthemum pattern appeared on his cheek.

The next second, his explosive power was activated.

Handa Koji suddenly stopped his wailing, feeling only a fierce heat bursting from his heart.

BOOM.

His entire body was torn to pieces.

Fireworks and gunpowder erupted in Oshima Satomi's eyes.

Those chunks of flesh were like burnt branches that had been stepped on, turning to ash and then disappearing into the air.

Her expression was somewhat dazed, questioning if her eyes were deceiving her. Or could it be that all of this was just a nightmare?

Before she could clear her thoughts, the blond man in front of her disappeared like a ghost, adding to her stunned state.

The door to the toilet stall was suddenly kicked open.

"Bastard, you peeping Tom!"

Two security guards burst in furiously, only to witness a shocking scene.

After a moment of shock, they swiftly left the stall and closed the door behind them.

"So very sorry! Everyone disperse, it was all a misunderstanding, there's no man in there."

The older security guard had to disperse the crowd, his face showing the utmost embarrassment.

The youth nowadays really know how to play wild.

The surrounding women were also muttering among themselves.

This world is full of wonders indeed.

Only the girl with shoulder-length, tea-brown wavy hair showed a trace of contemplation in her eyes.

「...」

Oshima Satomi quickly composed herself. She didn't dare to go out immediately, instead waiting for about ten minutes before cautiously opening the door. Not daring to look left or right, she rushed out of the restroom.

Once outside, she heard a crisp voice next to her, "You finally came out. Let's have a good talk. Who was it that made a move on you just now?"

Oshima Satomi turned her head.

The girl speaking appeared young, with shoulder-length tea-brown wavy hair, dressed fashionably, exuding the vibe of a youthful Hot Girl.

"I don't know what you're talking about," Oshima Satomi hurriedly said, then tried to leave.

Tama Chan slowly said, "I took a photo of you, and judging from the shape, it wasn't something done with hands. Also, your posture at the time revealed that you were not playing on your own."

Years of experience lent certainty to her tone.

Oshima Satomi paused, turned her head. She very much wanted to rush over and snatch the phone away, but she also knew she couldn't do such a thing.

Her legs were still weak; the events of the evening had surpassed her imagination.

"If I tell you, can you delete those?"

"Of course, no problem," Tama Chan nodded. Completely forgetting about the boyfriend she was still on a date with, she said with a smile, "Let's go somewhere quiet to talk."

She led Oshima Satomi to a milk tea shop and ordered two cups of milk tea.

"Now let me hear what you experienced."

Recalling the scene she had just witnessed, Oshima Satomi's face showed a trace of palpitation, and she spoke softly, "I was about to use the restroom when suddenly, a man jumped in from the stall to my left. He restrained me instantly and began to..."

She paused, not stating what it was, and continued, "When I was in the most pain, a blond man suddenly appeared. I have no idea who he was, only that the man on top of me suddenly let out a scream. When I turned around, I saw him explode."

"You're saying the person exploded?!"

"Yes, quite literally blown to bits. No, even more than that. There wasn't even a speck of dust on the ground; 'evaporated off the face of the earth' would be more fitting."

A hint of satisfaction crossed Oshima Satomi's face, followed by a wry smile, "You can't believe it, can you? Such an absurd, movie-like story."

"No matter how absurd, the truth is the truth. Neither your movements nor your expression would lie."

Excitement shone on Tama Chan's face. Perhaps such an expression was unsuitable in front of a woman who had just suffered, but she couldn't contain the joy in her heart.

So, people like that truly exist.

"Yes, after he dealt with that person, he disappeared," Oshima Satomi nodded.

"Sorry for taking up your time. Consider this milk tea my apology. The photos have been deleted, so please don't worry," Tama Chan said, deleting the photos in front of her. Then she added with a smile, "You don't need to be too upset. At least through this incident, you got to come into contact with such a person. That's something most people would never encounter in a lifetime."

If possible, I'd rather never encounter it for the rest of my life, Oshima Satomi thought, her face bearing a bitter smile.

Tama Chan smiled, very much wanting to meet the blond man with special abilities.

She was curious about what such a man would be like. He must be delicious!

Tama Chan stepped outside the mall, took out her phone, and sent a message in the Hot Girls' chat room.

"Here's shocking news for everyone: unnatural forces exist in this world! I just encountered a related criminal case."

「...」

DING DONG. The phone chimed with a message notification.

Takahashi Saeko did not look at it right away, as she had a guest at the door.

Showing an unprofessional attitude was not acceptable, so she had to suppress her desire to check the message and opened the door.

"Welcome, Miss Curtis."