Chapter 125: Cute? Sexy? Sorry, I Want Both!

Three days later, at Genji Heavy Industries, in the "ward" exclusively belonging to Eri.

In the living room, a large LCD screen displayed dazzling game graphics, while in front of it, a man and a woman frantically pressed buttons on their controllers.

"Zetton————!!"

With a shrill cry, a black monster with a yellow bulb glowing on its chest swung its arms and launched a blazing fireball forward.

The opposing Ultraman Zoffy screamed as flames erupted across his entire body, even engulfing his head, before he staggered and collapsed with a thud.

Immediately, a massive "KO" appeared on the screen.

Undoubtedly, the invincible Ultraman Zoffy had fallen—again and again and again!

Meanwhile, the dignified head of the Uesugi clan had defeated the mastermind behind the murder of the previous patriarch, restoring the honor of the Snake-Dragon Eight Families.

Congratulations! Coca-Cola!

"This shouldn't be… this doesn't make sense…"

Watching the fallen Yagami An on the screen, Wu Xian stared blankly, then looked down at his own hands, as if questioning the very meaning of life.

By now, it was exactly the fifteenth day since Wu Xian had arrived in Japan; since casting the 【Discipline】 over all of Tokyo, he had stopped caring about the Snake-Dragon Eight Families' pursuit of Oni, leaving all of it to Source Hachioji and his father.

He himself devoted all his time to Eri, spending each day either taking her sightseeing across Tokyo's major attractions or staying at home binge-watching anime and playing games—indistinguishable from an ordinary otaku.

But Wu Xian never expected Eri to possess such an astonishing talent for fighting games.

Over nearly half a month, they had played over a hundred matches.

At first, it was balanced—games like Street Fighter and King of Fighters saw them evenly matched, with Wu Xian even holding a slight edge.

But today, when they switched to Ultraman Fighting 3, Eri became possessed—as if inhabited by Gigan, Belial, or Emperor Antlar—easily crushing every Ultraman Wu Xian controlled, often winning outright without even depleting much health.

The absurd result left Wu Xian stunned; with his dynamic vision and reflexes, even if he were terrible at games, he shouldn't lose this badly.

"Of course—Ultramen never harm little monsters. This is fate. That's why I lost so badly… Yes, it must be!"

He comforted himself, sighed, and collapsed onto the tatami, then turned to watch Eri's back.

At home today, Eri had worn a white nightgown that accentuated her graceful figure as she sat.

Her long red hair cascaded like a waterfall, draping over her slender waist and rounded hips, causing Wu Xian's gaze to linger there, unwilling to look away.

"A childbirth shape? That's an excellent ass…"

As he thought this, he raised his head and found Eri had turned slightly, as if sensing his stare, gazing at him with an utterly pure expression.

That look sent a chill down Wu Xian's spine; guilt surged instinctively. He turned away, coughed twice, and was about to stammer an excuse when a soft female voice suddenly echoed in the room.

"Godzilla, are you looking at my butt?"

Eri blinked, asking with curious tone.

After over half a month of communication and training, Eri could now speak fluently.

As a super hybrid rivaling an S-rank, she was merely naive and lacking common sense—her actual intelligence surpassed over 99% of the world's population; speaking was no challenge.

But with near-zero emotional intelligence, her words often plunged others into excruciating awkwardness.

Like now—Wu Xian, even with his thick skin, didn't know how to answer.

Fortunately, the problem wasn't serious; though his skin wasn't thick enough, he could simply discard his dignity.

So after locking eyes with Eri for several seconds, Wu Xian suddenly "fumed with shame," grabbed her slender arm, pulled her into his lap, flipped over, and pinned her beneath him.

"Woman, do you know you're playing with fire?"

Wu Xian leaned close to Eri's porcelain earlobe and whispered this archaic tyrant line, his hand resting unsteadily on her waist, slowly sliding downward.

"Is Godzilla going to kiss me?"

Yet Eri merely blinked, her now clear, unclouded eyes reflecting Wu Xian's face—as if imprinting it deep into her soul.

Slowly, a faint smile appeared on Eri's face.

Though thin and fleeting, like glimmer on snow, it transformed her otherwise expressionless features into something breathtakingly beautiful, as if lightly rouged.

Even after spending so much time alone with her, Wu Xian was momentarily awestruck.

At that moment, he heard the girl speak in a calm, certain, and hopeful tone:

"You can. Because… I really want to kiss Godzilla too."

Damn! This is cheating!

Wu Xian's heart leapt violently.

They say cuteness means nothing before sexiness—or that sexiness is powerless before cuteness—each side has its arguments.

But what if the person is a perfect fusion of cuteness and a voluptuous, mature body?

Wu Xian wasn't sure—but he knew if he didn't act now, he shouldn't be called Wu Xian anymore; he should change his name to Wu Gonggong.

Thinking this, his gaze grew deep. His hand on Eri's waist slowly moved, and he leaned closer, the distance between them shrinking, shrinking…

"Bang—"

At that moment, someone forcefully shoved open the door. Shibusawa Sakura rushed in, her voice tense: "Bad news! Mr. Wu Xian, the Oni… they've…"

Sakura couldn't finish—she saw the young mistress of the Uesugi clan, revered as the goddess Kotoamatsukami, currently pinned beneath the suspected Dragon King, seemingly about to commit an indecent act.

Her face paled, then flushed; she couldn't decide whether to continue speaking or risk being slapped to death while defending Eri's virtue.

Before she could act, a massive force struck her, hurling her backward through the air.

With a thud, Sakura found herself outside the room, the door slamming shut behind her.

Sakura stood speechless, torn, frozen in place, waiting.

Fortunately, she didn't wait long—barely a minute passed before the door opened again.

Wu Xian stood at the threshold, wiping his mouth with his hand, then said flatly: "What about the Oni? Did they launch a counterattack and gain the upper hand over the Snake-Dragon Eight Families?"

"No."

Sakura glanced awkwardly past Wu Xian at the room behind him, then took a deep breath and said solemnly:

"The young master just sent word: the Oni suddenly appeared and, at great cost, allowed some members to break out and escape the Tokyo region."

"During this, we captured a severely wounded Oni member. After interrogation, we learned their target is Akakigawa near Mount Fuji—the site normally surveyed and mined by the Sakurai family."

Here, Sakura's voice grew dry:

"But according to that Oni member, beneath the Thunder Valley at the bottom of Akakigawa lies a Niflheim—and that is where the god… the White Emperor's bones are buried."

"Now they're heading there to awaken Him, and use His power to destroy all of Japan!"

"Hah. Sounds like good news."

Wu Xian muttered, then turned to look inside the room—at Eri, who was watching him too. His expression softened instantly, and he raised his hand toward her:

"Come on, Eri… it's time to crown you."

(End of Chapter)