9:25 PM, just five minutes before the curfew.
Aozawa hastily ran to the door of room 601.
He panted heavily, nostalgically missing the Black Kite's speed exceeding eighty kilometers per hour and its tireless stamina.
The human body was too weak.
After catching his breath a bit, he turned the knob, opened the door, and called out, "Chitose, I'm back~"
SMACK!
The black whip stretched out in the air, making a sharp cracking sound.
Morimoto Chiyoda straightened the newly purchased whip in her hand. Her flirtatious, melon-seed face showed a hint of regret as she said, "I thought I would have an opportunity to use the new punishment whip I just bought. Aozawa, I have told you over and over not to stay out so late. You seem to be letting my words go in one ear and out the other!"
"Hehe."
