MC Creative Mode: Wholesale Perpetual Motion Machine

Chapter 154 Ordinary and Happy Days
As dawn breaks, golden sunlight gently bathes the picturesque seaside tourist town of Morio.

However, beneath this picturesque facade, a chilling case is quietly unfolding in a dark corner.

A businessman in a sharp suit and carrying a briefcase has just parked his car and gotten out, seemingly ready to begin his busy day.

A beautiful young woman, alone, happened to walk past his car, and then the man in the suit also stepped onto the same street.

The two walked one after the other, gradually becoming synchronized, as if it were just a coincidence that they were moving in the same direction.

The girl walking ahead keenly caught the footsteps behind her. She glanced back uneasily and was met with the handsome face of the man in the suit.

The man politely nodded in response.

A slight blush rose to the girl's beautiful face, and she quickly turned her head away.

However, the girl did not notice that the man in the suit behind her, whose face seemed harmless and had a faint smile, was actually staring intently at her smooth, jade-like hands out of the corner of his eye, like a venomous snake.

As they passed through a dark alley, a large, silent hand suddenly reached out from behind and dragged the unsuspecting girl into endless darkness.

A moment later, accompanied by a dull thud from the trash can, the man in the suit calmly straightened his tie.

He carried a breakfast bag in his hand, walked out from the other end of the alley, and strolled casually into the gate of a company.

"Hey, Kawashiri!" A friendly senior colleague greeted Kawajiri Kosaku at his desk with a familiar air.

His restless eyes quickly swept over the bag on the table, and a faint fragrance wafted into his nostrils.

"Huh! Is this a sandwich?"

Envy flickered in the senior's eyes. "Ah, that's so nice, so nice. This must be a lovingly made bento box by Mrs. Kawajiri. Bachelors like us don't get lovingly made bento boxes from our wives."

"I'm so tired of eating supermarket lunches every day. I really hope that one day I'll have a loving partner who will make me a loving lunch."

The restless hands of my senior colleague reached straight for the bag. "Kawajiri, you have so many sandwiches, would you mind if I tried a piece?"

"I'm so sorry, senior." Kawajiri Kosaku's hand gripped his senior's wrist tightly, like an iron clamp.

When the senior colleague felt the immense force on his wrist and began to show anger at the junior's disrespect, Kawajiri showed an apologetic expression.

He stood up, bowed, and respectfully offered his senior a cigarette. After lighting it, he said apologetically, "This is a bento box made with my wife's love. Even if you are my senior, I absolutely cannot share it!"

"Hmph!" A senior colleague took a drag of his cigarette, turned away with a hint of displeasure on his face, and muttered, "What a stingy guy..."

The apology on Kawajiri Kosaku's face quickly disappeared. He put his mask back on and quickly threw himself into his work.

Not long after, when lunch break arrived, he made himself a cup of hot cocoa, and carrying the bulging sandwich bag, he went to the rooftop. With the gentle breeze blowing, he sipped his warm cocoa and ate his sandwich, as if enjoying a feast.

As they ate, the two sandwiches disappeared into the bag, which was still bulging. A gentle smile appeared on his face: "Darling, the lovingly made sandwiches you made are so delicious."

He seemed to be infected by his lover's smile, and a happy smile appeared on his handsome face: "Hahaha, what are you talking about? How could I get tired of eating it?"

"I could eat your love sandwiches for a hundred years and I would never get tired of them."

He gently kissed the back of his lover's hand and tenderly took out a ring from his pocket. "Do you remember? This is the anniversary of our meeting. This is a gift for you. I hope that every day from now on, you can make me a love sandwich."

The ring was gently placed on the girl's slender, jade-like finger, and Kawajiri Kosaku kissed it softly. Time seemed to freeze at that moment, leaving only this warm affection spreading in the air.

Suddenly, his gaze fell on the sandwich mayonnaise stuck to the girl's fingers, and a mischievous smile appeared on his face: "Oh dear! You're so careless, look, it's all stuck to your hands."

"You mean the handkerchief? No need, let me clean it for you."

"Oh, what's there to be ashamed of? Aren't we lovers? What's so strange about this between lovers?"

With impeccable gentlemanly manners, he took her hand, gently opened his mouth, and put her sauce-covered fingers into his mouth, his sticky tongue hungrily licking her cool fingers.

After a while, he calmed his heavy breathing, gently put his lover back into the bag, and held her close to his chest.

As the sun set and dusk approached, Kawajiri Kosaku, or rather, the man named Kira Yoshikage, leisurely drove home from get off work.

I was walking happily through the alley in the morning when I found it already cordoned off with police tape.

In the distance, one could hear a woman's suppressed sobs. "Waaah... Risa, why, why did something so terrible have to happen to you..."

With the same smile on his lips, Kosaku Kawajiri drove all the way to the coast to enjoy the afterglow of the sunset with his lover.

Kawajiri Kosaku closed his eyes, feeling the gentle breeze, then glanced at his watch, a hint of apology on his face. "Oh dear? It's already this late. Is your name Risa? Risa-chan, I'm so sorry, I have to go home now. See you tomorrow, bye-bye."

He kissed the cold, severed hand again with deep affection, then without hesitation threw it into the turbulent waves, leaving it to be devoured by fish and shrimp...

……

As dawn breaks, the golden sunlight gently bathes the seaside town of Morio once again.

However, beneath this picturesque facade, a chilling case is quietly unfolding in a dark corner.

A businessman in a sharp suit and carrying a briefcase has just parked his car and gotten out, seemingly ready to begin his busy day.

A lone young girl happened to walk past his car, and then the man in the suit stepped onto the same street, his faint smile unchanged.

The peaceful, tranquil, leisurely, and joyful life continues.

One day, two days, three days...

One year, two years, three years...

Or perhaps 100 million years, 200 million years, 300 million years...

For Kawajiri Kosaku, or rather Kira Yoshikage, these ordinary yet "wonderful" days will last forever.

forever……

(End of this chapter)