Tokyo Self-Defense Forces

【Wealth: 2 (middle class)】

[Status: 3 (bottom level)]

【Intrinsic term】

[Computer: 10 (perfect)]

[Fishing: 4 (poor) +]

[Fighting: 10 (Grandmaster)]

[You can use 3 free attribute points to develop new skills]

[Current number of self-defense times: 24 times]

[Currently available attribute points: 9 points]

[Currently available skills: directional castration x1]

"Add points to success!"

“How is the effect?”

Seeing that the charm value changed from a boy to a succubus, Hoshino couldn't help but wonder, will he become a handsome man like in novels and anime, who doesn't need to dress up and can always exude a charming aura?

All is yet to be revealed.

In order to verify the effect of adding points, Hoshino Makoto, a practical person, decided to verify it immediately.

"Father-in-law, mother-in-law, please wait a moment!"

"Baga, what are you doing again?"

Hearing what Hoshino Makoto said, Okita Masato looked back impatiently, and then froze on the spot.

Okita Hui's movements were slower than her husband's. Seeing her husband's dazed expression, she was a little puzzled. Then she turned her head away, and then revealed an expression that was even more exaggerated than her husband's.

Open your eyes wide.

Slightly open red lips.

A look of surprise.

The young man who had just called the couple father-in-law and mother-in-law simply lifted up his wet hair in front of his forehead, and his entire temperament and image changed dramatically.

No.

It's not just about temperament.

The facial features seemed to be more refined, the skin became a little more lustrous than before, and some small dull and rough defects had disappeared without a trace.

"Is it my imagination?"

Okita Hui stared at the handsome face of Hoshino Makoto in front of her and felt as if her memory was confused. When she looked at Hoshino Makoto carefully before, she clearly thought that he was only 7 or 8 points at most.

But now...

Her heart, beating uncontrollably, had already given her an answer.

So handsome!

His face looks better than Kimura Takuya's, his clothing style looks better than Suda Masaki's, and the worst thing is that even his figure looks more perfect than Abe Hiroshi's.

Why would there be such a big change just by lifting my hair?

Okita Hui doesn't understand!

At the moment, she didn't have the heart to think about it.

As a woman who loves both money and handsome men, at this moment, Okita Hui, following her wealthy husband, looks at another man with eyes that seem to be filled with pink hearts.

In her mind, there appeared scenes of Hoshino Makoto pressing her down on the big sofa at home, and so on.

Even if...

Hoshino Makoto just called her mother-in-law.

"If you have something to say, say it quickly, and if you have a fart, say it quickly."

Okita Masato, also a man, was the first to come to his senses. Although his tone was still impatient, it was obvious that he had lost his initial indifference.

Good-looking people have privileges and can easily gain the favor of others no matter what the circumstances.

Even someone like Masato Okita, who was extremely hostile to Hoshino Makoto, was inevitably slightly affected.

Noticing the changes in the two people in front of him, Hoshino could almost guess the effect.

"The charm value is full, and it seems that the effect is not weak."

Hoshino Shin smiled, walked towards Okita Masato, and extended his hand politely and kindly.

"Let's reconcile, father-in-law."

"No matter what, you are still the father of my wife and the grandfather of my child. I really don't want to make things difficult for you."

"Father-in-law, I heard from Xiaoling that you don't have a son and my parents died early. Please give me a chance and let me take care of you in your old age."

Okita Masato's brain froze for a moment.

Staring at Hoshino Makoto in front of him in disbelief.

It seems to be saying, what are you trying to do again?

He was acting so arrogant in my office yesterday, and today he offered to take care of me in my old age. Am I deaf?

After being stunned for a long time, Okita Hui beside her took a deep breath and finally came to her senses. She looked at the handsome and sincere Hoshino Makoto in front of her, and glanced at her husband beside her.

Okita Hui, who knew her husband's character well, knew that her old man was the most face-conscious and would never take the initiative to reconcile with others.

But his silence generally shows that his attitude is not that firm.

Right.

After all, her only daughter is pregnant with another man's child. No matter how angry she is, she can't eat her daughter's man alive.

Perhaps, from the very beginning, the husband had considered the possibility of reconciliation with his son-in-law, but he just couldn't bring himself to do so.

"Then..."

'Let me add some fuel to the fire.'

"Let Hoshino really owe me a favor!"

Thinking of this, Okita Hui narrowed her eyes, curved her eyebrows, smiled sweetly, took Okita Masato's hand and winked at Hoshino Shin.

"Hubby, we are going to have a son, be happy."

Signal received.

Hoshino Shin thought decisively and pulled Okita Masato's wrist, then pulled Okita Hui's soft and boneless little hand and squeezed it gently in his hand, feeling the delicate and smoothness of the other's palm.

"Dad, Mom, let me honor you from now on."

"Humph!"

Okita Masato pulled his hand back with all his strength, his expression still serious, but he didn't say anything more harsh, he just silently said:

"It wasn't me who asked someone to hit you before. I, Okita Masato, wouldn't do such a low-level trick."

After saying this, Okita Masato turned around and left silently.

The reluctant explanation made it seem like the person didn't want to acknowledge it, but had to accept the relationship reluctantly.

At this time, Okita Hui also pulled her little hand out of Hoshino Makoto's hand in a timely manner.

"Let's go first, Hoshino-kun, bring Ling-chan to your house to play when you have time."

"As you command, Mom."

Hoshino Makoto glanced at the gate on Okita Hui's leg imperceptibly.

Heart Road:

If you have time, I will definitely play it hard.

Okita Hui didn't notice that there was something wrong with Hoshino's eyes. The more she looked at this handsome face, the more she liked it.

"Haha, you don't have to address me so formally. Even Ling-chan has never called me mom. You can call me sister or aunt or just call me by my name."

"What are you still talking about!" Okita Masato's impatient voice came.

"I am coming over now."

Okita Hui quickly responded, then her lips curved into an arc, and she waved goodbye to Hoshino Makoto with a smile.

"See you next time, Hoshino-kun."

"Okay, see you next time!"

Hoshino Makoto smiled as he saw the Okita couple off. After they were far away, he turned and went to his office.

Why didn't he choose to turn against Okita Masato immediately and collect the system reward at this time?

Because there are greater benefits to be gained from Okita Masato.

Just like Okita Hui, she married Okita Masato because he was rich and had resources.

And now, Hoshino Shinya really needs Okita Masato's resources and help.

Masataka Miyazawa's legs are broken, no matter what the reason.

As one of the six largest conglomerates in the country, Mihara Corporation will not allow a person in a wheelchair to continue to monopolize the company's resources.

This society is so cruel.

Therefore, the position of deputy minister will probably be vacant.

Who will be the next vice minister? Hoshino really thinks that Okita Masato, the head of the department, will definitely have a say.

108 Listen to the sound of

It's approaching noon.

Product Management Headquarters Conference.

Several ministers and deputy ministers, dozens of section chiefs and hundreds of employees gathered together.

Shinya Hoshino, the section chief of one of the subordinate departments, attended the meeting under the leadership of the director Masato Okita.

The topic of the meeting was the attack on Masataka Miyazawa. It was no small matter when a deputy director of a department was attacked while competing with the director.

So the meeting was not gentle.

This was the first time that Hoshino Makoto had seen a manager at the level of a minister or vice minister since he started working in Mihara. He was scolded so badly that he didn't dare to talk back.

Especially Minister Okita, who is known for his bad temper, behaves like a primary school student being scolded by his teacher in front of Minister Ben.

The director is a middle-aged man in his fifties named Dong Yuanxian. He has a Mediterranean beer belly and all the characteristics of a greasy middle-aged man.

But it's not vulgar.

Especially at this moment, he was pointing at the noses of a group of ministers and scolding them, his tone and expression fully revealed the attitude of a superior.

Dong Yuanxian stood on the high platform, looking down at the middle-level managers who used to boss people around, and his tone was extremely cold.

"a bunch of idiots!"

"Especially you, Okita Masato. You just finished a phone call with Miyazawa Masaki at noon, and something happened to Miyazawa Masaki in the afternoon."

"Tell me if you are an idiot."

Okita Masato lowered his head in frustration and nodded.

Fortunately, both the police and the company confirmed after multiple investigations that Masato Okita did not commit any crime.

Otherwise it would be dangerous.

Thinking of this, Okita Masato looked back and saw the direction of Hoshino Makoto.

In fact, for a while yesterday, Masato Okita was quite suspicious whether it was possible that Hoshino Makoto did it. After all, he knew that Miyazawa Masaki and Hoshino Makoto were not actually on good terms.

And the person who was looking for someone to bump into Hoshino Makoto last time, Okita Masato guessed that it was Miyazawa Masataka.

Therefore, it is very likely that Hoshino is waiting for an opportunity to take revenge.

But Hoshino Makoto was in the company yesterday afternoon, and he had just become the class monitor. He had led an ordinary life before and had no connection with the black and white forces.