"DXD: Multiverse Journey"Chapter 200: Origami's God-Tier Move—Panty Collector in the Making
The final bell had barely faded before Tohka latched onto Shuo Nangong's arm, her eyes shining with a familiar hunger.
"Shuo, hurry! We have to get kinako bread before it's all gone!"
He could only sigh and wave a quick goodbye to Shido and Origami before letting Tohka drag him off to the bakery.
The moment they stepped inside, Shuo didn't waste time.
"Boss, I'll take every kinako bread you've got left. Bag it all up, please."
The owner's head snapped up. "Huh? You two again?!"
He blinked, then broke into a grin of disbelief. "Did I hear that right? You want ALL the kinako bread?"
Over the past week, this pair had become infamous for buying out obscene quantities of his stock. Honestly, he owed his new car—and maybe his mortgage—to their insatiable appetite.
But today, they'd gone nuclear. They were buying the lot.
"Yep, you heard me. Every last one. Please pack them up," Shuo repeated, smiling politely.
The owner shook off his shock and got to work, packing bread with the efficiency of a man who'd done this dance too many times.
He even offered to deliver the haul, but Shuo just waved a hand. With a flick of his wrist, the mountain of bread vanished into his system space.
The owner's jaw dropped.
He'd seen some weird customers, but this kid was on another level.
—
Halfway home, Shuo paused, glancing at a shadow lurking by a street corner.
"Tohka, I've got something to take care of. Head home first, okay?"
Tohka, her cheeks stuffed with bread, nodded and skipped off, humming happily.
A flash of white light—and Shuo reappeared behind a patch of bushes, where Origami crouched with military focus, binoculars glued to her face.
"Origami… what exactly are you doing?"
Origami froze. She lowered the binoculars, her face unreadable.
"I'm… moon-gazing."
Shuo looked up at the blazing afternoon sun.
"Origami, the moon's not even out yet. You really think I'm buying that?"
She didn't answer. Instead, she slipped her arm through his and started pulling him toward a nearby restaurant.
He let her lead.
Inside, everything gleamed white—chandeliers, tables, even the plates. Each table was set for two, no more.
Origami chose a window seat. They sat close, shoulders nearly touching.
When the food arrived, Shuo dug in with gusto—not because he was starving, but because ever since moving in with Kotori's family, he and Shido had been running the kitchen. Sometimes, a guy just wanted to be pampered.
Origami ate with her usual quiet elegance.
Soon, they'd cleared their plates.
As Shuo reached for his wallet, the server approached, eyeing them with a knowing smile.
"This is a couples' restaurant. Couples get a thirty percent discount. Are you two a couple?"
Before Shuo could even blink, Origami answered, "Yes, we're a couple."
The server grinned. "Then you'll need to prove it."
Shuo barely had time to process before Origami leaned in and kissed him—soft, warm, and unexpectedly bold.
He froze for a heartbeat, then wrapped his arms around her and kissed back, heat flaring between them.
If the blushing server hadn't coughed politely, they might've kept going until closing time.
After paying, Shuo walked Origami home.
At her door, curiosity got the better of him.
"Hey, Origami, aren't your parents home?"
She shook her head, smiling faintly as she hugged his arm.
"No, they live at our old place. I'm here alone."
"Got it. Well, since you're home safe, I'll—"
Origami tightened her grip on his hand.
"Wait. I have something for you."
She pressed a small, warm bundle into his palm.
Shuo blinked, confused. The heat felt oddly familiar.
He unfolded it—blue and white stripes, still radiating Origami's body warmth.
Even a seasoned pervert like Shuo couldn't help but blush. He clutched the panties in both hands, spluttering,
"Origami, you—you—when did you even take these off? I never noticed!"
Origami's face remained perfectly calm.
"Don't you like them? Last time, you seemed to really enjoy it."
She paused, tilting her head in thought.
"Or… do you prefer I take them off in front of you?"
Shuo's eye twitched. Origami's logic was a labyrinth—deadpan, unfiltered, and somehow both innocent and lethal.
"Origami, seriously—don't just take off your panties whenever you feel like it! What if someone sees you?!"
He tried to sound stern, but his voice wavered.
Origami's lips curled in a tiny, satisfied smile.
"Are you jealous, Shuo? Understood. From now on, I'll wear an extra pair—or give them to you after I've worn them."
She nodded as if she'd solved a difficult math problem, clearly pleased with herself.
Shuo stared at her, half exasperated, half defeated.
At this rate, he was doomed to become an accidental panty collector.
Well… so what? Life wasn't just about poetry and distant dreams. Sometimes, you had to embrace your inner pervert.
If you can't fight it, might as well enjoy the ride.
After a few more moments of awkward tenderness, Shuo said his goodbyes and headed home.
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That evening, the moment Shuo stepped through the door, he was ambushed by a pack of hungry girls.
"Boy, I'm starving! Get in the kitchen, now!" Nia barked, already halfway through a can of beer.
"Yeah, yeah! Shuo, why are you so late? I'm hungry!" Tohka chimed in, pouting.
Kotori swung her legs from the sofa, glaring.
"Where'd you disappear to? Trying to starve us or something?"
Even Yoshino, usually shy, raised her tiny hand.
"Um… big brother, Yoshino's hungry too."
Reine sat at the table, silently dumping more sugar into her tea, looking like she'd already given up on life.
Shuo blinked. "Isn't Shido here? Can't she cook?"
Shido's cheeks went pink. She stammered,
"Um… well, everyone's gotten used to your cooking, Shuo-kun. So…"
Shuo could only sigh.
He'd thought having Shido around would mean less work.
Turns out, he'd just spoiled them all rotten.
With no other choice, he rolled up his sleeves and headed for the kitchen.
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