Chapter 91:
My Telekinetic Office Lady Girlfriend Is Way Too Powerful!
Tokyo, Marunouchi — in the canyon of skyscrapers, a massive glass-walled building gleamed under the night sky.
Two dark silhouettes descended silently onto its rooftop.
One was a sexy female spy in a black slit dress, garter belt, and perfectly worn stiletto heels.
The other was a man in tight black tights with a tenugui headband, a toy shuriken stuck in his back, and a hopelessly awkward expression — a wannabe ninja.
“…Why am I a ninja…?”
Shota’s voice trembled on the verge of tears. Beside him, Ryoko gave a beaming smile and flashed a peace sign.
“Ufufu♡ A female spy always comes with a NINJA, you know? It’s common knowledge worldwide.”
“Absolutely not… This is definitely some kind of mash-up movie. Totally not the MI6 vibe…”
“No complaints♡ Those tights actually work surprisingly well as night camouflage. And the size fits perfectly, right? I measured you in advance♪”
“When…? Actually, that’s kind of scary now that I think about it…”
Shota snuck glances at Ryoko, who walked soundlessly in stiletto heels. She moved like the lead in a spy film, completely in character, armed with absurdly realistic props like a gun-shaped lipstick and a crimson lip gloss for blowing kiss distractions.
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“Alright, shall we? Infiltration start♡”
“Y-Yes… mission acknowledged, Senpai…!”
As Shota followed in a ninja pose, Ryoko placed her hand over the rooftop emergency exit.
An electronic lock barred the way, but in the next instant—
Click… pssht.
Her telekinesis instantly unlocked the circuitry.
“…It’s open. Now, let’s go expose Sunrise Global Trading’s darkness.”
Her face bore the resolve of a woman acting for the Sasaki family.
Shota swallowed hard and followed.
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【Infiltration of the Sunrise Building】They descended the stairs, slipping through empty office floors without using ID cards — too risky to leave logs.
— Basement 2F, in front of the security station —
“…Senpai, you’re up.”
Ryoko pressed a finger to her lips and smiled.
The silence was broken only by the click… click… of her heels.
Her black dress glinted faintly in the moonlight streaming through the atrium windows, as if the night itself were walking toward them.
Inside the security station sat a young male guard. He was watching the monitors but looked up the moment Ryoko opened the door.
Guard (wary): “Wh-What are you doing here!? This area is off-limits—wait… um… huh…?”
Before him stood a woman with an alluring smile, her eyes glinting faintly red. She walked slowly toward the station.
“Thank you for your hard work♡… Must be tough, working this late at night?”
(Her voice was like a gentle late-night radio host, seeping directly into his heart.)
Guard (cheeks reddening instantly): “N-No… th-thank you… uh…” (Whoa, she’s gorgeous…)
He became increasingly enchanted by her red eyes…
(What is this…? Ah… I… want to be useful to her… so badly…)
Ryoko (whispering): “Ufufu♡ Tell me… what’s your name?”
Guard: “…Yes… I am… Kosugi…”
Ryoko: “Kosugi-san… I have a favor to ask♡ I want to go to Basement 3. Do you know what’s there?”
Kosugi’s eyes glazed with longing; he was desperate to help her.
Kosugi: “…Basement 3… be careful… three traps… beyond that, a hidden door… but I… don’t know how to open it… I’m… sorry 😭…”
He eagerly explained the three traps but, unable to tell her how to open the hidden door, began crying in frustration.
Ryoko gazed at him with red eyes. “Good boy… thank you, Kosugi-san♡”
The moment she thanked him, an overwhelming bliss flooded Kosugi.
Kosugi: “…Aaaaah 🤩… so happy…”
In a whirlpool of pleasure and confusion where senses blurred — scent became visible, sound became touch — he slumped onto the desk, twitching.
Ryoko: “Fufu♡ You seem a bit tired… If you could open the door to Basement 3, then maybe just close your eyes for a bit? Nothing to fear… I only want to let your heart and body rest. Sleeping feels so wonderful… and you’ll forget me afterward♡”
To Kosugi, her words were pure heaven. He unlocked the security door to Basement 3 with bliss, and as the electronic beep sounded, his eyelids grew heavy — dopamine, serotonin, melatonin, and a surge of comfort making resistance impossible.
Kosugi (drifting): “Uh… ah… I’m… so sleepy… feels… so good… 😴”
Thunk.
Ryoko: “…Good night. Sweet dreams♡”
She winked at Kosugi, then spoke into her earpiece.
“Ufufu♡ Problem solved♪”
“…This hormone manipulation is brutal… Could this be the Truth-Confession Curse… or the Curse of Absolute Obedience!?”
Shota muttered, but Ryoko was already heading for the unlocked door.
Ninja Shota followed, slipping past the blissfully sleeping Kosugi.
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【Basement 3, the Trap Zone】Down from Basement 2F to… the lowest level, Basement 3.
Officially labeled only as “Old Records Storage,” Ryoko had never entered it before.
But her sixth sense warned her:
(It’s here… Sunrise Global Trading’s ‘shadow’.)
“…Be careful, Shota-kun. From here, it’s no game.”
Her red eyes glowed faintly as they stepped into the dim hallway.
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The first obstacle: a motion-sensor floor.
Touching it instantly triggered the alarm.
Cold metal tiles stretched into the distance.
Standing at the entrance were spy Ryoko and ninja Shota.
Shota (whispering): “Seriously? If I touch this floor it’s over? Ninja and sales jobs both require keeping your feet on the ground…”
Ryoko (smiling): “Don’t worry, Shota-kun. I’m a woman who lives without touching the ground♡”
She floated gracefully, her dress swaying, gliding over the alarm floor like she was swimming underwater, and landed on the other side.
Shota (mesmerized): “…My wife… like a goddess…”
Ryoko: “Ufufu♡ Now it’s your turn. Come here♡”
She spread her arms, lifting him into the air, then sent him flying into her chest.
Fwoooosh! Poof.
“…That was… quite a ride…”
“I just wanted to see you sooner♡”
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Next: AI facial recognition cameras.
They analyzed expressions and behavior in real time, reporting outsiders showing tension, anxiety, or deceit.
“…But as Kosugi-san said, if they can’t see, they can’t detect♡”
With a twirl of her finger, every camera’s focus locked at minimum distance, blurring the view beyond recognition — telekinesis precision work.
Shota: “Yikes… in a spy movie, you’d be the genius double agent who gets killed in the end…”
“Fufu♡ Relax — you’re guaranteed the girlfriend/love interest role.”
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Final obstacle: a red-laser grid.
Countless beams lined the corridor, setting off alarms with the slightest contact.
“This… is the scene I’ve always wanted to try in a movie♡”
Excited, Ryoko slipped off her heels, extending her legs through the slit in her dress.
Then — with dance-like elegance — she wove through each beam.
Shota floated behind her, shrinking in on himself and chanting in his head:
(Don’t hit it, don’t hit it… I’ll be fine… probably…)
⇒ To be continued
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