My wife is the stand-in.

Rin Tohsaka sat on the spacious windowsill, her feet, clad in stockings but barefoot, made her beautiful toes even more alluring against the backdrop of the 30 denier stockings.

Her long, shapely legs leaned casually against the windowsill, her absolute territory covered by her skirt, the hem of which swayed in the wind, giving the illusion that she might reveal a hint of eroticism at any moment.

Those low hills, like those in mid-spring, though not towering, contain boundless vitality, and on their swan-like long necks are the faces of goddesses who make one forget the mundane world.

The air conditioner occasionally blew cold air through the window, blowing into the sweltering heat. The goddess sat between the cold and the heat, her long, lustrous black hair flowing in the wind.

Amanosaki rubbed his eyes, his eyes and heart, healed by the beauty, were revitalized.

The harsh sunlight was blocked by the awning, but the still bright light outlined the goddess's features.

"What, is being my best friend a disservice to you?"

The goddess raised an eyebrow, her eyes filled with a gentle smile.

"No, I'm just very sorry." Amanosaki leaned back on the bed, greedily taking in this beautiful scene. In addition to disinfectant, there was also the girl's faint fragrance in the air.

"What's a pity?" the goddess blinked.

"Rin's husband and Rin's best friend are like fish and bear's paw, you can't have both. I've already promised to be Rin's husband in this life, and as for being her best friend, that can only be in the next life."

Amanosaki sighed and shook his head in dissatisfaction, seemingly lamenting that he couldn't be in two places at once.

Rin Tohsaka laughed, her slender waist swaying as if she might fall headfirst at any moment.

Amanosaki looked at him with a smile.

Hearing the cheerful laughter coming from inside, the security guard outside gently knocked on the door.

"Mr. Amanosaki, Mr. Kohaku is waiting for you next door. Please prepare yourself."

Amanosaki, who was staring blankly at Rin Tohsaka, then realized that the room was too bright and that hot air was blowing from the window.

"The surface?"

Rin Tohsaka nodded: "VIP ward. Your bed used to be occupied by branch-level heroes."

Upon hearing this, Amanosaki had a sudden inspiration:

"Because I performed exceptionally well, you're going to reward me?"

"I feel it's more like a punishment."

"How to say?"

"A small punishment is a big warning."

Chapter 41: Social Death

Amanosaki was helped out of bed by Rin, and he walked slowly towards the outside, his mind racing.

What kind of punishment will it be?

The rules that Amanosaki violated, to put it bluntly, were nothing more than repeatedly using his supernatural abilities within the branch headquarters and injuring two swordsmen without knowing the consequences.

The maximum penalty is for repeat offenders and intentional injury.

However, it is perfectly normal for martial arts practitioners to get injured and bleed during sparring matches.

It's more accurate to say that a sparring match without bloodshed isn't a proper sparring match.

As for using his superpowers, he only did it out of necessity due to the situation and the opponent's attack. Because of this, he even lost his plan to please the cafeteria lady and use the "adopt a godmother" method to get more food.

Since Rin had already told him beforehand that it would be a "minor punishment to serve as a warning," Amanosaki felt that he should be put in solitary confinement for a few days or fined.

But is it worth it for Amber to personally intervene?

Amanosaki was completely baffled.

His hand touched the doorknob, and the door opened from the inside. The bodyguard, wearing sunglasses and a suit, carefully looked Amanosaki and Rin Tohsaka before stepping aside.

"Oh! Our great painter has arrived."

Amber's slightly cheerful voice first reached Amanosaki's ears, followed by the rapid sound of pages turning.

In the spacious family rest and meeting room of the VIP ward, Amber sat on a black leather armchair, waving a stack of A4 papers around.

Sitting on the sofa were a middle-aged beautiful woman, an old man with white eyebrows and a bald head, and a muscular man in a vest.

These are the section chiefs of the Yushan branch.

Behind them stood their respective deputy section chiefs, each dressed in a suit and standing ramrod straight.

Hu Zhun, the deputy head of the intelligence section, stood behind a beautiful woman whose hair barely covered her earlobes and who was wearing a winter coat with strong Chinese festive colors that would never appear in the summer of Yushan City. His lips twitched.

"Oh, is this the Amanosaki that the legendary old man, Mr. Scabies Bin, specifically requested?"

The beautiful woman crossed her legs, her bright red high heels swaying, and a glimpse of dark skin flashed past the hem of her winter coat.

At least 120 Dan.

Amanosaki glanced at it only once, but his keen eye, honed through years of drawing character illustrations and observing countless materials, immediately drew a conclusion.

Generally speaking, stockings with a denier of 60 or higher are only worn in autumn and winter, because they are very close-fitting and thick, and they cannot show off the alluring flesh color inside the stockings, and they will also cover up the graceful shape of the legs.

So once spring arrives, fashion-conscious girls can't wait to put on 60 denier stockings, and in summer they switch to 30 denier.

In short, the thinner the better, and the more transparent the better.

The ultimate in stockings right now is the incredibly soft and delicate 5 denier.

That would mean it has already deviated from its practical use and become purely a tool for pleasure or for unrestrainedly showing off one's leg shape.

And this beautiful woman is wearing stockings with a denier of 120 or higher in the middle of summer... Doesn't she feel hot even in an air-conditioned room?

'These feet must be stinking, the kind that smells like they're smoking.'

He thought to himself.

"Qingniang, calm down. Young people are hot-tempered and can't stand this kind of thing."

"That's what Amber said."

The others immediately gave him knowing smiles, with the man in the vest laughing especially loudly, showing Amanosaki an appreciative look of "like-mindedness".

Amanosaki then realized that when he was thinking about stockings, he had been staring at the gap in the hem of a woman's dress, making him look like a complete lecher.

"I'm not... never mind."

Amanosaki instinctively wanted to explain, but he immediately realized that explaining things would only make things worse. Since he had denied Kohaku's words, he would have to explain what he was looking at and thinking.

What did he say?

I was actually wondering just how smelly your feet are?

It's better not to say anything at all; saying it will only cause more misunderstanding!

Rin Tohsaka subtly tightened her grip on Amanosaki's hand, causing Amanosaki excruciating pain in his wrist under Rin's forceful movements.

He could only look at Rin with a wronged expression, his thoughts racing.

'It's a misunderstanding, all a misunderstanding!'

Rin simply turned her head away with a calm smile, not even glancing at him.

But the next moment, his eyes almost popped out of their sockets.

The beautiful woman known as Qingniang narrowed her phoenix eyes and looked at Amanosaki with a mischievous glint in her eyes, gently waving the booklet in her hand at him.

That was a character illustration by Amano Saki.

A dozen or so well-known anime female characters are lined up, kneeling with their backs to the screen, revealing their full buttocks covered in colorful stockings soaked by seawater and various styles of bikinis.

Some of them were delicate and charming, some were expressionless, some had innocent looks, some were burning with desire, some were passionate, and some were disdainful.

"What excellent painting skills!" Qingniang smiled broadly, her fingers, painted with red nail polish, gently tapping the image of the beautiful woman in the booklet.

It was Rin Tohsaka.

So he gripped Amanosaki's wrist even tighter, and you could almost hear a cracking sound.

However, Amanosaki was completely oblivious to Rin at the moment; his face was as red as a lobster that had been steamed, as if it were about to bleed.

"Hmm~ Are you off work? Master~ would you like to take a shower first, or eat first, or... eat me first?"

Qingniang flipped through the picture book. In FGO, the voluptuous Minamoto no Yorimitsu was wearing only a purple apron and sitting on the stove. Her long hair cascaded down her back, and she looked at Amanosaki with a dreamy gaze. The cream pudding in her hand fell over, and specks of cream splattered onto Minamoto no Yorimitsu's mountain-like breasts.

Holding up the painting, Qingniang imitated the text on the portrait with an extremely charming tone.

All the males in the reception room trembled involuntarily.

Except for Amanosaki, he was already in a daze.

The bald, white-browed, kind-faced old man held up the booklet in his hand. She was wearing an evening gown that revealed her perfect back. Her tall figure and shy expression, like that of a little bird, made her head slightly lower, her fingers twirling her hair.

The old man said calmly, "Tonight, you'll invite me to dance the first dance, won't you?"

"Pfft."

Hu Zhun couldn't hold back any longer. He clenched his fist and covered his mouth, but his laughter still escaped.

The muscular man in a vest raises his hands over his booklet, revealing Icarus, who is completely naked except for bird feathers covering her genitals, with a blank and pitiful look in her eyes.

The muscular man, with a wild voice so rough it could sing the folk song "Paradise," deliberately pinched his throat and said in a chick-pecking voice, "Hey, what is 'love'?"

Kohaku opened the picture book in his hand expressionlessly. Countless beauties surrounded the chair. They were wearing cheongsams of various colors and patterns, and they all looked up at Amanosaki outside the picture.

Countless mouths split open on Amber's body, mimicking the voices of the young, the old, the youthful, the mature, the pure and innocent, and the alluring and seductive, delivering the most devastating blow to Amanosaki:

"We are all your wings."

"Ahhhh!"

Amanosaki shoved Rin Tohsaka aside, his eyes bloodshot, and roared like a monkey as he rushed back to the ward at his fastest speed and slammed the door shut.

Meanwhile, in the room just a wall away, bursts of laughter erupted uncontrollably, with everyone wearing joyful expressions.

Ruined.

My life is over.

Amanosaki buried his head in the blankets, his heart filled with grief.

Although his body was still alive, the socialite named "Amanosaki" had been declared dead.

Outside the door, there was not only a group of branch leaders, but also several bodyguards responsible for opening and closing the door and providing services.