Becoming Their Guiding Spirit

Tsukimiyo, who hadn’t left immediately and was watching the show from the side, now stared wide-eyed.

”!!!!”

My!!

My wine!!

However, the wine didn’t matter. Although expensive, with Tsukimiyo’s current income, it was nothing.

What shocked him most was that these two beautiful girls were actually confronting each other over this man.

And...

It’s so hot!!

Tsukimiyo looked fearfully at the red-haired girl and the alluring silver-haired girl. The aura from these two made his legs tremble; he was, after all, just an ordinary person.

He could feel it.

The rise in temperature throughout the club was caused by this red-haired girl.

Originium Arts???

Are there Originium Arts this ridiculous?

What kind of monster... And the other silver-haired girl was a monster too, with a shark phantom behind her! Except for the two girls huddled in the corner watching the show, the others were all perfectly calm, meaning their strength wasn’t inferior at all, perhaps even greater.

F***!!

Tsukimiyo’s expression as he looked at Lucas Reeve completely changed.

Before, he thought this guy was just some gigolo bigshot.

Now, it looked like...

This guy was the founding patriarch of all gigolos!!

Surtr stared intently at Laurentina.

Magallan and Angelina, the two ordinary people, hid silently to the side. They couldn’t get involved in this kind of divine showdown. Nian watched the show, while Skadi was inwardly displeased and really wanted to join the fight, but was held back by Nian, standing there blankly and watching the drama. As the man in the middle, Lucas Reeve sat silently, not speaking, not moving, not even breathing, trying his best to reduce his presence.

After all, in this kind of situation, the best strategy was to say nothing.

Any well-intentioned comment could be misunderstood and draw fire upon himself. It was just like on certain social media apps—when something big happens, never say anything. Play dead. Even if you speak reasonably, remain neutral, and stack your comment full of disclaimers, your meaning can be twisted, attracting the flame artists.

”Hah... hah... hah...”

Surtr kept taking deep breaths. For someone like her, who wasn’t good with words and was incredibly *tsundere*, Laurentina was a natural predator.

”If you don’t say anything, I’ll just assume you don’t like him~”

Laurentina’s lips curled up.

Surtr finally snapped. She gave a cold hmph.

”I like him, alright!”

It was as if those few words used up all of Surtr’s remaining patience and sense of shame.

After speaking, Surtr’s flaming fist was already in front of Laurentina’s face.

For an honest, *tsundere* person who isn’t good with words, trying to verbally counter a silver-tongued, black-bellied person is a bad idea. You’re 100% not their match and will just give yourself high blood pressure. The best way...

Is to punch them in the f***ing face!!

Surtr seemed to put her full strength into this punch. After all, with her personality, she would never have said something so direct. But forced by Laurentina’s words into saying something so embarrassing, the mortified Surtr lashed out directly at Laurentina.

Surtr was different from other girls.

Other girls, when ”socially dead”, would at most cover their faces and hide. But Surtr... she would actually throw hands.

This punch carried immense power.

But the moment the punch was thrown...

The whistling wind of the fist exploded throughout the Host club. Many of the customers, who were already sweaty and hormonal from the heat, were terrified by the bomb-like shockwave, scrambling to their feet and running for the exit.

Tsukimiyo quickly shrank to the side, watching silently.

*BOOM!!*

Laurentina used all her strength to block Surtr’s flame fist with her palm.

In an instant.

Laurentina was pushed back half a step, and the clean, smooth tile floor *crunched* and caved in, cracking apart.

As for the club’s owner, he and Tsukimiyo hid to the side, terrified these two deities fighting would demolish his poor little shop.

Outside the club.

An ugly evil spirit hid its body in the night, then transformed into a handsome man in a corner and walked out.

The evil spirit’s lips curled in a sly smile. It looked at the Host club; today, it would feast again.