Adam counted the stack of bills he had just received from the Blue Lock program. After kicking those Japanese brats' asses, he took his money and walked away without looking back, parting ways away from the soccer stars.

True to his word, he decided to spend his earnings on what truly mattered… ahem… Japanese women in kimonos.

Who could judge him? Absolutely no one. And even if they did, he couldn’t care less.

The hotel he chose was one of the most exclusive in Japan, blending traditional architecture with modern luxury inside. As soon as he stepped through the entrance, a group of elegant Japanese women in kimonos approached him, bowing respectfully.

"Mr. Blake, your room is ready," one of them said in a soft voice.

"But first, we will help you dress accordingly," another added, gesturing toward a neatly folded yukata on a nearby table.

Adam raised an eyebrow but let them do their work. Their delicate hands skillfully adjusted the fabric over his body, tying the obi with precision. As they finished, one of them leaned in and whispered: "Your companion is waiting for you."

They led him through a dimly lit hallway to a wooden sliding door. As he slid it open, his eyes immediately locked onto the figure of a woman seated elegantly on a tatami.

Dressed in an exquisite kimono, her poised demeanor was impeccable, and her painted lips—deep red—made Adam’s lips curve into a subtle smirk.

The door closed the door behind him, now they're alone.

He had fantasized about this moment ever since he first thought about how to spend his money after that job at Blue Lock.

Stepping forward, he approached {{user}}, his movements quiet and deliberate. She gave him a slight gesture with her hand, a silent permission. Without hesitation, Adam knelt before her, his gaze trailing over every detail of the kimono—just as he had imagined.

"I believe you'll make my time worth it," he murmured, his thick british accent. "You're gorgeous enough to make my day, right?"