I practiced as a monk alone in Japan.

Chapter 128 Anyway, you don't have to take responsibility, right?
Gen Tsukino naturally wouldn't allow such playing with fire to continue, until Kiyono Mizuki discovered it.

What should we say about bad temptations? Of course, nothing.

So, the moment the other person's long legs took advantage of the situation and began to spread towards the inside of his thighs, Tsukino Gen suddenly squeezed his legs together.

"Well!"

Chinatsu Morita suddenly made a sound, which made Mizuki Kiyono look over, puzzled. She hesitated as she looked at the other's flushed cheeks, not yet saying anything to show her concern.

Gen Tsukino reached his hand under the table.

Then, with precision, she grabbed the other person's foot. Morita Chinatsu, who had silently taken off her shoes beforehand, would never have imagined that Tsukino Gen would actually grasp her toes so precisely, and then, like an old Chinese medicine doctor.

"Clap."

The joints are making a clicking or popping sound.

"what!"

Gen Tsukino released his hand.

Chinatsu Morita suddenly lowered her legs, then squeezed them together, almost falling off the chair as if she were having a cramp. There was a moment of pain, followed by an indescribable tingling sensation.

It felt like countless electric currents were passing through it, a magical sensation that made the soul tremble.

It's unprecedented.

Confused, Kiyono looked over anxiously, "Officer Morita, what's wrong? Hey, why are you crying?"

Yes, the stimulation was too intense, and without prior mental preparation, a few tears welled up in Morita Chinatsu's eyes. With slightly reddened eyes, Morita Chinatsu gasped and said in a slightly trembling voice, "N-nothing. It's so delicious. It reminds me of the taste of my mother's cooking."

Qingye Mizue:? ? ?
So delicious you'll cry?

While the boy's skills are indeed impressive, is it really that bad?
It seems that this police officer is actually a very sentimental person beneath his cold exterior.

After this incident, Chinatsu Morita finally behaved herself a bit.

However, after Tsukino Gen cleaned up the mess, she quickly found an opportunity to speak.

"By the way, there are some details about the last case that I need to discuss with you. Let's go to your place."

She spoke directly to Tsukino Gen.

Gen Tsukino glanced at Mizuki Kiyono. The girl didn't seem to think too much about it. After all, Chinatsu Morita's identity as a police officer was a kind of safe aura, making it hard for her to imagine that Chinatsu Morita could do anything strange, or that she had any strange relationship with this boy.

"Then you guys go and chat. I'm going to take a nap; I'm a bit tired."

".good."

Soon, Chinatsu Morita and Gen Tsukino left Mizuki Kiyono's room, which was next door. No other girls had been here before, except for Mizuki Kiyono.

open the door.

It was pretty much as Chinatsu Morita had predicted.

The room was clean and tidy, with no strange figurines or toys, no clothes lying around, and no strong, weird smell of a teenage boy.

This demonstrates the boy's strong self-discipline.

As for why Chinatsu Morita knew so much about the rooms of many teenagers, it was entirely because she had been involved in numerous juvenile delinquency cases. In her view, this boy was naturally different.

"It's quite clean, there's no paper in the trash can."

Gen Tsukino: ? ? ?

"What strange things are you paying attention to?"

Chinatsu Morita smiled and looked over, her usually indifferent eyes filled with a sly glint. "Or is it that there's such a pretty girl next door that you don't have to solve your own problems?"

"Do you think it's appropriate for a police officer to say these things to a high school student?"

Gen Tsukino lazily sat down on the sofa in the living room without even greeting Chinatsu Morita. Chinatsu Morita, in turn, acted as if she were one of the guests, first opening the refrigerator to look around, then taking out a bottle of water, and then blatantly sitting down next to Gen Tsukino.

very close.

It's a distance where, with just a slight offset, the thighs of both people can touch.

It almost felt like you could sense the temperature of the woman's skin beneath her jeans.

"What's inappropriate about it? And you're still emphasizing this fake relationship; aren't you just deceiving yourself?"

She seemed completely unfazed, or rather, she treated this relationship as part of a game.

Gen Tsukino looked at her helplessly, "Then please tone it down a bit. What were you doing at Mizuki's house just now?"

"Don't you find it exciting?" Chinatsu Morita blinked her eyes in a strange manner, seemingly innocent, but in reality, it was a provocation.

Tsukino Gen always felt that she might be hoping that he would teach her a lesson.

"If you want it to be a little more stimulating, I'll give you a massage from your calves to your thighs. That should feel great, right?"

"It's okay. There's still time. Do you want to give it a try?"

Chinatsu Morita sat sideways on the sofa, then raised her two long, slender legs, encased in tight jeans, and placed them on the boy's lap.

It's as if some delicious dish is served directly, without any appetizers.

Gen Tsukino pushed the other person's legs away with obvious disgust. "If this is all you want to talk to me about in private, I suggest you spend some money to go to Kabukicho and find a host."

Despite being pushed away, Chinatsu Morita wasn't annoyed. She smiled and said, "That's too expensive, and there's no one prettier than you there. It's pointless."

"What's wrong with you, a policeman, spending all your time looking for fun?"

The boy asked, seemingly unable to understand.

The mature woman, who had become more docile and put her legs together, rested her face in her palm, leaned forward slightly, and turned her head to look at Tsukino Gen.

This posture doesn't make her look hunched over at all; on the contrary, it makes her already perky buttocks even more lifted, presenting a perfect and healthy curve.

"Isn't everyone living in this world to have fun? You can't ignore my basic needs just because I'm a policeman. I see you're quite happy with those girls, don't tell me it's some kind of pure and noble love between you."

Of course not.

Gen Tsukino admits that he is not such a simple person, and satisfying certain desires and ambitions seems to be an essential part of having fun.

"You seem quite concerned about my private life."

"It's alright. I've never had a man who interests me before. You're the first. So, does this satisfy your vanity?"

Yes, she also has some understanding of psychology, which is a requirement of her profession.

The boy was too lazy to discuss such matters with her. "Well, thank you for your kind intentions, but I'm a little sleepy and want to take a nap. You..."

"Then go to sleep."

Chinatsu Morita tilted her head and blinked, her hair slightly obscuring her profile, giving her cold and beautiful face a hazy, dreamlike quality.

This ambiguous existence seems designed to arouse a man's hidden desire for exploration.

"Then what are you doing?" "Nothing, don't worry about me. I'll leave when I get bored."

"Never mind, I'm afraid you'll do something weird while I'm sleeping."

"Pfft. How could that be? Didn't you say I'm a police officer? Why would I do something strange to an innocent high school student? You're questioning my professional ethics."

"What I doubt is whether you have professional ethics."

Gen Tsukino asked directly, then looked at the other person's narrowed smiling eyes with a hint of helplessness and said, "Do you have anything to tell me or not?"

"I heard a while ago that something happened in the White Summit's territory. There was a small-scale brawl at a car repair shop. No one died, but strangely, Daigo Nakajima's side seemed to make some obvious moves, as if they couldn't help but take action."

"is it?"

"Does this have anything to do with you?"

Chinatsu Morita asked directly.

Tsukino Gen hadn't told Morita Chinatsu about this yet, and he hadn't expected her to get so much information so quickly, so he didn't bother to hide it.

"Actually, I discovered that someone was following me; it was someone sent by Daigo Nakajima's side."

"So you just grabbed the person who was following you and went straight to their hideout?"

Chinatsu Morita seemed to have already made some judgments.

Gen Tsukino shook his head. "It's not really a stronghold, just something at the level of a squad leader. They tried to threaten me and persuade me to work for Daigo Nakajima."

She nodded. "Yes, that's very much in line with Daigo Nakajima's style. He considers profit in everything he does, after all, Yuta Sato is very good at making money for him. If he eliminates you directly, he will gain nothing except venting his anger. If he can get you to provide him with more benefits, it's like he won't lose out. So you didn't agree?"

Gen Tsukino calmly replied, "I sent that person to defect to Daigo Nakajima's rival. Perhaps the recent actions you've noticed by Daigo Nakajima are aimed at eliminating this traitor."

Chinatsu Morita blinked and then began to think.

"You're trying to win over his subordinates and have them join Bai Fengqinghui's family, not to wipe out Bai Fengqinghui in one fell swoop?"

Chinatsu Morita seemed somewhat dissatisfied, because this seemed to be different from their prior agreement.

However, Tsukino Gen calmly replied, "It's very simple. This country simply cannot completely eradicate the existence of such yakuza organizations. The underworld will always need the presence of powerful forces. Even if the White Summit disappears, there will be Yellow Summits and Black Summits in the future. Besides, didn't you mention another organization last time? If the White Summit is wiped out in one fell swoop, what will the result be? That kind of organization that sells human organs without any bottom line will become the dominant force. Is that the result you want to see?"

The woman frowned and thought for a moment, then stared straight at Tsukino Gen.

"What do we police officers get in return?"

No wonder he's a corrupt cop; his mind works incredibly fast. He's already considering things from a profit-driven perspective.

"I think the Shiramine family would be very happy to see the police thoroughly cleanse Nakajima Daigo's faction for them, and you would also achieve excellent results. As for leaving another part behind, many of your superiors would probably be happy to see that. Weakening one force will make them more restrained, while ensuring that there are still profits to be made."

"Profits. How do you know so much about these things?"

Indeed, the tacit acceptance of the existence of yakuza organizations is not entirely because the country's underworld needs a force to fill the void. It is also because the two sides have a mutually dependent relationship.

Yakuza organizations need the police to turn a blind eye.

Many people also need the substantial profits offered by yakuza organizations.

Gen Tsukino looked utterly innocent at this moment. "That's how it's portrayed in movies, so it should be about the same, right?"

"Get lost, are you still trying to fool me?"

Of course, the woman didn't believe this utterly terrible reason.

The boy shrugged. "Believe it or not."

"Forget it, I can't be bothered arguing with you." Chinatsu Morita rolled her eyes lazily, then, as if remembering something, asked in a low voice, "So, how do you plan to help them?"

"Let's wait and see. It depends on how things develop. I don't know everything."

Chinatsu Morita was not very satisfied with the boy's attitude. They said they were honest partners, but the boy couldn't discuss everything with her beforehand. She didn't know if he was pretending not to know or if he was just taking things one step at a time.

She seemed to remember something and leaned closer to her.

Her arms were draped over the back of the sofa, her graceful body stretched out, easily drawing attention to her ample bosom. The thin, short-sleeved T-shirt, with its slightly loose cuffs, made one's gaze unconsciously want to peer inside.

"There's one more thing I want to tell you."

"Why are you standing so close when you're just talking? It's not like we're having a spy rendezvous."

Gen Tsukino frowned, watching the other person's movements, seemingly trying to gradually make the atmosphere dangerous.

He could somewhat understand such behavior; after all, a man like himself was a brilliant flame that moths couldn't help but fly towards.

"After all, what I said was confidential. What if someone overheard it?"

This is pure nonsense. Who would listen to that? Kiyono Mizuki next door? Or has someone planted a bug here? If so, it's probably only Morita Chinatsu.

However, this is very difficult for Gen Tsukino, since he knows exactly whether anyone has broken into his room.

Now all he could feel was the woman so close to him, every word she spoke carrying a warm, sweet scent that sprayed onto his cheeks and ears.

"You still have secrets?"

"Of course, do you remember that strange person we caught last time who set up a gambling scheme to lure people into debt, and then gradually made them willingly sell themselves?"

"remember."

"As we expected, the person who met with him was very cautious and didn't reveal much useful information. But there was one thing: he seemed to strongly suspect that those people belonged to the Dragon Eagle Group, the organization I mentioned before that was at odds with the White Summit. After the interrogation, we detained him. But less than two days later, he committed suicide in his cell."

"suicide?"

Gen Tsukino frowned, and at that moment, Chinatsu Morita's arm had almost reached the boy's shoulder.

Her mature yet alluring scent was almost touching my cheek.

That very mature body allowed Tsukino Gen to vaguely sense its size and deadly softness.

"That's right. They searched him when he was taken into custody and took all his belongings, not even his belt. But he still managed to commit suicide with a razor blade. And the video footage from the half hour before and after his suicide was deliberately deleted."

As she spoke, the woman's hand had already successfully climbed onto Tsukino Gen's other shoulder, as if she were naturally pulling the boy into her arms.

Not only that, she gently pinched Tsukino Gen's ear with her fingers, bringing the tip of her nose close to his ear and exhaling hot, moist breath.

Gen Tsukino frowned.

"Isn't it a bit much to use something like this to get my attention and then take advantage of me like this?"

"It's nothing." Chinatsu Morita's red lips were tempting him, as if they would devour his ear at any moment, or perhaps just a little further away from his lips. The ambiguous atmosphere in the room seemed to have reached its peak. Her intertwined legs were pressed tightly together, like the last dam, resisting a possible breach.

"Just pretend you don't know and keep not refusing. You won't be held responsible anyway."

Oh?
Is there such a good thing?

……

(End of this chapter)