Tokyo: Let the wicked women pay the price!

Hanako's gaze was only cold for a moment.

She knew that Fujino and Saki's relationship was unusual, but she never expected to leave a strawberry in this strange spot.

The spotlights in the beauty section on the first floor of Isetan made them feel hot; such intense lighting naturally wouldn't miss any detail.

But red marks... don't necessarily mean it's a strawberry.

Hanako frowned, took two steps forward, and took Fujino's arm again, but the liveliness she had shown when they first met was gone.

The scene from just now kept flashing through her mind.

The red mark is oval-shaped, though that's not entirely accurate, since it doesn't have a clear boundary around it.

Hanako only remembered that it was an oval with a darker color in the middle and gradually lightening towards the edges, and the blurring effect was exactly like that of a strawberry.

In the center is a masterpiece created by the teeth and tongue working together to suck hard, while the surrounding area is nothing more than bruises caused by negative pressure.

However, it also looks like a mark caused by an allergic reaction to something.

She was somewhat hesitant to question Fujino.

In what capacity?

She didn't dare to ask the question last time at the izakaya, so will she dare to ask it this time?

Her relationship with Fujino was ambiguous, resembling that of lovers or partners, but in reality, they had no proper relationship whatsoever.

The only things that can be placed on the table are patients and doctors.

That's not right! This is the kind of relationship that's least worthy of being discussed.

The thought that the thing might have been left by Saki made Hanako feel itchy.

Because she knew what Saki looked like, she could even imagine her lying on Fujino's back, or face to face, hugging Fujino and pressing her face against Fujino's shoulder, leaving deep red marks.

The thought of how that blue-haired girl treated Fujino gave her a strong urge to strip Fujino naked and take him right there and then.

She knew this was a deadly poison called jealousy.

Saki is young, beautiful, lively, and healthy...

She's just an old guy with a bad brain.

How can we compete with Saki?

Hanako never expected this.

Why invite further humiliation?

Hanako pursed her lips.

"Hanako-chan, what do you think of this?"

"Um?"

Fujino's voice brought her back to her senses.

It was a set of Dior makeup. Fujino held up the box and waved it in front of her.

Hanako had lost her cat-and-mouse composure, dared not tease Fujino anymore, and had no interest in choosing any makeup.

She forced a not-so-bright smile: "This one."

All she wanted to do now was find a men's clothing store so Fujino could try on clothes and check if there was a bleeding point in the center of that red mark.

Fujino smiled at the saleswoman: "This one is fine, please wrap it up for me."

The saleswoman had rarely seen such a straightforward couple.

Anyone who's been in a relationship or observed one knows that there are plenty of couples who are so lovey-dovey that they can't get anything done. Especially some people who seem to have already accepted that everyone else is just a part of their game.

A couple like Fujino and Hanako, who are both handsome and beautiful, and refreshingly charming, are so good-looking that even the sales assistant can't help but want to give them a compliment without spending any money.

"Madam is so beautiful. Using our makeup will surely make you even more radiant."

Fujino's cheeks twitched slightly, but he didn't explain anything about being husband and wife to the saleswoman. He simply thanked her and went to pay.

However, Hanako's previously stiff cheekbones miraculously relaxed upon hearing this title.

She waved her hand and took the gift bag containing the makeup box: "What madam? She's just this gentleman's mistress."

"Thank you for your kind words. I do hope to be promoted soon."

Fujino, who had just put away his credit card, looked embarrassed upon hearing this: "Hanako, what are you talking about...?"

The saleswoman was clearly taken aback by the bluntness of this seemingly aristocratic woman, and her smile froze on her face.

But soon, she noticed Hanako's composure and Fujino's embarrassment.

Damn, I misjudged them. These two are the kind of scum who treat everyone as a pawn in their game...

Not wanting to be used as a prop for entertainment, she could only force a professional smile and see them off as they left the store: "Welcome to visit again~"

This time, Fujino dragged Hanako away. She looked at the flustered Fujino and smiled foolishly, like a girl in her first love.

Only when they were in a secluded corner did Fujino put his arm around Hanako's shoulder: "Hanako, what's wrong with you? Why would you say something like that?"

Hanako gently stroked Fujino's chest with her left hand, her brows furrowed. "But... Kazuhiko-kun. Aren't I just his lover? Am I wrong?"

Fujino was a little embarrassed, but still forced a smile and said, "I don't have a girlfriend...and I'm not married. How can you talk about lovers?"

Hanako's smile grew even brighter.

To openly admit you don't have a girlfriend? That would be wonderful!

This at least shows that they are not together.

This is good news for me, but not exactly great news either.

She longed for Fujino to say something like, "Isn't you my girlfriend?" instead of, "I don't have a girlfriend."

However, this is also a piece of good news amidst bad news.

She is quite good at comforting herself.

As for that strawberry... Hanako looked at Fujino, who was so close to her, his breath brushing against her face, his mouth opening and closing so cutely... What was he saying?

She seemed to have lost her hearing.

"Hanako, that's not right. We'll both be embarrassed—"

Before Fujino could finish speaking, he felt Hanako in his arms suddenly stand on tiptoe and kiss him on the lips without restraint.

The orange-scented lipstick that she had just applied was instantly devoured by the greedy Hanako.

Fujino's heart skipped a beat. This is a shopping mall... Why don't you ever care about the occasion, you crazy woman!

But clearly, Hanako in her arms didn't care about that.

She gently stroked Fujino's chest with one hand, while her other hand naturally wrapped around his waist.

As his tongue moved rhythmically, his fingers also continuously stimulated Fujino's nerves.

Indeed, no man is immune to lust.

Fujino struggled for less than three seconds before also starting to taste Hanako's lipstick.

The strong citrus scent, combined with the lip gloss's sweetness, stimulated his taste buds.

Sweet and fragrant little cakes, this must be Hanako.

Without hesitation, he put his arms around Hanako's back.

Fujino instinctively pinned Hanako against the wall, eliciting a small gasp from her.

"Don't......"

Fujino's knees were now resting under Hanako's drum.

Her bodycon skirt was stretched to its limit, and Hanako blushed deeply, shifting her weight onto Fujino's legs.

Hanako sat down.

Fujino stood in front of Hanako, blocking the view of passersby.

Hanako's complexion grew increasingly rosy, and she never opened her eyes again.

She dared not open her eyes, fearing it was just her imagination.

Countless times, she fantasized that Fujino could kiss her wildly like this.

But their tongues, even when they had made intimate contact with each other's more dangerous areas, had never become entangled.

Today, my wish has come true.

She forced back her last shred of reason and suppressed Fukugen's impulse: "Kazuhiko-kun..."

Fujino raised his head slightly, stopped what he had just done, looked at the emotional Hanako, and waited for her to continue.

She turned her eyes away, not daring to look at Fujino.

"I haven't gone to buy you clothes yet."

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