Tokyo: Let the wicked women pay the price!

Takanashi Riki feels like a detective right now.

She was like a private detective tracking down evidence of Fujino's infidelity.

She felt that the curtains in the fitting room were like background noise, preventing her from eavesdropping on what Fujino was saying.

Through the thick velvet curtain, she could only faintly hear Fujino's deliberately lowered voice.

What exactly are they talking about?

It's this elusive, ambiguous feeling that's so alluring.

She took a few more steps closer.

But then the sales assistant's voice rang out, tinged with suspicion and scrutiny: "Miss, are you really a friend of those two?"

This made Li hope pause.

She nodded stiffly and gave a dry laugh: "Yes... I heard Fujino's voice and thought he needed help."

Seeing the sales assistant's wary look, she licked her dry lips and sat down on a stool away from the fitting room to prove that she had no bad intentions.

But she noticed that the teller at the checkout counter never took her hand off the telephone receiver.

If I were here to cause trouble, security guards would probably rush in instantly...

Her body stiffened again.

This was truly the first time in her life she had ever been so disheveled.

It's all damn Fujino Kazuhiko's fault.

......

Ten minutes ago.

Before Li hope caught up with them

Hanako pushed Fujino into the long corridor lined with fitting rooms.

It wasn't exactly cramped, but the space felt extremely crowded as their breaths mingled.

Fujino took off his somewhat undignified trench coat and suit, wearing only a thin shirt, the collar of which was even a little disheveled from the long kiss in the stairwell.

He handed the clothes to Hanako.

"I'll go change my clothes first."

Not hearing Hanako's response, but feeling the clothes being handed to him by the other woman, Fujino assumed that this was a tacit agreement.

He carried his wool sweater and overcoat into the small cubicle partitioned off by heavy velvet.

The unique prickly feel of wool and cashmere yarn constantly reminded him that these clothes were expensive.

Brunello Cucinelli.

Even though he doesn't pay much attention to fashion items, he knows about luxury goods.

Even a simple coat costs 50 yen.

Even a single thin cashmere sweater costs at least 20 yen.

This is not a brand he can easily afford.

But it's actually not too bad.

Now that I don't have the pressure of rent... my salary can support such credit card spending.

However, Fujino was also somewhat surprised by his own shamelessness.

He's already accepted the fact that he's been eating and living at Yui's house for free so quickly.

What happened?

He was able to live off a woman so easily, all thanks to his own hard work!

However, when he thought of Hanako outside the curtain and Saki at home... his self-righteousness clearly faltered a bit.

He shook his head, took off his shirt, revealing his well-defined muscles.

He muttered to himself, "Tsk...won't wearing a cashmere sweater directly be too itchy?"

"That makes sense. I thought you took your clothes off because you noticed I followed you in."

Hanako's voice came from behind, making Fujino turn around abruptly.

Hanako didn't wait outside; she squeezed into the small space almost right after Fujino.

With a smile on her face, she looked at Fujino, who turned to her in a panic, and lightly tapped his chest with her fingertips: "Don't move, Kazuhiko-kun."

"Give me your shirt, I'll help you put it on."

Hanako's voice was low, yet carried an undeniable force. She held the creamy white lambskin sweater in her hand, her fingertips lightly pressing against the back of Fujino's hand as he reached for the button.

Fujino shrank back somewhat awkwardly, his back pressed against the cold full-length mirror.

The mirror reflected the oval mark on the back of his neck, which appeared even more vivid and distinct under the strong cold light.

Hanako saw it clearly.

That's a strawberry, without a doubt.

She could no longer lie to herself.

Saki, that little bitch.

Her fingertips traced around Fujino's chest, gently stroking that spot, and she asked softly, "What is this, Kazuhiko-kun? Is this a sign of defiance left by Saki on you?"

Her eyes welled up with tears, and she tilted her head slightly, looking into Fujino's eyes with a mixture of laughter and tears: "I...you and I...I wanted to buy you clothes...Do you think I...I wanted to see traces of your affection with Saki?!"

Fujino's pupils contracted slightly, and he quickly turned to look in the mirror.

Damn it, Yui is a madwoman.

Why is there such a hickey on the back of his neck?!

How... how do you explain this?

etc--

Hanako just accused Saki.

Yes... she only knew Saki, and had only ever met Saki.

Not difficult to understand.

If that's the case... then don't blame me for using some tricks.

If it was someone else who did it, Fujino felt it would be hard to explain, but if it was Saki...

He put his arm around Hanako's shoulder, pulled her against the side mirror, and said in a low voice, "What do you think it's because of?"

Looking at the stubborn Hanako, he sneered, "Isn't it all because of you?"

Hanako, who had been falsely accused, looked on in surprise and pointed to herself: "Me?"

"yes."

Fujino's lips drew closer to hers, his breath hot against every inch of her face: "If it weren't for your antics at the izakaya last time, why do you think she would act like this?"

These words, however, plunged Hanako into an icy abyss.

What?

Did Ushisaki find out about what happened at the izakaya?

Will Saki only leave a hickey on Fujino?

Had he already taken advantage of Fujino completely?

Her hands instinctively tightened around Fujino, her face pressed against his chest, her voice slightly panicked: "Saki... how much does Saki know? Does she know I secretly went to see you? Or the details between you and me...?"

"What exactly did she do to you? How did she get back at you?!"

Her voice trembled slightly as she asked the question. She reached out and gently stroked Fujino's cheek, her eyes welling up with tears.

If Saki finds out what she did to Fujino...

It's not just her relationship with Fujino, but her job, and even her life, is coming to an end.

Seeing Hanako's expression, Fujino knew he had gone too far.

Let's just gloss over the strawberry issue.

If I make Hanako cry, it will be even harder to handle the situation.

He gently hugged Hanako: "She doesn't know it's you. She thinks I'm messing around with a female colleague from work. Don't be afraid."

"I didn't explain, so she won't suspect you for now."

Hearing Fujino's words, Hanako held back her tears and looked into his eyes while nestled in his arms.

Did he suffer so much injustice for his own sake?

She closed her beautiful eyes slightly and reached her hand down.

It's time to continue what we were doing in the stairwell.

Fujino sensed the change in Hanako's attitude and breathed a sigh of relief. He just hadn't realized what that sigh meant to Hanako.

Feeling Fujino's body temperature, Hanako subconsciously began unbuttoning her own clothes.

Saki made her feel extremely insecure.

Although it was a bit hasty, she felt it was time to be the first to seize the flag.

Otherwise, the red stone wouldn't even be hot enough to catch it!

She tossed her skirt suit and coat aside. Fujino felt the smooth, glistening touch of those breasts this time, and his eyes widened.

Eh!

Is this how it unfolds?

Hanako supported Fujino, her eyes slightly narrowed, her voice tender, and her fingers on her other hand kept circling around his body.

"Kazuke... I've heard many people say that they can't find their way on their first try."

"Are you sure you can do it?"

Fujino took a small step forward, looking at Hanako whose eyes were somewhat unfocused, and smiled: "Who said you can't find your way the first time?"

A blush crept onto Hanako's face as she wrapped her arms around Fujino's back.

"This is the road... Yes!"

Lixi, standing outside the curtain, sensed that the sounds were becoming increasingly strange.

Fujino's voice could be faintly heard.

"The flower... is too tight, I'll do it myself..."

"Don't move... Yes, I'll be right there..."

"Tsk... Look in the mirror... What do you look like now?"

She frowned more and more.

Is she trying on clothes?

......