Tokyo: Let the wicked women pay the price!

In bars on the streets of Shinjuku,

The lighting was just right, dimmed to a comfortable level.

The air was filled with the woody aroma of whiskey and the malty fragrance of beer.

Fujino put down his phone and watched as Hanako slightly raised her glass.

He ordered a Margarita today; the aroma of tequila burst in the glass, while lemon juice and salt provided the tartness.

Although this wasn't Fujino's mood at the moment, this rich, sweet and sour cocktail with a fresh fruity aroma was one of his favorites.

Hanako's greatest strength is probably that she doesn't pry into things.

Seeing this, she picked up the martini in front of her.

The Martinis in Tokyo still use gin as a base spirit, paired with sweet vermouth, resulting in a rich and fragrant flavor that is predominantly sweet.

Regardless, this is the Martini, which can be called the king of cocktails.

Hanako is probably a heavy drinker at home, which is obviously incomparable to someone like Saki who can't hold her liquor.

Ding--

The clinking of glasses echoed across the small square table.

Fujino glanced at Hanako through the gap above his glasses.

Her eyelids drooped, and under the influence of the day's pleasure and alcohol, her face was flushed even in such a dimly lit environment.

She smiled and poked Fujino's nose.

"You're being naughty."

"You already have a secret from me."

Fujino leaned forward slightly, making it easier for Hanako to get closer to him.

Hanako gently stroked Fujino's cheek: "I won't let Kazuhiko-kun have any secrets from me."

Fujino knew about her obsession from the moment she started following him and taking pictures.

He didn't want this somewhat morbid game to go too far.

Playing around with it occasionally is fine for fun, but doing it every day is really unbearable.

He gently squeezed Hanako's hand: "I told you she's a colleague, a specialist doctor at our clinic, Mitsuki Takanashi."

Although Hanako was slightly tipsy, she still maintained a complete logical mind.

She paused for a moment when she heard the name Fujino mentioned.

Hanako then smiled and said, "Don't try to fool me. You were just saying she's your boss. What's wrong? Was there something you couldn't say earlier that you wanted to text?"

These words made Fujino laugh so hard his shoulders shrugged.

Hanako lightly punched him in dissatisfaction and pouted.

It was obvious that she was very unhappy about being caught lying to him.

"This is Mitsuki, not Ritsuki." Fujino handed Hanako a French fry. "They're sisters. The older sister, Ritsuki, is an assistant professor, and the younger sister, Mitsuki, is a specialist doctor. You've got them mixed up."

Yes.

Miki is pronounced "miki" in Japanese, and Riki is pronounced "riki" in Japanese, which can be quite confusing.

Fujino explained, and Hanako realized her mistake, blushing deeply and saying with her head down that it was all Fujino's fault for not explaining clearly.

Just as Fujino was about to explain to her, he felt a wetness on his fingertips.

Hanako swallowed the fries, which were covered in yellow mustard, whole, and even accidentally bit Fujino's finger.

She was somewhat afraid to look at Fujino, and only teased Fujino's fingertips.

Fujino chuckled and ruffled Hanako's hair: "Let's get down to business, Hanako-chan."

"Hmm? You have something important to do?"

He pinched Hanako's pretty face harder, his hand feeling warm: "Do you remember how we met?"

Hanako felt the touch on her face, her thoughts already drifting back to the day they first met.

She sat on a bench in the waiting area of ​​the Department of Psychiatry at Southeast University Hospital, anxiously awaiting the doctor's verdict.

This was her first time seeing a mental health professional, and she felt extremely uncomfortable.

Besides... no one likes being called mentally ill, right?

Hanako thought to herself.

She wore a plain gray suit, her back ramrod straight, as if to tell everyone that she was just there for a routine consultation, like attending an interview.

But only she knew how tightly she gripped her toes, hidden in her high heels, when the nurse called out, "Ms. Waka Hanako, please come in."

The process was surprisingly comfortable.

Although Fujino Kazuhiko seemed somewhat cold, his attitude was surprisingly kind, constantly telling Hanako warm words—

You're not crazy, your brain just has a bit of a cold.

For the first time, Hanako felt genuine care.

Although the doctor in front of me always had an impatient look on his face and spoke very quickly, he told me to hurry up and take the medicine and leave after prescribing it.

But she felt that this was what seeing a doctor was like. He gave her the feeling that "Hanako is just sick, and there's no need to be so serious," which was exactly the kind of reassurance she needed.

She felt that... Dr. Fujino had become another pillar for her.

After returning home, she hurriedly chatted with her online friend of many years about Fujino.

The other person told her, "Hanako, you have special privileges, you know."

"Even if you follow Fujino-san, you won't be punished. Don't you want to know what Fujino-san does every day, what time of day, who she meets, and what she likes to eat?"

The devil's whispers prompted Hanako to take action.

The week-long surveillance thrilled her.

Fujino was so clean-cut, just the kind of young man she liked.

He arrives at his workplace at 9 a.m. every morning, makes himself a cup of UCC instant coffee, and then begins his rounds. If he needs to see patients, he will sit in the consultation room all day; otherwise, he will sit in the communal office of their medical department.

He likes tamagoyaki (Japanese rolled omelet) and oden (Japanese hot pot). He usually eats FamilyMart lunchboxes for lunch, but Thursdays are a special day when he eats instant cup noodles.

After get off work, he goes straight home and takes a nap on the tram, even if he's just standing.

Once I get home, I almost never go out except to take out the trash.

The perfect partner.

Until that day... Yamagami Ukyo shattered all happiness.

He even brought her to Fujino's side.

At first, she was a little nervous, afraid that Fujino would hate her because of it.

But Hanako quickly regained consciousness.

So what if I hate it?

I enjoy watching Fujino's life, but what is my relationship with Fujino?

Netizens have said that she has a mental illness, and such a minor issue won't cause any legal problems.

That person is a lawyer; they wouldn't lie to me about something so trivial.

What is she afraid of?

Even if Fujino finds out this time, he will be criticized and educated.

Why not just follow them again next time?

Thinking of this, Hanako became a little excited and grabbed Fujino's hand: "It's a good thing that Kazuhiko told me that I'm very cute and that as long as I pursue men with all my heart, I'll definitely have a good outcome."

"That's what gave me the courage to pursue you~"

Fujino's hand trembled slightly as he squeezed Hanako's hand, his brow twitching slightly.

He wasn't very clear about this part of the plot.

Those lifestyle habits were formed gradually by him, especially on Thursdays, when he just wanted to eat "Cup Noodles" cup noodles that tasted the same as in his previous life.

Since Hanako remembers, that's great.

He moved close to Hanako's face, almost touching it.

"Well, Hanako-chan, could you tell me more about that online friend?"

"Himemiya Iris?"

Hanako responded with a gentle smile:

"Of course, no problem."