Tokyo: Let the wicked women pay the price!

The Metropolitan Police Department remains busy even on weekends.

Yamagami Ukyo looked at the report, his brow never unfurrowing.

"Is this what you found out about the backgrounds of that Kasuga-kun and Nakamura Sai?"

A few beads of sweat appeared on Hua Shanxun's forehead.

That's right, there's nothing there.

What kind of background information could two little kids have?

Inspector Yamagami glanced at his favorite apprentice, Hanayama Kaoru, again. He was clearly the most shrewd and capable guy, even more hardworking than the male officers.

Are you just wasting your time here?

This doesn't even contain the information Fujino provided. What kind of case are they investigating?!

Are female police officers from the Metropolitan Police Department really less effective at solving cases than doctors from the University of Tokyo?

He slammed the report down on the table, his voice cold and sharp:

"An ordinary high school student in Shimokitazawa? Nakamura's father is a clerk at the local city hall, and his mother is a housewife; Kasuga's father works at a bank, and his mother is a clerk at a company?"

"They were both just ordinary guys in school, with no bad records and never caused any trouble?"

"Tell me! Is this the result of your 48-hour investigation?"

Kaoru Hanayama pursed her lips, but stubbornly remained silent.

A hint of impatience flashed in Yamagami Ukyo's eyes.

He knew why this guy was going against him; it was because he had asked her to shift her work focus from Minato Ward to Shimokitazawa in Setagaya Ward.

But he won't let this guy run wild.

"Kujo!"

"arrive!"

"I'm leaving this to you. Go investigate! Within 24 hours, I want to see how Nakamura Sai coerced Kasuga Shinya!"

"yes!"

Yamashiro gave Hanayama a cold look: "Go home and reflect on your actions. Don't come to work tomorrow. I expect you to submit a written self-criticism on Monday so everyone can hear your confession."

Kaoru Hanayama lowered her head and looked at the floor.

She didn't argue, she just nodded. She straightened the collar of her trench coat, turned and walked out of the meeting room.

Yamagami Ukyo watched her retreating figure, his brows furrowing even more deeply.

She would usually argue back, but today she didn't react at all? It seems she's really sulking with me!

This guy!

Kaoru Hanayama, with her back to everyone, didn't show a slight smile until she walked out of the meeting room.

As expected of Yamagami Ukyo.

She still couldn't hide it from him.

However, this was within expectations.

Fortunately, they only sent out that useless Kujo, so they shouldn't be able to track her down for a while.

I just hope that Nakamura can prepare a response soon.

......

"Just a lawyer?"

Fujino pinched Hanako's chin, somewhat amused and annoyed.

Is this all the useful information Hanako has come up with in half a day?

"What kind of idiot are you? You've never even seen her before, and she told you to follow me? You actually did it?"

Hanako's mouth was pinched out of shape as she mumbled, "I think what she said makes a lot of sense. I also consulted other people..."

She squinted, feeling the slight pain in her chin.

That was the feeling of being completely controlled by Fujino's aggressive actions.

Far from being angry at being called "silly girl," she became like a cat whose scruff of the neck had been pinched, her eyes growing increasingly moist and her voice hoarse.

"Looking at the results, what Himegami Ayame said wasn't wrong. See, Fujino-san is sitting right next to me, isn't he?"

Fujino raised his hand and gave Hanako a sharp rap on the forehead.

"You must have heard her voice before, right?"

Hanako covered her head with both hands, looked down with a pout, and looked at Fujino with a pitiful expression.

"No... wait a minute."

She was somewhat dazed, and her eyes, which had been blurred by alcohol or Fujino, cleared up.

"I've heard of it!"

"I heard her voice on my last night away from home."

Fujino picked up his Margaret's glass, took a sip, and slightly raised it, gesturing for her to continue.

Hanako rubbed the spot where Fujino had just hit her and snorted coldly.

"Hmph! Why should I tell you? You'll even hit me on the head."

Under the dim light, Fujino found it amusing to see Hanako staring at him with her big, red eyes, her little hands covering her forehead, and her lips pouting so much they could almost hold a bottle of sake.

This teacher, Ms. Waka Hanako, behaved almost like a kindergarten child just out of school in front of him.

He ruffled Hanako's hair, brushed her hands away, and looked at her slightly flushed forehead.

"Does it hurt?"

His cool fingertips gently kneaded the reddened skin, his words relentless as he teased, "So delicate."

"Why didn't I hear you cry out in pain when I was trying on the sweater in the BC fitting room?"

Well--

This statement, with its stark contrast and teasing gesture, instantly shattered Hanako's defenses.

The aftereffects of the alcohol rushed to her brain, causing her red eyes, which had been trying to protest, to become misty.

The warmth that had finally dried up became sticky again.

"Hmph—you're always bullying people, and... Kazuhiko-kun."

Hanako mumbled weakly, her body tilting to one side, and most of her weight instantly pressed down on Fujino.

She greedily inhaled the warm breath emanating from Fujino's collar, but her lips remained pursed high, her eyes narrowed.

"Payment! Quick, Kazuhiko-kun, I'll only tell you after I pay you."

Fujino now knew exactly how to treat this waka-sama.

He didn't say anything, but simply used his hands to lift her up and pull her into his arms.

With a few grains of salty sea salt still clinging to the rim of the Margaret's glass, he lowered his head slightly and silenced her restless red lips with a kiss.

Hanako's pearly teeth, which had just been chewing on yellow mustard, sent a tingling sensation down their spines.

Hanako's hands clung tightly to Fujino's shoulders, her fingers almost digging into the seams of the cashmere fabric. The tenderness that had been suppressed by the cold wind outside was reawakened by Fujino's almost defiant and punishing sucking.

Soak the fabric thoroughly.

Fujino only reluctantly released Hanako from his arms when her breathing became erratic and the whites of her eyes began to dominate, and pulled out a tissue from the table to wipe his hands.

He slowly wiped away the tangerine-colored glistening liquid that had spilled from Hanako's lips with his thumb, his voice low and deep, almost like a whisper:

"Now, the payment is settled. Miss Waka Hanako, it's time—"

Hanako collapsed into Fujino's arms as if all her bones had been removed, her chest heaving violently.

Like a fish out of water, she gasped for breath, her eyes unfocused as she stared at Fujino's handsome yet cold face, which appeared exceptionally striking in the dim light. Finally, she uttered, haltingly:

"...She should be about my age...She sounds just like she described...She has an exceptional way of speaking..."

"...I don't think Himegami Ayame is lying to me...she should be a female lawyer around 26 years old..."

Fujino gently patted Hanako's waist as a gesture of comfort.

But in my heart I was thinking about this delicate age.

Since Hanako can be Saki's teacher...

So, it wouldn't be unreasonable for Himegami Ayame to become Nakamura Sai's teacher, right?

If that's the case,

There was nothing wrong with the information I provided to Ukyo.

Suddenly, a hand interrupted his thoughts.

Hanako placed one hand on his chest, her eyes filled with tenderness, and asked in a sweet, coquettish voice.

"night......"

"Will you come home with me, Kazuhiko-kun?"