Tokyo: Let the wicked women pay the price!

It is located at the border of Bunkyo Ward and Shinjuku Ward.

In a high-end ryotei called "Oborozukiyo"

A group of doctors in suits and ties, dressed smartly, were surrounding one person.

The cause of this banquet, and also its center, is Fujino Kazuhiko.

"Fujino-kun, try this sake. It has an exceptionally rich flavor."

"Fujino-san, you must teach us how to counsel patients."

"Senior Fujino, I look forward to your guidance in the future!"

Fujino had barely managed to escape from these people, and before he could even straighten his clothes, Professor Tohsaka put his arm around his shoulder.

The old man raised an eyebrow toward the balcony: "Let's go outside and chat."

He followed half a step behind Professor Tohsaka, glancing at the professor's figure from time to time.

The professor wore a meticulously tailored Italian cashmere suit; while not exactly pot-bellied, he was certainly not thin.

Professor Tohsaka's sparse hair was meticulously combed and styled into a slicked-back look with hair gel. Although it looked fashionable, the almost entirely white hair still revealed the owner's advanced age.

Leaning against the railing, Professor Tohsaka handed Fujino a glass of champagne: "After drinking too much sake, I sometimes crave a taste of this."

Fujino accepted the wine glass, offering no comment.

"Fujino-kun, you really helped me a lot this time." He smoothed his hair and held up three fingers from the shadows. "Is that enough?"

Fujino's pupils shrank.

Wow, is it really that straightforward?

It can't be 30 yen, can it?

It should be 300 million? Or 3000 million?

Professor Tohsaka was not surprised at all by Fujino's stunned expression.

The country bumpkins in internal medicine don't have any surgeries to perform, and they've probably never seen so much money in their lives.

While their neurosurgery department isn't the most lucrative first-line surgery department, the professors still earn tens of millions in under-the-table income each year.

His career was far more valuable than Fujino had imagined.

Was Fujino tempted?

Of course he was tempted.

With this money, he can pay off his scholarship (gaolidai) and no longer be burdened with debt.

Everyone knows the saying "being debt-free brings peace of mind."

However, he knew even better that this money was a hot potato.

It's not that I'm afraid of stepping into a gray area.

Everyone else received money, and Fujino didn't hold back a single penny, just like Mr. Nagano's discharge gift.

But the red envelope was handed to me by a doctor.

He wouldn't even touch it.

If they ever turn against each other, this will be a bullet shot into yourself.

"Professor Tohsaka, it may be impolite of me, but please forgive me for refusing." He put down his wine glass and bowed deeply to Professor Tohsaka.

Professor Tohsaka's eyes regained some clarity, but his smile remained undisguised: "It's normal that you don't dare to accept it. Then I'll give you a different message."

He waved to Fujino, who leaned closer, and he said in a barely audible voice, "The nationwide specialized medical testing is less than a month away. This is unusual, so be prepared."

Fujino frowned. The specialized medical test was one of the things that had been troubling him the most lately. Could something unexpected have happened?

"Professor Tohsaka, could you...?"

"I can't say any more," Professor Tohsaka said with a mysterious smile, "but remember, failing to be the best could mean losing everything."

He turned and left, leaving Fujino with only his back to him.

Hey, what's with the riddle?

Fujino was completely baffled.

What kind of unexpected events could occur?

He is now a medical student, at the second level of the Japanese medical system.

To be promoted to specialist, one needs to pass the specialist grading test administered by the specialist physicians' association.

Normally, this test shouldn't cause any trouble for promotion.

However, since there are reports suggesting this possibility... then this terrible thing will most likely happen.

Prepare early, prepare early.

Even after he returned to his warm room, he still couldn't figure out how this damn test would be designed to make things difficult for him.

Looking at the doctors gathered in twos and threes in the room drinking sake, Fujino couldn't help but sigh.

These people are just ordinary people in their thirties and forties, under immense pressure.

Then he saw Saki walking around him from one end of the room to the other, and Fujino was a little confused.

This woman, too, is like old man Tohsaka; she can't speak clearly, she's a riddle.

Whoever marries her will be incredibly lucky.

Just guess every day.

They guessed but remained silent.

"It's alright," he said, picking up his wine glass and looking at the sake.

Cao Cao was right; the only thing that can relieve sorrow is wine.

"Fujino-san, don't be so cold! Come and drink with us!"

"They're here!"

Fujino looked at his colleagues and smiled.

......

It turns out that drunkards, if they don't cry, will keep smiling.

Tsuchimikado, with his arm around Fujino's shoulder, was sweating profusely with anxiety.

"Professor, I don't know where Fujino-senpai lives either. This task is a bit too difficult for me."

Professor Kasai scratched his head, surprised that this guy was so resistant to alcohol.

It seems the only option is to leave him on a bench in the clubhouse and let him sleep.

"Then carry him on your back, let's go to the club first..."

A clear, crisp female voice rang out.

"Professor Kasai, I'll take Fujino-san home."

The crowd's gazes turned intrigued.

How did Wakaba Saki find out Fujino's address?

Her job was also recommended by Fujino.

This inevitably leads to negative associations.

"Tsk tsk tsk—"

"Stop clicking your tongue." Professor Kasai interrupted everyone's clicking of the tongue and said gently to Saki, "Saki-chan, then I'll leave it to you. Please take that good-for-nothing Fujino back. Thank you."

Saki pursed her lips, nodded, and took Fujino from Tsuchimikado's hands.

The way he looked at the escort girl made her feel very uncomfortable.

But she didn't want Fujino to be left drunk on a bench at the club.

After all, she was only familiar with Fujino, and she didn't have much to say to those elite doctors on her own.

This time, I was misunderstood by others.

In the darkness, Saki stood by the roadside with her head down, supporting Fujino as they waited for a taxi.

I should quit my job as soon as I find a new one.

It means staying away from this person, and also... staying away from this person.

......

The petite Saki and Fujino huddled together in the back seat of the taxi.

If it weren't for the fact that this guy's eyes were tightly closed, and he was as still as a dead pig, she would have really suspected that Fujino was faking being drunk.

The guy's head was firmly resting on her shoulder, and she couldn't move it at all.

"I never expected this, you shameless scoundrel." She gave up, panting heavily, "You got drunk and leaned on someone's shoulder."

The taxi journey was long and boring.

The drivers were so bored that they started chatting with the passengers.

"Miss, you and your husband have such a good relationship."

When Saki heard what the driver said, her face turned bright red.

Eh?

Sir?

Am I the wife?

Do I look like a wife?

Seeing that Saki did not refute, the driver continued, "I've seen too many drunk men being yelled at by their wives, who can't remember anything except that they got a beating."

"How wonderful, pure love, I long for it."

She turned her head and saw Fujino's eyelashes fluttering slightly.

I only knew he was handsome before, but I never noticed such details.

But soon, Saki sighed.

What good is being handsome?

She couldn't stay with a traitor who was going to send her to prison, even if he had done her a favor.

Indeed, in her view, Fujino handing over the evidence was a betrayal.

She thought they were already friends, and that the thing was still on her phone was just Fujino's weird hobby and quirk.

Saki was enjoying her tug-of-war with Fujino when she suddenly found herself a criminal suspect.

She couldn't accept it.

Helping Fujino upstairs, she arrived at the apartment door only to realize that she didn't have a key to Fujino's house.

After groping around his waist for a while, Saki felt burning with shame; this was the first time she had ever touched a man's body with her own hands.

Especially... is this guy's body really that good?

She opened the door shakily, intending to throw Fujino on the bed and then just find some random family to eat with.

"what!"

Fujino seemed to have regained consciousness, or perhaps he had simply lost his balance and fell onto the bed with Saki.

He propped himself up, creating a dangerous space, and looked around with a dazed expression before staring at Saki.

"Is this...at home? When did I get home...never mind. Saki? What's going on? Where did this Saki come from? Am I dreaming?"

Saki felt burning hot all over as she lay beneath Fujino.

She pressed herself forcefully against Fujino's chest: "Hey! You scum! Have you finally shown your true colors?!"

"Tsk, is this wicked woman just as awful in her dreams?"

Fujino's eyes were half-open, clearly feeling weak, as if he was about to lie down and go to sleep.

Feeling that the little rabbit had already been squeezed into a crushed shape, Saki was flustered and filled with shame and indignation.

She was so anxious that she looked like she was about to cry. She pressed her arms tightly against Fujino's chest, but she still couldn't stop him after his body was enhanced.

She looked at Fujino's face as he drew closer, especially his dreamy eyes.

Saki gradually slowed down her struggles.

Her cheeks flushed red, and she felt a burning sensation in her lower abdomen as the Supreme Bone pressed against her.

Forget it.

As for Fujino, it's not unacceptable.

She calculated the days, slowly lowered her hand, and no longer resisted Fujino's upper body.

After hesitating for a moment, she put her arms around Fujino's neck.

As Fujino's lips drew near, he closed his eyes.

The warmth of Fujino's body emanating from through her clothes made her clumsy gears feel smoother.

This was the first time she had ever been so close to a man, her first kiss, her first time...

In short, it's awkward and unskilled.

Guidance and smoothing are needed to successfully reach the other side of happiness.

However, after a long time, Saki opened her eyes, and could faintly hear snoring in her ears.

Her eyes were filled with shame and indignation as she glared at the dead pig beside her.

Fujino lay face down on the bed, half of his body pressing down on Saki.

They were already fast asleep.

She used all her strength to move Fujino to a different position, but he was still lying down.

Withdrawing her foot, which was as white as a pudding, she stepped directly on Fujino's cheek without much hesitation.

"Sleep! I'll let you sleep!"

Saki wanted to vent a little, but she didn't dare to really exert herself.

Feeling deflated, she sat on the edge of the bed, hesitated for a moment, and then, like a thief, went to take a shower.

After packing the clothes into a plastic bag, I lay down on the empty side of the bed.

She lay on her side, looking at Fujino's profile.

Even after being kicked, she still wore that gentle smile.

Saki adjusted her position and covered Fujino with the blanket.

Blushing, she whispered, "Goodnight, Kazuhiko-kun."

"Thank you."

"But I'm really scared."

"I guess that's just how I've gotten used to running away."

"sorry."