Tokyo: Let the wicked women pay the price!

Fujino didn't know how Inspector Yamagami left the hospital.

The busy work instantly filled the void in his heart.

He could only take a break after seeing a few patients.

The empty consultation room gave him ample space to think.

He stared at the system panel in front of him, lost in thought.

[Name: Kazuhiko Fujino]

Total Assets: ¥330,113 (-¥3,662,017)

[Props: The patient's electrocardiogram (for hypnosis)]

[Skill: Micro-expression observation (proficient)]

Indeed, his mission reward arrived in his account.

But he couldn't be happy.

The monetary reward was a drop in the ocean for him.

This was almost entirely due to the "scholarship" the original owner received while attending university.

The word "scholarship" is written as "gao li dai" and pronounced as "gao li dai".

Unlike his previous life in a major Eastern country, the "scholarship" in Tokyo was actually a loan with a relatively high interest rate.

He has a fixed monthly income of around 24 yen, plus a special allowance of 10 yen from his cooperation with the Metropolitan Police Department.

It's fair to say that they barely have enough to eat and wear, and they don't have much money to repay their loans.

If given a choice, nobody wants to live with a loan.

However, unlike surgeons, psychiatrists do not have the "unspoken rules" that allow for accepting gifts.

They don't have surgery.

The only way to get a raise is almost always through a promotion.

Thinking about this, he couldn't help but complain that the professional title system for doctors in Tokyo was really absurd.

Just like the cultivation novel he read in his previous life, where the protagonist was some kind of mystical being, he was actually taught the unique Dao Fruit.

Each department can have only one professor.

Following them were several assistant professors, specialists, medical students, and trainees who were almost in the residency training stage.

Yes, the original owner's skills and level only allowed him to continue to gain experience in medical specialization.

Perhaps in two more years, when he reaches the maximum training period, he will be able to become a specialist doctor.

Then they remain in that position for the rest of their lives, unable to make any further progress.

but now?

Can't he really climb a little higher?

Even if it was just for the 80 yen monthly salary of an assistant professor, he was willing to give it a try.

Fujino stared intently at the skill—[Micro-expression observation (proficient)]—which was indeed a skill that a psychiatrist should master.

After all, people with mental illness generally have varying degrees of "stigma associated with their illness".

They are ashamed to admit that they have a mental illness.

Therefore, when filling out psychiatric assessment forms during outpatient examinations, they deliberately choose options that appear normal; when describing their symptoms, they also embellish or omit descriptions that are unfavorable to them.

Every consultation felt like solving a crime.

Fujino has some knowledge of interpreting micro-expressions, but he's only slightly better than an average doctor.

After all, his patients in his previous life didn't show much expression.

Some people laughed, because that's within the scope of a Taoist priest's work.

Time always flies when you're deep in thought.

Unlike those grueling surgeons, Fujino, who works in the psychiatry department, even has a 9-to-5 job.

However, making the decision to leave work this time was incredibly difficult for him.

On his way home, he always looked around suspiciously.

Bunkyo Ward has a very good public security situation, and the chances of encountering a stalker are not high.

But it's clear that for Fujino, it's definitely not zero.

Or rather, it depends on how you define "tailing".

As Fujino walked past the corner of 2-chome, he kept sensing someone behind him out of the corner of his eye.

He turned around.

All that could be seen was a calm, empty street.

After taking two more steps, he could hear the sound of cherry blossoms falling and his tiptoeing footsteps.

What does it mean?

When I turned around again, there was still no one there, but this time I heard a clanging sound of metal coming from the street corner.

It really was you!

where is it?

unimportant.

Without hesitation, he took out his phone and found Waka Hanako's number.

[Fujino Kazuhiko: Waka-san, do you remember the promise you made to me and Inspector Yamagami today?]

[Hanako Waka: Yes, Mr. Fujino. ]

[Waka Hanako: Hanako promises I'll never do anything illegal again, please believe me!]

Fujino Kazuhiko looked around. His ability to observe micro-expressions (proficient) had also improved his eyesight.

He looked at the trash can on the street corner and tapped his phone.

[Kazuhiko Fujino: Do ​​you think white mold grows on trash cans?]

[Waka Hanako: I was escorting my friend home, it doesn't count as stalking.]

[Fujino Kazuhiko: If this continues, I'm breaking off my friendship with Hanako. People who don't keep their promises and only try to take advantage of loopholes don't deserve friends.]

As the white hair on top of the trash can gradually wriggled and disappeared, Fujino Kazuhiko received a new message.

[Hanako Waka: I understand, Mr. Fujino. Please don't dislike Hanako.]

[Waka Hanako: Hanako will definitely be a good, obedient child.]

Fujino rubbed his temples.

Inspector Yamagami, you really know how to cause us trouble.

This has really turned into a tug-of-war!

Fortunately, he found a way to control this white-haired creature.

He was just curious as to why this girl was so fixated on him.

......

In Tokyo,

Trams are not just symbols with special meanings, but also the ceremonial procession for every office worker going to and from get off work.

As a penniless man, Fujino naturally couldn't find a place to live in the expensive Bunkyo Ward.

He lives in the remote and inexpensive Adachi Ward.

It takes at least 35 minutes by train from Bunkyo 3-chome near Todai-mono to Kita-Senju Station near his home.

Clang, clang—

He was still thinking about the day's events on the tram.

That's really too abstract.

He simply worked as a psychiatrist, going to get off work from nine to six every day, exercising when he got home, drinking a glass of hot milk, and falling asleep immediately after lying in bed.

Why would I encounter a scenario where I'm being stalked by a hentai psychopathic girl?

The tram suddenly turned a corner, and he felt as if life itself had taken a turn like that.

He felt he had bumped into someone and instinctively apologized.

This feeling of losing control...

A sense of control?

This sense of control in the right hand?

He subconsciously looked up.

She was a girl wearing a winter school uniform, a pleated skirt, black knee-high socks, and kidney-shaped shoes.

Beneath her long, misty blue hair, on her exquisitely made-up face, a small cherry-like mouth was grinning mischievously at him.

One of her hands seemed to be supporting Fujino's waist, or perhaps it was reaching into his suit pocket.

With her other hand holding her phone, Kuku took a selfie.

I took pictures of her lovely face, as well as Fujino's blank expression, and even Fujino's right hand, which was deeply embedded in her buttocks.

This is Japan in 2005. Being filmed committing groping on a train is a serious offense.

It means he will be laid off, it means he will not be able to find a new job, it means his life is essentially over.

The high school girl, her face adorned with exquisite makeup, took two steps closer, stood on tiptoe, and parted her jelly-like, translucent lips, her warm breath brushing against Fujino's cheek: "Hey. Mr. Suit, you don't want the Metropolitan Police Department gentlemen to find out you're a train pervert, do you?"

As soon as the woman finished speaking, the panel appeared in front of Fujino.

[Wakaba Saki: Hehehe, this guy in the suit is definitely the richest and most respectable unlucky guy in the whole carriage. I'll take a picture of him reaching out, that way I can keep blackmailing him. Hehe, I wonder how many unlucky guys like him I'll need to pay off my loan.]

[Worldline 1: Beg for her mercy. If you satisfy her blackmail demands, she might have a change of heart and delete the evidence (Reward: -30000 yen/month)]

[Worldline Two: Trust the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department; a clear conscience fears no accusation. However, her confident demeanor always makes you a little uneasy. (Reward: 10 years of government employment)]

[Worldline 3: Play along and get her to go home with you to get the money, then give her a good talking-to: this is wrong! Make her sincerely acknowledge her mistake! You bastard! (Reward: Unlocks the advanced skill for the item 'Patient's EEG')]

The warm voice beside his ear sent a chill down Fujino's spine.

what

Another wicked woman?

Seeing him freeze in shock, Saki thought she had Fujino under her control, and said with a playful smile, "Mr. Pervert, how are you going to win me over?"

"If you're sincere enough, it's not impossible to discuss it."

Fujino remained silent, then asked in a low voice, "What do you want?"

"It depends on whether you pay in full or in installments," she said with a smile. "A full payment would be 100 million yen, while an installment would be a bit more."

"Are you short of money?" Fujino frowned.

Fujino felt his chin being roughly grabbed by her: "Mr. Pervert, I'm asking you a question! Don't try to trick me into telling you anything!"

"Next stop, get off with me."

He was determined to teach this woman a lesson she would never forget.

Fujino put on a fawning smile: "Hey, lovely lady. Let's skip to the next stop and go home with me to get the money."

"Not only can I give you the money this time, but we can even discuss your future fatherhood."

Tell me, you wicked women, why are you trying to harm me?!

Don't blame me.

It wasn't until she followed Fujino into the apartment that Saki realized something was wrong.

Am I being manipulated by this older man?

"Don't try anything funny, uncle!" she emphasized again.

"Don't worry, we're almost there."

He opened the door and saw a single-person apartment, which wasn't too crowded.

After hesitating for a moment, Wakaba Saki went into the house and sat down on a chair by herself.

"Uncle, hurry up and hand over the money. My patience is running out."

"Just a moment." Fujino took off his coat and removed his tie.

"Wait a minute? I think you haven't got the situation right!"

Fujino hung up his suit jacket and tie, a mysterious smile flashing across his face as he turned away from Saki.

In my opinion, you're the one who hasn't figured things out!

Hypnosis

"Wakaba Saki, what do you want me to do?"

Fujino slowly sat down opposite her.

"Tch, you lowly office worker, you don't understand the current situation..."

Saki suddenly realized something was wrong. How did the other person know her name?

She immediately felt a little dizzy, and her eyes gradually lost their luster.

"What's your name?"

"Wakaba Saki..."

Where do you study?

"Hinomori Women's University"

Are you short of money?

"My family went bankrupt, I had no money, and I was in debt. I even quit my favorite band and kept working odd jobs, but I still couldn't pay off the loans. Until last week, an acquaintance of mine came up with this idea: I could make money by threatening people who were too afraid to ask the Metropolitan Police Department for help."

Fujino frowned.

"Sister? What's her name?"

"Himemiya Iris".

Damn it, it's you again?

"The Faculty of Law at the University of Tokyo?"

Saki nodded blankly.

Fujino silently took the phone from Saki's hand and deleted all the evidence.

He then recalled the description of [Worldline Two: Trust the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department; a clear conscience fears no accusation. However, her confident demeanor always makes you feel a little uneasy. (Reward: 10 years of government employment)].

He suddenly asked, "What else have you prepared to blackmail me?"

"If you don't admit it, I'll argue with you and call the police. I just slipped my panties into your suit jacket while the tram was turning. That way you won't be able to deny it, you'll definitely admit it, or you'll go to jail."

A woman's heart is the most poisonous!

Sure enough, he found the blue and white striped briefs in his coat.

You're really ruthless!

This is no ordinary wicked woman; we must strike hard!

He set up his phone and started recording: "Apologize to me now."

Saki bowed deeply, revealing a large expanse of white skin at the collar of her shirt: "Private Marseille!"

"Tell me your plan clearly, who instructed you, and what you did!"

"I, Wakaba Saki, on the advice of Himemiya Ayame from the Faculty of Law at the University of Tokyo, went to extort money from those who were afraid to call the police. To ensure that I could get this gentleman in the suit into jail, I even put my panties in his suit jacket as insurance."

"Where is the sincerity in your apology? I bow deeply!"

Without hesitation, she slowly knelt down like a robot.

Her hair was a misty blue, and she wore matching colored contact lenses. Beneath her slightly disheveled shirt, beads of sweat glistened on her collarbone.

She crossed her hands on her forehead and knelt on the ground in the classic dogeza (prostration) pose.

"Red bean paste, a secret Marseille flavor!"

"And then what? Your sincerity isn't enough."

Fujino knew from the woman's words that the meager evidence was not even enough to protect him.

He had a hunch that this thing might actually make Saki give up blackmailing him.

As expected, in order to show her sincerity, Saki chose to stack the clothes neatly and put them aside.

But time flies, and the time was up quickly.

That's enough of today's punishment.

Saki closed her eyes, then opened them again, looking confused and hesitant: "I..."

"You!" She seemed somewhat bewildered, her face filled with horror. "What just happened was..."

Fujino nodded slightly; it seemed she still retained some memories.

However, it may not be clear, just like a dream, which consists of fragmented flashbacks.

"You have just realized the wrongness of your behavior and have therefore repented to me."

Fujino crossed his legs, looking at Saki with a blank expression.

"...How could such a thing happen?"

"Please watch the video."

He turned the phone volume up to the maximum and started playing a video.

No way!

Saki Wakaba stared wide-eyed, her eyes filled with confusion.

As she watched herself rise from her knees and slowly straighten the hem of her skirt, Saki's face turned pale, her lips trembled, and her eyes were filled with solemnity and helplessness.

She hurriedly took a few steps back, lost her balance, and knelt on the ground.

Fujino knew that the balance of power had shifted.

He looked down at them, a slight smirk playing on his lips.

Is it finally his turn to say this line?

"Wakaba Saki, you don't want others to know about this, do you?"

"..."