Tokyo: Let the wicked women pay the price!

Specialized medical office.

Kouki Takanashi's special product.

Fujino pushed open the door and casually clicked it shut.

He stood in front of the desk with his arms crossed, looking at Kotori Mitsuki with some surprise and confusion still lingering in his eyes.

He didn't quite understand Kotori Mitsuki's tough attitude.

Unless this woman has gone mad.

Koki Takanashi reclined on her office chair, crossed her legs, and sized up Fujino.

Her father, the chairman of the Takanashi Association, just called her.

The matter was dropped.

Her actions were temporarily suppressed, and no one would pursue the matter.

This undoubtedly gave her a strong boost.

Now she's not afraid of anything.

Besides my older sister.

In Tokyo, his father said the medical system doesn't investigate anything, that's just how it is.

Although it turned out that framing Fujino was a bit difficult.

However, Takanashi is confident that nothing will go wrong in protecting the person.

This is also the basis for her arrogance at this moment.

Although the evidence was still on Fujino's phone, she felt that with her father's backing, she could use money and power to solve this problem.

Do you really think of yourself as one of those powerless women in documentaries or anime who, after being filmed and manipulated, will repeatedly submit and then be filmed with more blackmail videos, ultimately succumbing to their control?

Don't tease your sister Takanashi; she's making you laugh.

These days, when you're out in the game, connections and influence matter.

They're still using the video to threaten me.

I can't figure this out anymore.

She turned her phone around playfully, placed it screen-down on the table, and glanced at Fujino.

Koki breathed a sigh of relief, shifted to a more comfortable position, propped her black-stockinged legs on the desk, and relaxed completely.

"Fujino, shall we talk?"

Although her opinion of Fujino has changed somewhat, but!

Their master-servant game should end.

Even if she were to have some interaction with Fujino, she would stand beside him as an equal.

Instead of kneeling at his feet.

Fujino looked at her feet and smiled helplessly.

I just ate sushi and cake, so I can't eat anymore.

Why are you still putting things on the table?

He had been observing Koki Takanashi's expression.

He had no idea what the woman was thinking.

But he knew that Mitsuki was up to no good.

If she can't get rid of that habit of shrinking her neck, wrinkling her nose, coughing, and laughing whenever she thinks of something bad, people will see right through her for the rest of her life.

"Sure, what do you want to talk about?"

Fujino nodded and swam over to the little bird.

He raised his hand as he had done a few days before, wanting to ruffle Mitsuki's hair, but she turned her head away to avoid it.

Fujino's hand hovered in the air for a moment, his eyes gradually turning cold.

The little bird turned its head to the side and its body shifted, causing the two clumps to overlap under the influence of gravity.

She spoke slowly, "I think our abnormal relationship should end."

Fujino frowned.

Did you think he ran a charity?

Takanashi Mitsuki, the moment you reached out to my file, I wasn't going to let you off the hook!

He tapped his fingers on the table.

"Mitsuki, have you figured out what's going on?"

Mitsuki raised her head slightly, met Fujino's gaze, and chuckled.

"The situation? Your matter is over, and the file has been returned to the archives. This matter is completely over."

"That thing in your hand is useless now."

Is it useless?

Fujino doesn’t think so.

In this era without AI, videos truly cannot be edited.

How could that naked, indecent little bird, Yu Guangxi, in his hand be useless?

The more important a person is, the less they can tolerate any stain on their reputation.

Since Koki likes to play ostrich, he has to tell her the reality.

Looking at Fujino's disdainful smile, Takanashi Mitsuki felt a little uneasy, and a sense of panic about losing control surged into her heart again.

She curled her lip: "While you are indeed incredibly powerful, I'm not going to target you this time!"

"I just want to take back what's rightfully mine, the leverage you hold over me. Your powerful politician backers won't turn against my father for your despicable behavior."

"You're ultimately someone who's good at navigating social situations, not someone who truly has powerful backing."

She sat up and met Fujino's eyes.

His gaze was like lightning.

"If you choose to turn back now, at least you can get some money from me; otherwise, you'll get nothing."

Fujino turned his head and chuckled twice.

You're right.

"But what if I were to go out and broadcast it publicly later, or even put it on a computer and display it on the hospital's LED screen? How would you respond then?"

Fujino's words were like a sharp arrow, piercing through the barrier that Takanashi Mitsuki thought was perfect.

Her face immediately turned pale.

No, the Fujino she knew wouldn't do that...

But that scene...

She dared not think.

If it were shown on a hospital's big screen, today, or at the latest tomorrow, the whole of Tokyo would see her calmly folding her clothes and placing them beside her, sitting naked on a kneeling position.

Even...did Fujino record a video when he checked himself to see if he was dry?

She can't remember.

What if these things were actually seen by someone?

she......

Mitsuki sprang up from Fujino and stood barefoot on the ground: "I..."

She wanted to say that she was just joking, but this was too ridiculous.

Fujino raised his hand again and gently placed it on Kotori Mitsuki's head, kneading her hair.

Mitsuki was somewhat flattered, but thankfully Fujino was still the same gentle Fujino; he would forgive her, right?

A voice rang out.

"I don't need to tell you twice what posture you should use to apologize, do I?"

This sentence is rambling, but the content is clear and concise.

Hearing this, Guangxi felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave.

She turned her head, and Fujino was playing the video, which was playing right at the point where that line was spoken.

Mitsuki shook her head in terror, glancing between the phone on the table and Fujino, who was pulling her hair.

Do not......

Fujino gently pushed her, causing her to kneel on the ground.

He strolled over to the office chair in the specialist's office, sat down, and crossed his legs.

Seeing Mitsuki sitting slumped on the ground, pale-faced and with vacant eyes, Fujino moved the progress bar.

"That's it? Is your sincerity in atoning for your sins over?"

He stared coldly at Mitsuki without saying a word—it was time for her to realize her place.

Even the dialogue can be completely replaced by previous videos.

Mitsuki also realized this.

She sat slumped on the ground, trembling violently.

The exact same scene, the exact same situation.

A bleak smile appeared on her face as she accepted it all.

Naturally

They should apologize as they have done before.

She blankly closed the blinds and stood in front of Fujino to begin repeating her work.

She took off her white coat, folded it neatly as if on a pilgrimage, and placed it beside her.

A suit, a shirt, a long skirt, and those matte black stockings with 40D markings on the side.

Once the factory settings were restored, Koki Takanashi knelt in front of Fujino.

The sparkle in her eyes vanished completely.

It's all her father's fault. If he had struggled a little back then, Fujino might not have treated her so roughly.

She looked at Fujino, her eyes filled with hope.

"Kuki knows she was wrong."

Fujino smiled.

He unbuckled his belt.

He continued playing the previous video.

"That's it? Is your sincerity in atoning for your sins over?"

Mitsuki looked up at Fujino, a charming smile on her face.

He lowered his head and focused on his own work.

Listening to Mitsuki's hesitant voice,

Fujino squinted.

He gently rubbed her head.