Tokyo, the shady intelligence of private detectives

Lady Nagiharu was within arm's reach of Masahiro Hanyu, and he could clearly sense every trace of her presence.

She was a heavy smoker, which was evident from our two meetings in the apartment building.

Even if she took a shower and wore perfume, the smell of smoke is hard to remove, and he just can't smell it at all right now.

Unless it's a deliberate attempt to clear up any pretense, is it really necessary just to see him?

"Yes, I really want to. The last time I met with Madam here, I was unable to help her resolve her troubles because of the interference from the fire department. I have been thinking about it day and night and have been unable to eat or sleep."

Lady Nagiharu's lips curled up, her red lips were bright and full, and every smile and frown was alluring, which was the source of her sexy and alluring beauty.

"Mr. Yuzuru, you are a man of true character, I like you very much."

She made no attempt to hide her joy, and her smile was captivating.

Masahiro Hanyu's gaze seemed to be captivated by her, and he stared at the beautiful lady in front of him almost without blinking.

Although her appearance is exactly the same, her speech, mannerisms, expressions, and eyes make Lady Nagiharu seem like a completely different person compared to her apartment.

Masahiro Hanyu suspects that they are not the same person! After all, twins are not uncommon!

Just as the two were about to get close, Lady Nagiharu suddenly turned around, walked to the table, picked up the wine bottle, and poured two glasses of wine.

"Whiskey, Taketsuru Single Malt, is what I usually like to drink. It seems you didn't have a chance to try it when you last came here, Mr. Yuzuru."

She approached him with two glasses of wine, casually handing him one. "When two people are slightly tipsy, they'll be more sensitive and experience things more carefully when they get close."

Yuzuru Masahiro took the wine glass and, before she could clink glasses, walked over to the sofa and sat down. "There's wiretapping at the apartment, so there are some things I can't ask clearly. But here, I don't have that worry. I'd like to talk to Madam first."

Mrs. Nagiharu, holding her cup, said, "Mr. Yuzuru, I can't stay here to see you for too long, since I left quietly."

Her voice remained as soft as possible, suppressing a hint of urgency.

Masahiro Yuzuru placed his wine glass on the armrest. "Madam, it will be quick. I need to find out the details so I can concentrate better."

"First question: you said you came to this private residence through an underground passage. But you live on the top floor of the apartment building, how could you get underground without being detected?"

When Masahiro Hanyu first came here, Mrs. Nagiharu mentioned that the reason for choosing that apartment as her third home was to make it convenient to enter and exit through this private residence. At the time, he seemed to feel that something was wrong, and that was the question.

Mrs. Nagiharu sat down opposite Masahiro Hanyu. "Mr. Hanyu, is this matter related to the investigation of the assassin?"

Masahiro Hanyu hesitated slightly, "No, I was just curious."

Mrs. Nagiharu slowly took a sip of her drink. "Mr. Yuzuru, the East Asia Association has many secrets. The more you know, the more dangerous it becomes. It's best not to ask about this matter."

Masahiro Hanyu didn't insist. "Alright then, I'll continue with my second question: Why did you hide your meeting with Masato Kamishiro from Mr. Hirano?"

Mrs. Nagi glanced at him. "Didn't Mr. Yuzuru find out the details while he was chatting with Okita Kyōkyu in the car?"

"Masato Kamishiro predicted that Hirano Shōmei and Chairman Okita would share a wife. How absurd it sounded at the time, you'd realize how remarkable it is now that you know about my relationship with Chairman Okita. As it turns out, this mother of Okubo's prediction was almost right, so of course I believe her."

"Hirano Shōmei slapped Kami Masato in the face back then, which caused their relationship to deteriorate. Although the prediction proved to be accurate, Hirano Shōmei will never admit it. If he knew that I was seeing Kami Masato in private, he would kill Kami Masato to keep the secret."

Masahiro Hanyu had already figured out the reason, but what surprised him was that Mrs. Nagiharu knew about his conversation with Kyokyu Okita.

Was there a listening device in that van? Or was there something more to the relationship between Okita Kyōkyū and this Mrs. Nagiharu?

While Masahiro Hanyu was pondering, Mrs. Haru Nagi raised her glass. "Mr. Hanyu, do you dislike whiskey, or are you wary of me and hesitant to drink it?"

She gently pulled up the neckline of her long black dress, lightly hooked her bra with her fingers, and then slowly poured the wine from her glass down her cleavage.

The liquor trickled down her smooth, white skin, all the way down to her pink thong...

"Mr. Yuzuru, if you don't like your wine, would you like to try the wine here?"

The provocative tone in his words was quite direct, and his actions were bold enough.

Yuzuru Masahiro raised his wine glass to his lips, then put it down, stood up, walked to Lady Nagiharu, and gently pressed his finger against her chest.

The skin felt warm, and because of the whiskey, it felt even softer and smoother.

Faced with Masahiro Hanyu's caresses, Lady Nagi Haru instinctively flinched back, but then straightened her chest, seemingly enjoying the man's actions.

Yuzuru Masahiro quickly withdrew his finger, licked it, and said, "Lady Nagiharu's drink seems to be different from mine."

The two drinks really do taste different; Masahiro Hanyu wasn't exaggerating!

Mrs. Nagi stood up, took his hand, and led him towards the bedroom. "Mr. Yuzuru, at such a wonderful moment, the combination of Otto Ping and Wakasu will be even more special."

The bedroom was lit with soft-colored lights and contained a double bed.

Lady Nagiharu released his hand, opened a drawer in the wall cabinet, and took out a small red and gold glass bottle. This was "Waksu," a male physiological health oral liquid.

Her eyes were alluring. "Mr. Yuzuru, you must know its effects, right? Drink it, and then take me flying, okay?"

She opened the gold cap of the small glass bottle and handed it over.

Masahiro Hanyu had bought this oral liquid before, and he could tell at a glance that the bottle cap had been opened.

He took the small glass bottle with one hand, but with the other hand he suddenly pulled Lady Nagiharu into his arms and kissed her.

She was somewhat panicked and tried to struggle, but he kissed her until she quickly went limp.

As her eyes became unfocused, Masahiro Hanyu raised the small glass bottle, tilted his head back, and drank it down.

"Where is Ottopin S? I want my wife to apply it to me herself."

Lady Nagiharu exhaled a long breath to calm herself before taking out a small black box with a seal pattern from the drawer.

She slowly squatted down, gently biting her red lips. "Before applying the ointment, Mr. Yuzuru can enjoy other experiences."

She slowly unbuckled his belt, pulled down his trousers, and suddenly pushed him away. "Mr. Yuzuru, you should lie down."

Masahiro Hanyu involuntarily lay down on the bed, tilted his head to the side, and closed his eyes.

Mrs. Nagiharu breathed a sigh of relief. "Mr. Yuzuru, please forgive me, you are the third one. I think after Chairman Okita sees the bed photos of you and me together, he will let you join the passion of the first two detectives."

She took off her black veil dress, took out a camera from the drawer, and then lay down next to Masahiro Hanyu.

Then, as she reached out and raised her camera, preparing to take a selfie of the two of them, she suddenly noticed that Masahiro Hanyu in the camera slowly opened his eyes.