Tokyo, the shady intelligence of private detectives

It was a spacious room with the curtains drawn, and he and Abu Shuilian were lying on a large double bed.

"Mrs. Abu, what are you doing?" Masahiro Yuzuru asked as he quickly pulled his legs together to conceal the surging changes within him.

Although Mrs. Abu's breasts are not enormous, they are perky and full, and worth admiring.

She was still holding a camera, looking at Masahiro Hanyu. "It's strange, the anesthetic from that injection was very strong. You're not awake yet."

Abu Shuilian then noticed his scrutinizing gaze, her cheeks flushed, and she subconsciously crossed her arms over her chest. "I just wanted to make a record so that we can discuss some things."

Masahiro Hanyu glanced at his pants, which had been thrown under the bed, but the camera hidden in his belt was not covered.

"Mrs. Abu, even if I don't accept the commission, you don't need to leave evidence to threaten me like this. If Chairman Okita sees any of these photos, he will definitely kill me."

Mrs. Abu's tone turned reproachful, "What could I do? Who told you to put the child in the hospital? I had no choice but to do it. Otherwise, it seems your secret identity can't keep you in check."

Her tone turned serious. "The search for my sister is an absolute secret. It must not be leaked, or we may never find her again. I've already told you, if you don't accept the commission, I'll have no choice but to kill you. Do you want me to have leverage over you to accept the commission, or do you want me to find a way to kill you? What's your choice?"

Masahiro Yuzuru frowned. "Mrs. Abu, you are, after all, the wife of the East Asia Association president. If this gets out, it won't just hurt me..."

Abu Shuilian put down her camera. "Let me tell you another secret. Actually, I ended my marriage with Chairman Okita a long time ago. After all, he's not the boxing kid he used to be. He needs more women, but I can't accept him constantly changing lovers."

"We haven't been together for over five years, but nobody knows. After all, a stable marital relationship is a prerequisite for being the president of the East Asia Association, and it makes it easier to gain the support of the association's elders."

"Although I still care about him and don't want my best friend to be with him, because that would make me jealous, he doesn't care about me at all anymore."

"Even so, if I show him the photos and say that Mr. Yuzuru deceived and insulted me, Chairman Okita will certainly kill you."

Masahiro Yuzuru stared at her. "Mrs. Abu, your public identity is still that of the wife of the East Asia Association President. Is it really necessary to treat me like this?"

Abu Shuilian nodded, "Of course it's necessary. My parents died early, and although my sister is only five years older than me, she raised me like a mother. She may be in danger now, and as her only relative in the world, I must know her whereabouts. I need to see her alive or dead."

Masahiro Hanyu moved to the edge of the bed. "Didn't we already agree? We'd meet at the coffee shop tomorrow afternoon, and I'll give you an answer then."

His surging energy has subsided, so he's ready to leave.

He got up and was about to get out of bed when suddenly Abu Shuilian leaped up and coiled her legs in a scissor shape towards him.

Her right leg crossed over Masahiro Hanyu's waist and abdomen, her left leg wrapped around his lower back, and she suddenly tightened and bent her legs, using her hips to clamp him in a scissor-like motion to lock his body in place.

If her calves encircle your waist and her knees interlock to form a closed loop, it will be difficult to escape.

Masahiro Hanyu has the ability of a 7th-dan black belt. In a critical moment, he doesn't have time to think and naturally takes countermeasures.

Before Abu Shuilian's legs could lock tightly, he suddenly lowered his waist and pulled in his abdomen, stepping his right leg between the other's legs.

He bent over and pressed his upper body low, pressing one hand firmly against the inside of the other person's knee, while using the other hand to forcefully pry open the other person's legs.

Taking advantage of a moment when her leg muscles gave way, he bent down and used his shoulder to lift one of her legs.

The most embarrassed person now is Abu Mizuki, whose most private and vulnerable parts are completely exposed, and Masahiro Hanyu has taken the initiative.

Although Mrs. Abu was tall and robust, her legs were long and sturdy, not thick. She didn't have the shyness that most women have, but this situation still left her stunned, her face turning bright red.

"Mr. Yuzuru, isn't it very impolite of you to treat a woman like this?"

Masahiro Yuzuru looked helpless. "Mrs. Abu, you struck first, so I had to defend myself."

Abu Shuilian looked at him and said, "Originally, I just wanted to take some photos while you were unconscious to blackmail you, but now the situation is out of control. I have no privacy in front of you. If you don't accept my request, I will have no choice but to kill you."

Yuzuru Masahiro's tone was calm, "Madam, this was all forced upon me by you. I didn't mean to. And what good would killing me do? It wouldn't achieve your goal."

"How about we compromise? You let me go, and I'll go back and think it over carefully. I estimate there's a high chance I'll accept the commission, since I've already felt your sincerity. Of course, if you could raise the commission to 1000 million yen, I would be even more willing to accept it."

Although Mrs. Abu's face was no longer flushed, it was still tinged with a rosy hue. Although she was of ordinary appearance, she possessed a unique and captivating charm at this moment.

"Mr. Yuzuru, how about this? If you accept my commission, I'll give you 1200 million yen."

"And if you can promise me that I can listen in on you at any time during your investigation, I will stop taking photos and can even destroy the film I've already taken."

1200 million yen! This commission tempted Masahiro Hanyu. "Can you confirm the commission amount, Madam?"

Abu Shuilian said solemnly, "Of course, we can sign the agreement tomorrow, and I can also pay you a deposit of 200 million yen first."

Yuzuru Masahiro released his grip, jumped off the bed, and said, "Okay, it's a deal. I'll accept this commission. We'll officially sign the agreement tomorrow afternoon, but Madam wants all the film reels destroyed."

Without hesitation, Abu Shuilian turned on the camera, took out the film, and started the exposure directly.

Masahiro Hanyu nodded. "Thank you!" He picked up his pants and began to put on his clothes.

Abu Shuilian sighed. "I'm not pretty, and my figure might not be Yuzuru-kun's type. But I'm not a casual person either. I haven't been touched by a man for three years. Am I that worthless? Can't I just try something different?"

Yuzuru Masahiro turned to look at Abu Mizuren; she had a fit physique, but was a bit too bulky.

But her words, and the helpless look she gave off, suddenly touched him at that moment.

Masahiro Hanyu placed his hand on his belt and turned off the camera. "Mrs. Abu, is it safe here?"

Abu Shuilian sensed a turning point in his tone. She puffed out her full chest and said, "It's safe. This is my private residence. No one will disturb me."

Masahiro Hanyu walked to the bedside and roughly pushed her down. "Open your mouth, let's start from the beginning!"