Tokyo, the shady intelligence of private detectives

Chapter 147: Reporters Infiltrated

They all came in the same car, and these male believers were unaware of Seto Natsumi's true identity.

The reason they exclaimed in surprise was that not only was Natsumi's gauze dress revealing no underwear, but it was also bound with red ropes. Her figure wasn't exactly standard, but she was beautiful and well-proportioned. In the light mist, she had an ethereal quality. Her hands were bound behind her back as she carefully entered the pool. The transparent white gauze dress clung tightly to her body after getting wet, making the red ropes binding her even more prominent and mysterious.

Her dignified and beautiful face was strikingly different from the white dress and red ribbon, making her presence truly captivating.

Natsumi Seto stood in the water, her gaze sweeping over each believer in the pool. When she met Masahiro Hanyu's eyes, she even puffed out her chest, seemingly unintentionally.

"My name is Natsumi Seto, and I am one of today's speakers."

"You have all washed away the dust and impurities, your bodies are free of clutter, and your minds are free of external things; you are now enlightened both inside and out."

"I, in my bound body, will share with you the essential teachings of the Evangelical Fellowship."

After listening to Seto Natsuri's words, the believers realized that this beautiful woman was intentionally restraining herself, and the lecture would begin from now on.

Masahiro Hanyu found it strange. Why was Natsumi Lazydo, who was in charge of the intelligence department, giving lectures to the believers? Unless—there was intelligence or other information among these believers that she needed.

Only then did he notice that He Fangchun was not in the hot spring pool and had left sometime earlier.

Seto Natsuri's voice was soothing and calm: "Men in the secular world are bound by their private property, family, and desires, tied down by money, constrained by family, and bound by love. They toil for the secular world their whole lives and are never free. All because their obsessions are too deep and their selfish desires are too heavy."

"The Great Way of Blessings breaks through all private and illusory desires. Those who sincerely join the association and thoroughly purify their hearts will relinquish their own small family's wealth to enjoy the blessings of countless families within the association."

Yuzuru Masahiro listened attentively. He had heard these words many times before, and they were nothing new. But when he looked at Seto Natsumi, he suddenly felt a burning sensation in his body.

No, he shouldn't. He has strong self-control. Although Seto Natsumi is quite good-looking, she shouldn't be able to make him react like this.

It was this hot spring water that Yuzuru Masahiro realized might contain substances that the Fussho Association had added, substances that could make people easily aroused.

He licked the roof of his mouth with his tongue; the antigen membrane could be effective in a last resort.

Seto Natsumi walked to the center of the circular hot spring pool. Because of the ropes binding her, she had difficulty walking and couldn't help but let out a faint groan, which drifted into the pool water.

She stopped. "Those who completely dedicate their private property and their families can break free from the lowly constraints of worldly love and single-family relationships."

She slowly turned in the water, saying, "Within the open path of the Fusheng Society, all women who purify themselves before joining the society follow the true nature of the Way, serving meekly and completely obeying."

"The more you sincerely dedicate yourself, the greater your blessings will be, the wider your authority will be, and the more wealth, resources, and female servants you will receive at will, bringing you boundless blessings."

"For example, my body and mind belong to all of you, but without dedication there is no enjoyment. If you want to receive my service, you must have outstanding performances that I can appreciate."

Her gaze swept over the crowd again. "I know that one of the women over there is a reporter from a weekly newspaper."

"She concealed her identity. Her boyfriend did not know that she was a reporter, nor did he know that her purpose was not to join the association, but to use the Fusheng Association as news material to make money."

"I want to find her, to re-tame her mind and body, so that she can truly enter the Path of Blessed Life. Which of you is willing to provide clues to find her?"

"The person who provides me with a clue will be rewarded, either by me or another woman. They will receive comprehensive physical and mental services and deeply experience the wonderful life of joining the Fusheng Society as a man."

Masahiro Hanyu suddenly realized that a female reporter had infiltrated the lecture audience today, and Natsumi Seto couldn't determine who she was.

She came here not only to explain the doctrines to the male believers and instill the ideas of the Fusheng Society, but also to use her body as a lure to find clues.

Natsumi Seto may enjoy bondage experiences, but her appearance and behavior certainly have a visual impact on the men in the pool.

In the hot spring pool, male believers in a state of mental and physical relaxation are easily brainwashed by these personal testimonies under the influence of unknown substances in the water.

At this time, being able to stand out among many male believers and receive the speaker's reward would bring both physical and mental satisfaction.

"I... I think I know!" A short, stout middle-aged man stood up from the water, his body showing noticeable changes, perhaps due to his excitement.

Seto Natsumi glanced at him. "Oh, please tell me, if we find that female reporter based on the clues you provided, we can fulfill your wish here, while others can only watch and envy."

Upon hearing Seto Natsumi's promise, the man's voice trembled with excitement.

"After entering the manor, I noticed a woman stumble and fall. As she crouched down, she seemed to casually stuff some items into the bushes."

"I didn't pay attention at the time, but now that you've mentioned it, I'm thinking that maybe she was that reporter who hid something she didn't want to be discovered there."

At this moment, a slender young man stood up and said, "You're talking nonsense. My girlfriend isn't a reporter; she's an employee of a foreign trade company."

The middle-aged, overweight man chuckled. "By the way, that woman was with you. Is she a reporter? The speaker will find out. Don't get agitated."

Seto Natsumi smiled knowingly. "Okay, I'll find out."

She approached the middle-aged, overweight man. "Could you please untie me?"

The middle-aged man bowed slightly. "Yes, I'm happy to serve you."

He circled around Seto Natsumi once, then crouched down to find the knot. He reached underwater and slowly pulled one end of the rope. The red rope tightened in the water before loosening and untying itself.

Seto Natsuri let out a soft sigh. "Thank you for your hard work. Please wait for the results!"

The slender young man had already jumped out of the hot spring pool, wrapped himself in a towel, and ran towards the women's hot spring area.

Seto Natsumi stepped out of the hot spring pool, wrapping herself tightly in a towel. "Sir, this is the women's area. Men are not allowed in. You cannot notify her."

As Seto Natsuri left, the middle-aged man, still holding the red rope in his hand, sniffed it intensely, his expression growing increasingly excited. He then began to wrap the red rope around himself.

Masahiro Yuzuru closed his eyes. What would happen if Fusei found that female reporter?

Will they expel them? Imprison them? They can't just openly kill them to silence them!

He shook his head, feeling somewhat confused.

The image of Seto Natsumi bound by a red rope flashed through his mind. He usually didn't like this kind of game, so it seemed the hot spring water had a strong effect.

"Ah! No!" A woman's shrill scream came from the women's hot spring area.