Tokyo, the shady intelligence of private detectives

Chapter 154 Passive Offense

Masahiro Hanyu quickly returned to the soft couch, his limbs limp, his eyes closed, his muscles relaxed, and his breathing slowed and became shallow, once again mimicking his unconscious state.

The sliding door was gently pushed open from the outside, and a cool fragrance wafted into the room first, clearer and richer than the lingering scent inside.

Maki Shiramomo entered the room.

Masahiro Hanyu could sense that she slowly walked to the bedside and looked down at him.

In the room, only faint breathing could be heard. His demeanor and expression remained unchanged, confirming that there were no flaws in his demeanor.

After a few seconds of silence, she pulled up his wrists, and suddenly he felt the coldness of metal. With a "click," his wrists were handcuffed to the headboard.

Does Maki Shiramo like this kind of control?

As Yuzuru Masahiro pondered, his chin was lifted by Shiramo Maki, his lips and teeth were slowly pried open, and a cool pill was precisely inserted under the back of his tongue.

The pill melted instantly in the mouth, and the refreshing medicinal sensation spread throughout the body and limbs in an instant.

Masahiro Hanyu instantly understood that this was the antidote to the drug.

The effects of the medicine should dissipate slowly. He deliberately slowed down the pace of his awakening, slowly raising his eyelids, pretending to have just escaped from a deep coma and was in a dazed and confused state.

His gaze slowly focused, and that indifferent mask came into view.

"The White Peach Dharma King!" His tone also carried the sound of someone who had just awakened.

He then seemed to only then realize the handcuffs on his wrists, struggled a few times, and asked, "Your Majesty, what are you doing?"

Maki Shiramo looked down at him, revealing only her fair and delicate jawline and thin lips beneath the mask.

"Mr. Yamamoto, oh, there's no one else here. You can call me Detective Yuzuru. Do you remember our three-point agreement?"

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Masahiro Hanyu stared at the deep eyes behind the mask. "I remember, of course I remember! That's why I won't look at your face behind the mask. There's no need to handcuff me. I like to take the initiative."

Maki Shiramo's voice remained gentle and slow, "Detective Hanyu, this is not up to you. Remember what you promised me: after I satisfy you, you will have to die for me in the future."

She turned around and reached out to pull the thick blackout curtains hanging by the window.

The rustling sound of fabric rubbing together was particularly clear in the quiet room.

The light that had been seeping into the room was blocked off, the heavy Japanese-style curtains were completely drawn, and then with a soft "click," the White Peach Dharma King turned off the only overhead light in the room.

The room suddenly went dark.

A minute later, the lights in the room came on again, dim and yellowish.

Wearing a mask, Shiramo Momo Maki slowly approached him, her cool fragrance becoming even stronger.

Masahiro Hanyu didn't quite understand why he turned off the lights and then turned them back on. Was it just to spray perfume?

At that moment, she suddenly lifted her robe, revealing that she was completely naked underneath, and then the lights went out again.

Although Masahiro Hanyu had been carried into the bedroom, the chances of him having relations with the White Peach King were very low.

Even if it were to happen, he could pretend to suddenly come to his senses and prevent it from continuing.

After all, Yui Satsuki is outside. If something really happened, would she be happy?

Warm, soft, and with a cool fragrance, it descends from above.

A sense of oppression instantly enveloped his entire body. Masahiro Hanyu had never experienced having his hands cuffed before, and it was so direct, without any build-up.

Masahiro Hanyu has a keen sense of smell. Amidst the rich, cool fragrance, he also detected a faint, warm body scent that seemed so familiar.

No, the person in front of him wasn't Maki Shiramomo, but—Natsumi Seto. He had smelled her scent up close before.

He was right after all. The White Peach King would not actually have a relationship with him, but instead had Seto Natsumi take her place to complete the process.

Masahiro Hanyu, of course, wouldn't expose him, and pretended to be completely unaware, fully immersed in the moment.

The warmth rose and fell, and every subtle touch felt like a completely proactive act of plunder.

He went with the flow, letting things slide naturally, playing the role of a completely unaware participant, enveloped by the night.

Amidst the hazy entanglement, he maintained a calm and clear mind, turning the passive situation into an active one.

The long night flowed slowly.

She was utterly defeated and had no choice but to drag herself out of the room.

After the sound of running water, the room lights came on, and the White Peach Dharma King reappeared before him.

"Mr. Yuzuru's performance has surprised me. If you can truly work for the Fusheng Association, I will give you another chance in the future."

Yuzuru Masahiro looked down. "Your Holiness, I'm not looking very elegant like this. Would you like to help me, or would you like to remove the handcuffs so I can clean myself up?"

The White Peach Dharma King bent down, "Let Miss Mio help you clean up!"

She blew on the bamboo tube inside the mask, and a puff of air sprayed onto Masahiro Hanyu's face, forcing him to pretend to fall into a coma again.

Seto Natsuri walked in. "Your Holiness, what should we do next?"

Maki Shiramo unlocked the handcuffs. "Don't trust him, but you can use him. Right now, we need him to control Mio Nagasawa. As for the rest, let's stick to the plan."

Seto Natsumi respectfully agreed, "Yes, I know what to do!"

After Maki Shiramomo left the room, Natsumi Seto cleaned him up and tidied his gi.

Two strong female guards came in, lifted Masahiro Yuzuru up, and carried him back into the lecture hall.

Masahiro Hanyu guessed that Hakutao Hojo knocked him unconscious again because she didn't want to reveal her residence.

But if she didn't want to have a relationship with him, why did she use Natsumi Lazy to replace her in this play?

What was the plan she just mentioned to Natsumi Seto?

Masahiro Hanyu intuitively felt that Fukusei was plotting something big, and that he was one of the people who could be used, not just to seize Mio Nagasawa's family property.

When they returned to the lecture hall, the frenzy on the tatami mats had subsided, and the male and female believers were exhausted and had no energy left to make any more choices.

Satsuki Yui sat in the corner, and Shirakawa Manharu, who was still filming, was monitoring her when Seto Natsumi left.

Two strong women lifted Masahiro Yuzuru in front of her and threw him to the ground. Then, without a word, they turned and left.

Satsuki Yui quickly bent down to check on him. "Yamamoto-kun, are you awake?"

At this moment, the White Peach Dharma King came over and said, "Miss Mio, Yamamoto-kun harassed me earlier, but he has already been punished. If you wish to save him, please add another ten million yen to purchase the Chairman's Blessing and Peace Amulet."

"That way I can wake him up quickly. I know Miss Mio is suffering a lot right now and is eagerly craving Mr. Yamamoto's caresses."

Without any hesitation, Yui Satsuki replied, "One hundred and ten million yen? Sure, it will arrive in my account tomorrow."

The White Peach Dharma King handed a pill to Yui Satsuki, saying, "This is the antidote worth ten million yen that can quickly revive Mr. Yamamoto."

Yui Satsuki took the pill, bent down, used her fingers to separate Masahiro Hanyu's lips and teeth, then put the pill into his mouth, and withdrew her fingers.

Her movements were so quick that no one noticed that she had already hidden the pill in her hand before she closed her mouth.

As Masahiro Hanyu slowly opened his eyes, Natsumi Lazydo walked over. "Ms. Mio, your wonderful time with Mr. Yamamoto can begin!"