Tokyo, the shady intelligence of private detectives

Ozawa Ayari was taken aback. "Does Yuzuru-kun mean you want to see the underwear I'm wearing?"

Masahiro Hanyu said in a serious tone, "Yes, it's about the underwear you're wearing right now."

"Please don't misunderstand, Mr. Ozawa. My request is solely to investigate the cause of your missing underwear as soon as possible."

Ozawa Ayari sized up the young detective; his eyes were clear, his attitude serious, and she couldn't tell if he had any other intentions.

Yuzuru bowed slightly. "Please trust my professional ethics, Ozawa-san. I did this simply to investigate the truth as quickly as possible."

"Based on the style of your underwear and certain features, I can find clues to further investigate."

"President Satsuki is your friend. I was sent here by her, and I won't do anything inappropriate."

Ozawa Ayari's eyes flickered. "Although Yuzuru-kun's explanation is a bit far-fetched, I trust President Satsuki's arrangements. Please come with me."

Ayari Ozawa walked towards the two-story wooden building in the courtyard, with Masahiro Hanyu following behind her.

A gentle breeze blew, and Xiaoze's floral dress clung tightly to her waist, making her sway gracefully like a willow in the wind.

Yuzuru Masahiro's heart skipped a beat. He recalled a scene from a seductive manga, and this figure looked very much like the female protagonist in the manga!

Ayari Ozawa felt the gaze behind her and turned around. Masahiro Hanyu immediately straightened his expression.

"Ozawa-san, the underwear started disappearing about two or three months ago, right?"

Ozawa Ayari turned around and continued leading the way, "Yes, the first time I lost my underwear was eighty-three days ago."

"I made a record of every piece of underwear that I lost, including the time and style, so that my memory wouldn't become hazy over time."

Masahiro Hanyu smiled approvingly, "Ozawa-san is not only beautiful, but also very organized and methodical. She's truly admirable!"

Ozawa Ayari chuckled, "This isn't a bar, so even if Yuzuru compliments me, there's no free beer."

Yuzuru Masahiro breathed a slight sigh of relief; Ozawa seemed to have completely accepted his request.

The two entered the living room on the first floor. Ozawa Ayari turned around, her tone gentle.

"Hanyu-kun, since you've asked to see my underwear, should I take it off for you, or should I take off my outer garment for you to see?"

Yuzuru hesitated for a few seconds, "If Ozawa-san doesn't mind, I'll take a look at both of these situations."

Ozawa Ayari's eyes suddenly turned cold. "Hanyu-kun, I originally intended to cooperate fully with you in order to find out the truth about this matter as soon as possible."

"But your request is excessive, and I seriously question the purpose of it."

"I'll call President Satsuki right now and have her send another investigator to replace you."

Masahiro Hanyu remained calm. "Ozawa-san, President Satsuki sent me to visit you in person, which shows that she trusts me very much."

"If you don't mind, this will make it easier to find useful investigative leads."

"If you mind, you can decide for yourself whether to take off your underwear or outer clothing."

"Ozawa-san, my behavior is similar to a doctor examining a patient in a hospital. Even if the patient is naked, all I see are the symptoms."

"As the investigator in this case, my job is similar to that of a doctor: simply to look for clues by examining your underwear. I have no other intentions."

"Each investigator has unique investigative methods. Calling President Satsuki now will only put her in a difficult position."

Ayari Ozawa had already picked up the phone in the living room, but she bit her lower lip and then put it down.

"Alright then, Yuzuru-kun, come with me to the bedroom!"

The heroine in the seductive manga looks a lot like Reika Ozawa, and Masahiro Hanyu insisted on doing so in order to confirm some of his conjectures.

Of course, it's just looking at underwear; there's no need to do anything else. Just looking at it in the living room is enough.

However, Ozawa chose to go to the bedroom, which created an ambiguous atmosphere. Although Yuzuru Masahiro was puzzled, he did not refuse.

The bedroom was about twelve feet in size, with a Western-style bunk bed covered with a linen mat. The summer bedding was neatly folded, and the room was filled with a sweet fragrance.

The two entered the room, and Ayari Ozawa seemed to take the initiative.

Her eyes sparkled as she slowly removed her beige cardigan, loosened the belt of her floral dress, and gently lifted the hem of her skirt…

Masahiro Hanyu suddenly turned around and left the bedroom. "Ozawa-san, I'll take a look after you're ready."

A woman undressing in front of you is more alluring than being naked.

Ayari Ozawa is sexy and charming, especially her slender waist, which is like a deadly weapon for men.

If something were to happen between the two of them, Masahiro Yuzuru would naturally go along with it, but he sensed something was amiss in what had just happened.

Ozawa's movements were gentle, but his toes were already taut and his waist was slightly twisted, indicating that he was ready to strike.

Although her eyes were expressive, the slightly upturned corners of her eyes already hinted at a fierceness.

Ozawa Ayari runs a bar in Golden Street and has seen all sorts of men. Logically, she shouldn't be taking the initiative to seduce him under these circumstances, and Yuzuru Masahiro is well aware of his own limitations.

He recalled the photographer Tanaka's warning at the bar, and his heart tightened as he guessed what Ozawa was thinking.

She was testing his true intentions. If he showed even a hint of evil in his eyes, she would probably have to use her underworld skills to deal with him.

Masahiro Hanyu came here to complete the commission and earn 10 yen, plus an information reward; he didn't want to mess it up.

So he decisively left, leaving no impression of being untrustworthy in Ayari Ozawa's mind.

Masahiro Hanyu stood outside the bedroom door for a few minutes when Ayari Ozawa's voice came from behind him.

"Hanyu-kun, that's enough."

Yuzuru Masahiro turned around and saw Aya Ozawa standing at the bedroom door, wearing only an apricot-colored seamless silk bra and lace panties.

With her prominent breasts, slender waist, and fair skin, Masahiro Yuzuru admired her in his heart; she truly had a captivating figure.

The underwear was quite transparent, revealing glimpses of her skin. After scanning the area, Masahiro Hanyu's gaze finally settled on Ayari Ozawa's waistline.

There was a red mole on her tight, slender waist. He remembered that the heroine in the seductive comics also had one on her waist, in the exact same position and angle.

Masahiro Hanyu bowed slightly and nodded solemnly, "Ozawa-san, thank you for your hard work!"

Ayari Ozawa is generous and dresses boldly. She is used to having many men paying attention to her.

But now it's different; she's wearing only underwear and showing it off to a man she doesn't know well.

She was actually panicking inside, but she could only force herself to remain calm and pretend that nothing was wrong.

Masahiro Hanyu examined her as if she were a piece of porcelain, and her body trembled slightly.

Just as he was about to lose control and his embarrassed and shy expression was about to show, he turned around.

Ozawa Ayari breathed a sigh of relief; thankfully, she hadn't shown any fear in front of the detective.

With his back to her, Yuzuru Masahiro said, "Ozawa-san, please take off your underwear and hand it to me through the door."

Ozawa Ayari hummed in agreement, "Hanyu-kun, please wait a moment!" and then closed the bedroom door.

Half a minute later, the bedroom door opened, and a fair arm stretched out, holding a bra and panties.

Yuzuru Masahiro moved closer and was startled; he smelled the delicate fragrance of gardenias…