The story begins with an eight-foot-tall lady surrounded by ghost story ladies.

In that scene, the curtains of the office, which had less than twenty folds of floor space, were tightly drawn.

Fan Yujun leaned back on the sofa, his pajamas collar open.

Meanwhile, Rin Jinguji, the yakuza heiress, straddled Bonyu-kun, her kimono still impeccably tailored, her sash cinched perfectly.

It was as if he was simply sitting down on a cushion called "Natsume Bonyu".

She leaned down, raised her hand, and slowly lifted Fan Yujun's chin, forcing him to tilt his face up slightly.

The force was irresistible, as if examining a piece of one's own collection.

In that instant, Fan Yujun's hand instinctively tightened around her waist, sinking into the only soft fabric above her belt.

The image freezes in this frame.

Then, Matsushita Ayano tore it apart in her heart.

Do not!

impossible!

Fan Yujun is definitely not that kind of person!

Matsushita Ayano has verified few things in her life, but there is one thing she has verified countless times.

Fan Yujun's self-control is unmatched by any other man.

This is the conclusion she reached after three years of repeated verification.

Three years, countless "unintentional" low necklines, countless "accidental" physical contacts...

Countless times I've stood at his door with breakfast in my hands, dressed even more lightly, casually, and almost imperceptibly than I am today.

Or like yesterday afternoon, when she accidentally fell onto Fan Yujun's lap.

The neckline of that summer loungewear opened so wide due to gravity that she later felt her face burning when she thought about it.

Her body was pressed completely against Fan Yujun's chest, so close that she could count the number of his eyelashes.

And what was Fan Yujun's reaction?

It wasn't about taking the opportunity to put your arm around her waist, nor was it about touching her skin even an inch more while supporting her.

It means retreating until your back hits the wall and there's nowhere left to retreat.

Then, within three seconds, he transformed from a vigorous, normal man into a meditating stone Buddha.

three seconds.

That's not the speed at which a man is driven by desire.

That's the speed at which a man pins his desire to the ground.

Ayano Matsushita has seen far too many men in her life.

She knew all too well what men thought they were hiding, but which was actually quite obvious.

But Fan Yujun was unlike any other man she had ever met.

His gaze would also fall on her, on the dazzling white skin beneath her loose neckline, and on the waistline of her pajamas.

But when he looked at her, his eyes didn't have that filthy look that made her instinctively nauseous, which was typical of men.

His gaze was clear, carrying a sense of calm as if he were appreciating something beautiful.

It's like someone who understands art looking at a painting. They acknowledge its beauty, but that's appreciation, not coveting.

That composure only made her blush more, because she found that the areas where his gaze swept over her would feel hot on their own.

He wasn't guilty, but she was.

He didn't have any thoughts, but she did.

Of all the men in this world, none of them, if Matsushita Ayano were willing, could make her feel guilty.

Only Fan Yujun.

Faced with a mature woman like her who willingly fell into his arms, Fan Yujun could remain in a trance within three seconds.

Faced with a prickly, yakuza heiress in her early twenties, would Fan Yujun do such a thing in the early morning?

Do not!

impossible!

It's impossible!

Matsushita Ayano repeated the word "no" three times in her mind, each time more certain than the last.

So what is this young lady from the Jinguji family here for?

Her gaze refocused on Jinguji Rin.

The light blue color is for formal occasions.

Moreover, the obi (belt) was cinched extremely tightly, and it was positioned an inch higher than when wearing a regular kimono.

An inch higher means it's harder to untie, and it means the woman wearing it has no intention of taking it off in front of anyone.

Dressed so formally, it's clear they're not here for a secret rendezvous.

after all...

What woman would wear clothes that take twenty minutes to undo and another twenty minutes to put back on to meet a man?

Unless she intends to skip the foreplay and go straight to the point.

Judging from her imposing aura, this young lady from the Jinguji family was clearly not that kind of woman.

This is clearly a formal visit.

Matsushita Ayano nodded to herself.

They assumed that Jinguji Rin was there to discuss the unfinished business from yesterday.

Or perhaps the Jinguji family has a new need for exorcism and wants to ask Fanyu-kun for help.

As for why so early?

In the world of yakuza, time never plays by the rules.

As for the red mark on the tip of Jinguji Rin's ear.

She must have been captivated by Fan Yujun's charm as well.

When this explanation popped into Ayano Matsushita's mind, she didn't find anything wrong with it.

Not even for a second did I think there was anything wrong with the explanation itself.

Because she felt it was perfectly normal.

It's as normal as the sun rising in the east or winter being colder than summer; it's an established law of this world.

Although Fanyu-kun and this Ms. Jinguji only met for the first time yesterday afternoon.

But at that time, Fan Yujun simply snapped his fingers.

He effortlessly resolved a problem that even the Jinguji family, one of the three major forces in Tokyo's underworld, couldn't handle.

It carried a relaxed attitude of "everything is under control" from beginning to end.

That kind of carefree attitude might seem a bit annoying to outsiders.

But from a woman's perspective, especially from a woman who has experienced that kind of laxity up close...

It is an attraction more lethal than any deliberate display.

He doesn't care whether you're attracted to him or not.

It is this indifference that makes you care about him more than ever.

When Matsushita Ayano fell into his lap yesterday afternoon, she felt that attraction up close.

So close that a thought flashed through her mind in that instant:

If Fan Yujun's hand were just an inch higher and rested on her waist, would she really push him away?

The answer is not only no, she will seize the opportunity and take the man who makes her heart itch so badly!

There will be absolutely no hesitation, not even for a second!

Therefore, it's perfectly normal that Rin Jinguji, the heiress of a yakuza family, would be captivated by Fanyu's charm.

Matsushita Ayano thought to herself.

It must be that yesterday at the mansion, Fan Yu-jun did something that captivated everyone's heart.

He casually suppressed some formidable evil spirit, or uttered some earth-shattering words in a tone so calm it was almost perfunctory.

This young lady, who grew up in the yakuza world and was used to life and death, had probably never seen a man like this before.

So, he came to visit early in the morning, ostensibly to express his gratitude, but in reality, he just wanted to see Fan Yu more often.

Correct.

It must be like this.

Matsushita Ayano completed the entire reasoning in her mind, from the occurrence of the case to its conclusion, in one go, with the logical chain linked to each other and the evidence chain complete and flawless.

Even she herself couldn't help but admire herself.

She mentally stamped the approval with satisfaction, stuffing the last bit of doubt into the "rejected" file folder.

Since it's only one-sided that I'm captivated by Fan Yu's charm, that makes things easier.

Matsushita Ayano raised her eyes again and looked at Jinguji Rin.

Their eyes met again in the morning light.