Tokyo: Starting with taking on his wife's debts

Aside from Ayako, no one else can outclass her. She's even a bit more agile than Ayako, but that's not the right comparison; each has their own strengths.

"What's there to be ashamed of?" Xiuming said, closing the drawer. Then, standing in the bathroom doorway and leaning against the doorframe, he continued, "If it's beautiful, can't I even look?"

Oh, what a wonderful wife, so shy and charming... Luckily she arrived in time, otherwise she would have become a serial killer.

Even so... I'm not going to care about you anymore!

Umezu Midori turned her back and stomped her foot, her full buttocks trembling slightly. Then, she covered her chest with her left arm, her right hand clutching her light green panties, and bent slightly to pull them down. She had only pulled them halfway down when she suddenly stopped, her voice trembling with shame, and said, "No, turn your back..."

"Why don't you just close the door?"

As Xiuming spoke, he placed his hand on the bathroom doorknob.

"no!"

Umezu Midori's heart tightened. The reason she left the door open was to prevent Hideaki from finding anything he shouldn't have in the room. She turned around abruptly, kicking over the soap dish on the small stool, and the white soap slid to her feet.

"Ouch!"

With a low cry, the soap flew up as she stepped on it, her entire body almost lying horizontally in mid-air, her wide eyes filled with a fearful despair, her hands flailing wildly as if drowning.

Just as she was about to crash headfirst into the hard white ceramic tiles, Xiuming took a big step forward, grabbed her ankle with his right hand, pulled her sharply, and simultaneously supported her back with his left hand before squatting down.

Umezu Midori collapsed into Hideaki's arms, her face deathly pale, her wide-open eyes darting around. Clinging to Hideaki's neck, she murmured in a trembling voice, "You scared me to death... you scared me to death..."

She is still struggling to hide it.

Hideaki's patience was running out. He had already got the truth, but he held back from revealing Ezaki's betrayal.

However, given her intense reaction, if we expose her on the spot, who knows what extreme things she might do? What if she threatens suicide?

According to Ezaki, it was because of her appearance that she desperately didn't want her to know that she had a husband, fearing that she would be abandoned because of him. That's why she chose a very direct, quick, and bloody way to erase her husband.

If I hadn't shown up, she might have continued to learn from the film and meticulously planned her plan to poison her husband.

But committing a crime in a densely populated city, especially by an inexperienced woman, would be time-consuming, laborious, and extremely complicated to erase the identity of such a grown person. It would also be impossible to completely erase the identity, since it wasn't some remote, desolate wilderness...

The final result is either suicide or life imprisonment.

Because of her appearance, she bought a meat grinder, a chainsaw...

Actually, if you think about it carefully, if you can pull a wife who is about to degenerate into a murderous maniac back to the right path, that would be a good deed.

After all, such a wonderful wife is not only beautiful and has a great figure, but she is also genuine and true to herself. Even knowing her own character, she still forges ahead relentlessly.

To put it bluntly, even if it's easy for a self-righteous hypocrite to say something like, one's principles can be slightly compromised when it comes to saving two precious lives, even if it involves interfering in someone else's marriage.

If we're talking about calling the police... nothing beats taking your own methods.

Besides, she hasn't even started yet. The police can only educate her; they can't just lock her up, or it might directly provoke her.

On our side, relying on intelligence to lock onto the target, we can keep it completely under control.

Why do you have so many crime videos in your drawer?

As Xiuming spoke, he helped her sit on a small stool and half-squatted in front of her to ask.

"I bought it a long time ago...I forgot to throw it away..."

After sitting down, Umezu Midori closed her eyes and breathed heavily with her lips slightly parted, seemingly still recovering from the shock.

She seemed to instinctively cover her chest with her arms, but because of this, she attracted even more attention.

"You've watched a video so many times, you must have learned a lot of murder methods. You're not planning to murder me, are you?"

From what I've seen so far, she doesn't seem to mind Riko and the others' presence. But what about her own problem?

As someone with a "damnly charming" talent, will her dark side be stimulated and drawn to me?

Xiuming wanted to give her a heads-up, since killing someone is wrong.

"How could that be!" Umezu Midori was visibly agitated. Her eyes widened suddenly, her hand, which had been covering her chest, pounded on her knee. She continued, her neck stiff, "Even if I killed... I... I could never... you, you were so good to me..."

She seemed to realize she almost blurted it out, so she covered her chest with her arms again, lowered her head, and her eyes darted around. She then whispered, "I'm so embarrassed... Could you please go out first?"

“We need to make this clear. As a man who is bound to make mistakes, I can be tempted by certain things at times, just like you are now. But you can’t be jealous or have any selfish thoughts. After all, my wife understands me and is so tolerant. She’s even tacitly approved of you, right? You can’t do anything extreme to me, Riko, or any of my other girlfriends. You have to remember that, or you’ll lose me completely.”

Xiuming opened his eyes wide, his tone almost earnest and persuasive.

Umezu Midori paused, and instinctively wanted to retort: ​​"You have moments of fear too?"

However, her inner conflict still exists, so she not only lacks the inclination but also dares not make such jokes.

In fact, she never thought of asking for anything more. After all, she was just a newcomer. As long as Xiuming didn't abandon her, or rather, treated her well, nothing else mattered.

After holding it in for a long time, he finally whispered, "No way..."

“Then I’m relieved,” Xiuming said casually, putting his hand on her shoulder. He then changed the subject and said, “Let’s discuss how to get you to divorce your husband! After all, I still have some moral repercussions for cheating on someone.”

Xiuming was really losing patience. At this point, wearing the same clothes wasn't so out of place anymore.

Umezu Midori's body tensed abruptly. She looked up sharply, her eyes wide, and her lips trembled as she asked, "You, how did you know... no, no, aren't you angry?"

"Sigh! I was just guessing casually, but you really do have a husband," Xiuming sighed softly, then said irritably, "You're already thinking about killing him, how dare I get angry? What if he kills me too?"

Although Midori Umezu's current focus is not on why she suddenly found out that she has a husband, she still needs to prepare a thorough lie in advance to prevent her from suspecting that Ezaki betrayed her.

"No...no..." Midori Umezu lowered her head again, shaking her head and muttering to herself, "As long as they're good to me...and don't abandon me..."

"Tell me, what's your husband's name? What does he do? Why is filing for divorce not working?"

Midori Umezu's husband is Ichiro Maruyama, and he is a civil servant.

Working at the Shinjuku Tax Office, in the Corporate Tax Division, primarily responsible for tax audits and filings for various specific industries or large enterprises within the jurisdiction.

The position is Assistant Section Chief.

Within the tax bureau, he was already a key member. It takes at least five years of work experience to reach this position. Although he wasn't particularly outstanding within the tax bureau and had to be cautious and watch the section chief's mood, he held the power to conduct on-site investigations outside the bureau. He had direct access to various gray areas within companies and enough power to manipulate various business owners.

Xiuming's company happened to be within his jurisdiction and also within his control.

Umezu Midori only knew that Maruyama Ichiro had used his position to bribe the court, which caused her divorce to fail; she didn't know the specifics.

Of course, after a little thought, Hideaki realized that given the rigorous, demanding, and calculating nature of tax work, it was impossible for Umezu Midori to find anything.

“Now that we’ve laid everything out on the table,” Xiuming said, standing up. “As for the fact that you still have a husband, you don’t need to worry about me leaving you. I’ll find a way to get you a divorce. However, there’s one more thing: until you get a divorce, we can’t continue this intimate relationship. Can you accept that?”

“Divorce is impossible…” Midori Umezu’s eyes were red from crying. Suddenly, she grabbed Hideaki’s hand and said, “Why don’t we kill him together? I’ll do it. After I kill him, you just need to help me drag the body away…”

"Can't you use your brain for once?" Xiuming, unable to bear it any longer, pinched her ear and twisted it halfway, saying, "Am I abusing you right now?"

It seems that Midori Umezu hates that Mr. Ichiro to death, but that doesn't mean she can kill him. Report him, investigate him, expose him, make him lose his job, throw him in jail... After all, he's not a gangster.

"Stop twisting...stop twisting..." Midori Umezu whispered, clutching her ear. "It doesn't count, it doesn't count, I know I was wrong..."

“Don’t have such thoughts in the future,” Xiuming said irritably, letting go of her ear. “Your task now is to prevent him from touching you again, and don’t stay at home anymore. I’ll find you a place.”

Ayako's large villa is still vacant; she can go and live there.

“Okay…” Midori Umezu nodded, her eyelashes fluttering as she glanced at Hideaki, and asked softly, “Can I come to your house…?”

Xiuming's face darkened, and just as he was about to refuse, the door clicked softly.

Umezu Midori froze, her face instantly turning expressionless.

The sound of leather shoes clattering on the floor came from the doorway, along with the clicking of high heels.

Chapter 180 Put them on, put them on! Put your pants on!

There was no sound of voices outside. Then, as the door closed, the sound of two pairs of shoes stomping on the floor suddenly became chaotic.

Then came various sucking sounds, mixed with panting.

blah blah blah!

Something fell on the floor; it must be someone's shoe.

Sizzle—!

Accompanied by a woman's soft groan, there was the sound of clothes being torn.

Then, someone fell onto the sofa, followed by rustling sounds and a woman's weak, painful groans...

Inside the bathroom, while the two outside were busy, Xiuming quietly closed and locked the bathroom door.

Umezu Midori's body trembled violently, her face was as pale as a sheet of paper, her lips were bloodless, and her vacant eyes seemed unfocused.

To prevent her from collapsing, Xiuming gently held her in his arms, then took down the light green bra hanging on the wall, lifted her cold and trembling arm, and put it on her.

She was wearing a skirt and apron. The washing machine had already been put in the tub and was still filled with water, but it hadn't been started yet. Xiuming gently unplugged the power cord.

There was a white cotton bathrobe on the bathroom rack. Hideaki originally wanted to wrap it around Umezu Midori, but then thought that such a bathrobe couldn't withstand vigorous movement and would easily expose her.

In Hideaki's worldview, people basically don't care about a person's past; they only care about the present and the future.

Hideaki took off his doctor's white coat and hung it on the wall. Then he took off his shirt and pants and put them on Umezu Midori.

The pants were indeed a bit long on her legs, but the top looked quite full on her.

However, she was not in good condition. She was trembling and clinging to Xiuming's legs, and his thighs were scratched red by her fingernails.

After Xiuming took off her clothes, she was completely naked. At this point, he couldn't pull her away, so he could only let her hold on while he took off his white coat and put it on.

"Snapped!!!"

"Ah~!"

A loud slap was suddenly heard outside the tightly closed bathroom door, followed by the woman's scream of pain.

The slap seemed to contain a variety of forces, and the woman's cry of pain seemed to be mixed with a variety of emotions: surprise, confusion, and inexplicable meaning.

In the bathroom, Midori Umezu shuddered and hugged Hideaki's legs tightly again. Her entire head was covered by her white coat, and her cold face was trembling against Hideaki's legs.

Snapped! ! !

Another series of slaps followed, and the woman's cry of pain, tinged with pleading, rang out: "Section Chief Assistant..."

Snapped! !

The slapping sound turned into a sharp crack like a belt being whipped, followed by something hitting the coffee table, a clatter of teaware hitting the carpet, and then the woman's painful sobs; "Please don't do this... Section Chief Assistant..."

It seemed the woman was struggling suddenly and accidentally fell onto the coffee table... Then came a flurry of footsteps, the sound of something falling, and a series of impacts...

The woman was probably tied up, crying and pleading... Maruyama Ichiro remained silent throughout, only his heavy breathing and the continuous cracking of his belt could be heard...

In the bathroom, Midori Umezu hugged Hideaki's legs and sobbed softly.