Tokyo: Starting with taking on his wife's debts

There's also Funakawa Yoshiko, with that yandere-like demeanor; I always have a bad feeling that she'll lock me in a dark room.

Xiuming belongs to everyone; he cannot belong to one person alone.

Riko is wonderful.

As Hideaki spoke, he put the black shirt that he had taken off from Midori Umezu back on his own body.

Umezu Midori reached out and grabbed the light blue sheet from the white mattress, covering it to her chest and lowering her head, not daring to look at Hideaki.

“Pants, give me your pants,” Xiuming grabbed her ankle, gesturing for her to lift her buttocks.

Umezu Midori closed her eyes in embarrassment, rolled over onto the mattress, covered her flushed face with her hands, and whispered, "I need to take a shower..."

I didn't get to take a shower in Midori's bathroom before.

Xiuming took off the black pants from her legs, sat directly on the mattress, and dressed herself, saying, "If you want to take a shower, just go downstairs. There's hot water in the bathroom."

Chapter 183 The Restaurant Favored by Japanese Officials

In fact, last night, in the small courtyard bedroom of the rural hometown of the deceased Masataka Okitama in Fukushima City, Midori Umezu experienced an unprecedented and unbearable spiritual shock from Hideaki.

Although she is in a good emotional state right now, her body has not recovered.

Hideaki is now going to stake out Chifu to get his third compliment. If she continues to be affectionate with Umezu Midori, there definitely won't be enough time.

Because he was in a hurry to leave, Xiuming's words sounded somewhat perfunctory.

Although she breathed a slight sigh of relief that Hideaki didn't do what she expected, his act of pulling up his pants and leaving gave Midori the feeling that "once he got what he wanted, he didn't care about anything else."

This makes me feel so insecure...

"You'll be staying here for a while. I reckon Maruyama Ichiro is thinking about how to get revenge on me. You have to go to work tomorrow, so try to avoid going to Riko's supermarket if you can avoid it."

Hideaki pulled up his pants and walked out, saying, "I'm going to Kabukicho Ichiban-gai."

Umezu Midori's heart skipped a beat. She abruptly rolled over, facing Hideaki as he lay face down on the mattress. Grabbing Hideaki's waistband, she looked up at him and said, "Are you going to leave me here all alone?"

“This is my house,” Ayako’s house is also my house, she should be back tomorrow…

Hideaki turned around and saw Umezu Midori looking aggrieved, as if she was about to be abandoned. He said irritably, "Can't you stop acting like this clingy, pathetic thing?"

"Is this...is it my fault? It's the way you just pulled up your pants and left that made me feel so insecure,"

Umezu Midori subconsciously let go of his hand, quickly glanced at the 8:10 clock on the wall, and whispered, "It's almost nine o'clock, and you're still going out... If you were going to Riko's place, I wouldn't have any objection, but you said you're going to the red-light district... Even Mrs. Riko would probably complain a little!"

"Riko will always forgive her husband, so don't meddle in other people's business."

Hideaki was very pleased with himself. He plopped back down on the white mattress, leaned to one side, grabbed Meijin Midori's smooth waist with both hands, and lifted her upside down onto his shoulder.

Hideaki bent her legs and draped them over his shoulders, then carried her by the waist towards the door, saying, "Since you're thinking of Riko, I'll carry you to the bathroom and give you a massage while I'm at it..."

"Oh no!! I'm going to die... I'm going to die... How could you do this... Put me down..."

Because Hideaki moved too quickly, Midori Umezu couldn't grab the sheet, and because of her upside-down position, she didn't dare to struggle too much, for fear of falling headfirst to the ground.

Blood rushed to his brain, making him dizzy and lightheaded. He felt anxious and ashamed. To avoid being hit in the face by his chest, he had to cross his arms and press them against his chest, bite his lower lip tightly, and close his eyes.

Hot water is readily available in the bathroom.

Hideaki was in a hurry to get to Kabukicho Ichiban-gai, so he didn't use the bathtub. He also took off his clothes and took a shower while still holding Umezu Midori.

During this shower, Midori Umezu's feet did not touch the ground at all.

Xiuming also discovered that after acquiring combat skills, his physical abilities had noticeably improved several levels. He was stronger, had greater stamina, and his recovery ability was quite abnormal. Perhaps this was the extra extraordinary benefit brought to him by the cheat code of an extraordinary being in a world without extraordinary beings...

"How could you do such a mess... You're a madman, shameless... utterly shameless..."

Hideaki used the showerhead to rinse away the white bubbles all over Umezu Midori's body and placed her on the massage bed with silver sponge pads.

Umezu Midori looked utterly disheveled, covering her flushed face and muttering to herself.

She almost pushed the limits of Midori Umezu's shame. She had never experienced anything before, only being beaten or ignored by the cold violence.

Xiuming's bold actions came too suddenly, and he inexplicably felt the pressure of being too spoiled. If other women found out, wouldn't he be ostracized?

"Feel safe now, right?" Xiuming said, taking the lubricant from the locker, pouring it into his hand, and continuing, "Lie down, and I'll give you a full-body massage so you can feel the magic of love..."

"Again...again?" Umezu Midori instinctively curled up into a ball in defense.

She's been scrubbing her back so hard she's lost count of how many times she's fainted, and we haven't even really started yet... She'll die if we keep going like this, won't she?

"Please don't do it again..." Umezu Midori slightly opened the fingers covering her eyes, her heart skipped a beat, and she subconsciously swallowed. With a tragic sense of despair, she still couldn't help but tremble as she whispered, "With you like this, um... I... I haven't recovered from last night... Do you want me to risk my life to help you? Then call an ambulance, I don't want to die..."

It should be a happy thing, right? But if it's too intense, it will kill you, and if you die, you'll have nothing left.

“It’s a normal massage, to loosen up your muscles and bones, nothing inappropriate,” Xiuming looked down at her. “It may look scary, but it’s actually very good, right?”

Hideaki really didn't intend to do anything reckless; Midori Umezu had already reached her limit.

Moreover, it's already nine o'clock, and the intelligence gathering regarding Zhifu is already underway; I need to get there as soon as possible.

"It's all your fault for messing around earlier; I'm completely exhausted."

Umezu Midori curled up and refused to cooperate, her aggrieved tone tinged with guilt as she said, "Since you're not going to do anything inappropriate, you...you have urgent business, right? Go to the brothel! I...I won't meddle anymore."

"That's fine."

The reason I massaged her was simply to help her regain her strength and sleep... but she reacted a bit too strongly.

However, she can rest and sleep just the same way.

Xiuming immediately pulled over the shower head, rinsed off the lubricant from his hands, grabbed a white towel from the wall and haphazardly wiped his hair, then wiped the water droplets off his body, and put on his shirt.

"Um... it's not easy for you to wear pants like this..." Umezu Midori suppressed her embarrassment, propping herself up slightly with her elbows. A few glistening water droplets rolled down her full curves. She bit her lower lip and said tremblingly, "Um, I heard... you can use this too, is that right?"

She had never actually experienced it herself, but she had seen it while secretly watching some films... but it was something she was really ashamed to talk about.

"Let's save it for next time."

Xiuming glanced at his watch. If he came now, he would have to sprint non-stop... Using her as a prop, what's the difference between him and an animal?

This kind of thing requires mutual pleasure. Although it seemed like I was only pleasing Umezu Midori just now, her attitude was quite good and provided a lot of emotional value.

"Alright then, don't blame me... I, it's not that I don't want to help you, it's just that I want to live a few more years... Yes, it's that you're too, too improper, suddenly making people feel so ashamed."

As she finished speaking, Midori Umezu couldn't help but mutter a complaint under her breath.

Having just escaped that cold place and arrived in a vibrant paradise, it would be such a tragedy if one were to suddenly die without any restraint.

However, given Xiuming's condition, he was still getting dressed by himself, and he looked so pitiful that I felt really sorry for him.

"Don't flatter yourself. With so many girlfriends, do you think I'm short of helpers?" Xiuming said with a smirk, suddenly pulling up his pants. A sharp crack echoed; though not a serious injury, it hurt, and he reflexively gasped, "Ouch—"

"Are you... alright?" Midori Umezu gasped instinctively, peering at him through her eyes between her fingers, and whispered, "It looks like it's in a lot of pain... Is it broken?"

"If you're concerned about the pants, I can assure you that the zipper is broken, but everything else is absolutely fine..."

As Hideaki walked out of the bathroom, he suddenly remembered Maruyama Ichiro's question. He then turned back to the door and instructed again, "If Maruyama Ichiro finds you, don't accidentally reveal my real name. Let him continue investigating Fukai Jiro."

Umezu Midori is going to work tomorrow. Given Maruyama Ichiro's status, he might not go to see her personally, but he might arrange for someone else or make a phone call.

As for having him investigate Jiro Fukai, given his limited courage, he'd probably stop once he uncovered some rumors.

In other words, it's a way to divert attention. What if his sense of justice gets the better of him? He's a civil servant after all, so it wouldn't be bad to cause some trouble for Fukai Jiro.

They were legitimate businessmen and certainly couldn't kill a civil servant. They could ruin his career, but no one in the tax bureau was clean; they were all cutthroat. Even if they locked onto him with intelligence and got reporters and newspapers to expose him, it wouldn't be done in a short time.

As for Fukai Jiro, he must be eliminated. It'll only be a matter of a few days. Let him take the blame for something; it's no big deal.

As Midori Umezu sat up from the foam massage bed, she instinctively covered her chest with her arms and asked without thinking, "Who is Jiro Fukai?"

“He’s a yakuza outlaw… I have a grudge against him…” Hideaki gave a brief introduction, then added, “Also, you absolutely mustn’t go to Riko Supermarket these next few days. Her chain of supermarkets is about to open in full force, and if the tax authorities follow you, they might cause you trouble.”

Umezu Midori nodded subconsciously again, then suddenly realized that Hideaki seemed to have taken a lot of risks for her. She opened her mouth, wanting to say something to thank him, but didn't know what to say.

"Don't look at me like that, like you want to eat me alive," Xiuming waved his hand dismissively and headed upstairs. "If you want to thank me, transfer all your savings to my account..."

Xiuming also made a point of bringing along the doctor's white coat, mask, and pistol.

Just as I reached the gate, Ichiro Shiraishi slowly drove up in his Toyota Crown.

On the passenger seat was a pasta bento box that had only been partially eaten; the plastic seal still bore the logo of Riko's Miyamoto 100-yen supermarket.

It was only then that Hideaki remembered he hadn't eaten lunch. He should have gone to the kitchen to make a bowl of noodles while he was at the villa, and then given Umezu Midori a bath...

“Seibu Shinjuku Station,” Hideaki said, sitting down in the back seat. “Let’s go shopping in Kabukicho tonight.”

Ichiro Shiraishi glanced at the rearview mirror but didn't say anything. The car slowly started moving, and in less than five minutes, they arrived.

Hideaki got out of the car, and Ichiro Shiraishi rolled down the window, glancing sideways at Hideaki's crotch as he said, "Your zipper's broken, you know that?"

"Didn't you see me fixing the zipper in the car just now? You're just asking a question you don't know the answer to."

Xiuming couldn't get his pants fixed, and he didn't have any other pants to change into, so he could only cover them up with his doctor's white coat. He buttoned them up and wasn't worried about exposing himself at all.

Ichiro Shiraishi stopped talking, thinking to himself: Men's pants are all loose, except for mine.

"I estimate I won't get home until the early hours of the morning. If you can't wait, just leave work now!"

Hideaki gave a brief instruction and headed straight into Kabukicho.

The place is brightly lit and bustling with people, and you can't see any signs of economic downturn here. Of course, with so many people, it also looks rather untidy.

The "Dream France" building is located in a corner of Kabukicho alley.

The nightclub is located on the second basement level of this building.

According to the information shown by Zhifu, it is still in progress, which means that he is still on his way and has not yet entered the store to make a purchase. If he does make a purchase, then it will be considered complete.

However, Xiuming was quite curious about what his connection was with that guy coming to this nightclub.

Before the other party arrived, Hideaki found a public phone booth by the roadside and called Daisuke, also taking the opportunity to inquire about Haruo's situation, such as whether Keizo, who was carrying a pistol, was with him...

Daisuke answered the phone quickly; he was with Shigeo guarding Yagami Katsu.

Zhifu and Keizo were indeed together, and they were both rushing here, saying they wanted to find the foreign doctor who was off today and get her...

The reason is that when Hideaki was wearing a doctor's white coat and beating up Haruo, Haruo saw the doctor's name tag hanging on his chest.

A blonde Western woman named Sophia, a college student who came to do an internship.

Zhifu remembered the name and the beautiful ID photo. After his arms were put in casts, he searched all over the hospital.

According to him, the man who broke my arm and that foreign woman must have had an unusual relationship, otherwise why would I have lent him my white coat?

Of course, such words can only fool fools. Everyone knows that he just wants to use this as an excuse to make things difficult for that female doctor, and may even coerce her into doing something.