In the anime, Ai Li's father really doesn't want to be a yellow-haired man

'That's right, as long as we're not discovered...' Mai convinced herself in her heart and allowed Kozo to push her into the abyss of desire.

The sunlight from the cafe gently shone on the table. Sakuta's eyes occasionally glanced towards the restroom. "Mai has been in there for a long time..."

Finally, Mai emerged from the bathroom, her cheeks slightly flushed and a hint of barely perceptible panic in her eyes. She quickly walked over to sit across from Sakuta, her fingers gently adjusting the hem of her skirt, trying to conceal her inner turmoil.

"What took you so long?" Sakuta asked with concern.

A strong sense of guilt welled up in Mai's heart, and she forced a smile: "Ah, I just touched up my makeup, so it took me a while."

Sakuta nodded without asking any more questions. He just gently stirred the coffee in his cup, his eyes still gentle. "You seem very busy lately. Do you have a lot of work?"

Mai nodded, "Yeah, I've been a bit busy lately."

"Then you should make sure to rest and don't get too tired." Sakuta didn't say much.

Mai's heart was filled with indescribable emotions...

She knew that she was betraying Sakuta, but the excitement and pleasure made her unable to extricate herself.

"Sakuta..." Mai couldn't seem to find another topic to talk about. "How are you?"

Sakuta still had that familiar smile on his face, "I'm fine, I was just a little worried about you."

Hearing this, Mai felt even more guilty.

but......

The stronger the guilt, the happier her subconscious mind felt.

Chapter 124: 125 Sakurajima Mai Chapter·End: Mrs. Sakurajima, you don’t want anything to happen to your daughter, do you?

In the apartment at night, Mrs. Sakurajima had just finished taking a shower, her wet, soft long hair casually draped over her shoulders, showing the temptation of a divorced wife.

She sat in front of her computer, a steaming cup of coffee in hand, staring at the screen with a frown. The text on the document blurred before her eyes, her mind already elsewhere.

"Why is Mai so stubborn?" Mrs. Sakurajima murmured to herself.

In her eyes, a man as good as Kozo is simply a good match that is hard to find even with a lantern, but Mai is obsessed with Sakuta. If she had met a man like him at the time, she wouldn't have been so...

Mrs. Sakurajima sighed, took a sip of her coffee, and the bitter taste spread across her tongue. The image of Takashi San emerged in her mind... his eyes, always filled with a gentle smile, the mature charm that emanated from his every move, and his reassuring, calm demeanor... How could Mai miss such a man?

"If it were me..." Mrs. Sakurajima's fingers gently stroked the rim of her coffee cup, her eyes gradually becoming hazy. She suddenly realized that she seemed to have developed an inexplicable affection for Kozo. That feeling was like a seed, quietly taking root and sprouting in her heart.

Her eyes fell on the phone screen on the table, and her heartbeat suddenly accelerated. A bold idea flashed through her mind... Since Mai was unwilling, why not do it herself?

Mrs. Sakurajima's fingers trembled slightly as they slid lightly across the phone screen. Countless thoughts flashed through her mind. 'As for age...' Finally, she bit her lower lip and made up her mind.

She typed the message quickly...

The moment she clicked send, her heartbeat almost burst through her chest.

Mrs. Sakurajima took a deep breath, trying to calm her inner turmoil, but she couldn't suppress the inexplicable anticipation and excitement.

'No, this is all for Mai's happiness...' Mrs. Sakurajima convinced herself with this reasoning in her mind.

The Metropolitan Police Department building, bathed in the evening light, seemed particularly solemn. Mrs. Sakurajima sat in the driver's seat, her fingers tapping gently on the steering wheel, her eyes occasionally glancing at the rearview mirror. Her lips were painted with a light rose-colored lipstick, and a new perfume was sprayed behind her ears, filling the car with the scent of jasmine and amber.

In the rearview mirror, Xiaosan's figure appeared at the door of the building.

He was wearing a black police uniform, his tie was slightly loose, and his face looked a little tired.

"Here it comes." Mrs. Sakurajima's heartbeat suddenly quickened, and she quickly adjusted the angle of the rearview mirror to ensure her makeup was flawless.

Takashi San opened the car door and climbed into the passenger seat. The faint scent of cedar drifted into the car. He tilted his head slightly, his gaze lingering on Mrs. Sakurajima for a moment. "Mrs. Sakurajima, why did you come to pick me up in person today?" His voice was still as gentle as ever.

"What? Can't I come? Or are you afraid that your girlfriend, Yukinoshita, will see you and get jealous?" Mrs. Sakurajima smiled gently, her voice softer than usual, with a subtle charm.

Takashi San raised his brows slightly, his gaze lingering on her delicate makeup... Mrs. Sakurajima seemed a little different today than before. Her perfume was stronger, her eyeliner was more delicate, and even her tone of voice was mixed with deliberate gentleness.

"Is this an illusion..." Takashi felt something was wrong.

As the car slowly pulled into traffic, Mrs. Sakurajima glanced at Kozo from time to time. "You've been busy with work lately, haven't you? You look a little tired."

Xiao San's mouth curled up slightly, pretending to be relaxed. "It's okay, it's just... there are a lot of cases lately."

Mrs. Sakurajima's fingers gently stroked the steering wheel, her voice tentative: "Then take care of yourself and don't get too tired." Her gaze lingered on Takashi's face for a moment, and a barely perceptible expectation flashed in her eyes.

A complex emotion welled up in Takashi's heart. His gaze lingered on Mrs. Sakurajima's profile for a moment, a hint of inquiry flashing in his eyes. Mrs. Sakurajima seemed to be particularly concerned about him today, and even her tone was deliberately gentle.

"Thank you for your concern." Xiaosan's voice was still gentle, but there was a hint of alienation in his tone.

A sense of loss welled up in Mrs. Sakurajima, but she didn't show it. Her fingers tapped the steering wheel lightly, her eyes occasionally glancing at Kozo, a complex mix of emotions filling her heart.

"As long as it's for Mai's happiness..." Mrs. Sakurajima told herself silently in her heart, with a hint of determination in her eyes.

However, she didn't know what consequences this decision would bring.

The restaurant's lighting is soft and the table is filled with exquisite dishes.

Mrs. Sakurajima held her chin, tilted her head, and looked at Kozo intently... Every movement he made seemed so elegant, even the sound of the knife and fork clinking while eating seemed to have a certain rhythm.

"Yukinoshita-kun, what do you think of Mai?" Mrs. Sakurajima suddenly spoke tentatively.

Takashi San put down his knife and fork, raised his head slightly, and replied calmly with a gentle look in his eyes, "Ms. Mai is an excellent girl, smart, independent... and very opinionated. It is obvious that you, Madam, have raised her well."

Mrs. Sakurajima raised the corner of her mouth slightly, her eyes still fixed on Takashi's face: "So...what do you think of me?"

Takashi San paused slightly, the knife and fork making a soft clinking sound on the plate. He also noticed... Mrs. Sakurajima seemed particularly strange today.

"Madam..." Takashi San's voice remained gentle, "You are an exceptional woman, both as a mother and as a working woman. You are admirable."

Mrs. Sakurajima's heart was in turmoil, and her eyes gradually blurred. She gently stroked her cheek with her fingers. "Is it just admiration?"

As the night deepened, the restaurant lights cast intertwined shadows between the two of them. Mrs. Sakurajima gently swirled her red wine glass, her cheeks flushed slightly, and her eyes were a little hazy. She leaned slightly, her fingers resting on Takashi's arm, unable to handle the alcohol.

"Takashi..." Mrs. Sakurajima's voice was trembling. "I seem a little drunk. Could you please take me home?"

When a woman says this, she is probably in love.

Takashi nodded, "Of course, I'll take you back."

Mrs. Sakurajima leaned her body slightly, deliberately pressing herself closer to Takashige.

Kozo helped Mrs. Sakurajima into the car. Her body pressed tightly against his, and her breath carried a faint aroma of alcohol. Kozo seemed to know everything, but he didn't say much. He just gently placed Mrs. Sakurajima in the passenger seat and started the car.

As the car slowly drove into the night, Mrs. Sakurajima glanced at Kozo from time to time, her eyes tinged with charm. "Yukinoshita-kun, today... is truly a pleasant day."

The car stopped in front of Mrs. Sakurajima's house. Kozo got out and gently helped her into the room.

"Yukinoshita-kun..." Mrs. Sakurajima's voice was soft, "Can you carry me away? I'm a little tired."

Kozo picked up Mrs. Sakurajima and walked towards the bedroom.

After that, Mrs. Sakurajima wrapped her legs around Takashi's waist, preventing him from leaving. Her fingers caressed his cheek, "Can you...stay tonight?"

"Madam, you are drunk." Xiao San declined politely.

Mrs. Sakurajima's arms were tightly around his neck, her breath smelling of wine, her eyes hazy. "Takashi, don't go... don't leave me."

"Madam, you are drunk and need to rest." said Xiaosan.

"Yukinoshita-kun..." Mrs. Sakurajima began her self-torture plan, "I've been so tired these years..." Her tears couldn't stop flowing, and she collapsed: "She was abandoned by her ex-husband, and I raised Mai alone. I finally helped her achieve success in the entertainment industry, but...but the entertainment industry is full of fierce enemies, and I can't support it at all..."

Xiao San comforted her, "Madam, you have done very well."

"Takashiro..." Mrs. Sakurajima's voice was soft and trembling, "I know you dislike my age, but... I can be your lover. As long as you become my support, I will serve you well..." As soon as she finished speaking, her lips gently touched Takashiro's lips.

Takashi's breathing became faster and faster, and his fingers gently stroked Mrs. Sakurajima's back, bringing waves of warmth. Mrs. Sakurajima's kiss was passionate, and her fingers tightly grasped Takashi's collar, as if she was afraid that he would suddenly leave.

Their bodies were pressed tightly together, their breaths intertwined, and their heartbeats resonated.

As the night deepened, the atmosphere in the room gradually heated up. Mrs. Sakurajima's body trembled slightly.

The morning after the fierce battle...

Sunlight streamed into the room through the gaps in the curtains. Mrs. Sakurajima caressed Kozo's face lovingly, her eyes filled with satisfaction and happiness. "You're truly a young man."

Xiao San smiled and said, "Madam, you are also great."

Mrs. Sakurajima made many requests, asking Kozo to protect Mai, and Kozo agreed. Thus, Mrs. Sakurajima became Kozo's lover. The two of them had been secretly meeting Zuo Ai, and their relationship became closer.

Until one day...

Mrs. Sakurajima blurted out her relationship with Kozo while having dinner with Mai.

The afternoon sun shone through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the restaurant onto the table, where Mai and Mrs. Sakurajima sat opposite each other.

Mai's mind was clearly not on the food. She would glance at her mother from time to time, feeling that she was a little different today.

"Mai, is your work going well recently?" Mrs. Sakurajima gently stirred the black tea in the cup and looked at her daughter tenderly.

Mai nodded, a hint of reluctance in her voice: "Yeah, it's okay."

Mrs. Sakurajima tapped her fingers on the table lightly, glancing out the window from time to time, as if recalling something beautiful.

"Mai, actually..." Mrs. Sakurajima suddenly spoke, with a hint of hesitation in her voice, "There is something I want to tell you."

Mai asked back, "What's the matter?"

Mrs. Sakurajima said, "Takashige and I...we're already together."

Mai's movements suddenly stopped, and the fork in her hand dropped onto the plate with a crisp clatter. Her pupils suddenly contracted, and her eyes were filled with shock and disbelief. "What? You and Xiao San... are together?"

Mrs. Sakurajima's mouth corners slightly raised, and a glint of success flashed in her eyes: "Yes, Yukinoshita-kun is a very good man. He will protect us mother and daughter."

The crisp sound of shattering glass cut through the air. Mai's hand was still suspended in mid-air, and water droplets dripped down Mrs. Sakurajima's carefully groomed hair and onto her clothes.

Mai's nails dug deep into her palms. "Last month...last month you were teaching me how to capture Xiao San's heart. Turns out you were just paving the way for yourself?"

The atmosphere in the restaurant froze instantly, as if even the air had grown heavy. Mai's fingers clenched the tablecloth tightly, her knuckles turning white, and tears glistened in her eyes. "Do you know what you're saying? Kozo...he and I..."

Mrs. Sakurajima's expression froze instantly, and the teacup in her hand almost slipped. The corners of her mouth trembled slightly, and her eyes were filled with shock and disbelief: "Mai, you...you and Kozo..."

Mai couldn't stop crying as she told him about the relationship between herself and Kouzo.

"Mai, calm down..." Mrs. Sakurajima's voice trembled, "Let's talk..."

There was a flash of anger in Mai's eyes. Her fingers clenched the tablecloth tightly, and her voice was filled with a hint of collapse: "Calm down? How can you ask me to calm down?"

"Mai, things are not what you think..." Mrs. Sakurajima said: "I just... I just want to protect you."

"Enough, I don't want to hear any more of this." Mai's emotions had completely collapsed, and coupled with the stress brought on by recent work fatigue, she was hyperventilating.

Mrs. Sakurajima's fingers trembled as she touched Mai's pale cheek. "Mai, take a deep breath..." She hurriedly unbuttoned her daughter's collar.

Mai's pupils began to dilate.

"Ambulance..." Mrs. Sakurajima reached for the phone on the table tremblingly.

Mai's body suddenly twitched. Mrs. Sakurajima hurriedly hugged her daughter, only to hear a faint "Mom." The sound was like a fine needle, piercing her carefully maintained elegant and respectable appearance. She remembered Mai's first audition, when she had trembled in her arms just like that. Back then, she could still comfort herself by saying, "This is for your own good."

"I'm sorry..." Mrs. Sakurajima's tears finally fell, hitting Mai's tightly closed eyelids. She then realized that her daughter already had fine lines at the corners of her eyes, and that the fake smiles she had taught her were already ingrained in her bones.

Chapter 125:126 After learning the truth, Mai-senpai became completely yandere

In the ward, the sunlight cast a cold white halo on Mai's pale face. Her eyes were staring blankly at the ceiling, as if there was something there worth staring at.

Mrs. Sakurajima sat on the edge of the bed, using the fruit knife in her hand to draw perfect spirals on the surface of the apple.

"Have some fruit." Mrs. Sakurajima cut the peeled apple into small pieces and inserted toothpicks into them. Mai opened her mouth mechanically, but the fruit pieces slipped from the corners of her mouth.

The door was gently pushed open, and Sakuta was standing at the door holding a bouquet of flowers.

Mrs. Sakurajima frowned, but seeing her daughter's still blank expression, she finally just sighed: "Don't stay too long."

When she stood up, her high heels made a crisp sound on the floor, like a silent warning.

The only sound in the ward was the ticking of instruments.

Sakuta placed the bouquet on the bedside table. The fragrance of the flowers, mixed with the smell of disinfectant, filled the air. He pulled up a chair and sat down.

"I'm sorry..." Mai suddenly said.

Sakuta raised his head, looked into Mai's hollow eyes, and a bitter smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "I should be the one to say sorry."

Mai's eyelashes fluttered, and her eyes finally focused. She turned her head and looked at Sakuta's familiar yet unfamiliar face: "Why..."

Sakuta dug his fingers into his palms, his nails leaving crescent-shaped marks on his skin. "Because I..." Sakuta's voice choked. "I've been lying to you."

"I became a woman for my sister..."

"My relationship with Kozo..."

"It was his order to associate with you..."

"It was Kozo who saved you..."

A bitter smile played across Mai's lips. It turned out she'd been living a lie carefully woven by someone else. She recalled those sweet dates, those gentle embraces, those affectionate glances...it was all a play directed by Kozo. She was just his toy, manipulated at his will.