Tokyo: Rabbit Officer and Her Evil Partner

Minamoto Tamako had to go to work today, dressed very simply, relatively formal.

Her upper body wore a pure white Lemaire shirt, well-tailored, fitting the waistline; her lower body wore pants from Kamakura, very elastic, tightly hugging her hips and legs.

Fushimi Roku's gaze moved down, past her little hands, to see her slender waist and the triangular lines formed by her hips.

"Since you said so," he slowly lay down, resting his head on Minamoto Tamako's thighs: "I can only reluctantly agree."

It felt nice, very elastic, quite warm too.

After he laid down, Minamoto Tamako realized that this position was a bit awkward. She looked down, catching Mr. Fu Jian's gaze, and the shirt on her chest slightly obstructed her view, leaving her at a loss.

"Uh, well, you, you close your eyes first." Minamoto Tamako's face flushed: "I need to do some preparations."

"Oh, don't let any weird liquid drip on my face." Fushimi Roku closed his eyes.

Minamoto Tamako's face turned even redder: "What weird liquid, what are you talking about…"

"Like essential oil or something." Fushimi Roku said straightforwardly.

Minamoto Tamako vaguely felt she was being teased, but she also felt Mr. Fu Jian was just reminding her.

She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, trying to calm down, but unexpectedly her senses became more sensitive. She could feel the heavy weight on her thighs, and upon opening her eyes, Mr. Fu Jian's face was right there – she suddenly remembered yesterday's kiss.

She didn't have time to dwell on it then, and later got busy with the case. Now, the nostalgia caught up with her, like a delayed reaction that finally made its way to her.

Was Mr. Fu Jian trying to take advantage of pretending to be a couple to intentionally kiss her?

But if he wanted to kiss, why only the cheek?

Why didn't he kiss her lips?

Minamoto Tamako's gaze fell on Fushimi Roku's lips. She had heard that Western friends greet each other with a cheek kiss to signify close friendship… only lovers kiss on the lips.

Could it be that Mr. Fu Jian only saw her as a friend?

But this is Japan, right? Here, only couples kiss cheeks, right?

She just couldn't understand… really couldn't understand…

However, now the roles are reversed; she kept her eyes open, looking down at Mr. Fu Jian, holding the upper hand.

Minamoto Tamako felt a bit tempted, a voice inside urging her that this was a golden opportunity, an undeniable chance to pay Mr. Fu Jian back with a kiss, using excuses like 'I don't like to owe favors', 'returning yesterday's kiss', 'just practicing pretending to be a couple'… She unconsciously leaned forward only to suddenly realize, snapping back to her senses.

—She didn't dare to kiss.

Forget about kissing lips, she didn't even dare to kiss the cheek.

Partially because of shyness, partially due to fear, she didn't even know what she was afraid of, but she just felt scared.

Recalling Mr. Fu Jian's kiss, Minamoto Tamako couldn't help but wonder what he was thinking when he went for it. Was it just to get through it? Wasn't he nervous? Didn't his heart race? Or like her, did Mr. Fu Jian also not dare to kiss on the lips…

The more she thought, the more chaotic her mind got. She couldn't even think of massaging anymore, or look Mr. Fu Jian squarely.

"You, you turn around." Minamoto Tamako said quietly.

"Why?" Fushimi Roku found it baffling.

"Go, go massage the back of the head first." Minamoto Tamako lied.

"Alright then."

Fushimi Roku turned over, lying on the sofa, burying his face between her thighs. Through the fabric of the suit pants, he could feel the warm sensation firsthand.

Minamoto Tamako shivered, feeling Mr. Fu Jian's breath, the sensation was odd, her thighs tightened involuntarily: "No, not like this! Lie on your side!"

"Are you sure?" Fushimi Roku didn't quite want to turn his face.

Minamoto Tamako shuddered, squeezing her legs tighter: "Sure, sure! No more talking!"

Fushimi Roku sighed, thinking why massaging was so troublesome, feeling like a sandwich patty flipping around, needing direct heat to the pan.

"Alright then."

He turned over again, lying sideways on Minamoto Tamako's thigh, facing her abdomen, his nose brushing against the shirt and the edge of the pants, catching a delicate fragrance.

Minamoto Tamako's legs went weak, her eyes wet and shiny, her mouth drawing tight into a U shape.

She could feel her abdomen growing warm, Mr. Fu Jian's breath enveloping the area below her navel, a warmth oozing upwards along her spine, making her back tingle, her body trembling. Notefromtheeditor:AlwayscheckMV2LEMPYRforcorrections.

"No, not like this…"

Minamoto Tamako's voice changed, very soft and gentle, nearly a pleading whisper, like a purring cat.

Fushimi Roku sensed something amiss, suspecting Minamoto Tamako was using his head as a prop, feigning massaging to do something strange… Unexpectedly, Minamoto Tamako, who appeared naïve and innocent, privately harbored such bizarre thoughts, pure yet repressed little daisy, might be brimming with peculiar ideas!

He suddenly sat up and asked: "How exactly do you want it?"

Minamoto Tamako's face turned red as a monkey's rump, her eyes darting around, she fiddled with her small hands saying: "Just, just face out… to the other side."

"Are you sure this time? No need to flip anymore?" Fushimi Roku asked seriously.

Minamoto Tamako was momentarily lost for words. By rights, he should be lying on his back. She was too embarrassed to ask Mr. Fu Jian to turn over again, so she stammered awkwardly, "Not, not sure… just lie on your back."

"So is it on the back or on the side?" Fushimi Roku squinted.

"On the back. It has to be on the back!" Tamako affirmed.

Fushimi opened his eyes, cautiously lay down, Tamako couldn't bring herself to look at him, she simply pulled over a piece of white cloth and covered Fushimi's face.

"What's this for?" Fushimi's muffled voice came from under the white cloth.

"Uh, it's, it's part of the necessary procedure… to prevent essential oil from dripping into your eyes or something…"

Tamako made up an excuse off the top of her head, trying hard to calm down, she clasped her hands together and closed her eyes, repeatedly taking deep breaths, telling herself it's no big deal.

Just face-kissing, right? When she was a child, Mama Jam kissed her little cheeks too, what's the fuss about?

Besides, there's nothing shy about giving a massage, Mr. Fu Jian should be the one feeling awkward, don't forget the real purpose of giving Mr. Fu Jian a massage…

Stay calm…

Stay calm…

At this moment, there was the sound of a door opening from the living room. Moriyama Yasurou and Taira Sakurako had just completed enrollment procedures, the latter bringing Sakurako to the entrance. As Sakurako passed through the hallway and turned the corner, she saw Tamako with clasped hands and a solemn expression, with a man lying on her lap covered with a white cloth.

Sakurako paused in surprise for a second, instinctively asking, "Who died?"

Tamako was startled, stammering unable to reply. She had finally managed to ease her nerves, didn't expect Sakurako to suddenly return, being watched by someone made her feel even more uneasy.

"Go back to your room and do your homework!" Fushimi blew at the white cloth, his tone was not good.

"I don't have class until tomorrow, where's the homework coming from…"

"Can't you preview tomorrow's lessons?" Fushimi interrupted: "Kids enter second grade at seven years old, and you're only in first grade, you've already fallen behind at the starting line!"

Sakurako felt a bit suffocated, thinking this guy definitely had a weird educational experience growing up. She didn't want to argue with Fushimi any further, simply going back to her room for her own entertainment.

Seeing Sakurako close the room door, Tamako finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Can we start now?" Fushimi urged: "I'm feeling a bit sleepy."

"Just, just a moment… why rush?"

Tamako coughed lightly, repeatedly hypnotizing herself in her mind: 'I'm ready! I'm ready!'

She took a deep breath, picked up a spray bottle, sprayed a bit of alcohol on her small hands, rubbing them together vigorously to warm them up, then slowly reached underneath the white cloth, placing her palms on Fushimi's cheeks, gently massaging his temples.

Fushimi felt a bit stuffy, the white cloth covering his face was hindering his breathing, his nose filled with the scent of alcohol.

Fortunately, Tamako's little hands were very soft, and her massaging movements were gentle as well. Her fingers and palms were warm, with each pressure on the acupoints, he felt his scalp relax completely.

"Is the strength okay?" Tamako asked in a small voice.

She worried that her technique wasn't good enough to achieve the desired effect.

Fushimi was very satisfied, but he didn't want Tamako to become complacent, fearing she'd get sloppy: "Barely adequate."

Upon hearing this, Tamako applied a bit more pressure: "How about now?"

"Too strong." Fushimi frowned.

Tamako quickly lightened her touch: "How about now?"

"Too light." Fushimi said.

Tamako used her original strength to massage, Fushimi finally said contentedly, "Hmm, this strength… barely adequate."

What do you mean by barely adequate?

Tamako was very dissatisfied, Mr. Fu Jian's reaction was completely different from what she'd imagined. She had stayed up all night studying massage techniques, rigorously working on Mr. Fu Jian's head acupoints, he should be experiencing a cranial climax and wriggling like a worm!

To this end, she unleashed all her skills, gently stroking, squeezing, pressing, releasing, deploying all eighteen martial arts.

After finishing one set of massage procedures, she was exhausted, feeling none of the romantic mood, she only wanted to urgently get a definite response: "How is it?"

"Barely adequate."

Fushimi stretched lazily, his head clear, feeling just like getting a head pat from Nangu Monya, particularly relaxed.

Tamako appeared dejected, wondering why it was still barely adequate… could it be her practice wasn't enough? Or maybe there's a difference in the constitution between boys and girls?

Seeing Tamako's expression, Fushimi realized he'd been too harsh. If Tamako didn't receive positive feedback, she might give up her good habit of giving massages.

He took out his wallet, flipped out a Redemption Voucher, with a manner of rewarding a technician in a club, handed the voucher to Minamoto Tamako: "In view of your great effort, I'll reward you with a Redemption Voucher."

Tamako's eyes lit up, accepting the voucher with both hands, beaming from ear to ear.

Fushimi thought that this girl was easily appeased, but then saw Tamako sprint back to her room, taking out a piggy bank, pouring out all the redemption vouchers and Rabbit Coins inside, counting them one by one in front of Fushimi, and finally laughingly announcing:

"Finally… I've finally collected the Red Redemption Coupon!!"