Tokyo: Rabbit Officer and Her Evil Partner

Minamoto Tamako felt a bit regretful.

She sat on the sofa in the waiting room, arms crossed, anxiously shaking her leg, and glanced now and then at the wooden door of the consultation room.

Since Fushimi Roku went in, half an hour had already passed.

Minamoto Tamako knew that Fujimura-kun was just experiencing psychological consultation, and she had no reason to be jealous of the psychotherapist; but she couldn't help herself, with strange images always popping up in her mind.

For example, Fujimura-kun resting his head on Miyazaki Shizuka's plump thighs, the soft weight pressing against his side face, Miyazaki Shizuka gently stroking his hair, and her warm embrace gradually softening his heart's knots, whispering softly in his ear, 'Tell mom any troubles you have'...

Or, Fujimura-kun opening up about his worries, showing a vulnerable side, speaking and speaking until he couldn't help but cover his face with his hands and cry; Miyazaki Shizuka taking the chance to hug his shoulders, her sinister bosom pressing against his arm, gently stroking his back, saying softly, 'I understand your pain'...

Or even...

No, she couldn't continue imagining this!

Minamoto Tamako shook her head vigorously, ridding herself of those messy thoughts.

Miyazaki Shizuka's aura was just too obvious, making Tamako's mind wander to mommy-like associations... If only mommy was half as gentle as Miyazaki Shizuka, Tamako would wake up laughing from her dreams at night.

Previously, Uesugi Shion wouldn't leave the house, and Miyazaki Shizuka gently hugged her, patting her head, and even fished out a candy from her pocket to coax her into eating it, like coaxing a child, evoking a vision of a warm motherly figure from an elder relative.

So in Tamako's fantasies, Miyazaki Shizuka continued to radiate maternal brilliance.

It's said that boys really like this kind of thing, back when Minamoto Tamako was in high school, full-figured girls were very popular, with boys generally thinking that girls with a fuller figure had good temperaments, especially those oddities where everywhere was plump except the face and waist.

When she was in college, she read a thesis on the economic situation and male preferences, which said that when the economy is doing very well and people are confident about their future lives, society's mainstream aesthetic leans towards slim women, the slimmer, the more highly sought-after; when the economy is very poor and people have no hope for future life, society's mainstream aesthetic shifts toward full-figured women.

With the economic situation so poor now and people jumping off buildings in Sugamo every now and then, surely everyone prefers full-figured women!

Minamoto Tamako remembered when Fujimura-kun first met Kazama Chihime, the two were all lovey-dovey in the kitchen, and when their eyes met, it sparkled!

Besides, she privately inquired from Senior Watanabe, and Fujimura-kun once said his ideal type was a mature woman with a big bear-like figure.

Minamoto Tamako looked down; she could see her toes, knees, and thighs.

She pouted in dissatisfaction.

What if Miyazaki Shizuka's consultation techniques are too good, to the point that Fujimura-kun becomes overly dependent, making her his only psychological solace?

Minamoto Tamako inexplicably felt a sense of crisis. Of course, she wanted Fujimura-kun to live better, but she didn't want him living better because of another beautiful woman.

'A little eavesdropping shouldn't matter, right?'

Her eyes moved to the oak door, her body slightly leaned, and her ear gradually approached, vaguely hearing some noise, quickly straightening back up, somewhat guilty.

Miyazaki Shizuka had admonished that randomly eavesdropping on doctor-patient privacy could cause distress to patients.

Moreover, doctor-patient confidentiality is protected by law, leaking a patient's personal case details is illegal behavior.

As a Sugamo Criminal Police, Minamoto Tamako naturally couldn't knowingly commit a crime.

She sat on the sofa, feeling like ants were crawling on her body, itching with impatience, couldn't help but stand up, pretending to stretch, picked up a teacup to fill it with water, 'accidentally' passing by the consultation room door, 'inadvertently' overhearing the sounds inside.

"...Now, there is a door in front of you..."

...

"...Open it."

...

Minamoto Tamako passed by the doorway, took three steps and converted them into two, randomly filled a small half cup of water at the dispenser, then walked back to the waiting room, deliberately slowing her pace to sip tea when passing by the oak door.

...

"...What do you see?"

...

"Very good... continue..."

...

Minamoto Tamako sat back on the sofa, continuing to ponder what those two were doing in the room—she knew it was hypnosis, but she wanted to know what their posture was, what expressions they had, if there was any eye contact...

...

On the other side, Fushimi Roku lay on a black recliner, eyes closed, with no eye contact or physical touch with Miyazaki Shizuka.

The latter sat on an ergonomic chair beside the recliner, observing the micro-expressions of Fushimi Roku. A recorder was placed next to her, playing hypnotic music, while the air was filled with a grassy wood-like fragrance.

"After passing through the corridor, what do you see?" Miyazaki Shizuka asked softly.

Fushimi Roku mumbled, "I... I see a patch of grass, covered in wildflowers... the sky is blue... girls holding hands, dancing around me... as they dance, they sing..."

As he spoke, he suddenly began to hum, "On the blue-blue sky, the eagle flies~ I gaze at Beijing from the prairie~"

"..."

Miyazaki Shizuka was silent for a moment, listening to Fushimi Roku humming the entire song of this rustic foreign tune, then suddenly asked, "You're not asleep at all, are you?"

"..."

After singing for a while and seeing Miyazaki Shizuka keeping silent, Fushimi Roku felt a bit embarrassed, stopped, and defended, "I tried, but I just couldn't fall asleep."