Tokyo: Rabbit Officer and Her Evil Partner

The air in the apartment living room was filled with an ambiguous atmosphere.

It was exceptionally quiet all around, not even Taira Sakurako in the room made a sound.

The living room was left with only heavy breathing sounds and the intense heartbeat.

The lights dimmed at some point, with only a faint moonlight seeping through the window gaps.

Minamoto Tamako was lying face down on the sofa, her right hand limp and hanging down, her breathing particularly muffled.

After the twenty-minute examination earlier, Fujimura-kun confirmed that her body was okay, but she still couldn't stand up.

"Didn't you say...not to touch strange...places?"

Minamoto Tamako did not lift her head, her speech was unclear, but Fushimi Roku understood her.

"I didn't touch, you already know that." Fushimi Roku wiped his hands and said, "It's just a routine examination, your body is too sensitive."

Minamoto Tamako couldn't refute, Fushimi Roku indeed didn't do anything inappropriate, but Fushimi Roku's pressing techniques were incredibly bizarre, making the connected meridians tingle with numbness... pressing and pressing until she ended up like this.

She felt that the slightest movement might break the dam.

Before Tamako could calm down, Fushimi Roku's fingers were placed on her neck vertebrae, gently gliding down her spine.

"Ohh..."

Minamoto Tamako trembled as if electrocuted, finally lifting her head, her eyes glazed with mist, she softly pleaded, "Don't...no more..."

"No more what?" Fushimi Roku leaned slightly, turning his ear towards her, tempting softly, "Do you really not want it?"

Minamoto Tamako felt like she was listening to AMSR, the cochlea sensing Fushimi-kun's breath, her mind turned to mush: "I...I..."

"Then I'll take that as a tacit agreement."

Fushimi Roku's guilty hand became even more restless.

Minamoto Tamako couldn't fend it off, she couldn't think normally, just suppressing her body's instincts was already a struggle.

Fushimi Roku saw that success was imminent, feeling emotionally overwhelmed, he couldn't resist saying a couple of love phrases, such as 'You look great tonight', 'I really like you', 'It's so great to be your boyfriend'...

Minamoto Tamako blushed listening, while Fushimi Roku himself felt embarrassed, regretting saying such things without knowing his own intentions, likely due to the little head controlling the big head.

In any case, getting the business done was urgent.

Fushimi Roku just kicked off his socks, not yet getting to undressing, when the landline suddenly rang.

He was unwilling to give up, thinking of at least getting a kiss, considering it a big breakthrough. Unexpectedly, upon hearing the ringing, Tamako panicked, seeing Fushimi Roku leaning in for a kiss, she quickly covered her mouth, causing him to only kiss her hand back.

"Ignore it."

Fushimi Roku coaxed, "Let's continue..."

Before the words were finished, his cellphone rang too.

Fushimi Roku wished he could smash his phone, he pulled it out, answered the call, determined to see which idiot was ruining his moment.

"Moshi Moshi."

Kujo Yua's voice came through.

Fushimi Roku regained clarity, intelligence reclaiming the high ground, sitting upright, he glanced at Minamoto Tamako, his tone as calm as possible to avoid Kujo Yua sensing his insecurity, "Chief Kujo? It's so late, what's the matter?"

Of course, Kujo Yua wouldn't mention the surveillance matter, not to arouse Fushimi Roku's suspicion, she made it about work, "Recently a drug investigation department was established at Nakagawara Police Station, are you aware of this?"

"Uh..."

Fushimi Roku is known for not managing things, things he could manage, he wouldn't, because they didn't require his involvement; things he couldn't manage, he wouldn't, because he couldn't; things a superior had him manage, he still wouldn't because he didn't want to.

"Have you been slacking too much lately?" Kujo Yua chided.

Fushimi Roku didn't know what got into her, she never managed these things, why suddenly tonight she wanted to straighten out the workplace?

Moreover, being the Deputy Director of the Police Department, caring about a little Criminal Police officer's work... was Kujo Yua that free?

Fushimi Roku felt a vague suspicion but couldn't figure out why yet.

Before he could dismiss, Kujo Yua continued the reprimand, "Don't think I don't know, you are loafing at the station using Tamako's influence, disregarding your superiors, doing as you please... I called this phone just to warn you."

She emphasized, "Even if you're in a relationship with Tamako, this doesn't mean you can enjoy privileges. In the Police Department, no one enjoys privileges, do you understand?"

"..."

Fushimi Roku remained silent for a moment, glanced at Minamoto Tamako again, who hastily tidied up her clothes upon hearing the call was from Mama-chan, staggeringly returned to her room.

He sighed, realizing tonight was definitely off, reluctantly responding, "Understood."

"And then? Just saying understood?" Kujo Yua interrogated, "Do you know what kind of pressure I'm under? How many people watch me every day? Do you know what impact your actions could have on the Kujo Family's reputation?"

Fushimi Roku felt overwhelmed, he hadn't even married Minamoto Tamako yet, just dating, and this was already affecting the Kujo Family's reputation?

What, were people privately discussing like 'The Kujo family's rich young lady is dating a slacker, so lame!', 'That's right, let's all look down on the Kujo Family', 'Given this, the Kujo Family might be doomed'...

Fushimi Roku couldn't talk back to the superior, so he reluctantly said, "Uh, I'll report to work tomorrow as usual, and work seriously..."

"What else?" Kujo Yua asked.

Fushimi Roku thought what else could there be, how about being a hobby dog for your daughter, at work could he also become your dog?