Tokyo: From Lawless Madpolice to Minister
Chapter 135 - 131: Prosecutor Suzuki Junko, Lends a Hand

Chapter 135: Chapter 131: Prosecutor Suzuki Junko, Lends a Hand

Near the Tokyo District Court, a certain coffee shop.

A woman in her twenties, with a full figure, a slightly round face, short hair, dressed in a white suit, flesh-colored stockings, and white high heels, pushed the door open and entered.

In an instant, she attracted the gaze of everyone present.

After all, it wasn’t easy to find a woman with a childlike face but a full figure. However, as their gazes gathered on the prosecutor’s badge on her chest, some men who were itching to make a move instantly abandoned the thought.

This type of jail-bait beauty was beyond their good fortune.

"Junko, over here!" In a corner seat by the window, Asano Hirofumi stood up and waved to call her over.

"Brother Hongwen!" Suzuki Junko looked in the direction of the voice and revealed a bright and splendid smile, hurriedly jogging over, her ample bust undulating incessantly.

The customers in the coffee shop couldn’t take their eyes off her.

They were all hoping that the next second a button would give way.

Asano Hirofumi wiped sweat from his forehead, feeling quite embarrassed, and sat back down, saying, "Junko, as a lady, you need to be composed and graceful!"

"But I was just too happy to see you and couldn’t wait," pouted Suzuki Junko, looking like a scolded elementary school student, full of reluctance on her face.

"All right, all right, my fault," Asano Hirofumi raised his hands in surrender, "Don’t stand there, sit down quick."

"Hehe." Suzuki Junko instantly shifted from cloudy to sunny, grinning as she took a seat, propping her chin in her hands and looking at Asano Hirofumi, "Brother Hongwen, how’s everything going since you transferred to the Police Headquarters? Are all your colleagues nice?"

"Get her the same as mine," Asano Hirofumi said to the waiter, then answered Suzuki Junko’s question, "Don’t get me started. The superiors at the Police Headquarters are just the same as my superiors at the police department, a nest of rats, so disappointing."

Because Aoyama Xiu Xin and Asai Ayumi had cracked several big cases together, he had thought that the other party was a capable and just police officer, but through the murder case of Ayase Mihiko, he had come to see the bureaucratic nature of those involved.

And he found this type of person even more detestable for, despite having the capability to benefit the people by walking the straight path, they chose crooked ways for personal selfish interests.

"Ah! You don’t mean Aoyama Xiu Xin, too?" Suzuki Junko was somewhat incredulous.

Seeing Asano Hirofumi nod, she immediately became indignant, saying, "And I actually admired him."

"Let’s not talk about this. I came to you for help this time," sighed Asano Hirofumi.

Suzuki Junko nodded, "Mhm, go on."

"There’s a case..." Asano Hirofumi briefed her on the murder case of Ayase Mihiko and then conveyed his predicament, "Aoyama Xiu Xin, to keep me from investigating the Kimura family, has dumped a pile of cases on me to keep me bogged down. So I was hoping you could help me investigate Kimura."

"Since their attention is all on me, they wouldn’t expect a prosecutor to secretly get involved in the search. Junko, you must help me."

"Ooh~" Suzuki Junko slightly tilted her head back, her finger tapping on her soft lips, with a hint of a smile in her eyes, she said, "I can help you, but how will you thank me, Brother Hongwen? I won’t help for nothing."

"Then you tell me, what do you want? I’ll agree to anything," said Asano Hirofumi without any courtesy.

Suzuki Junko’s spirits lifted; she took out two movie tickets from her bag, "I just got these two movie tickets from a friend. You go with me to see it."

Although Asano Hirofumi was reluctant to do such a time-wasting thing, since he had agreed, he would not go back on his word, and nodded, "No problem."

Worst comes to worst, he thought, he’d sleep through the movie and use it as a break.

"Hehe, it’s been a long time since I last saw a movie with Brother Hongwen. Just thinking about it makes me happy," Suzuki Junko’s eyes curved into crescents with joy.

Asano Hirofumi shook his head, helpless, "You’re still like a child, getting so happy over such a small thing."

"Hmph~" Suzuki Junko stuck her tongue out.

Brother Hongwen is really a big dummy, still a child at heart, totally oblivious to Junko’s enduring affection for him.

"Miss, your coffee," the waiter said as he brought over a cup of coffee and placed it in front of Suzuki Junko.

"Thank you," Suzuki Junko expressed her gratitude, eagerly taking a sip and smiling, "This is why it’s Brother Hongwen’s favorite flavor. It’s delicious."

"Take your time with it. I’ll get back to work," said Asano Hirofumi, dropping some cash on the table before getting up to leave, turning back to remind her, "Please take my request seriously."

Aoyama Xiu Xin thought that tossing a few cases at me would trouble me, but I’ll crack the cases just to show him!

"Brother Hongwen..."

She watched as Asano Hirofumi hurried away.

Suzuki Junko had to swallow all the words she had left to say, frustration stirring in her as she stirred her coffee. But thinking of the movie she’d watch with Brother Hongwen made her smile again.

"I’m really... looking forward to it."

...

After work, Aoyama Xiu Xin headed to the flower shop.

He had wanted to pick up his sister-in-law from work while he was there, but unexpectedly found only Neitian Youji in the shop.

"Brother Xiu Xin!"

Neitian Youji was so delighted to see him that she jumped over and clung to his neck, her long legs clad in black stockings wrapping around his waist and hanging on him.

Like a koala.

Ever since that time in the hospital when they had shared a bed and nothing happened, she had become bolder with Aoyama Xiu Xin, or rather, more at ease.

"Stop fooling around, where’s my sister-in-law?" Aoyama Xiu Xin instinctively held onto her butt to prevent her from falling off.

With that hold, his gaze changed; Neitian Youji wasn’t wearing safety shorts. It was soft, slippery, and pliant.

The touch was extremely satisfying, hard to let go of.

Aoyama Xiu Xin appreciated this era when safety shorts weren’t in fashion. It was a mark of respect for gentlemen like him.

"Hehe," Neitian Youji leaned into his ear and whispered softly, "Brother Xiu Xin, does it feel good to touch?"

"Average," Aoyama Xiu Xin replied without a change in expression.

"Hmph! Brother Xiu Xin is not being honest," pouted Neitian Youji, letting go with one hand to sneak a pinch below, her face revealing a teasing smile.

Aoyama Xiu Xin couldn’t help but shiver.

This little fairy really is asking for a spanking!

Youji clung to his neck, giving him a facial wash and cooed seductively, "Brother Xiu Xin~"

"Get off me now, where’s my sister-in-law?" Aoyama Xiu Xin couldn’t take it anymore and forcibly removed her.

After landing on her feet, Youji smoothed out her skirt and replied, "Sister Qingzi went home early."

"Then you should clock out early too." Aoyama Xiu Xin gave her an early leave, and as he said this, he prepared to leave.

But as soon as he turned around, he felt his hand being grabbed.

Turning back, Youji was looking up at him with a pitiful gaze, "I haven’t had dinner yet, I’m so hungry."

"If you’re working a part-time job here, you’re not entitled to free meals, you know," Aoyama Xiu Xin teased.

Youji batted her eyelashes, "Then how about Brother Xiu Xin treats me? I can help you ’eat’ too."

"Damn!" Aoyama Xiu Xin couldn’t help but curse.

Youji nodded, "Sure."

"Wait for me." Aoyama Xiu Xin was counting the days until her eighteenth birthday, then released her hand and walked out, "Close the door, I’ll take you out to eat."

"Yay!" Youji became cheerful, bowed at the waist, and then joyously skipped to turn off the lights and lock the door.

Aoyama Xiu Xin walked with one hand in his pocket, the other holding Youji’s, towards a restaurant across the street.

A young man in a sharp suit, tall and strong, holding the hand of a pure-looking girl in pleated skirt walking down the street – the pair drew many curious looks.

Aoyama Xiu Xin felt uncomfortable, as if he had a sense of guilt for leading astray an innocent girl. He tried to let go of Youji’s hand, but she clung on tightly, giving him no chance to do so.

After arriving at the restaurant, he asked for a private room. Youji took off her little leather shoes to reveal her slender yet full legs in black stockings, held easily in one hand, and she knelt neatly, placing her ample buttocks lightly on her heels.

She intentionally lifted her skirt so that Aoyama Xiu Xin could see this act, the close contact of her black-stockinged feet and her fair, full buttocks provided a strong visual impact.

Seeing the clear change in Aoyama Xiu Xin’s eyes, she revealed a proud smile, then dropped her skirt tightly, not allowing him to see anymore.

At such a young age, she had already mastered the art of teasing.

"Brother Xiu Xin, I need to use the restroom," Youji said halfway through their meal, setting down her chopsticks.

Aoyama Xiu Xin called the waiter to take her.

"Ding-a-ling~ Ding-a-ling~"

Youji’s cell phone started ringing.

Aoyama Xiu Xin hesitated, then picked it up.

"Youji, don’t be stubborn. I’m giving you one more chance. I’m waiting for you at room 302 at the xx hotel tonight. As long as you come, the role is yours."

A greasy voice came through the phone.

Aoyama Xiu Xin hung up, then called Yamakawa Ichiro, "Go teach the occupant of room 302 at the xx hotel tonight a lesson, and don’t kill anyone."

He had enjoyed the special treatment with the sisters of Zhongshan.

But it was really annoying when someone else wanted to do the same to a woman he fancied. A harsh lesson was necessary.

"Yay!" Yamakawa Ichiro responded.

After hanging up the phone, Aoyama Xiu Xin called Yehua Yiren, "I have a little sister who’s looking to make it in showbiz. Could you ask Mei Hui to lend her a hand? Just some minor roles would do. I’ll tell you her number, take a pen and write it down."

He still needed to give Youji a hand; who knew if one day she might really fail to hold on and compromise with reality?

So many people have bowed their heads step by step.

"Yay!" Yehua Yiren responded.

A little while later, when Youji returned, she found her phone had been moved, and asked, "Did someone call me, Brother Xiu Xin? What’s it about?"

"Nothing, wrong number," Aoyama Xiu Xin dismissed it with a reply, then added, "I’ve introduced you to a somewhat famous friend; she’ll refer some opportunities to you. Keep an eye on your phone."

"Ah!" Youji’s eyes widened in delight as she let out an excited gasp and lunged at Aoyama Xiu Xin, tackling him to the ground with her body pressing on top of him, giggling, "Thank you, Brother Xiu Xin."

"Get up," Aoyama Xiu Xin said flatly.

"No way," Youji playfully writhed on him and said, "Brother Xiu Xin has been so helpful to me, I must toast to you."

Saying so, she took a sip from Aoyama Xiu Xin’s glass, held it in her mouth, and slowly bowed her head, her face flushing red.

As everyone knew, Aoyama Xiu Xin was not good at saying no.

After a long while, their lips parted, leaving a gleaming trail. Youji’s eyes were hazy, shy yet seductive, her cheeks red as boiled shrimp.

Neither of them spoke, and the private room fell into a brief silence, filled only by their slightly rapid breathing.

"Where did you learn that?"

Aoyama Xiu Xin broke the quiet.

"I heard about it from some model colleagues during chats; it’s my first time trying," Youji said softly, her voice barely audible.

Aoyama Xiu Xin stood up and pushed her away, earnestly saying, "Stop learning this nonsense."

"Then... did you like it, Brother Xiu Xin?" Youji glanced up at him surreptitiously, hopeful and cautious.

Aoyama Xiu Xin replied indifferently, "It was so-so."

The corners of Youji’s mouth curled up; so-so meant he liked it, which meant she should learn more of this kind.

After that, she didn’t try to tease Aoyama Xiu Xin any more, and the atmosphere between them gradually returned to normal.

Aoyama Xiu Xin thought Youji was quite adorable when she was her normal self, like a pure and literary girl.

After the meal, Aoyama Xiu Xin escorted Youji home, and then headed to Yang Ji Restaurant for an appointment.