Tokyo: From Lawless Madpolice to Minister
Chapter 516 - 446: A Wretched Creature, I Am The Mud Itself (Requesting Monthly Pass at Month End)

Chapter 516: Chapter 446: A Wretched Creature, I Am The Mud Itself (Requesting Monthly Pass at Month End)

After bidding farewell to Miyashita Hidekatsu, Aoyama Xiu Xin loosened his tie as he got into the car and called Oda Take.

"Minister Oda, how’s it going?"

"Just listen for yourself," Oda Take said with a laugh.

"Ah! My lord, you’re so amazing! Faster! Faster!"

Listening to the obscene sounds unbearable to the ear, Aoyama Xiu Xin chuckled, "It seems he’s quite capable."

"If he weren’t capable, he wouldn’t have been selected for the investigation team," Oda Take humorously replied.

Aoyama Xiu Xin laughed appreciatively, then exhaled, "Let him get to work once he’s had his fun."

"Don’t worry, Mr. Aoyama, I remember everything you’ve instructed," Oda Take said, turning to leave the private room, and then asked, "But do we really dispose of him after using him? I fear that others won’t easily trust us in the future, worried that we’ll use them up and then throw them away."

"Minister Oda makes a good point," Aoyama Xiu Xin agreed with him, then offered a different viewpoint, "After Miyake Jiro plays his part this time, his identity will inevitably be exposed. To prevent history from repeating itself, Hirano Koji will surely strengthen security and surveillance over his subordinates, and even implement restrictions. It will be difficult for us to buy someone of that value again."

"So it’s better to discard him, as it will deal a bigger blow to the investigation team. Just think, how long has the investigation team been in Sapporo? To have a member exposed for indulging in the pleasures of wealth and women, the people will be even more outraged. It’s time they tasted the bitterness of public condemnation."

"With public opinion rising, it wouldn’t be unusual for some indignant citizens to spontaneously storm the investigation team’s headquarters and attack its members, would it? At such times, they will become more desperate to achieve results and prove themselves. The more desperate they are, the more likely they are to make mistakes, and that gives us more opportunities."

"I’ve learned a lot, Mr. Aoyama, that’s the long-term plan indeed!" Oda Take exclaimed in admiration, while a sense of inexplicable fear and caution took root in his heart. He glanced at the private room door and commented, "Looks like that guy is about done."

"Alright, I won’t keep you any longer, Minister Oda," Aoyama Xiu Xin said. Once the other party hung up, he instructed Jin Yucheng, "Take me to Hashimoto Chiyoko’s place."

Bored of a friend’s mother.

Time for something bland to nurse the stomach.

Plus, he would need a reporter soon enough.

On the other end, after hanging up the phone, Oda Take reopened the door to the private room, looked pitifully at Miyake Jiro, lying amidst the women, gasping for breath and covered in lipstick marks, "Are you satisfied, Mr. Miyake?"

"Very satisfied, so thankful to you, Minister Oda," Miyake Jiro nodded eagerly like a pecking chicken, his smile undeniable.

He felt as if even death at this moment would have been worth it.

Oda Take nodded, "Glad to hear it. Since you are satisfied, then you should satisfy me too."

"Give your orders, Minister Oda. I am willing to go through fire and water for you!" Miyake Jiro stood up solemnly, though his legs gave out almost causing him to fall, saved only by the quick reflexes of the three women.

Oda Take looked with even greater disdain at the pathetic creature before him and said, "I want the phone recordings of Miyashita Naoyuki and Mrs. Abe, sneak them out."

"How... how did you know!" Miyake Jiro went pale with shock. He had planned to use that as a stepping stone for gaining favor with Oda Take, but he hadn’t expected the minister to already know about the recordings.

Oda Take smiled meaningfully, "Mr. Miyake, don’t tell me you thought you were the only one who knew what’s what?"

Miyake Jiro suddenly understood. There were already people bought off within the investigation team. With this realization, any remaining guilt vanished instantly.

He also felt a sense of urgency.

After all, he had thought he was the first one to reap the benefits, but now a competitor had already sold the information he was intending to leverage!

"Damn it, that’s infuriating!"

"Hey! I’ll deliver the recordings to you tomorrow, Minister," Miyake Jiro promised, then hesitantly added, "But if my identity gets exposed..."

"After you bring back the recordings, you’ll receive orders for a promotion to Police Chief and be appointed to the Hokkaido Police Headquarters. Do you still care about exposing your undercover identity?" Oda Take cut him short.

Miyake Jiro beamed with joy; those were the words he wanted to hear. He was eager for his identity to be exposed—after all, he didn’t want to be undercover forever.

"Just this once, and in exchange for a sufficient reward," he thought, "Hey! I’m grateful for your support, Minister Oda. Once I arrive at the Hokkaido Police Headquarters, I’ll surely follow your lead and obey your every command!"

"I’m looking forward to it. It’s still early; take your time and enjoy yourself," Oda Take said, standing up to leave.

Of course, he didn’t forget to pick up his briefcase and camera.

The naked Miyake Jiro, not caring about his image, bowed deeply to see him off, "Please take care on your way out!"

Clang!

As the private room door closed, he turned and plunged back into the pile of women, lost in the land of pleasure.

.........

"Ding-dong! Ding-dong!"

Standing at the door of Hashimoto Chiyoko’s house, Aoyama Xiu Xin pressed the doorbell, knowing from the lit living room that she was awake, and called out, "It’s me."

Hearing the familiar voice, Hashimoto Chiyoko hurried to open the door, "Why have you come?"

"Aren’t you going to invite me in?" Aoyama Xiu Xin asked with a smile.

Hashimoto Chiyoko quickly stepped aside, "Please come in."

After letting Aoyama Xiu Xin in, she closed the door behind them.

Aoyama Xiu Xin made himself comfortable on the sofa with a sigh, "I’m beat."

"You must have been very busy these days," Hashimoto Chiyoko said as she poured him a glass of water, "Here, have a drink."

Aoyama Xiu Xin looked at her; clearly, she had been busy with work after coming back and hadn’t had time to bathe or change. She was still in trousers and a white shirt.

The sleek trousers clung to every inch of her hips and thighs, outlining the voluptuous curves and the plump outline of her thighs and calves enticingly.

A short-haired, bespectacled woman in uniform—who could resist that? Certainly not Aoyama Xiu Xin as he pulled her into his embrace, "Miss Chiyodo, you’re truly beautiful."

Hearing this, Hashimoto Chiyoko knew that another long night awaited her—Mr. Aoyama had said something similar last time.

"Chief of Police Aoyama, can’t you come up with a different line?" Her cheeks blushed. Her body tensed subconsciously, yet the uneasiness of the first few times had vanished, and she even felt in the mood for a joke.

Such things deepen with the first time and become familiar by the second.

Aoyama Xiu Xin sighed, "After all, I’m a straightforward man and not good with words around women. Other than genuine compliments, I can’t think of anything else to say."

Hashimoto Chiyoko rolled her eyes at his words.

She didn’t believe a single punctuation mark of that.

"Rather than words, I’m better at using actions to prove how beautiful you are." As Aoyama Xiu Xin finished speaking, he flipped over and pinned her to the sofa.

Hashimoto Chiyoko’s face turned red, and she closed her eyes.

Waiting to face the imminent storm.

Love is not to be spoken, but to be done.

After their tryst, the living room was in disarray with clothes scattered all around. At this moment, Hashimoto Chiyoko, wearing nothing but her glasses on her nose and white socks on her feet, lay flushed and curled up in Aoyama Xiu Xin’s arms, breathing lightly.

"Have you been following the recent uproar over the investigation team?" Aoyama Xiu Xin inquired.

"Of course." Hashimoto Chiyoko nodded, flicking the damp hair from her face, and added, "I even did a report on it. Why, does Mr. Aoyama have some inside information to share with me?"

"Indeed, I have one." Aoyama Xiu Xin responded.

Hashimoto Chiyoko’s eyes lit up, she shifted to face him in his embrace, "What?"

"I’ve obtained some photos. They show a member of the investigation team in a wild threesome with three beauties on a floor covered with money," Aoyama Xiu Xin explained.

Hashimoto Chiyoko furrowed her brows, exclaiming indignantly, "What? Wasn’t their purpose to combat corruption? How can one fight against corruption fairly and justly if they themselves are corrupt? Idiots! These bureaucrats are all tarred with the same brush... Of course, Mr. Aoyama, you’re the exception, above such things."

No, I am the muck itself.

"I’m just as shocked," Aoyama Xiu Xin feigned a sigh, stroking her hair and speaking softly, "I don’t know who left the photos at my doorstep. Clearly, the informant is worried about reprisals, so they want to use me to make it public."

"After all, your reputation precedes you. Some citizens feel that both the investigation team and local police are untrustworthy—only you are deemed reliable," Hashimoto Chiyoko looked at him with admiration and continued, "Such awful behavior must be exposed! The public must see his true, ugly nature. Please give me the photos."

"I don’t have them on me; I’ll give them to you tomorrow," Aoyama Xiu Xin kissed her and said.

Hashimoto Chiyoko nodded obediently, "Mm."

Then she suddenly asked a question, "Mr. Aoyama, what exactly is our relationship now?"

"Comrades-in-arms," Aoyama Xiu Xin answered decisively.

Hashimoto Chiyoko, caught off guard, froze, "Huh?"

"We are comrades-in-arms, shoulder to shoulder in the fight against greed and crime, intimate allies revealing the truth to the nation!" Aoyama Xiu Xin grasped her hand and declared firmly, "I hope it continues like this, that we can speak for justice together. Our bond is deeper than lovers or spouses because we are companions of the soul, don’t you think?"

Actually, the more appropriate term would be ’friends with benefits.’

Hashimoto Chiyoko pursed her lips; she had wanted the status of a girlfriend, but couldn’t speak it. Compared to Aoyama Xiu Xin’s realm, she felt too narrow-minded.

How could someone as narrow-minded as herself be worthy of such a noble Chief of Police Aoyama? Better to remain silent; speaking out would be too shameful in his presence.

"What’s wrong, Miss Chiyodo? Don’t you agree?" Seeing her silent, Aoyama Xiu Xin’s previously hopeful eyes gradually dimmed.

Hashimoto Chiyoko snapped back to reality and hastily replied without hesitation, "Of course, I think so too!"

Only then did Aoyama Xiu Xin smile again, hugging her tighter, with a triumphant glint in his eye.

Still want a status from me? There are plenty of women who ask for a status from me, but how many truly get it?

After all, I’m a man who is engaged!

How could I betray my fiancée?

Ah, a faithful man like me is rare; Asai Ayumi sure has struck gold.

"Ding-a-ling! Ding-a-ling!"

At that moment, a ringtone suddenly broke the silence.

"It’s yours," Hashimoto Chiyoko noted, glancing at him.

Aoyama Xiu Xin promptly let her go to answer the phone.

"Moshi moshi, this is Aoyama Xiu Xin."

"The list you had me check, I’ve found it. There are currently only seven people who match your criteria," Asai Ayumi got straight to the point.

Hearing her voice so suddenly, Aoyama Xiu Xin, who had just committed adultery, felt a rare stab of guilt and attempted to remain calm, saying, "Go ahead, I’ll take note."

He gestured to Hashimoto Chiyoko to bring him pen and paper.

Just as Aoyama Xiu Xin was preparing to clear the teacup from the coffee table to write on it, Hashimoto Chiyoko suddenly knelt before him on all fours, exposing her smooth bare back, blushing shyly yet alluringly smiling.

Aoyama Xiu Xin was stunned for a moment before he used her back as a table to place the notebook.

He thought to himself, the Japanese’s natural proclivity for naughtiness is ingrained in their bones. A seemingly pure and proper woman like Hashimoto Chiyoko also had this side to her.

He liked these kinds of playful women—Mr. Aoyama approved!