Tokyo: Rabbit Officer and Her Evil Partner
Chapter 145 - 67 Minamoto Tamako’s Unspeakable Secret

Chapter 145: Chapter 67 Minamoto Tamako’s Unspeakable Secret

"Ah, no... Mr. Fushimi... if this continues, I will... um..."

The lighting in the living room was ambiguous, the sound of water constantly echoing. Minamoto Tamako lay limp on the sofa, covering her mouth, her face flushed, and her pale feet kept struggling in Fushimi Roku’s hands.

So strange... Could it be due to the herbal foot bath?

Could Mr. Fushimi have put something strange in there?

Minamoto Tamako’s body trembled slightly. Each time Fushimi Roku’s fingers passed through her white toes, grazing the smooth instep and massaging the foot’s acupressure points, she felt a tingling current climbing from her calf up her spine.

Fushimi Roku didn’t expect her to react so intensely. Attacking the kidney reflex zone, why is there such a difference between women and men?

"It’s okay, leave it to me. I guarantee the service is in place!"

He had a mischievous intention, playing with Minamoto Tamako’s small feet in the warm water.

I have to say, the touch is fantastic — smooth and soft. Maybe it’s because of the red wine and roses he used; it oddly gives a feeling of being deliciously tempting.

I swear to the heavens, I am definitely not a foot fetishist!

But then again, how can liking delicate feet be considered a fetish? It’s merely appreciating a piece of art, and I’m not crazily licking others’ little feet...

After some massage (teasing), Minamoto Tamako’s body was pushed to its limit.

She twisted but couldn’t move, really couldn’t break free from Fushimi Roku’s grasp. Her speech became unclear, more like a reluctant plea, as each wave of electric tingles took her to new heights.

"Pff... ha... cough, cough..."

Minamoto Tamako’s saliva sprayed out, continuously dripping through her fingers, looking crystalline.

Fushimi Roku released her hand, noticing her dazed expression, realizing he might have gone too far.

"Are you okay? Why so much drool... were you really craving the little cake that much?"

Fushimi Roku patted her small face, and she snapped back, feeling her body weak and unable to muster any strength... she covered her face with the back of her hand, constantly swallowing, and said with a sobbing voice, "Don’t... don’t look at me..."

Alright, as it stands, there’s no way she could give him a foot massage now.

With a face full of disappointment, Fushimi Roku carried Minamoto Tamako back to her room, leaving with the words ’poor review, no little cake today,’ then closed the door and left.

Minamoto Tamako used up most of a roll of tissues to wipe away her saliva. Then she leaned against the wall to the bathroom, took a shower, changed her clothes, and silently lay back on the bed, back facing Taira Sakurako, without saying a word.

She knew why she drooled.

She discovered her unusual physique back in her student days. Once her sympathetic nervous system got too excited, she couldn’t stop drooling, and even the sensation of swallowing saliva made her brain feel dizzy.

Kawai used to tease her, saying she was made of water. Minamoto Tamako found it too embarrassing. After being teased a few times, she became slightly self-conscious and never slept hugging a pillow or blanket again. This matter had always been buried in her heart, an absolute secret.

She never expected it to be exposed tonight.

She was so embarrassed she wanted to die, her mind filled with thoughts of how Mr. Fushimi saw her... surely, he would think she was a frivolous girl, right? If she had known, she wouldn’t have agreed to let Mr. Fushimi massage her feet...

Looks like Mama was right, after all. A girl’s feet shouldn’t be carelessly shown to others, let alone let a man touch them... She used to think Mama was too old-fashioned, conservative, and outdated. Now it seems, she had foresight!

Minamoto Tamako curled up under the quilt, even too ashamed to confide in Taira Sakurako.

It wasn’t until the next morning that she hid in her room, too embarrassed to go out.

Fushimi Roku didn’t rush her, hoping Minamoto Tamako would slack off. He didn’t take her unusual behavior last night to heart—in his eyes, the foot massage had only made her faint with pain. This is what you could call poetic justice! Minamoto Tamako must have learned her lesson and won’t recklessly attack others’ kidney reflex zones again.

As the workday approached, Minamoto Tamako sluggishly left the room. Her eyes darted around, not daring to look directly at Fushimi Roku, and when he mentioned investigating somewhere, she had no objections.

Had she been subdued?

Fushimi Roku hadn’t expected foot massages to be so effective. Seems like he should do it more often until she pleads for tolerance.

Traditionally, investigating cases was out of the question, not ever possible. With Kujo Yua watching and the Great Memory Recovery Technique hard to perform, slacking off was essential to sustain life...

On the first day, they strolled around Ikebukuro Mall, where Minamoto Tamako picked some new clothes for Sakurako;

On the second day, they visited Tsubakiya Bookstore, eating pasta while reading detective novels;

On the third day, they went to an arcade, spending hundreds on game tokens without catching a single plush toy...

Minamoto Tamako’s journal of self-discipline had turned into a Hu Shi-inspired diary, and a self-deceptive one at that:

December 26, investigating; December 27, investigating; December 28, Minamoto Tamako, oh Minamoto Tamako, how can you be so indulgent? From tomorrow, you should be disciplined and strive to become a famous police chief! ...December 29, investigating...

Until the fifth day, December 30, the superintendent, before starting the New Year holiday, suddenly mentioned the case. He called them into his office and asked about their investigation progress.

Minamoto Tamako panicked as if she were a death row inmate exposed. Her hands shook, legs went weak, dizziness set in, cold sweat poured out, and she couldn’t utter a single word.

In contrast, Fushimi Roku didn’t even blush, claiming significant progress: they had already locked on to a suspect and were conducting further investigations.

The superintendent was skeptical but didn’t put much stock in the case, casually advising them not to overwork themselves, just to submit the case report to the prosecution before the investigation’s detention period expired.

Minamoto Tamako thought they hadn’t even caught the suspect, where does the investigation detention period come from...

Fushimi Roku remained unfazed, regarding this as an ’unlimited slacking permit’... he had already planned where to go have fun that afternoon.

After the chat, they left the office and walked out of the police station side by side.

"I can’t go on like this!"

Minamoto Tamako was past her period of shame. Based on her observations these past few days, Mr. Fushimi didn’t realize why she was drooling that night. If that’s the case, then there’s nothing to worry about. Let the past be the past; it’s time to investigate the case properly!

Even if Fushimi Roku tempted her with emotions and sweets, he wouldn’t sway her dedication to the investigation. To indulge for seven days was her limit; if she continued slacking, she wouldn’t even respect herself!

"Let’s start by verifying Kamei Yuusaku’s alibi!"

With hands on her hips, the police badge on her chest shining, she said seriously, "No matter how perfect the crime, there will always be a flaw!"