Tokyo: Rabbit Officer and Her Evil Partner
Chapter 159 - 81: Flirting Face to Face

Chapter 159: Chapter 81: Flirting Face to Face

"I suddenly remembered that Sakurako wanted me to read her a bedtime story..."

Minamoto Tamako turned her head, wanting to slip away, but it was too late. Fushimi Roku grabbed her by the nape of fate, pressing her down on the sofa: "Why are you trying to run? Didn’t you just cling here refusing to leave? Could it be you’re feeling guilty?"

"W-What are you talking about..."

Minamoto Tamako’s face was full of guilt.

She knelt on the sofa with her knees together, her heels under her bottom, sitting upright. Her little hands were properly placed, looking like she was ready to obediently accept punishment for some misdeed.

"You weren’t talking bad about me, were you? Look me in the eyes and tell the truth!"

Fushimi Roku reached out, pinching Minamoto Tamako’s cheek with his thumb and forefinger, forcing her to turn her head.

Minamoto Tamako’s cheeks were very elastic, her little mouth was squished into a pout. Her eyes shifted awkwardly to the side, not daring to meet Fushimi Roku’s deathly gaze.

"How could that be... I was telling them about your heroic deeds..." Minamoto Tamako mumbled indistinctly.

"Such as?" Fushimi Roku asked.

"Such as... like, how you bravely stormed into the Inakawa Association, wielding dual pistols, bang bang bang, shooting down all the bullets the Yakuza fired... In the nick of time, you used your last bullet to hit the oil drum, causing the criminals’ hideout to explode, and then you turned away nonchalantly with blazing flames behind you..."

Fushimi Roku thought, what kind of nonsense is this? Could any normal person do such things? Why don’t you just say I’m the Heavenly Punishment killer? Isn’t this blatant slander?

He was about to criticize Minamoto Tamako when, suddenly, as if speaking of the devil, the doorbell rang. Minamoto Tamako’s eyes shifted back. She and Fushimi Roku exchanged a glance: "Uh, maybe it’s Chihime..."

"I’ll get the door."

Fushimi Roku released her and was about to get up when Minamoto Tamako quickly grabbed his arm: "No need! You’ve hardly had a break today, why trouble yourself to entertain guests... Maybe you should go back to your room and rest..."

"Are you hiding something from me?" Fushimi Roku squinted his eyes.

"No, no, no, absolutely not!" Minamoto Tamako shook her head like a rattle drum.

Fushimi Roku thought to himself, this can’t be good, is this girl secretly investigating him lately?

Daydreaming is pointless, better to ask the person involved.

Fushimi Roku ruthlessly flicked away Minamoto Tamako’s small hand, and under her anxious gaze, he got up, crossed the living room, and opened the door.

He saw Kazama Chihime standing at the door, wearing a pure white tank top with a sky-blue cardigan draped for warmth, the middle unbuttoned, causing her chest to press against the sweater that was about to slip off. She occasionally pulled the cardigan back onto her shoulders, maintaining an aura of a married woman.

At the moment, she was wearing heat-resistant baking gloves, holding a tray of freshly baked cupcakes, with her usual habit of squinting at people.

"Oh, when did Mr. Fushimi get back?"

Kazama Chihime feigned an expression of surprise, naturally seamless. She had heard the commotion of Fushimi Roku returning home from next door, hastily baked some cakes, and came over to visit.

"Just got off work, planning to rest. And you are...?" Fushimi Roku also started playing tai chi.

Through the three lines of information above her head, he confirmed that Kazama Chihime was the real culprit who killed Kamei Yuusaku—after Kamei Yuusaku’s death, her information had changed.

"Criminal Index": 49.9%

"Vices": Sweet talk, sadistic killing

"Clearance Reward": Eliminate Kazama Chihime’s crimes to receive Lv7 Fujikishin Kenjutsu, Lv7 Social Charm

...

Not to mention why the absurdly high criminal index has a decimal point, the key is that the clearance reward has turned into two advanced skills, one of which was Kamei Yuusaku’s personal skill... Kazama Chihime definitely doesn’t have the Criminal System, otherwise, she would have started a killing spree long ago.

That said, she has been learning and imitating Kamei Yuusaku all along. After Kamei Yuusaku’s death, she successfully broke through to Lv7 with this skill, matching her Fujikishin Kenjutsu.

It’s a case of enlightenment through murder.

Fushimi Roku thought with his butt and knew this person is definitely not quite right in the head... Liking sadistic killing is one thing, but she even plagiarized his idea, creating something called the "Heavenly Punishment Group", filled with lunatics who, rather than stopping crime or maintaining order, simply fight for sheer excitement; it’s just too low-end!

Moreover, from Tamako’s implications, it seems like Kazama Chihime has been inquiring about him recently.

After some pondering, Fushimi Roku figured out what was going on: it was probably something Kazama Tatsuya said to Kamei Yuusaku, or perhaps Kamei Yuusaku guessed something from Kazama Tatsuya’s attitude, and it eventually reached Kazama Chihime’s ears, arousing her suspicions.

After all, she’s not a cop, nor does she have any professional investigative skills, so all she can do is rely on speculation to investigate, thus coming to Tamako to dig for information.

It’s just that he doesn’t know what Tamako told her...

"I made some cupcakes and wanted Miss Tamako to try them. She has unique insights on sweets and can often provide valuable suggestions for improvement."

Kazama Chihime said while Minamoto Tamako nodded continuously, licking her lips with her pink tongue in hunger. Fushimi Roku glanced back, and Minamoto Tamako quickly put on a serious face, earnestly saying, "Yes, we generally just discuss little cakes."

Fushimi Roku didn’t believe a word; the so-called ’covering one’s ears while stealing a bell’ or ’self-deception’ precisely described this person.

Even though he knew it was an excuse, he still pretended to suddenly realize, welcoming Kazama Chihime into the house.

When a female guest visits a woman in the household, etiquette dictates that the male host should avoid. Although Minamoto Tamako was not a woman in the household and Fushimi Roku was not the male host, the two of them still tacitly avoided each other and waited.

"Mr. Fushimi, you should try some too?"

Kazama Chihime picked up a piece of cake, smiling as she offered it: "Desserts taste better when shared; that’s Miss Tamako’s little secret."

Minamoto Tamako sneakily grabbed a warm little cake, switching it between her left and right hand due to the heat. Hearing Kazama Chihime’s words, she nodded in approval: "That’s right! Delicious things should be shared!"

Fushimi Roku wasn’t particularly into sweets before, but since his intelligence attribute reached S-Class, he couldn’t help but want a bite of something sweet when he saw it. With Kazama Chihime’s words going as far as this, he didn’t want to kill the mood and picked up a small cake, planning to take a taste.

But before that, he called Jun over, under the pretext of ’sharing food,’ tore off a piece of the cake base to let Jun test it (dogs can consume a small amount of cake base), then found various reasons to stall for fifteen minutes. Seeing that Jun was still alive and kicking, he finally took a light bite of the cake base.

Mmm, freshly baked, soft and delicious, carrying warmth, the taste was quite good.

Kazama Chihime squinted her eyes, smiling silently. She waited for Fushimi Roku to take a bite, then suddenly reached out, using her slender fingers to wipe the cream off Fushimi Roku’s lips. The latter intended to dodge, but seeing Kazama Chihime move too quickly, he immediately realized she was testing him, so he froze in place, pretending to be momentarily stunned.

"Mr. Fushimi, you’re really careless." Kazama Chihime teased with an ambiguous tone, like a neighborly elder sister joking about a clumsy younger boy.

"Ah, thank you, I didn’t even notice." Fushimi Roku smiled and nodded.

Watching this scene, Minamoto Tamako suddenly felt that the cake in her hand was no longer appetizing.