Tokyo: Rabbit Officer and Her Evil Partner
Chapter 164 - 86 Selling Oneself to Repay Debt

Chapter 164: Chapter 86 Selling Oneself to Repay Debt

Half an hour later, Minamoto Tamako lay limp on the sofa, covering her mouth, with crystal-clear drool dripping between her fingers. Her eyes were glazed over, looking completely worn out.

"Gulp..."

The sound of swallowing echoed, followed by a low cough.

Waves of aftershocks hit, and Minamoto Tamako couldn’t stop swallowing, but still quite a bit leaked out.

Even if Fushimi Roku was more dense, he should have noticed something was wrong. He touched Minamoto Tamako’s forehead, which was frighteningly hot, and her fair face looked as enchanting as a sunset.

"Are you allergic?" Fushimi Roku frowned, "Allergic to rose petals? Do you need me to call a doctor?"

He had added flower petals to the foot bath twice. Maybe Minamoto Tamako was allergic to that, which would explain the symptoms of flushed skin, confusion, and excessive drooling.

"No, no... need..."

Minamoto Tamako wanted to get up and run away, but she was too weak. She felt like soft-boiled udon noodles hanging off the side of the sofa, which was utterly embarrassing.

"Are you sure you don’t need it?"

Fushimi Roku didn’t want to carry her to see a doctor in the cold. This kind of scenario only happens in elementary school essays. Besides, upon closer inspection, Minamoto Tamako’s symptoms didn’t really look like an allergy; it seemed more like a fever... But a fever wouldn’t produce so much drool, right? Plus, her temperature kept fluctuating, which was odd.

He carried Minamoto Tamako back to her room, and Taira Sakurako was watching from the edge of a cardboard box, with a look that seemed to say she was looking at a pervert.

Fushimi Roku turned around, and Taira Sakurako immediately shrank back into the box. Even so, he noticed Taira Sakurako’s gaze and, putting his hands on his hips, questioned her, "What’s that expression for? Have you memorized all the legal provisions yet?"

— "Memorized"

Taira Sakurako tossed out a note.

Fushimi Roku immediately transformed, switching to his ’Evil Lord’ persona, and said with a cold smile, "Then let me quiz you..."

Those six words alone were enough to raise one’s blood pressure.

"Under Japanese criminal law, what three elements are required for a crime to be constituted, namely compliance, responsibility, and what else?"

"Illegality"

...

"In Japanese civil law, what is the requirement for the effectiveness of changes in the property rights of real estate?"

"Registration"

...

"According to Japanese commercial law, how many initiators must establish the articles of incorporation for the establishment of a joint-stock company?"

"Seven people"

...

It was clear that Fushimi Roku wasn’t really aiming to quiz her; he purely wanted to stump Taira Sakurako by asking questions, going from criminal law to civil law, shamelessly ending with commercial law—it was over-the-board beyond the board.

But Taira Sakurako answered them all correctly.

You’d think Fushimi Roku should feel relieved, but he felt unsatisfied. If students knew everything, what’s the point of having a teacher like him? Minamoto Tamako being studious was one thing, but how come this little kid was joining in too?

"You kids shouldn’t look at these empty things; the more you study law, the less human you become! At your age, filled with innocence and romance, you should be reading manga books... wait a minute, I’ll grab a few for you."

With that, Fushimi Roku turned to leave, ready to share his treasured manga originals. He didn’t buy comics randomly; he chose those original comics with future collectible value... After twenty or thirty years, he could cash in big time from otaku with these 90s limited edition comics.

But just as he was about to leave, his coat corner was tugged. He turned around to see Taira Sakurako pulling at his coat hem, handing over a note with a blank expression.

"195,000 yen in unpaid wages"

"Alright, alright, I thought we were no longer in an employer-employee relationship, but apparently, it was wishful thinking on my part. You asking for wages is just too heartbreaking... Let’s settle this account properly."

Fushimi Roku fully utilized his S-Class IQ to start squeezing the ignorant seven-year-old girl with high-functioning autism:

"You’ve stayed here for many days, so you should pay rent, right? Besides that, there’s the cost of food, electricity, water, gas, books, clothes, and various sundries. All in all, it’s about 210,000 yen. I’m kind-hearted, so I’ll round it down and only charge you 200,000, offsetting it against the 195,000 you claim... More or less, you owe me 5,000 yen."

Taira Sakurako seemed to have anticipated this move from him. Without a word, she turned around and pulled out a long roll of paper from the box, meticulously documenting her daily expenses, complete with receipts, sources, and notes, leaving Fushimi Roku with no grounds for complaint.

As Fushimi Roku scrolled down the account, he discovered that Taira Sakurako had only spent 43,287 yen this month... Books and stuff were borrowed, and she returned them after reading, so they weren’t included; most of the food was given by Minamoto Tamako, so Fushimi Roku didn’t spend much.

Gosh, this girl is really easy to take care of.

Fushimi Roku had planned to argue, claiming that the stews he made used premium ingredients, so he could extort a hefty sum... But then he thought it would be meaningless to argue with a kid.

Besides, Minamoto Tamako was watching, although she seemed out of it now and easy to manipulate, she might confront him later. It was better to pay up honestly.

Fushimi Roku returned to his room, opened the drawer, and checked his wallet, only to find it empty except for two ten-thousand-yen bills.

Recently, my spending seems a bit excessive...

There’s a solid Daifuku under the bed, but obviously, I can’t give that to Taira Sakurako. He planned to take some time to ’play the stock market’ and get a new job, to bring in cash.

As for Taira Sakurako’s wages, he’ll have to owe it for now.

Fushimi Roku, holding a stack of manga, explained the situation to Taira Sakurako, telling her he only had twenty thousand yen on hand, no more, and if she wanted her wages, she’d have to wait.

Taira Sakurako wasn’t happy and put on an angry Ghost mask.

"Alright, alright, let’s say I owe you, how about I pay you interest?" Fushimi Roku said impatiently.

Taira Sakurako scribbled on a note: "I don’t want interest, I want cash"

Fushimi Roku stood up and turned his pants pockets inside out: "Look! Not a penny left!"

"Then sell yourself"

Fushimi Roku widened his eyes, looking like a victim: "What? Who taught you to say something like that? Seven or eight years old can really be an annoying age, after all I’ve done for you, and you want me to sell myself to pay off debts... doesn’t your conscience hurt?"

"A little, but dodging a debt is nasty"

Taira Sakurako remained honest.

"Alright, alright, then tell me, what do you want so you’ll grant me a few days of grace?" Fushimi Roku asked.

Taira Sakurako lowered her head and wrote: "Take me to Shizuoka Prefecture"

"What do you want to do there?"

Fushimi Roku vaguely guessed the reason, but Taira Sakurako hesitated a moment and chose to hide it: "Just want to go"