Tokyo: Rabbit Officer and Her Evil Partner
Chapter 236 - 157 Lv3 Special Skill

Chapter 236: Chapter 157 Lv3 Special Skill

I’ve been through so much, lost face completely, I deserve to reward myself, right?

Besides, I haven’t had a foot massage in ages, and my feet are itching like crazy. Before, Fushimi Roku never followed orders when massaging my feet, but now with the redemption voucher, I can command him as I please, enjoying both physically and mentally!

"Are you sure?" Fushimi Roku squinted, his expression somewhat enigmatic.

Minamoto Tamako felt a bit guilty; she hadn’t fully regained her composure. Too many things happened today...

First, Mr. Fushimi pretended to be a sunny big boy; I criticized him, and he instantly changed his face, stubbornly refusing to admit it. Then, Taira Sakurako and I formed an anti-Fushimi alliance, which led to the creation of the redemption voucher system, earning our first pot of gold; then all of a sudden, Fushimi Roku left mysteriously, and upon investigation, it turns out he was throwing money around doing good deeds (the most incomprehensible thing today); finally, in a moment of urgency, I embarrassed myself in front of my colleagues and others, which led to Mr. Fushimi reclaiming two green redemption vouchers from me...

Today has been a roller coaster ride!

Now that it’s dark, leaving the past aside, Minamoto Tamako felt she must rise today, otherwise, it would all lead back to her apologizing to Mr. Fushimi again?

She’s learned from last time’s lesson and is determined to achieve a mental victory today!

"I’m sure! I must redeem a foot massage!"

Minamoto Tamako shook the white redemption voucher in her hand, like a nouveau riche flaunting wealth.

After all, it’s the only white redemption voucher left, better use it up and start over!

"Alright, it’s compensated."

Upon receiving the voucher, the Fushimi Technician was officially online. He was preparing to go to the bathroom to get hot water, when Minamoto Tamako suddenly said, "You, you have to wear a police uniform."

"What?" Fushimi Roku wondered if he had heard wrong.

Minamoto Tamako slid down, curling up on the sofa like Ge You, only a tuft of hair sticking out: "Since it’s...a foot massage service, it should be formal, shouldn’t he wear a uniform?"

She originally thought of making Mr. Fushimi wear a maid outfit, but didn’t have the face to say it out, and there was no maid outfit at home, so settled for the police uniform.

Fushimi Roku had no idea what whim Tamako was on, but to preserve the voucher’s value, he had to meet her demands as much as possible... it’s just a police uniform, at least it’s not a grass skirt for a tropical samba dance, no big deal.

He went to the bathroom to fetch a bowl of boiling water, didn’t rush to mix cold water, but rather added herbs like turmeric to the wooden bucket.

Minamoto Tamako smelled the aroma, poked her head out from the sofa, and asked, "What are you doing? Why is it different from before?"

"How could the service from a redemption voucher be the same as usual? Today, with a secret formula and massage mastery, I’ll show you what it means to be worth it."

Fushimi Roku casually made something up, opening up a system page.

A few days ago, he disposed of some Zen Masters; the system rewarded him as usual, allowing him to upgrade culinary skills to Lv7, leading to unexpected discoveries.

First, he found his willpower attribute inexplicably lowered, from A to B. Feeling he hadn’t reached a point to test willpower, he didn’t bother with it.

Secondly, skills rewarded from the Zen Masters, like Sakurai Chizuru and Kazama Chihime’s soul rings, gave him a new soul ring skill.

—Male Sexual Techniques Lv3.

Commonly known as Bed Skills.

Fushimi Roku initially assumed there was something real about this Aum Truth Sect, having gleaned wisdom from intimacy, perhaps a Japanese branch of the Joyful Union Sect...

He later determined through research this was simply a male talent skill, with no fantasy boosts, overuse risking bodily harm.

Originally thought to be useless, it seemed just in time with Minamoto Tamako’s sudden request for a foot massage.

With the knowledge in place, Fushimi Roku figured out why Minamoto Tamako was obsessed with foot massages, simultaneously deducing why she exhibited ’undesirable reactions’ during them. Understanding but not stating, he planned to pretend ignorance; they’re all adults with small fetishes.

If Minamoto Tamako were to catch him again, he’d tease her little secret then!

Wearing a police shirt, Fushimi Roku rolled up his sleeves revealing firm forearms, mixing essential oils in a bowl with his hands.

Minamoto Tamako grew increasingly uneasy, sensing today’s massage seemed different. She wanted to escape but didn’t want to waste the voucher, puffing her cheeks waiting warily.

After twenty minutes, Fushimi Roku was ready. Don’t ask why there were essential oils and herbs at home; if asked, Fushimi tried new things while Minamoto was at work.

Kneeling with one knee, he positioned a wooden bucket before Minamoto Tamako. Her face reddened watching Fushimi dressed in a police uniform, an unexpected thrill of forbidden pleasure...

No! Her intention was to make the foot massage more serious and professional, asking Mr. Fushimi to wear a police uniform was not out of some vulgar thought! This seriously violated dress code, harming Japan’s criminal police image and reputation!

Minamoto Tamako suddenly felt a wave of guilt; just as she intended to let Fushimi Roku change, he grasped her delicate foot, rolling up her trousers.

"We’re starting already?"

Sitting on the sofa edge, Minamoto Tamako could see the top of Fushimi Roku’s head, his unbuttoned collar revealing a glimpse of his chest muscles... when had he been working out on the sly?

"Starting, it might be cold."

Fushimi Roku scooped oil, warming it in his palms, placing them on Minamoto Tamako’s smooth ankle.

She shuddered, expecting him to press the foot arch; instead, he glided upwards along her shapely calf, stopping at the knee pit.

Goosebumps prickled Minamoto Tamako, the strange sensation returned, instinctively covering her mouth, gulping repeatedly, murmuring fuzzily: "Don’t... go too high..."

Fushimi Roku ignored her, cradling her heel with one hand, kneading from the sole upward along the shin’s side.

"Ooh—"

Minamoto cried out in surprise, goosebumps arose, with her vision becoming dreamy.

Using oil, he massaged her calves, carefully rubbing around the toes and ankles, massaging the tender toes but not pressing the arch.

She felt a suppressed fire growing, spine tingling, taut below, her body curving, neck and occiput arching against the sofa.

Just a bit more...

Just a little farther...

Minamoto struggled with discomfort, enduring the torturous session that lasted over ten minutes before Fushimi abruptly halted, leaving her slumped into the sofa. Not allowing time for recovery, he drilled his knuckles fiercely into her arch’s special point.

"Mmph—"

Minamoto’s pupils shook, a mental overload, reason slipping, producing a stifled sound as crystal-clear saliva sprayed through her fingers.

This...what...

Something she’d never experienced before!