Tokyo Tycoon, Start as a Writer

Chapter 34: Prisoners face shameful torture
Shinsako Matsueda frowned, bit her lower lip with her teeth, and walked with a limp.

As if she was afraid of what was going to happen next, she used her elbow to push Songzhi Qingxian away, but he showed no sign of letting go.

Finally, she had no choice but to compromise and was helped to the locker room.

"Wait a moment." Kiyoaki Matsueda turned around and asked the stadium manager for cotton swabs and disinfectant.

When I came back, I saw her sitting on the bench in the locker room. She had her right leg raised. There were also scratches on her right knee. She was gently rubbing her right ankle with her fingertips, and her expression looked a little painful.

"Let's disinfect first." Kiyoaki Matsueda walked over.

After hesitating for a moment, Matsueda Shinsako put down her right leg.

Kiyoaki Matsueda squatted in front of her, opened the bottle, dipped a cotton swab in some alcohol, and gently wiped the wound on her knee.

"Hmm~"

As soon as the wound was touched, Matsueda Shinsako couldn't help but make a sound, and beads of sweat appeared on her face.

"It's just a game of tennis, why are you working so hard?" Kiyoaki Matsueda threw away the dirty cotton swab, replaced it with another one and continued to clean the wound.

Matsueda Shinsako frowned and replied indifferently: "I just didn't expect you to be so scheming. You tricked me, that's all!"

"You deserve it!" Kiyoaki Matsueda covered her wound with gauze and then put medical tape on it.

Finally, he pressed it hard on purpose.

"hiss……"

Matsueda Shinsako took a breath in pain and glared at him in shame and anger: "I'm going to use family rules on you tonight!"

"Okay, let me deal with your ankle before I use the family rules." Matsueda Kiyoaki said indifferently.

"You don't have to deal with my ankle..." Matsueda Shinsako turned her face away, looking a little unnatural.

This woman is actually shy?

Kiyoaki Matsueda couldn't help but laugh, grabbed her right foot, and suddenly lifted it up with force.

Before Matsueda Shinsako could react, she leaned back and shouted anxiously, "Matsueda Kiyoaki, what are you doing!"

"See how badly it's sprained and whether we need to go to the hospital." Kiyoaki Matsueda grabbed her right ankle and slowly lifted her right leg.

"I don't need your help." Matsueda Shinsako was a little anxious.

Kiyoaki Matsueda was too lazy to talk to her. He grabbed her ankle with one hand and took off the tennis shoe on her right foot with the other.

"Eh?"

Matsueda Shinsako's body froze, and she looked around in panic, as if she was afraid that someone would come in, and she scolded in a low voice: "Let go! Don't be disrespectful...ah!"

Before she could finish her words, Matsueda Kiyoaki pressed her sprained ankle and pressed it hard. Matsueda Shinsako shuddered in pain: "You did it on purpose, bastard!"

In order not to make a fool of herself, she could only grit her teeth and kept looking out the door, fearing that someone would suddenly come in.

"It's hard to tell how badly it's sprained yet, so just leave it as it is. Go home and buy some spray to rub it." Songeda Kiyoaki rubbed it while observing, "If the redness and swelling don't go away in a few days, you'll have to go to the hospital."

Matsueda Masako looked at him silently, and soon let out a sigh, full of resentment and helplessness.

His eyes softened unconsciously.

"How's the article going? I've been following it online recently and saw a lot of people scolding you..."

She suddenly mentioned this matter, which was somewhat beyond Songeda Qingxian's expectation. He smiled and replied: "It's quite orderly. There are no accidents."

"That's good, but..."

"But what?"

"Tachibana Toshio's uncle is an official of the Ministry of Culture. The Ito Seiichiro on the judging list this time is..." Matsueda Shinsako said, her long and narrow eyes gradually narrowing, "I thought with his help, Tachibana Toshio would definitely win the award, but I didn't expect you to show up halfway... You are really lucky."

"How can you call it luck?"

"If there wasn't an old stubborn person in the selection, the award would definitely have gone to someone else. How could you be so arrogant in front of me!" Speaking of this, Matsueda Shinsako felt a little itchy and snorted at him.

"So what if the award belongs to someone else?" Matsueda Kiyoaki looked at her cold and arrogant face and couldn't help but laugh. "The award can be taken away, but the article can't. What belongs to me will be mine in the end!"

This smile is very contagious.

Full of youthful vigor.

Matsueda Masako felt her cheeks getting hot, she quickly turned her eyes away and hummed softly: "You are so confident, be careful not to get slapped in the face. Let me tell you, the Cultural Affairs Bureau is the department that manages publishing review, you will definitely be in trouble in the future..."

"I'll counter your moves."

"If you encounter something you can't handle, tell me and I'll..."

"what?"

"No, it's nothing..."

After all, Matsueda Masako was a strict and old-fashioned mistress. She swallowed back the words that could ease the situation. She put on a stern expression and said to him, "You have humiliated me so many times. I can't wait to see you laugh at me! I'm waiting for the day when you fall to the ground. On that day, I will take back all the humiliation I have suffered from you..."

"No problem, but before that, you have to admit your mistake to me!" Kiyokatsu Matsueda helped her put on her shoes.

"Hey, what are you doing..."

Amid screams, Matsueda Shinsako was dragged towards the locker room, her delicate face pale with fear.

(End of this chapter)