Tokyo: Rabbit Police and Her Evil Partner

Chapter 390 Massage Compensation
Hira Sakurako was sleeping soundly in bed when she was woken up by the sound of the living room door opening. She remembered the footsteps of Fushimi Shika and Minamoto Tamako and knew that they had returned, so she turned over and went back to sleep.

I thought Tamako would take a shower and go to sleep right away, but to my surprise, she kept turning pages in her book, and the sound of pages turning in the room never stopped.

Ping Yingzi couldn't take it anymore. She had to go to school to complete her enrollment procedures tomorrow, so she needed to conserve her energy. She couldn't let people mistake her for a panda with dark circles under her eyes. She had to get a good night's sleep.

"What are you looking for?" she asked, looking up from the bed.

Gen Tamako looked apologetic: "Did I wake you up? I'm sorry... It's nothing, you can go back to sleep, I'll keep my voice down..."

"Keep your voice down, but there's still some sound. I've seen all of these. Just ask what you're looking for, and I'll tell you which book it's in." Ping Yingzi said, unable to hold back her yawn, her usually expressionless face finally showing a hint of confusion.

Genji explained Fushimi Shika's situation in a low voice, and then said that she wanted to give Fushimi Shika some psychological counseling and a little compensation for forcing him to go to work.

After listening, Ping Yingzi gestured towards the bookshelf with her lip: "100 Tips to Enhance Intimacy in Relationships, page 43, column 3."

After saying that, she lay back down on the bed, turned over, and continued to sleep soundly.

Minamoto Tamako thought Sakurako had probably misunderstood; now wasn't the time to deepen their relationship. She casually picked up the book, flipped to page 43, and thought to herself, "Kids really don't understand the adult world..."

"Acupressure Massage"

"Principle: Contact with the opposite sex can release hormones and increase the synthesis of dopamine, thus creating a virtuous cycle that ultimately allows love to form..."

hiss.

This technique looks so familiar.

Minamoto no Tamako recalled that the time when her relationship with Fushimi-kun progressed rapidly seemed to coincide with the period when she was obsessed with getting daily foot massages... She probably did it for a month or two? No wonder she felt dizzy every time she finished!
Could it be that Fushimi-kun has been secretly in love with her all along? Is he trying to win her heart in this way?
She had always felt that she liked Fushimi-kun, but she didn't know if Fushimi-kun liked her back, which was very strange—now she found the reason: it must be because Fushimi-kun had planned this all along!

Hmph, you idiot assistant, I've found your weakness, haven't I?

Giving Fushimi acupressure massage is indeed a good idea. It can relax Fushimi, make up for her compulsive behavior these past two days, and also release hormones and dopamine in her, making her unable to leave her magical hands. Her heart will pound whenever she sees her. It can be said to be a triple win!
Yuan Yuzi chuckled to herself. She quickly took a shower, then stayed up all night studying massage techniques.

The next morning, Genji Tamako didn't wake Fushimi Shika. Instead, she called Yaran and asked her to take Sakurako to complete the school enrollment procedures. Afterward, Genji Tamako went to work at the police station with dark circles under her eyes, handed the completed case file to Chief Kinoshita, and then fell fast asleep on the desk.

Kinoshita Shojin was amazed by Minamoto Tamako's speed in solving the case, but his expression turned somewhat grim after reviewing the case file.

The case is well-documented with witnesses and physical evidence. Many people witnessed Fujiwara Homare and Yoshikawa Rio entering the hotel, and the corridor surveillance footage proves that no third party entered or left that night. The murder weapon only had the fingerprints of Fujiwara Homare and the victim. Even Fujiwara Homare himself truthfully confessed to the crime. The evidence is irrefutable, and even if the King of Heaven himself came, he couldn't overturn the case.

"They're leaving absolutely no room for maneuver."

Kinoshita Shojin scratched his head and consulted with the administrative officer on how to handle the situation. The latter suggested passing it directly to the chief prosecutor, as the chief's signature was required before it could be transferred to the prosecution.

Kinoshita Shojin thought about it and decided to sign his name as well. After all, he was the section chief, and he couldn't let the director and his subordinates take the blame together, could he?

If we're going to die, we'll die together. That's the only way.

After he signed his name, he asked the clerk to hand the case file over to the director. After the director read it, he also had no choice but to sign it, as there was really no room for maneuver in handling this case.

While Minamoto no Tamako was fast asleep, the case file changed hands several times before finally being handed over to the prosecutor's office.

It wasn't until noon that Yuan Yuzi slowly woke up. She went to a convenience store, bought a bento box, ate a few bites, and continued to process files and documents as usual, yawning from time to time.

She wasn't fully awake until she got off work at 5 p.m., having finally had a good night's sleep.

Kinoshita Shojin informed her that the case had been submitted to the prosecution and verbally praised her, saying that the case was handled well—the logic was clear, the evidence was sufficient, the facts were clear, the report was detailed, and there were no typos, making it a textbook example of case handling.

Yuan Yuzi was overjoyed after hearing this, smiling from ear to ear. She felt that her promotion was in the works and that her probationary period would definitely lead to a permanent position.

Indeed, taking on this case was the absolutely right decision!
She walked home happily, thinking about the acupressure massage, and took a detour to buy some essential oils, aromatherapy products, lotion, massage towels and the like... Every time Fushimi-kun massaged her feet, he made her feel embarrassed, and now it was finally her turn to sound the horn of counterattack!

With the massage manual in hand, she'll surely make Fushimi-kun experience ecstasy and beg for mercy!
Minamoto no Tamako couldn't wait to see Fushimi Shika's shy and embarrassed expression, preferably with her pressing Shika's face until it turned bright red. If Shika obediently begged her to be gentler, that would be even better, as she would not hesitate to increase the pressure!
Wahahahaha!!
She returned home with the paper bag in her arms, her small feet rubbing off her leather shoes, taking off her school-style coat, placing the paper bag on the coffee table, and then banging on Fushimi Shika's door.

"Wake up! The sun's already shining on your butt!" she shouted.

"What are you doing? Wasn't the case closed? What else is there? If you keep acting like this, I'll blame you if I develop a mental illness..."

Fushimi Shika opened the door cursing, only to be grabbed by the arm by Minamoto Tamako, who pulled him to sit on the living room sofa, saying she wanted to apologize to him and let him relax.

Upon hearing this, Fushimi Shika, delighted by the good fortune, readily accepted and asked Genji Tamako if she intended to give him a shoulder massage or a small gift. Genji Tamako held up one finger, shook it, and smiled mysteriously: "Neither!"

"Hmm?" Fushimi Shika had a vague sense of unease.

"You forgot?" Yuan Yuzi went back to the bathroom and brought out a basin of hot water: "It's been so long since I had a foot massage!"

"..." Fushimi Shika remained silent.

"Why do you look so reluctant?" Gen Tamako frowned.

"I don't know why, but lately I've been a bit averse to foot massages," Fushimi Shika said, feigning a "Gamyu syndrome" expression to avoid revealing the gunshot wound on his leg. "To be precise, my legs feel weak and I don't want anyone to touch them."

Upon hearing this, Yuan Yuzi thought to herself, "This is terrible!" She quickly said, "Your body is suppressing dopamine secretion. Over time, this can lead to a mental breakdown! So you need regular massages to promote the secretion of dopamine and endorphins, which will help your physical and mental health..."

"Where did you hear that from? It sounds like you're using scientific terms to say some very unscientific things," Fushimi Shika couldn't help but complain.

"I read it in a book, it must be true!"

Yuan Yuzi placed the foot bath basin next to the sofa, rolled up her sleeves, and began preparations.

Fushimi Shika quickly tried to dissuade him: "I've told you so many times, what's written in those books is all fake..."

"Really? But I really have mastered super cold reading." Minamoto no Tamako didn't believe her, thinking Fushimi-kun was just being stubborn: "Haven't you noticed? Lately, I've become very good at guessing what other people are thinking!"

Compared to when she first entered the police academy, she has indeed grown a lot now, and at least she no longer thinks 'Tokyoites are so amazing'.

Fushimi Shikashin said that it was your own extraordinary talent, and had nothing to do with the super cold reading technique. Who could have predicted that a true sage would emerge from Little Western Paradise, whose flower-shaking hand could reach the Celestial Phenomenon Realm?

“I don’t want a foot massage,” he slumped onto the sofa, looking utterly dejected. “Are you going to force me to do something I don’t want to do? Is this your way of apologizing to me?”

"Uh, this..."

Gen Tamako scratched her head, thinking that what she said made sense, so she had no choice but to choose plan B and said, "Then let's do a back massage, or a shoulder massage is fine too."

Just as Fushimi Shika was about to agree, he remembered the demon claw mark on his chest. If he were to take off his clothes and massage his back, the strange mark on his chest would definitely be exposed... If Minamoto no Tamako knew about this, she would definitely make his life miserable again.

“I can’t really carry it on my back.” Fushimi Shika twisted his neck, pretending to look awkward.

"why?"

Minamoto no Tamako couldn't understand why Fushimi-kun was treating this as a reward and compensation, since he was already very enthusiastic and eager to massage her feet.

But now it seems that Fushimi-kun is avoiding her like the plague, and it has turned into her begging Fushimi-kun for a reward... She can understand that when people are extremely disappointed or sad, they can't muster any enthusiasm for anything, and they don't even want to eat.

It seems that Fushimi-kun is under a lot of mental pressure!
"I just don't want to, there's no reason why." Fushimi Shika had an attitude of 'I'm mentally ill, I can do whatever I want'.

"What about his arm?" As she spoke, Gen Tamako realized she had indeed pushed herself too far. After all, she had her own ulterior motives for massaging Fushimi-kun, and imposing her own pleasure on him was far too selfish. "If it really doesn't work, then forget it..."

Before she could finish speaking, Fushimi Shika sat up straight and immediately said, "Your arm is fine."

Ok?
Minamoto no Tamako paused for a moment, finding Fushimi-kun's behavior rather unpredictable and odd. But then she thought that people under a lot of stress are not surprising in what they do or say, and she let it go.

“But I don’t know how to press my arms.” Yuan Yuzi scratched her head. She had crammed on the acupoints on her legs, shoulders, back, and head last night, but she hadn’t learned the acupoints on her arms.

"Then what did you ask?" Fushimi Shika lay down again, looking disappointed.

"I just asked casually... What about the other side?" Minamoto Tamako asked, "Is a head massage okay?"

"Okay, fine." Fushimi Shika pretended to be reluctant.

Upon receiving a positive response, Yuan Yuzi felt that her preparations had not been in vain, and she felt a little smug.

She quickly applied a hot towel to her head, knelt on the sofa, patted her thighs together, and said, "That's good, lie down now."

(End of this chapter)