Tokyo: Rabbit Police and Her Evil Partner

Chapter 391 Successfully Collected All Red Indulgence Tickets!!

Yuan Yuzi is going to work today, and she is dressed very simply, but relatively formally.

The upper body is a pure white Lemaire shirt, well-tailored with a fitted waist; the lower body is a pair of Kamakura trousers, very elastic, tightly hugging the hips and legs.

Fushimi Shika looked down, past her small hands, and could see her slender waist and the triangular lines formed by her hips and buttocks.

“Since you’ve said so,” he slowly lay down and rested his head on Gen Tamako’s lap, “then I can only reluctantly agree.”

It feels good, very bouncy, and quite warm.

After he lay down on her pillow, Minamoto no Tamako realized that the position was a little awkward. Her gaze was downward, and she could meet Fushimi's eyes directly. The shirt on her chest slightly obscured her view, making her feel somewhat uncomfortable.

"Uh, um, you, you close your eyes first." Gen Tamako's face was a little hot: "I need to do some preparations."

"Oh, don't let that weird liquid drip on my face." Fushimi Shika closed his eyes.

Gen Tamako's face turned even redder: "What strange liquid? What nonsense are you talking about..."

"For example, essential oils," Fushimi Shikata said openly and honestly.

Minamoto Tamako vaguely felt that she was being teased, but she also felt that Fushimi-kun was just reminding her.

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down, but unexpectedly her sense of touch became more and more sensitive. She could feel the heavy weight on her thighs. When she opened her eyes again, Fushimi-kun's face was right in front of her—she suddenly remembered the kiss from yesterday.

At the time, she didn't have time to dwell on it too much, and afterwards, she was too busy with the case to pay attention. Now, she suddenly realized what had happened, and her reaction time had finally come full circle.

Could it be that Fushimi-kun is using the pretense of being a couple as an excuse to deliberately try to kiss her?

If you're going to kiss, why kiss on the cheek?
Why didn't they kiss?

Minamoto no Tamako's gaze fell on Fushimi Shika's lips. She had actually heard that in the West, friends greet each other with a kiss on the cheek to show their close friendship... Only lovers kiss on the lips.

Could it be that Fushimi-kun only sees her as a friend?
But this is Japan, and in Japan, only couples kiss on the cheek, right?
I don't understand, I really don't understand...

However, the situation is now reversed, and she is looking down at Fushimi-kun with her eyes wide open, holding the initiative.

Gentamako felt a surge of excitement, a voice inside her urging her on. This was the perfect opportunity; if she kissed Fushimi-kun now, she could excuse herself by saying, "I don't like owing favors," "I'm returning yesterday's kiss," or "We're just practicing pretending to be a couple." She leaned forward unconsciously, then suddenly realized what she was doing and came to her senses.

She dared not kiss him.

She wouldn't even dare to kiss someone on the cheek, let alone on the lips.

Partly because of shyness, and partly because of fear, she didn't know what she was afraid of, but she was just afraid.

Recalling Fushimi's kiss, Minamoto Tamako couldn't help but wonder, what was he thinking when he kissed her? Was it just to get away with it? Wasn't he nervous? Didn't his heart race? Or was Fushimi, like her, afraid to kiss her lips...?

The more she thought about it, the more confused she became. She couldn't even look Fushimi in the eye, let alone give him a massage.

"You, you turn around," Yuan Yuzi whispered.

"Why?" Fushimi Shika was completely baffled.

"First, press the back of the head," Yuan Yuzi lied.

"Ok."

Fushimi Shika rolled over, lay face down on the sofa, and buried his face between her thighs. Through the fabric of her trousers, he could feel the warm, misty heat on his cheek.

Minamoto no Tamako shuddered. She could feel Fushimi-kun's breath; the sensation was very strange. Her thighs involuntarily tensed up. "N-No, that's not it! It's when you're lying on your side!"

"Are you sure?" Fushimi Shika was reluctant to turn his face away.

Yuan Yuzi jolted, squeezing her legs even tighter: "Y-yes! Don't say another word!"

Fushimi Shika sighed, thinking that getting a massage was so troublesome. He felt like a meat pie being stir-fried on both sides and heated in the pan.

"alright."

He rolled over again, lying on his side on Gentama's lap, facing her lower abdomen. His nose was pressed against the hem of her shirt and trousers, where he could smell a faint fragrance.

Yuan Yuzi's legs went weak, her eyes were wet, and her small mouth was tightly pursed into a U shape.

She could feel her lower abdomen was warm, and Fushimi-kun's breath was blowing on her navel. A warm current surged up her spine, making her back numb and her body tremble.

"No, that's not how it is..."

Yuan Yuzi's voice changed, becoming very soft and gentle, almost a pleading murmur, like a cat begging for attention.

Fushimi Shika sensed something was wrong. He suspected that Minamoto Tamako was using his head as a prop, doing strange things under the guise of massage... He never expected that Minamoto Tamako, who appeared innocent and naive on the surface, would have such perverted thoughts in private. A pure and repressed junior schoolgirl, she might actually be a perverted nymphomaniac with a head full of lewd thoughts!
He sat up abruptly and asked, "What exactly do you want?"

Yuan Yuzi's face turned as red as a monkey's bottom, her eyes darting around. She fiddled with her little hands and said, "Just, just face outwards... to the other side."

"Are you sure? We don't need to flip it over again, right?" Fushimi Shika asked seriously.

Genji was speechless for a moment. She should have been lying on her back, and she was too embarrassed to ask Fushimi to turn over again, so she stammered, "N-I'm not sure... Just lie on your back."

"Should I lie on my back or on my side?" Fushimi Shika asked, squinting. "Lie on my back. I must lie on my back!" Minamoto Tamako replied firmly.

Fushimi Shika lay down carefully with his eyes open. Minamoto no Tamako, feeling embarrassed to look at him, simply pulled over a white cloth and covered Fushimi Shika's face.

"What is this for?" Fushimi Shika's voice was muffled through the white cloth.

"Uh, this, this is a necessary procedure... just in case the essential oil gets in your eyes or something..."

Yuan Yuzi casually made up a sentence, trying to calm herself down. She put her hands together, closed her eyes, and took deep breaths, telling herself that it was no big deal.

It's just a kiss on the cheek, right? My mom kissed her cheek when she was little too, what's the big deal?

Furthermore, there's nothing to be ashamed of about giving a massage; it's Fushimi-kun who should be ashamed. Don't forget your real purpose in giving Fushimi-kun a massage...

Keep a calm mind...

Keep a calm mind...

Just then, the sound of the living room door opening came from inside. Moriki Ayaraki and Hira Sakurako had just finished their enrollment procedures, and the latter escorted Sakurako to the door. Hira Sakurako walked through the entrance hall, and as soon as she turned the corner, she saw Minamoto Tamako with her hands clasped together, looking solemn. Lying on her lap was a man with a white cloth covering his face.

Hira Sakurako paused for a second, then subconsciously asked, "Who died?"

Gen Tamako was startled and stammered, unable to answer. She had finally managed to calm down, but Sakura's sudden return and the presence of someone watching made her even more uneasy.

"Go back to your room and do your homework!" Fushimi Shika blew on the white cloth and said irritably.

"I don't have class until tomorrow, where would I get homework from..."

"Can't you preview tomorrow's lessons?" Fushimi Shika interrupted. "Other seven-year-olds are already in second grade, and you're only in first grade. You're already way behind at the starting line!"

Hira Sakurako felt a little suffocated, thinking that this guy must have received a very strange kind of education when he was a child. She didn't want to argue with Fushimi Shika, so she simply went back to her room to entertain herself.

Seeing that Sakurako had closed the door, Genjiko finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Can we begin?" Fushimi Shika urged. "I'm getting a little sleepy."

"Ma, immediately... what's the rush?"

Gen Tamako coughed lightly, repeatedly hypnotizing herself in her mind: 'I'm ready! I'm ready!'

She took a deep breath, picked up the spray bottle, sprayed some alcohol on her small hands, rubbed her hands together to warm them, and slowly put her palms under the white cloth, placing them on both sides of Fushimi Shika's cheeks, gently massaging his temples.

Fushimi Shika felt a bit stuffy; the white cloth covering his face made it hard to breathe, and his nasal cavity was filled with the smell of alcohol.

Fortunately, Yuan Yuzi's small hands were very soft, and her massage movements were very gentle. Her fingers and palms were warm, and with each acupressure point she pressed, he felt his scalp relax.

"Is the force... is it alright?" Gen Tamako asked in a low voice.

She worried that her skills weren't good enough to achieve the desired results.

Fushimi Shika was very satisfied, but he didn't want Minamoto no Tamako to become complacent and give up easily: "It's passable."

Upon hearing this, Genji increased the pressure slightly: "How about this?"

“It’s too heavy.” Fushimi Shika frowned.

Gen Tamako quickly lightened the pressure on her fingers: "And now?"

"It's lighter now." Fushimi Shika's eyebrows relaxed.

Genjiro pressed down with the same amount of force as before, and Fushimi Shika said with satisfaction, "Hmm, this force... is barely acceptable."

What does barely enough mean?

Minamoto no Tamako was very dissatisfied; Fushimi-kun's reaction was completely different from what she had imagined.

You should know that she stayed up all night learning massage techniques and relentlessly attacked Fushimi-kun's head acupoints. Fushimi-kun should be having an internal orgasm right now, writhing around like a maggot!
To this end, she used all her skills, gently plucking, twisting, and picking, employing every technique imaginable.

After completing the entire process, she was exhausted and had lost all romantic feelings. All she wanted was a reassuring answer: "How did it go?"

"generally."

Fushimi Shika stretched, her mind clear, feeling as if Nangong Wenya had patted her head, making her feel exceptionally relaxed.

Gen Tamako looked dejected, wondering why she was still barely managing... Was it because she hadn't practiced enough? Or was there a difference in physical constitution between boys and girls?
Seeing this, Fushimi Shika realized that he had gone too far. If Minamoto no Tamako hadn't received positive feedback, she might have given up her good habit of giving massages.

He took out his wallet, pulled out an indulgence ticket, and, with the air of someone going to a club to tip a masseuse, handed the indulgence ticket to Yuan Yuzi: "Considering your hard work, I'm rewarding you with an indulgence ticket."

Yuan Yuzi's eyes lit up, and she took the indulgence with both hands, beaming with joy.

Fushimi Shika was thinking how easy it was to deal with this guy when he saw Minamoto Tamako run back to her room, take out her piggy bank, and empty all the indulgence tickets and rabbit coins inside. She counted them out one by one in front of Fushimi Shika, and finally announced with a big laugh:
"Finally... I've finally collected all the red indulgence tickets!!"

(End of this chapter)