Tokyo: Rabbit Police and Her Evil Partner

Chapter 412 Bondage Play
"It will happen! It definitely will!"

Yuan Yuzi encouraged loudly, "You have to believe in yourself! Although you're stingy, miserly, penny-pincher, vengeful, don't understand women's feelings, and have terrible interpersonal relationships... but, but..."

She stammered for a long time, unable to say anything about 'but'.

This was not what Fushimi Shika had expected. He felt that Minamoto Tamako had misunderstood and thought he was lamenting his unpopularity—Japanese otaku often get caught up in this kind of thing. They attribute their failures in life to "unpopularity" and spend their days online making sarcastic remarks about "sexual inequality."

In other words, Minamoto no Tamako regarded him as a self-pitying, lazy otaku.

Fushimi Shika reached out and interrupted, "That's not the point. Let's not talk about the past. The point is the future..."

"There's no future."

Overwhelmed with sorrow once more, Minamoto no Tamako plopped back down in her chair. She wanted to drown her sorrows in alcohol, but there was no alcohol at home; Fushimi Shika had used it all up while washing his feet, leaving her only with more grief.

"I'm not going to die right now."

Fushimi Shika finally experienced the discomfort of being a terminally ill patient, mainly due to the depressed mood of those around him.

Hearing this, Minamoto no Tamako was finally awakened. She realized that this was her last chance to be in love with Fushimi-kun. If she continued to delay, she would regret it immensely when Fushimi-kun passed away peacefully.

In this situation, Fushimi-kun certainly couldn't confess his feelings, otherwise it would seem too selfish—he was about to die, yet he was leaving the living to suffer alone; wouldn't that be holding others back?
Fushimi-kun must be thinking that way, right?

That's why he said he had a small regret, and even said things like, "I've never been in a relationship," "You must look down on me," and "Would any girl like someone like me?"

You've been wanting to say these words, but you just can't bring yourself to say them. Fushimi-kun must be in a lot of pain and sadness.

Yuan Yuzi hung her head, her heart filled with mixed feelings.

On one hand, she knew that now was a good time to confess her feelings, but on the other hand, she also knew that now was not the time to fall in love. At the same time, she still did not have the courage to fully reveal her feelings, and she was deeply saddened by Fushimi's terminal illness.

She could only repeat to herself: 'This is to help Fushimi fulfill his last wish,' 'Fushimi should be able to see it,' 'It's just end-of-life care'... trying to find various reasons to numb herself.

"In that case..."

Minamoto no Tamako stood up again, her face filled with trepidation. Under Fushimi Shika's expectant gaze, she spoke, "...Then let me help you fulfill your last wish."

"Uh?"

Fushimi Shika was taken aback, feeling that these words were strange, with two layers of meaning: from a friend's perspective, it could mean helping him find a partner; from a lover's perspective, it could mean confessing his feelings in response to his words. Moreover, the two interpretations could be interchanged, and both sides could make sense.

When did this guy become so good at Tai Chi?
Or am I just overthinking it?
Fushimi Shika looked suspicious and asked, "How will you help me complete this?"

Yuan Yuzi wiped away her tears, blew her nose with a tissue, and said in a muffled voice, "Don't worry, I mean what I say."

"?"

Fushimi Shikako thought, "What did you say? I don't understand what you mean."
He wanted Yuan Yuzi to be more explicit, but he was also worried about exposing his evil plans. After much deliberation, he still didn't know what to say.

After blowing her nose, Yuan Yuzi pulled out her chair and left the dining table. She didn't eat a bite of food; she simply put on her clothes and prepared to leave.

Fushimi Shika was completely baffled and couldn't help but ask, "Where are you going?"

"Buy some wine." Gen Tamako's voice was very nasal.

"Wine?" Fushimi Shika looked around the table. The candlelight dinner did seem to be missing some red wine. He hadn't expected Genji Tamako to be so picky. He had never noticed before.

"Whatever," said Gen Tamako.

"Then there's no need to buy it."

Fushimi Shika got up, knocked on the door next door, rummaged through Kazama's house for a while, and carried home with two dozen beers and two large brown glass bottles of shochu tucked under his arm.

Seeing this, Genji opened the shochu directly, sat on the sofa, held the bottle with both hands, and gulped it down.

Fushimi Shika quickly grabbed Minamoto no Tamako's arm and asked her what she was trying to do.

Yuan Yuzi felt a burning sensation in her stomach and a burning throat. The bitter wine made her heart ache. She couldn't care less about anything else and said with red eyes, "I can't say it without drinking."

Fushimi Shika understood immediately. He silently let go, but pretended to be confused and asked Minamoto no Tamako what she meant by those words.

Minamoto no Tamako didn't answer, and continued drinking by herself. She wanted to forget all the unhappy things and had the courage to express her feelings to Fushimi-kun—this was Fushimi-kun's last wish, how could she refuse?
Are you suggesting I help Fushimi-kun date someone else?

In the past, she might have actually done something so foolish out of shyness—ostensibly helping Fushimi find a romantic partner while secretly inquiring about his criteria for choosing a partner… But now, she no longer has time to play house.

Because Fushimi-kun is going to die.

Just thinking about it made her heart clench with pain.

Seeing that she was crying again, Fushimi Shika opened another bottle of shochu and said, "I'll drink with you."

Drinking with someone makes it less unpleasant.

Yuan Yuzi couldn't drink any more after drinking half of it. Japanese shochu has a high alcohol content, around 27 to 34 degrees, and since she was on an empty stomach, her gastrointestinal tract couldn't handle it. She grabbed a trash can and vomited up what she had just drunk.

When Fushimi Shika saw that she was about to drink again after vomiting, he quickly pressed her hand down and said, "Don't drink if you can't drink anymore."

"You can't drink anymore, but I can... I can still drink!"

As the alcohol began to take effect, Minamoto no Tamako sprawled out on the sofa, loudly proclaiming that she wanted to drink more. Fushimi Shika, remembering her behavior last time she drank beer, quickly patted her face and, while she was still relatively sober, prompted, "Is there something you want to tell me?"

“Uh…what?” Gen Tamako asked, her tongue slurred.

She overestimated her alcohol tolerance. After downing half a bottle of horse urine, she felt dizzy and her head was like mush, making it impossible for her to think clearly.

Fushimi Shika helped Minamoto Tamako to her feet. This was a matter of life and death; he didn't want all his efforts to be in vain. He quickly shook Minamoto Tamako's shoulders, trying to bring her back to her senses.
"Have you forgotten? You just said something like 'I can't say it without drinking'... What are you trying to say?"

"What am I supposed to say... hiccup... what am I supposed to say..."

Minamoto no Tamako's face turned as red as a monkey's bottom, her eyes becoming increasingly glazed. She swayed in front of Fushimi Shika, her body as limp as if boneless: "Wait... who are you...?"

Upon hearing this, Fushimi Shika felt a chill run down his spine.

Well, another day's work was for nothing.

How come this guy is so tight-lipped?
Is it really that hard to say the words "I like you"?
He had already used his ultimate move, leaving him with no way out but to fight to the death. He had almost broken through Genji's psychological defenses, but in the end, he still failed.

Forget it, let’s talk about it tomorrow.

Fushimi Shika gently laid Minamoto no Tamako on the sofa, then swayed as he stood up, grabbed a blanket, and covered her with it. He had also drunk quite a bit and was somewhat tipsy.

Back in her room, Hira Sakura poked her head out and whispered, "Are you really going to die?"

Fushimi Shika let out a 'thump' and said, 'It's the real deal.'

"Are all people this easy to die? Or is it only adults?" Hira Sakurako knelt by the door. She had been eavesdropping for a long time. She put her Hannya mask back on and huddled behind the crack in the door, looking rather frightening.

“That’s how it is,” Fushimi Shika casually patted her head. “Cheer up, when I die, all the money will be yours.”

Ping Yingzi was silent for a moment, then turned her head away from his hand and closed the door. She said through the door, "I don't want money, I want you to live."

Fushimi Shika chuckled and said, "I want the stars in the sky too! Life isn't always smooth sailing."

After saying that, he went straight back to his room, washed up, and went to bed.

Perhaps it was because of the alcohol, but Fushimi Shika felt sleepy as soon as he closed his eyes. He thought he would have insomnia again tonight, but unexpectedly, he almost fell asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow.

Before going to sleep, he remembered smoking in the hospital. Yuan Yuzi choked on the cigarette but didn't say much... According to the rules, smoking is prohibited in hospitals.

Since I'm going to sleep anyway, I might as well give it a try.

Fushimi Shika sat up, found Kazama Takusai's cassette tape, inserted it into the tape recorder, clicked to start playing, and then lay back down to continue sleeping.

A bird song rang out, followed by the sound of wind blowing through the forest, and then the babbling of a stream.

He had heard similar white noise in his previous life, which was clearer and more realistic, but it was not as intense as this audio.

Overwhelmed by a surge of sleepiness, Fushimi Shika drifted off to sleep amidst a burst of white noise.

During the first half of his sleep, he unusually did not dream and slept exceptionally deeply and soundly.

In the latter part of his sleep, he dreamed of a cat that wriggled into his arms. The cat was soft, with smooth fur and a warm body…

In the blink of an eye, the fat cat turned into a big rabbit, and the big rabbit turned into a bunny girl. She was petite and extremely clingy, refusing to let go once she was in her arms, no matter how much Fushimi Shika tried to push her away.

"Don't do this... Okay, okay..."

Fushimi Shika's dream gradually began to take a more erotic turn, and it was about to become a traditional erotic dream when a tuft of hair suddenly poked into his nostril, and he couldn't help but sneeze.

"--yawn!!"

Fushimi Shika woke up, and groggily wiped his nose, only then realizing that the tuft of hair was a cowlick.

He felt a soft, warm touch in his arms. His right hand was holding a soft, heart-shaped object. After a moment of stunned silence, he was startled to realize that the dream he had just experienced was not entirely a dream.

Fushimi Shika recalled Kujo Yui's warning, slowly lifted the blanket, and saw that the girl in his arms was fully clothed, though a little disheveled, and breathed a slight sigh of relief.

so far so good……

and many more……

Fushimi Shika pulled the blanket up even higher to confirm that the sleeping girl in his arms was Minamoto Tamako, before he was finally relieved.

How did this guy end up in his bed?
Fushimi Shika propped himself up and glanced up. The room door was tightly closed; he hadn't forgotten to lock it before going to bed. Turning his head again, he saw that the balcony's French windows were open, and the night breeze was lifting the curtains.

The moonlight was hazy, spilling onto the ground. The silvery-gray light divided the room in two, illuminating Minamoto no Tamako's profile. Her breathing was even, her eyelashes trembled slightly, and she curled up in Fushimi Shika's arms.

"don't want……"

In her dazed state, Yuan Yuzi felt the person holding her about to leave, and instinctively grabbed the other person's collar.

Fushimi Shika had no choice but to lie on her side again, maintaining the embracing posture, with her left arm supporting Minamoto Tamako's cheek.

He could clearly see Minamoto no Tamako's eyelashes; they were exceptionally long. He'd heard that people with long eyelashes were prone to crying.

"Well……"

Gen Tamako slipped her other hand under the hem of his clothes.

Fushimi Shika felt a little itchy. Realizing something was wrong, he sat up again and shook Genji Tamako: "Are you awake?"

“I’m asleep…” Gen Tamako said with her eyes closed.

Fushimi Shika suspected she wasn't sober yet, so he reached out and pried open her eyelids, held up one finger, and asked, "How many is this?"

"Two," Yuan Yuzi mumbled.

"Why two?" Fushimi Shika pressed down on Genji Tamako's restless little hand. He didn't want to take advantage of her, especially since Genji Tamako reeked of alcohol.

Yuan Yuzi woke up, but not fully awake. She stretched out her two small hands, lowered her head, and gestured in front of her eyes, first extending her thumb, then her index finger, and muttered, "One, two... one, two..."

Fushimi Shika glanced at the alarm clock; it was 3 a.m., and this guy was still drunk.

"Alright, go back to your room and sleep..."

Fushimi Shika bent down, intending to lift her off the bed, but unexpectedly, Minamoto no Tamako suddenly kicked him in the stomach, then turned over and sat up, pinning him to the bed.

hiss……

Fushimi Shika felt a sharp pain in her lower abdomen. She hadn't expected that the drunken Minamoto Tamako would be so skilled; she really kicked with all her might. She should have wrapped her in a blanket.

Most people experience three phases when drinking alcohol: the excitement phase, the ataxia phase, and the drowsy phase. These four phases progress gradually. Some people with a high alcohol tolerance can skip directly from the excitement phase to the drowsy phase; however, some people with extremely low alcohol tolerance may experience a relapse after the drowsy phase, as the undigested alcohol in their intestines continues to affect their brain, causing them to jump back to the ataxia phase... which is commonly known as "acting crazy while drunk."

Yuan Yuzi straddled his waist, her hands supporting her chest, her eyes glazed with drunkenness, and asked, "Where are you going?"

"I'm not going anywhere, you need to go back to your room..."

"Still not behaving yourself!" Yuan Yuzi slapped him on the side.

Fushimi Shika gasped, feeling a burning pain in her kidneys, and immediately reached out to pull Minamoto Tamako: "That's enough—"

As soon as he finished speaking, Yuan Yuzi suddenly leaned down, her upper body pressed tightly against his chest, her small face close to his eyes, their noses touching, and their lips able to feel each other's breath.

Fushimi Shika thought she was going to kiss him, and froze for a moment, his body stiffening. Then he felt a chill on his wrist, as if he were wearing a bracelet. Minamoto no Tamako got up again, took his hand, and held onto the iron railing of the bed.

What is this going to do?
Fushimi's throat twitched slightly, and his chest rose and fell gently.

He doesn't take advantage of others because he has principles, but if the other party takes the initiative and clearly violates his principles, then he can only condemn them afterward...

"Get down. Why are you on top?"

As Fushimi Shika was about to get up, his wrist suddenly felt heavy. He turned his head and realized that the silver bracelet on his wrist was actually a handcuff.

"Haha! Got you!" Yuan Yuzi said, cupping his face in her hands.

Fushimi Shika sneered. He could subdue Minamoto no Tamako with just one hand, not to mention that he had inherited Kawai's lock-picking skills and could open handcuffs at will.

Before Fushimi Shika could even make a move, Minamoto no Tamako wrapped her arms around his arm, pressed her cheek against his palm, and whispered, "Don't move... don't move... it'll be over soon..."

"What are you going to do?" Fushimi Shika casually pinched her cheek; it was quite soft.

"I'm going to lock you up..."

Yuan Yuzi leaned on his arm, swaying slightly, and said, "Then I'll tell you a big secret..."

Fushimi Shika pricked up his ears, wondering if there would be a second round. Was his previous attempt to get Minamoto no Tamako to confess unsuccessful because he didn't meet the condition that he was 'Minamoto no Tamako's possession'?
"What secret?" he probed indirectly.

“…A big secret.” After saying that, Gen Tamako chuckled to herself.

"After you're handcuffed... you'll be able to talk?" Fushimi Shika thought this was a golden opportunity.

All that trouble he went through was to get Genji to tell him the truth, wasn't it? To achieve his goal, he even used the news of his own death—what did being handcuffed matter if he could succeed?
“Of course!” Yuan Yuzi sat up straight, her soft body pressing against his waist and abdomen, and he could finally feel the weight of her heart-shaped buttocks.

"it is good."

Fushimi Shika lowered his resistance: "Cuff me."

Genji Tamako had clearly planned this all along. She bent down and picked up a bundle of hemp rope from beside the bed. Fushimi Shika had no idea why such a thing was in the house, let alone when or why Genji Tamako had purchased the hemp rope.

He had a bad feeling, but in order to achieve his goal, he watched helplessly as Genji tied his other hand... and his ankles.

About ten minutes later, he lay on the bed in a spread-eagle position, unable to move.

After returning home from work, Minamoto no Tamako hadn't changed her clothes; she was still wearing a white shirt and black trousers. To restrain Fushimi Shika, she rolled up her sleeves and walked around barefoot.

After successfully completing the task, she opened a can of beer and drank it down in celebration.

"Um," Fushimi Shika looked up and asked, "Are you sure you want to confess in this state?"

Yuan Yuzi wiped her mouth, beer foam still clinging to her chin. She laughed loudly, like a Liangshan hero who had just kidnapped a pretty girl, and leaped onto the bed, pulling down her pants as she spoke: "Fool, how could that be!"

Fushimi Shika was shocked and immediately questioned Minamoto no Tamako: "Didn't you say you were going to tell me a 'big secret'?"

"That's true."

As she spoke, Gen Tamako took off her trousers.

Fushimi Shika tried to appear as a virtuous gentleman, for example, by turning his head away and peeking through the mirror, so that he would seem unmoved by temptation.

But now that he's tied to the bed, he's nothing like a gentleman; he's more like a guy in a small circle shouting safety phrases. So there's no need for him to care about saving face anymore, and he just stares at the screen with wide eyes.

However, when Minamoto no Tamako's pants slipped down, Fushimi Shika showed a disappointed expression.

—She was wearing black safety shorts.

Although they are very thin and form-fitting, allowing you to see the curves of your hips and legs, safety shorts can never be compared to panties... After all, the former are shorts that you can wear out. Cyclists and gymnasts wear safety shorts in competitions. Anyone who has any thoughts about safety shorts is a pervert, and it has nothing to do with the safety shorts themselves.

"What's with that expression?" Gen Tamako asked, slightly drunk, carrying a beer can. "Why do you look so disappointed?"

"I don't--"

"Shut up!"

Genjima extended her soft little foot and sealed Fushimi Shika's mouth with it. Fushimi Shika looked down and could see the alluring curve of her arch, her toes were crystal clear, and there was no strange smell.

"Still dare to argue?" She stood next to Fushimi Shika, leaning over and pressing down on him. Looking up from below, she could see what was under his shirt. "You liar! You lie every single day! Don't think I don't know anything! I've been putting up with you for far too long!"

Fushimi Shika dared not utter a sound, fearing that Genji would take the opportunity to stick his toes into his mouth.

"You've been lying from the very first time I saw you!"

The drunken version of Minamoto no Tamako enjoyed the feeling of stepping on Fushimi-kun, especially since the latter was unable to move and had no way to resist, which gave her more evil thoughts... such as tickling Fushimi-kun's soles, making him struggle and writhe on the bed, crying and begging for mercy. Just thinking about it made her feel an electric shock all over her body.

Seizing the opportunity, Fushimi Shika abruptly shook her head, breaking free from the jade foot that had sealed her mouth: "How did I lie? The art of observing auras involves looking up at the top of someone's head—"

Gen Tamako straddled him again, pinching his chin with her left hand to force his mouth open, while her right hand slowly tilted the beer bottle, pouring beer into his mouth. If Fushimi Shika dared to turn his head, she would let the beer splash onto his face and the sheets.

"I'm not talking about the opening ceremony."

Genjima put her thumb into Fushimi Shika's mouth, cupped his cheek, hooked her thumb around his lips, leaned forward, and whispered, "We met before school started."

Fushimi Shika, his face covered in sake and about to explode, was stunned by these words. His mind raced, trying to recall and search for the answer, but to no avail.

Could it be that Genji met the original owner of this body before he transmigrated here?
No wonder Minamoto no Tamako was so interested in him back then...

Immediately afterwards, Fushimi Shika recalled that more than two months ago, he asked Minamoto no Tamako why she had taken the initiative to befriend him, but she hesitated and avoided the topic, clearly indicating that there was another reason (Chapter 301).

"Wh-when?" Fushimi Shika asked.

Gentamako's gaze was hazy. She liked watching Fushimi-kun swallow with something stuffed in his mouth, especially when he spoke indistinctly and with difficulty. His tongue would brush against her fingers, which were moist and soft, and felt wonderful to the touch.

"Can't remember?" Genji pulled her hand away, a thin, glistening thread hanging from her fingertip, connecting to Fushimi's lips.

Fushimi Shika was certain that he had never met Minamoto Tamako before entering the police academy. After all, he had a criminal system that could see anyone's real name... If he had met Minamoto Tamako, he wouldn't be without an impression.

"Then let me give you a hint..."

Genji Tamako crushed the beer can with one hand and used the sharp edge to tear open Fushimi Shika's pajamas: "Mr. Hostage, do you remember me?"

……

Fushimi Shika remembered.

He had indeed met Genji Tamako, on the very first day he transmigrated here.

(End of this chapter)