Tokyo: Rabbit Police and Her Evil Partner

Chapter 430 Behind the Door
Gentamako was starting to regret it.

She sat on the sofa in the waiting room, arms crossed, fidgeting nervously, and glancing sideways at the wooden door of the consultation room every now and then.

Half an hour has passed since Fushimi Shika went in.

Minamoto no Tamako knew that Fushimi-kun was just experiencing a psychological consultation, and she had no reason to be jealous of the psychologist; but she couldn't control herself, and strange images kept popping into her mind.

For example, Fushimi rested his head on Miyazaki Yuko's plump thighs, the soft weight pressing against his cheek. Miyazaki Yuko gently stroked his hair, and the warm embrace gradually softened his heart. Miyazaki Yuko whispered in his ear, "Tell Mom what's bothering you..."

For example, when Fushimi poured out his heart, revealing his vulnerable side, he couldn't help himself and covered his face with his hands, weeping bitterly. Miyazaki took the opportunity to put her arm around his shoulder, her monstrous member pressing against his arm, gently stroking his back, and softly saying, "I understand your pain..."

Another example...

No, we can't keep doing this!
Gen Tamako shook her head vigorously, trying to shake off those messy thoughts.

The aura emanating from Miyazaki Yuuko was so striking that it made her think of her mother... If her mother were half as gentle as Miyazaki Yuuko, Minamoto Tamako would wake up laughing in her dreams every night.

Previously, when Uesugi Shion refused to leave the house, Miyazaki Yuuko gently hugged her, patted her head, and took out a piece of candy from her pocket to coax her to eat it, just like coaxing a child, giving off a feeling of a gentle older mother.

Therefore, in Tamako's fantasy, Miyazaki Yuuko continues to radiate maternal glow.

I heard that boys really like this kind of thing. When Yuan Yuzi was in high school, girls with fuller figures were very popular. Boys generally thought that girls with slightly chubby figures had good personalities, especially those genetic monsters who were fat everywhere except for their face and waist.

When she was in college, she read a paper about economic conditions and male orientation. It said that when the economy is very good and people are confident about the future, the mainstream aesthetic in society tends to favor slender women, and the slenderer they are, the more popular they are; when the economy is very bad and people have no hope for the future, the mainstream aesthetic in society tends to favor fuller-figured women.

With the current economic situation so bad, and people jumping off buildings every now and then in Sugamo, everyone must like voluptuous women!
Minamoto Tamako still remembers the time when Fushimi met Kazama Senhime. The two of them were all lovey-dovey in the kitchen, and when their eyes met, their gazes were practically locked!
Moreover, she had privately inquired with Watanabe-senpai, and Fushimi-kun had stated that his ideal type was a busty, mature woman.

Genji looked down and could see her toes, knees, and thighs.

She pouted in dissatisfaction.

What if Miyazaki Yuko's counseling skills are so good that Fushimi becomes overly dependent on her and sees her as his only source of psychological comfort?
Minamoto no Tamako felt a sudden sense of crisis. Of course, she wanted Fushimi-kun to have a better life, but she didn't want him to have a better life because of another beautiful woman.

'It shouldn't be a problem to eavesdrop a little, right?'

Her gaze shifted to the oak door, her body tilted slightly, and her ear gradually moved closer. She vaguely heard some noise, and quickly sat up straight, feeling rather guilty.

Miyazaki Yuko had instructed that one should not pry into the privacy of doctors and patients, otherwise it would cause distress to the patients.

Moreover, the privacy of doctors and patients is protected by law, and leaking patients' personal medical records is an illegal act.

As a detective in Sugamo, Minamoto no Tamago could not break the law.

She sat on the sofa, feeling like ants were crawling all over her body, itching unbearably. She couldn't help but stand up, pretending to stretch, and picked up her teacup to get some water. 'Unintentionally' passing by the consultation room, she 'accidentally' overheard the sounds inside.

"...Now, there is a door in front of you..."

……

"...Open it."

……

Yuan Yuzi passed by the door, taking three steps at a time, and casually filled a small cup with water from the water dispenser before walking back to the waiting room. When she passed the oak door, she 'had to' slow down in order to drink tea.

……

"...What did you see?"

……

"Very good... Continue..."

……

Yuan Yuzi sat back on the sofa, continuing to ponder what the two of them were doing in the room—she knew it was hypnosis, but she also wanted to know what their positions were, what their expressions were, and whether they made eye contact…

……

On the other side, Fushimi Shika lay on a black recliner with her eyes closed, making no eye contact or physical contact with Miyazaki Yuuko.

The latter sat on an ergonomic chair next to the recliner, observing Fushimi Shika's micro-expressions. A tape recorder was beside her, playing a lullaby, and the air was filled with the fresh scent of herbs.

"What did you see after you walked through the corridor?" Miyazaki Yuko asked softly.

Fushimi Shika mumbled, "I...I saw a patch of grass covered in wildflowers...the sky was blue...girls were holding hands and dancing around me...they were dancing and singing..."

As he spoke, he suddenly began humming: "An eagle flies in the azure sky~ I gaze at Beijing from the grassland~"

"..."

Miyazaki Yuuko remained silent for a long while, listening to Fushimi Shika sing the entire cheesy foreign song. Then she suddenly asked, "You weren't asleep at all, were you?"

"..."

Fushimi Shika sang for a while longer, but when he saw that Miyazaki Yuko was silent, he felt a little embarrassed and stopped talking, explaining, "I tried, but I couldn't sleep."

"Really?" Miyazaki Yuko asked softly, "Is the chair uncomfortable?"

"No, the chair is very comfortable. Where did you buy it? I'll buy one too." Fushimi Shika was telling the truth. The chair was just the right firmness, more comfortable than lying on a sofa.

“This was made to order. If you like it, you’re welcome to come again anytime,” Miyazaki Yuko said with a smile. “I’ll always welcome Fushimi-kun.”

Outside the door, they called him Mr. Fushimi, but once inside, they started calling him Mr. Fushimi.

"This is too expensive," Fushimi Shika said, shifting her body slightly. "Are we having a talk therapy session or just chatting?"

"Casual chat."

Miyazaki Yuko gave an affirmative answer, and then helped Fushimi Shika raise the back of the recliner so that he could sit up and maintain a level gaze: "What do you think of me, Fushimi-kun?"

“A beautiful psychologist,” Fushimi Shika said.

“Thank you for the compliment, I’m very happy,” Miyazaki Yuko said with a smile. “Anything else? What’s your impression of me?”

"Impression... is quite good." Fushimi Shika knew she was trying to relax and lower her guard. This was the first step in psychotherapy; if the patient didn't trust the doctor, no treatment could be effective, unless medication was used aggressively.

"Hey, is it that general?"

With her arms resting on her knees and her body leaning forward, her left hand on her right palm, Miyazaki Yuko tilted her head slightly and looked earnestly at Fushimi Shika, her hair falling from her forehead, like a gentle elder trying to have a heart-to-heart talk: "Could you be more specific?"

Fushimi Shika did not answer, but instead asked, "What do you think of me?"

He didn't think Miyazaki Yuuko had any malicious intent; he just instinctively felt a resistance to this kind of psychological voyeurism.

He feels very uncomfortable if others know what he is thinking; conversely, he gradually relaxes if he knows what others are thinking.

Miyazaki Yuuko hummed in agreement, a thoughtful expression on her face, before saying earnestly, "Judging from his appearance, I think Fushimi-kun is very handsome, especially his eyes... You must be very popular with the opposite sex, right?"

Fushimi Shika was too embarrassed to admit that he didn't usually go out and socialize, so he shamelessly nodded in acknowledgment and pressed on, "Anything else? What's your impression of me?"

"Well, I think Fushimi-kun is a very optimistic person."

Miyazaki Yuko's eyes never left Fushimi Shika. Her gaze was neither sharp nor intense, and it didn't even make people feel pressured. Instead, it gave people the feeling that, "Ah, she's listening to me seriously."

"Why do you say that?" Fushimi Shika also began to sized her up.

"Because I see no sign of despair, I suppose you, Fushimi-kun, take death lightly? Or perhaps you cherish the present moment?" Miyazaki Yuko asked tentatively.

In her eyes, Fushimi Shika was a terminally ill patient; otherwise, there would have been no need for her to try the "end-of-life care" treatment.

"Yes, being a policeman is dangerous, but I'm used to it." Fushimi Shika put on an act, making a few profound remarks, feeling like Andy Lau from Infernal Affairs.

Miyazaki Yuuko smiled but did not comment. She then changed the subject and began to introduce herself.

According to Miyazaki Yuko herself, she is under thirty years old this year, and her exact age is kept secret because a woman's age is a secret. Arima Toshio was her mentor, and she interned under Arima Toshio for a period of time. After graduation, she worked at Arima Toshio's clinic, mainly seeing patients with insomnia.

In addition, she loves takoyaki and various kinds of grilled meat. After get off work, she likes to drink some malt beer alone at home. She has a habit of exercising, but she can never lose weight. Occasionally, she makes some handicrafts, such as plush toys, sweaters, small paper cuttings, etc.

Her current goal is to save up some money to get a golden retriever. Keeping a pet in the city is quite expensive, and she worries she won't be able to take good care of the dog, so she hasn't taken any action yet.

Finally, Miyazaki Yuko joked, "Look, I'm just an ordinary person, not a man-eating old hag."

Fushimi Shika understood what she meant, coughed twice, and explained, "I really didn't mean to not sleep, it's just... um, it's just... this chair is too comfortable."

Miyazaki Yuko smiled and said she understood; if she were in her shoes, she wouldn't want to be hypnotized by a stranger either. If Fushimi Shika really didn't want to, then that would be it for today, and they could consider coming back for a follow-up appointment later.

Feeling bad, Fushimi Shika said, "It's alright, I'm ready now."

“If you can’t sleep, there’s really no need to force it,” Miyazaki Yuko waved her hand, stood up and said, “Psychotherapy is meant to make you feel more at ease, not to add to your psychological burden… Let’s talk about this when you don’t mind anymore.”

Fushimi Shika got up to leave, but then remembered Kazama Takusai's various changes and the magical effects of the hypnosis tape. He lay back down and asked about the tape.

"Oh, you know Mr. Kazama?"

Miyazaki Yuko looked surprised. Kazama Takusai was also one of her patients. Dr. Arima did not treat clients with assets of less than 20 million yen. If a client did not wear a designer suit or a luxury watch, he would use the excuse of not being available to push the case to his assistant, Miyazaki Yuko.

After telling Fushimi Shika about this, she begged him not to tell anyone, otherwise, if Dr. Arima found out, she might lose her well-paying job.

Mental health has always been a niche field in Japan and has been largely neglected. The market was already struggling, and with the economic downturn of the past two years, if she is laid off, she may face permanent unemployment.

"It's a promise, this is our little secret."

Miyazaki Gardenia insisted on making a pinky promise, so Fushimi Shika had no choice but to comply, making her recite the ancient incantation "Pinky promise, hang yourself for a hundred years, never to change" in a tone meant to coax a child.

Now that it has been confirmed that the hypnosis tapes were made by Miyazaki Yuko, Fushimi Shika expressed his desire to experience the feeling of lucid dreaming and asked Miyazaki Yuko to record a few exclusive tapes for him.

"This one……"

Miyazaki Yuko looked troubled.

Fushimi Shika could only promise that he would do his best to fall asleep and would never pretend to be asleep like before, singing corny songs under the guise of being hypnotized.

Miyazaki Yuko agreed, but after the two of them played around for a while, Fushimi Shika became even more energetic. The more he tried to sleep, the less he could fall asleep... Especially after he closed his eyes, he began to look forward to the dream that followed, and his body became even more excited.

This can't go on like this. Miyazaki Yuko suggested taking medication, such as melatonin or a small amount of sleeping pills, to help Fushimi Shika fall asleep.

"Then let's get some melatonin."

Fushimi Shika was worried about the safety of prescription drugs these days, so he dared not take sleeping pills.

Miyazaki Yuuko got up, opened the cabinet, took out a box of colorful gummies, and said in a Doraemon-like tone, "Ta-da! Melatonin gummies! These are homemade, they taste really good, come and try some... Ah~ open your mouth~"

She opened the lid, took out a gummy candy with her fingers, and held it to Fushimi Shika's mouth. The latter wanted to ask her if she had washed her hands, but felt that would ruin the atmosphere, so Fushimi Shika held back and obediently opened her mouth, letting her feed her a gummy candy.

Fushimi Shika chewed it up; it was sweet and sour, and tasted really good.

He finished eating and swallowed, then lay back down on the recliner and closed his eyes. Just in case, to avoid having a nightmare he couldn't wake up from, he hid a nail clipper in his palm.

Miyazaki Yuko drew the blinds and turned off the lights in the consultation room, darkening the room so that both of them could only vaguely see each other's silhouettes.

About ten minutes later, Fushimi Shika felt his eyelids getting heavier and heavier, and sleepiness washed over him. He didn't resist, but changed his position and fell into a deep sleep.

He could vaguely hear Miyazaki Yuko's voice, but in his drowsy state, he couldn't make out what she was saying. All he wanted to do was sleep, to drift off to sleep.

Soon, he lost his sense of time, and his consciousness sank into darkness.

After an unknown amount of time, Fushimi Shika heard the sound again.

His consciousness gradually gathered, and a familiar iron gate appeared before his eyes, with three numbers sprayed on it in white paint.

"137"

Fushimi Shika remembered this door; he had lived behind it for a time.

(End of this chapter)