Tokyo: Rabbit Police and Her Evil Partner

Chapter 509 Hugging and Sleeping

These words were a slap in the face to Lu. He was about to argue that the dream of losing his limbs didn't count when he heard the sound of flushing water coming from the toilet. Ping Yingzi, with a pained expression, weakly pushed open the door.

"How are you feeling? Are you feeling better?" Yuan Yuzi asked.

Ping Yingzi shook her head, crawled back into her little quilt, lay down straight, and put her hands on her stomach, trying to warm it up.

Fushimi Shika, standing nearby, gloated, "There might even be parasites!"

Yuan Yuzi patted his shoulder with her small hand, scolding him for talking nonsense: "It's one thing to not care about your sister, but why curse her? If she really has parasites, you'll be the one paying for her medical treatment."

Fushimi Shika scoffed, not refuting the claim that he paid for her medical treatment, but simply said, "I'm just teaching her a lesson."

As he spoke, he lay down with his hands behind his head, crossed his legs on the bedding, and looked like Nobita Nobi taking a nap: "This is what they call 'the old folks who don't listen to advice suffer the consequences.' It's not like I didn't remind her. Who told her to be disobedient and have no basic respect for her elders?"

Gen Tamako thought this made sense, so she turned around and started lecturing Hira Sakurako, telling her to listen to her brother.

As the saying goes, the eldest brother is like a father; in other words, Fushimi Shika is her father.

"..."

Hira Sakura covered her head with the blanket, not wanting to speak.

Minamoto no Tamako was still chattering on and on. She just loved to meddle and nag. She had complained that the clothes Fushimi Shika bought for Sakurako were not nice, so she went to the mall herself to buy new clothes for Hira Sakurako.

Hira Sakura couldn't take it anymore. She knew Tamako's personality. If she let Tamako continue like this, this matter would never end, and Fushimi Shika would really become her father.

That's absolutely out of the question. She believes men turn bad when they become fathers, especially since Fushimi Shika is already a bad seed. If he were a boss, that would be better; she could work and learn at the same time, developing her skills alongside the boss – a truly happy family life.

But if they were father and daughter, Hira Sakura felt her life would become bleak.

"Why should I listen to him?" she asked, pulling back the covers.

Genji thought she had reached her rebellious phase and was about to give her a long-winded lecture on filial piety, but then Hirako continued to ask, "If your grandfather objects to your relationship with Fushimi Shika, will you listen to him?"

"Eh?"

Yuan Yuzi was taken aback and couldn't answer for a moment.

If I were to say yes, wouldn't that chill the heart of this sunny, cheerful young man?
Don't let Fushimi Shika's current deadpan expression fool you; she's definitely listening intently! If she dares to say she'll listen to her grandfather, Fushimi Shika will probably say something like, "A wooden stake pierced by a nail will leave a hole," or demand another stamp or something...

But if she doesn't listen, how can she educate Sakura?

Just now she said that we should respect our elders, saying that the eldest brother is like a father, and that listening to our elders will not lead to any loss. She said that she is too young and inexperienced and is prone to making mistakes. Now she says that she will not listen to her grandfather. Isn't that just contradicting herself?

Genji Tamako could only stick out her little foot and kick Fushimi Shika's butt: "Sakurako is asking you, what will you do if Grandpa objects to our relationship?"

Fushimi Shika was indeed eavesdropping, but he didn't expect Minamoto no Tamako to pass the buck to him. He wondered where she learned this bad habit of playing dumb: "Objection overruled, we have two veto rights."

Ping Yingzi seized the opportunity, like a victorious general, and said with her little face raised, "Isn't that disrespecting elders? You don't listen to Grandpa, so why should I listen to you?"

Fushimi Shika said, "Take it or leave it. It's your own backside, and what you poop in is in your own pocket."

Yuan Yuzi kicked him again, criticizing him for speaking rudely, and telling him that he couldn't talk like that when he met her grandfather.

There are still ways and methods to educate children.

Yuan Yuzi, prompted by Lu's words, figured out how to respond. She embellished her words slightly and said, "It's different. Lu and I are adults and can take responsibility for our actions. Some things are not about right or wrong, but about choices. I chose this path, so I was already prepared to bear the risks."

Fushimi Shika added at the opportune moment: "Did you consider the risk of getting diarrhea before you ate seafood? No, right? That's the difference between us, an insurmountable chasm."

Ping Yingzi was still being stubborn, saying that she had thought it over and that even if she got diarrhea, she wanted to try the taste of seafood.

Fushimi Shika asked her again if she wanted to eat it again tomorrow, and she immediately fell silent.

"Alright, go to sleep early," Yuan Yuzi felt it was getting late, and her hair was completely dry, so she pulled the chandelier cord, lay down in bed, and said, "I have a lot of things to do tomorrow."

The room fell into darkness and became quiet.

The faint sound of ocean waves could be heard outside the window, stretching endlessly.

Yuan Yuzi urged everyone to sleep, but she herself couldn't fall asleep. She lay in bed, tossing and turning, her mind constantly replaying Ping Yingzi's words.

What if Grandpa objects to your relationship?

Yeah, what if? What if Grandpa objects?
Yuan Yuzi became increasingly anxious as she thought about it. Although it wasn't her meeting her boyfriend's parents, she was under just as much pressure.

Because she wasn't familiar with her maternal grandfather, having only met him a few times, and in her memory, he was a stern and unsmiling man who seemed very old-fashioned, she felt uneasy.

Perhaps because her biological clock hadn't reached bedtime yet, Yuan Yuzi wasn't sleepy at all. She lay in bed, pondering for two or three hours, but couldn't come up with any solutions; it only made her anxiety worse.

Minamoto no Tamako turned to her side; Hirako's head was tucked under the covers, she must have been asleep. She turned over again and looked at Fushimi Shika, unable to resist asking in a low voice:

"Lu Jun, are you asleep?"

Fushimi Shika was in a dazed, half-asleep state. His biological clock was very accurate; he usually went to bed around 11 or 12 at night and got up around 8 or 9 in the morning. If he had trouble sleeping, he would get up around 10 or 11. He didn't care if he was late, but if he was half a day late, he would just take sick leave.

Upon hearing the noise, Fushimi Shika froze for a second before his brain forcibly restarted, wondering why Minamoto no Tamako was calling him so affectionately in the middle of the night.
Could it be that……

He composed himself, cleared his throat, and replied in a low voice, "Not yet, what's wrong?"

Minamoto no Tamako had only asked casually, but she hadn't expected Fushimi-kun to actually be awake. Embarrassed to admit she was anxious, she could only mumble, "I...I can't sleep..."

Fushimi Shika's ears perked up like antennas, and upon hearing this, he perked up immediately. He lifted a corner of the blanket and gently patted it: "Want to come in and sleep?"

“Sakura is still here.” Minamoto Tamako became even more embarrassed, her face flushing slightly. “Why are you suddenly bringing this up?”

“I thought you were having trouble sleeping because you weren’t sleeping in the same bed as me.” Fushimi Shika paused, then said, “It’s okay, she’s asleep.”

"forget it……"

Yuan Yuzi felt inexplicably guilty. She glanced back and saw that Ping Yingzi's bed was still, as if she was really asleep.

Fushimi Shika used a classic scumbag line: "It's nothing, just a hug, nothing else, just sleeping together."

The person who invented the "cuddle to sleep" method was a genius.

Minamoto no Tamako was tempted. She was so anxious that she couldn't sleep and really wanted to get close to Fushimi-kun. But being in a room with a child made her a little uncomfortable.

After much deliberation, perhaps driven by a sense of transgression, or perhaps awakened to a traditional Japanese art form, or more likely because she was currently deeply in love with Fushimi-kun, she quietly agreed.
"All right……"

Fushimi Shika moved to the side. His night vision was better than Minamoto Tamako's, and he could see that Minamoto Tamako lifted the blanket, tiptoed up, and carefully crawled over. He found it very cute.

"Well……"

Fushimi Shika watched as she moved closer, her small hands groping and reaching into his blanket, before she slipped inside.

It's a soft, fluffy ball; when you hold it in your arms, you can smell a delicate fragrance.

Fushimi Shika lowered his head and saw Minamoto no Tamako with her hands on her chest, looking up at him with her eyes shining even in the night: "It's just a hug, you can't do anything else."

"Yeah, don't worry." Fushimi Shika placed his right hand on her waist and slid it down.

"What are you doing!" Minamoto no Tamako wasn't wearing her signature underwear, not wanting Fushimi-kun to see something he shouldn't.

If her strawberry panties are exposed, Fushimi might laugh at her, saying, "What a childish little girl," or see that she's not wearing a bra and mock her, saying, "Small ones are cute too"...

"Just a hug," Fushimi Shika said, feigning ignorance.

"Where are you holding your hands?" Gen Tamako's face turned as red as if it were about to bleed, and her breathing became increasingly rapid.

"I don't know, it's too dark, I can't see." Fushimi Shika casually pinched his waist, then said with an air of righteous indignation, "Hey, is this your waist? You've got a little belly, your belly is so big, you should lose some weight..."

“That, that’s not a belly… Who has a belly on the back of their thighs…” Minamoto no Tamako lowered her head and pressed down on Fushimi Shika’s wrist.

Mmm, that heart-shaped, perky butt feels so good.

Fushimi Shika obediently withdrew his hand and asked again, "Do you need a pillow? You'll get a stiff neck if you sleep on your side like that."

Genji asked softly, "Can I rest my head on your hand?"

Fushimi Shika hummed in agreement and extended his right hand.

Genjitama obediently looked up and let out a soft "Ah!" which surprised Fushimi Shika. She immediately realized what was happening, quickly covered her mouth, and turned to look at Hiraoko's bedding.

There was no response; it seems to be still fast asleep.

Gen Tamako breathed a sigh of relief, then said, "You're pressing on my hair!"

"Oh, I didn't notice." Fushimi Shika also sat up slightly, and after Minamoto no Tamako gathered her long hair and rested her small face on his right elbow, he lay down again.

His face was squeezed out with a bit of baby fat, making him look a bit like Shin-chan from Crayon Shin-chan.

Fushimi Shika felt a little itchy, but he wouldn't admit it was him who felt itchy; he thought it was Minamoto no Tamako's hair that made him feel itchy.

He leaned slightly closer, able to feel Minamoto no Tamako's breath, and asked in a whisper, "Want a kiss?"

Minamoto Tamako had a premonition of a 'kiss,' but she lied to herself, thinking it was just about cuddling while sleeping. It wasn't like they hadn't slept together normally before, so she ignored her sixth sense's warning.

Now her premonition had come true, and her heart was pounding:
"Sakura is still here."

Fushimi Shika repeated, "It's alright, she's asleep, she can't hear me."

Minamoto no Tamako was still a little worried, so she raised her index finger and pressed it against Fushimi Shika's lips: "No, we agreed that we would only sleep together, you can't break your promise."

"Just one kiss," Fushimi Shika said.

"Not even once," Yuan Yuzi snorted.

"Just a light touch," Fushimi Shika continued, raising the stakes.

Minamoto no Tamako somewhat enjoyed the feeling of Fushimi-kun pleading with her, and even felt a little pleased when she refused. She blinked and said, "So, do you want to use your stamp for the grand prize?"

Upon hearing this, Fushimi Shika leaned back tactically, sizing up Minamoto no Tamako. Determined that now wasn't the right time to use his grand prize, he immediately reverted to his Sigma Man form and said, "Suddenly sleepy, let's go to sleep." Minamoto no Tamako, unwilling to give up, pushed against his chest, like a pleading wife calling out to her impotent husband: "Wait, don't you want a kiss?"

"We agreed to just sleep together, you can't go back on your word. A man's promise is worth a thousand pieces of gold. I advise you not to make me a person who doesn't keep his word." Fushimi Shika transformed into a righteous and impartial official.

"It's okay, I won't hold it against you this time," Minamoto Tamako said, wanting to kick him in the stomach. Her fair little feet twisted and turned in the blankets, pushing Fushimi Shika back and forth. "Just use it, okay? I've already used the redemption ticket, why don't you use the grand prize!"

"Do you want to kiss me?" Fushimi Shika asked rhetorically.

Yuan Yuzi didn't speak; she curled her arches and nodded slightly.

Fushimi Shika could feel her nodding on his arm, and he immediately understood, seeing through Minamoto no Tamako's little scheme.

This guy wants to kiss her, destroy the prize stamp, and also wants nothing too outrageous to happen tonight.

Hmph, there's no such thing as a free lunch.
Fushimi Shika did not expose Minamoto Tamako's little scheme. He couldn't help but smile. Fortunately, the room was dark, and Minamoto Tamako probably couldn't see his expression: "Then beg me."

"Huh?" Gen Tamako sensed that something was wrong.

"Is this the attitude you have when asking someone for a favor?" Fushimi Shika rolled over, from lying on his side to lying on his back. He didn't pull his arm back, letting Minamoto no Tamako continue to use it as a pillow. "Sigh, never mind then, I'll just go to sleep."

Yuan Yuzi reached out and poked his cheek. Seeing that he didn't react, she had no choice but to suppress her shyness and whisper in his ear:
"Then...then...I beg you..."

Fushimi Shika felt that Minamoto no Tamako's breath was as fragrant as orchids, making his ears itch. The sound was like sweet glutinous rice cake, sticky and impossible to melt.

Wow, brushing your teeth before bed is such a good habit.

"Who are you asking? You need to be clear." Fushimi Shika became even more aggressive.

Gen Tamako shrank back, pinched his ear with her small hands, and said, "Please, Deer Lord."

“Lu Jun doesn’t sound good. It’s too formal to ask someone to call you Lu Jun.” Fushimi Shika turned to look into Gen Tamako’s eyes and asked, “Give me something nicer.”

Yuan Yuzi felt like her heart was being scratched by a cat; her head was spinning, she was both ashamed and itchy, and beads of sweat appeared on her nose. She could hear her own heartbeat, and felt like it was about to jump out of her throat if she opened her mouth.

Of course, Yuan Yuzi knew what nice nicknames there were, but she just couldn't come up with any of them.

How embarrassing!

She tried several times, hesitating to speak, but finally, in a fit of anger and embarrassment, she punched Lu in the chest: "I've begged you, what more do you want!"

"What a terrible attitude. I'm going to sleep now." Fushimi Shika closed his eyes.

Genjiro pouted and glared at him, waiting for him to soften his tone. But after waiting for a long time, Fushimi Shika seemed to be really falling asleep, his breathing becoming more and more even and long.

The previous romantic and ambiguous atmosphere vanished instantly. Unconvinced, Gen Tamako pressed her lips against Fushimi Shika's.

Fushimi Shika snapped out of his daze, opened his eyes, and was about to return the kiss when he saw the little guy turn his head away and face away from him, looking angry.

However, it was more comfortable to hug her from behind, as the curves fit her body perfectly, so Fushimi Shika didn't mind. He wrapped his arms around her and whispered in her ear, "Don't be angry, go to sleep early."

Yuan Yuzi said, "Give me a kiss and I won't be angry anymore."

Fushimi Shika asked from behind her, "Want to use the stamp for the grand prize?"

After a moment's hesitation, Yuan Yuzi, still a little greedy, said, "I want it."

“Never mind then,” Fushimi Shika said.

Yuan Yuzi got even angrier. She turned around and asked, "Is the seal more important than me?"

As soon as the words left her mouth, Yuan Yuzi realized something was wrong. How had she become that kind of little girl whose mind was only focused on romance? She used to look down on people like that!

No way! If Mom finds out, that would be terrible!

Fushimi Shika didn't reply, but quickly leaned closer and kissed her on the lips, saying, "Okay, I've kissed you, don't be angry anymore."

Yuan Yuzi was taken aback, then inexplicably felt a little happy. Immediately afterward, she wondered if she had been too easily appeased. She had completely lost her authority as captain! How could she possibly be the head of the household in the future?
Minamoto no Tamako decided to kiss him back forcefully, and then suddenly stopped just as Fushimi Shika was about to continue.

No matter how much Fushimi Shika begs, she won't agree to kiss her again! She has to get her revenge and make Fushimi Shika understand the seriousness of kissing indiscriminately!
So, Genji pressed Fushimi Shika's face down and kissed him again.

This kiss lasted for half an hour.

Fushimi Shika's tongue was numb from kissing her so much. He tried to push Kaito Tamako away, but she wouldn't let go, muttering things like, "You'll see," "Will you still kiss me like that in the future?" "You're such a licentious husband," "All you do is seduce people"...

"Alright, alright."

Fushimi Shika could only pinch her chin with his hand and casually pull two tissues from the side of the blanket to wipe his mouth: "Have you kissed enough? It's time to sleep."

Minamoto no Tamako thought to herself, "What a load of rubbish! Useless bastard!"
She tried to cling to him, baring her teeth and claws, but Fushimi Shika could only reach out and gently pinch the soft flesh of her waist.

Yuan Yuzi let out a soft moan and finally quieted down.

"Hmph, fine, I won't kiss you then."

She turned over, once again turning her back to Fushimi Shika.

This time, however, Minamoto no Tamako couldn't feel Fushimi Shika's lower body; it seemed to have moved to the other side. Minamoto no Tamako wanted to get closer to him, so she moved her buttocks back a little, but Fushimi Shika also moved back, refusing to touch her.

What is this doing?
are you angry?

Yuan Yuzi looked up, about to ask what was going on, when she suddenly caught a glimpse of light coming through the gap in Ping Yingzi's blanket.

"..."

Her heart skipped a beat; she had a bad feeling.

Fushimi Shikamaru was holding Minamoto no Tamako, intending to go to sleep peacefully, but Minamoto no Tamako suddenly broke free of his hands and sat up in bed.

Under his questioning gaze, Gen Tamako climbed out of bed again and quietly crept to Hira Sakurako's bedside.

Gen Tamako took a deep breath, mentally preparing herself, and pressed her ear against the crevice of Hira Sakura's blanket, listening carefully for a moment. She heard the sound of buttons being pressed on the game console.

Sakurako was playing video games in bed instead of sleeping in the middle of the night!

Gen Tamako was furious and was about to pull back the covers to criticize Sakurako's bad behavior when she heard other noises coming from under the covers.

——Click.

Ping Yingzi's blanket swayed slightly, as if she were disassembling some electronic component inside and then putting it back in, making a clicking sound.

"It's 9 PM on November 11th. Time to change the memory card and continue my daily recording."

Hira Sakurako's soft voice leaked out from the gap in the blanket.

Normal people can't hear such low sounds, but fortunately, Gen Tamako has keen senses and can detect sounds that others can't hear.

"Currently, I'm on level 16 of Tetris."

"I had diarrhea today, which affected my performance and made me feel bad. I might get stuck in a game."

"I'll learn from this experience and not eat seafood casually in the future."

"Correction: From now on, we cannot eat things that Fushimi Shika don't eat."

"Just now, Fushimi Shika and Minamoto Tamako were having some kind of romantic interaction. I heard some strange noises, but now it's quiet. They've probably fallen asleep. I'm making a note of it."

Note: No sexual activity today.

"This is only the second time they've interacted as a couple, which is quite rare and worth recording..."

As Yuan Yuzi was listening, she saw a video camera lens emerge from the gap in the blanket and be pointed right in front of her.

"..."

"..."

The video recorder abruptly slid back under the covers, and the faint light inside went out.

Yuan Yuzi was both ashamed and angry. She pulled back Ping Yingzi's blanket and loudly questioned, "How could you take pictures like that!"

Ping Yingzi pretended to be groggy, rubbing her eyes as if she had just woken up: "What do you mean by taking pictures secretly? I was sleeping."

Fushimi Shika pulled down the chandelier rope and asked, looking bewildered, "What happened?"

Without answering, Minamoto no Tamako stood up, holding Hiraoko's blanket, and scanned Hiraoko's bedding: "Where are the game console and VCR? Where are they hidden?"

“I put it in my suitcase, you saw it.” Hira Sakurako said in a tone that said, ‘Why are you being unreasonable?’ “Why are you disturbing my sleep…”

"Still pretending!"

Minamoto no Tamako's face turned red with anger. She felt that Hirasakurako had been corrupted by Fushimi Shika and had also learned to lie. She simply stopped searching, sat down cross-legged, and began to earnestly lecture Hirasakurako.

"Taking photos without consent is wrong and illegal. How could you do such a thing..."

"Lying is wrong too. Honesty is essential in relationships. Let me tell you a short story, and you'll understand..."

Legend has it that when Washington was a child, out of curiosity, he chopped down his father's beloved cherry tree with an axe. When his father discovered this, he angrily questioned him, but young Washington bravely admitted: "I cannot lie; I chopped it down with the axe." Instead of punishing him, his father said with satisfaction: "Honesty is more precious than a thousand cherry trees..."

Fushimi Shika chimed in from the side, "Old Man Washington died when he was eleven. The person who wrote this story is making it up."

Genji turned around and questioned Fushimi Shika about whose side he was on. He had already corrupted Hirako; if he continued to indulge her now, what would become of her in the future?

After she finished speaking, she relayed what she had heard to Fushimi Shika.

Fushimi Shika's gaze shifted to Hira Sakurako, who still had a poker face, but there was a hint of guilt in her eyes.

"Where's the video recorder? Hand it over honestly, or I'll have to search it."

Fushimi Shika reached out, looking like a headmaster asking for a cell phone: "Let me see what you've been filming."

(End of this chapter)