Tokyo: Rabbit Police and Her Evil Partner

Chapter 546 Imprisoned
It is well known that alcohol can easily cause people to lose control.

Watanabe Shun was starting to lose control. He lay on the waterbed and couldn't help but reach out to touch her white thighs.

Generally speaking, female waitresses don't mind being touched by customers. Afterwards, there's a step where they take off their upper bodies, apply shower gel or essential oil, and rub themselves all over the customer's body. They can basically do anything except take off their underwear.

Watanabe Shun used to be very particular, and he wouldn't touch the female waitresses when he was being served. He felt that touching them indiscriminately was a bit like being a perverted old man, and he thought the female waitresses would find it very offensive.

But this time was different. The waitress was too hot. He was incredibly lucky. Such a beautiful woman could only be ordered at this price when she first arrived. In a week or two... no, maybe tomorrow the waitress's price will double.

For bubble bath girls, their figure and looks are their assets.

Clearly, the woman serving him was well-off.

In addition, this bubble bath girl speaks Japanese and has a stage name, Ellie-chan. She speaks very enthusiastically and is very generous. Watanabe Shun rarely sees this kind of energy in Japanese girls, and as they chat, he finds that he and she get along very well.

This even gave Watanabe Shun the illusion that there was some chemistry between them.

Ellie-chan is not only good at chatting, but also at flirting. Perhaps Westerners are just better at socializing than Japanese people. She is enthusiastic, cheerful and humorous when chatting, and her eyes are dreamy and her red lips are alluring when flirting... Watanabe Shun couldn't resist for a moment and couldn't help but ask to speed up the service process.

Let's skip the flirting and massage at the beginning and get straight to the main event!
But Ellie, being a person of professional ethics, refused with a pitiful look: "No, if I skip the process, the boss will scold me for being lazy afterwards... Please bear with me a little longer."

As she spoke, she leaned close to Watanabe Shun's ear, her breath sweet as orchids: "As compensation, I'll give you some special service later~"

Watanabe Shun couldn't imagine how special the special service could be, after all, he had ordered the special service package... What exactly is the special service of the special service?
Skip half an hour here, the main event is about to begin. The two are in an indescribable position, completely pressed together. Ellie suddenly compliments them, saying things like, "Wow, that's amazing," "You must work out often," and "I love your figure..."

Watanabe Shun was completely swayed, genuinely believing that Ellie-chan liked his type. Before his alcohol-numbed brain could even process what was happening, he heard Ellie-chan continue to plead in his ear:
"How about... I'll pay a little more and you take me to a hotel?"

Upon hearing this, Watanabe Shun sobered up somewhat. Sex work was illegal; how could he, as a government employee, knowingly break the law?
His brain was saying: 'This is absolutely unacceptable. You have to have a bottom line. Even though she looks like Madonna, her breasts are bigger, her butt is perkier, and her legs are longer...'

Before the brain could finish speaking, the cerebellum took over: 'Without spending money, you'll never sleep with such a beautiful woman in your lifetime.'

Watanabe Shun tried to reassure himself, thinking that he was probably drunk and impulsive, and might indeed do something irrational. He pursed his lips and agreed.

Ellie helped him to his feet, and the two changed clothes together. Ellie wore nothing but a trench coat. She then pulled Watanabe Shun along, and the latter booked a room at a hotel next to the brothel.

Upon entering, the two, like dry tinder igniting a fire, embraced and entwined intimately.

……

Half an hour later, Watanabe Shun lay in bed, his heart filled with mixed feelings.

He felt a mix of lingering pleasure, guilt, and a desire for another round. Ellie-chan not only had a great figure, but her technique was also superb, leaving him wanting more.

That's enough, let's stop here. We can't make the same mistake again!

Watanabe Shun patted his face, his brain thinking: 'There are no discount coupons, the price isn't cheap, it's way over budget! I can't come to the bubble bath for the next two weeks, is wasting so much money really worth it...?'

At that moment, Ellie-chan crawled into bed.

Watanabe Shun's cerebellum regained its upper hand: 'Very worth it, let's do it again.'

……

Thus, the plum blossoms bloomed once again, or more accurately, three times.

Watanabe Shun not only overexerted his body, but also his wallet, and in the end he had to pay by credit card.

After receiving the money, Ellie didn't linger; she simply got dressed and went back to the store.

Watanabe Shun lay in bed, feeling a strange and intense emptiness in his heart.

He began to ponder the mysteries of the universe, the meaning of life, and the elegance of art... until a knock came at the hotel door.

Watanabe Shun thought it was Ellie-chan who had returned. He thought that maybe his skills in bed had won her over, making her want to leave her job and settle down with him, eventually getting married and having one or two mixed-race babies...

He wrapped himself in a bath towel, opened the door, and saw two policemen standing outside, one tall and one short.

Still an old acquaintance.

Watanabe Shun is a detective at the Sugamo Police Station, and these two policemen are detectives at the Shinjuku Police Station. Although they are from different districts, they met at the year-end party, and one of them is an alumnus.

Before Watanabe Shun could speak, the tall detective exclaimed in surprise, "What, it's you?"

The short detective wasn't very familiar with Watanabe Shun. He showed his police ID and said routinely, "Someone reported that illegal sex work is taking place in room 401."

"Who reported it?" Watanabe Shun's back began to sweat.

The tall detective shrugged: "You know the rules, it's usually anonymous, and even if it's not anonymous, you can't reveal the whistleblower's information to the public."

As he spoke, he peered around and said, "It must be a false alarm, after all, you are... what kind of smell is that?"

The short detective also smelled the strong fragrance of heather. He gestured with his hand and said, "Could we go in and check?"

Watanabe Shun cursed the scoundrel who had reported him behind his back. Why did he have to meddle in such a trivial matter? Countless people were selling their bodies every day. Why didn't he report the regulars instead of him?

He didn't have time to think it through, so he could only force a smile and say, "Forget it, I'm not feeling well right now, I'm not even dressed yet... It must be a false alarm, don't worry about it."

The tall detective looked Watanabe Shun up and down. He was an experienced detective and could tell at a glance that Watanabe Shun was lying.

But out of consideration for his colleague, he decided to do Watanabe a favor: "Alright, it might be a false alarm."

After saying that, he tugged at his partner's sleeve and tilted his head. The shorter detective understood and said to Watanabe Shun, "Be more careful next time."

"Mmm..." Watanabe Shun nodded vaguely, blushing slightly.

The tall and short detectives left, and Watanabe Shun breathed a sigh of relief, intending to destroy the crime scene. He threw all the condoms into the trash can, put them in a garbage bag, and carried the garbage bag home after checking out.

There are basically no public trash cans in Japan, and you will be fined if you litter, so he had no choice but to take this thing home.

A strong sense of shame and guilt welled up in Watanabe Shun's heart. After returning home, he took a shower and opened a bottle of beer, intending to get rid of the alcohol.

The black plastic bag was on the table, and Watanabe Shun couldn't do anything about it for a while.

Throwing it in the toilet would definitely clog the toilet; if you just threw it in the apartment's garbage sorting station, the recycling workers would definitely find it. Actually, it wouldn't matter if they found out, who doesn't have a sex life these days? But Watanabe Shunsuke had just gone through a room check at the hotel, and he was a bit paranoid. Under the influence of alcohol, his mind wasn't as sharp as usual.

Although he's not usually very smart.

After much deliberation, Watanabe Shun decided to call his friends and ask them what the best course of action was.

He dialed three or four numbers, exchanged pleasantries for a while, but still couldn't bring himself to ask the question.

How do you ask someone about something like this? Are you supposed to say, "Hey bro, I had sex and now I don't know what to do with the used condom"? ...Even he himself would feel nauseous just hearing that.

hateful!

Watanabe Shun felt increasingly regretful, realizing he shouldn't have only thought about momentary pleasure.

How about we ask Fushimi-kun? He's got a lot of clever ideas; maybe he can handle it...

Before Watanabe could dial, the doorbell rang again. He got up to open the door, and there were two policemen standing outside, one fat and one thin, his colleagues from the Sugamo Police Station.

"Ah, it's Ah Jun," the chubby detective said. "Sorry to bother you with this late-night visit."

"What's wrong? Is something the matter?" Watanabe Shun had a bad feeling.

The skinny detective chimed in, "Someone reported that the resident of 1201 brought dangerous items into the apartment... It's probably a false alarm, just another case of the old lady being paranoid."

Being reported twice in one day, even someone as oblivious as Watanabe Shun could sense something was wrong. He frowned, leaned out the door, looked around the hallway, and asked疑惑地问道, "Who reported me?"

The chubby detective said, "You know the rules, you have to keep it a secret."

Watanabe Shun let out a soft "hmph," unsure of what to do next.

The skinny detective asked, "Just routine. Would it be convenient for us to go in and check?" As he spoke, he rubbed his hands together, looking excited, and added, "And have a couple of beers while we're at it."

Nobody dislikes slacking off at work. Since it's rare to be out on fieldwork without any serious tasks, why not relax a bit?

“Uh, this…” Watanabe Shun glanced back at the plastic bag: “How about another day, another day…”

The skinny detective was taken aback, sensing that Ah Jun was acting a little strange.

Watanabe Shun never says "another day" when he drinks; he always drinks now, immediately, right away. He also never refuses anyone to come into his house. It's no exaggeration to say that Watanabe Shun never misses any opportunity to drink. If it weren't for his good drinking capacity and behavior when drunk, he would probably be mistaken for an alcoholic.

The portly detective narrowed his eyes, recalling some unpleasant rumors circulating in the police station…

A while ago, the Metropolitan Police Department conducted a drug raid, and Watanabe Shun seized the most drugs, instantly becoming a star officer. However, no one knew exactly how those drugs were seized. The detective in his team had never been on a call. Occasionally, he would provide some clues, but they only caught small fry, which didn't match the amount of drugs seized at all.

At the time, rumors circulated that Watanabe Shun might be an informant for the yakuza. No one took it seriously, assuming it was just jealousy of Watanabe Shun's achievements.

But now it seems that the rumors might be true.

Perhaps, Ah Jun really does have a problem...

The overweight detective tiptoed over Guo Bianjun's shoulder and saw the black plastic bag on the table. His heart sank. He turned to look at the thin detective, whose eyes also conveyed two words:
'Suspect'.

Watanabe Shun assumed his colleagues were as easy to deal with as the Shinjuku detectives, and since they were on better terms with him, there was no reason for him not to give them face. So Watanabe Shun gave a casual reply and prepared to close the door.

The chubby detective suddenly stepped in, blocking the doorway, and said, "At least let us in for a drink of water, okay? We're really thirsty after walking all this way."

If you can expose a key informant for the gang, you'll definitely get a promotion and a raise afterward, and maybe even become a star officer and make the headlines of "Criminal News"...

Watanabe Shun was taken aback and asked, "Are you reciting the lines your instructor taught you during training?"

The police station holds special training every month, where instructors teach practical tips, including "how to enter a suspect's home to search without a search warrant." The first step is to lower the suspect's guard by saying things like, "At least let us in for a drink of water; we're really thirsty after walking all this way." As long as you get their verbal consent to enter the house, you've won.

The chubby detective received training, and so did Watanabe Shun.

"No, how could that be? We're really thirsty," the chubby detective said with a smile.

“Here,” Watanabe Shun handed over his freshly opened beer, “I haven’t drunk it yet, it’s clean.”

“We want some water,” the thin detective emphasized.

Watanabe Shun finally realized something was wrong. With a mixture of confusion and fear, he carefully examined his former colleagues. He noticed that one of them had a forced smile on his face, while the other's eyes were filled with vigilance.

what happened?

Could it be... that they've come to arrest me?
Watanabe Shun didn't want to be tainted, nor did he want his career as a detective to end because of such a trivial matter. He turned and ran, rushing into the living room, lunging at the black plastic bag, intending to throw it down the toilet and flush it away.

This isn't a drug case; there's no need to search the sewers. Just flushing the condom away will make his colleagues abandon the investigation, finding it too troublesome. He knew his colleagues' nature very well…

However, just as Watanabe Shun rushed a few steps, the fat detective and the thin detective rushed in after him.

Thinking that Watanabe Jun wanted to destroy the drugs, the two of them perked up, thinking they had stumbled upon a major case that could lead to a promotion and a raise. They used all their strength to grab Watanabe Jun from both sides.

The three men started fighting in the living room, arguing over a black plastic bag.

Watanabe Shun held him tightly in his arms, shouting, "Brothers! Brothers! Let me go this time! I was just out of my mind—"

“Go talk to the judge!” the skinny detective shouted.

The fat detective pressed down on Watanabe Shun, making him unable to move; the skinny detective just kept picking at and tearing at the bag, no matter how much Watanabe Shun begged for mercy.

Neither side was willing to back down, and the struggle gradually escalated into a tug-of-war.

With a ripping sound, the black plastic bag burst open. The fat and thin detectives hurriedly covered their mouths and noses, fearing they might accidentally inhale drugs.

However, what awaited them was a face covered in liquid.

……

And so, Watanabe Shun went to jail for soliciting prostitution.

(End of this chapter)