Tokyo Unnatural Forensics

Chapter 489, Despair! Mikoto under duress.
As dusk settled, in the quiet depths of a lane in the heart of Tokyo, the traditional ryotei "Riroku," hidden in the bustling city, lit up with warm lights. Ishihara Mikoto stood in front of the door, took a deep breath, and straightened her impeccably dressed clothes.

She felt a vague unease about her whereabouts and considered telling Uesugi Muneyuki about it. However, Uesugi Muneyuki was not invited to the invitation, and Mikoto, having been involved in the underworld, naturally knew what that meant.

The head of the Uesugi family arranged to meet her, but he didn't want Uesugi Muneyuki to find out.

Mikoto Ishihara was on high alert. For today's meeting, she chose a well-tailored, heavy-textured navy blue wool suit. The lapel of the top had clean lines that cinched her waistline just right, while the knee-length A-line skirt elegantly hugged her petite yet graceful curves. She wore a silk off-white shirt underneath, buttoned all the way up, revealing only a slender, long neck.

This attire spoke volumes about professionalism, meticulousness, and the extreme importance attached to this meeting—after all, the other party was the highly respected Professor Uesugi of the University of Tokyo, the 74-year-old head of the Yonezawa Uesugi family.

To complement this formal attire, she chose nude-colored Lycra stockings with extremely low transparency, almost blending into her skin tone, only shimmering with an extremely delicate and soft sheen under the light, outlining the elegant lines from her calves to her ankles. Moreover, the stockings were completely transparent at the toes. On her feet were a pair of dark brown suede mid-heel shoes, with pointed but not exaggerated toes and just the right heel height, which enhanced her aura without losing her composure, and made a restrained and crisp sound when she walked.

"Go for it, Misaka, you can do it!"

Guided by the female general, we passed through a secluded corridor and entered a tranquil Japanese-style room.

Uesugi Kuninori had arrived. The elderly head of the Uesugi family knelt on the tatami mat, wearing a traditional black kimono with the Uesugi bamboo and sparrow pattern. His hair was neatly combed, and he wore gold-rimmed glasses. Behind the lenses, his eyes were sharp and rigid.

When he saw Mikoto enter, he nodded slightly, his manners impeccable, but the moment his gaze lingered on her, his weathered brows furrowed almost imperceptibly.

This wasn't the first time he'd met Ishihara Mikoto, but after observing her up close, Uesugi Kuninori finally understood why his grandson adored her so much.

After bowing respectfully, Mikoto sat down opposite him. She tried her best to make her posture appear upright, even somewhat reserved, concealing all her outward "feminine qualities" under the strict suit.

However, there are some things that clothes cannot completely cover.

As she bowed slightly in respect, a few stray strands of hair fell casually, brushing against her smooth cheek. The warm indoor light illuminated her face, highlighting her naturally exquisite features—her bright and intelligent eyes, even as they shone with the light of knowledge and professionalism, couldn't hide a hint of natural charm in their allure. Beneath her straight nose were full, naturally rosy lips, naturally red even without heavy makeup. Her gaze was respectful and earnest, her voice clear and calm, yet possessing a soft quality in its tone.

Her posture was impeccable, but the well-fitting skirt and delicate stockings still subtly outlined the full curves of her young body and the smooth lines of her legs. The mid-heeled shoes, neatly placed behind her, unintentionally emphasized the slenderness of her ankles.

Uesugi Kuninori's gaze darted quickly away from her face several times, a sigh escaping his lips.

Compared to others, she was better off; at least she was of pure blood and, after all, a highly educated woman who graduated from Osaka University.

In fact, for Uesugi Kuninori, the most ideal successor would be either Watanabe Minami or Shirakawa Mai, because both of them are of pure blood and noble status. Shirakawa Mai is even more ideal, as she is the head of the Kanto Shrine Alliance and has a religious aura. Unlike the Watanabe family, there is a risk of future class decline. In Japan, it is very normal for religious traditions to be passed down, and it can also be closely integrated with the culture of Uesugi Kenshin.

Naturally, the Uesugi clan of Yonezawa were of noble birth, but their so-called aristocratic status was outdated and abolished by Emperor Munakata after World War II. Although Kuninori Uesugi was old-fashioned and conservative, it did not mean that he was unaware of his own status. The Uesugi clan was currently in a position of prominence because he was a professor at the University of Tokyo and his two grandsons were also students at the University of Tokyo, not because he was born noble. This was something that Kuninori Uesugi personally taught his two grandsons.

After several periods of ideological liberation, even the most conservative Japanese have progressed with the times. Highly educated women like Mikoto Ishihara who have made a name for themselves through their own abilities are generally respected by the Japanese.

But faced with this excessively beautiful, even somewhat "aggressive" young woman, he couldn't help but feel a lingering dislike and suspicion. In Uesugi Kuninori's preconceived notions, this kind of beauty seemed to have a subtle incongruity with the image of a "serious scholar," or even a suspicion of frivolity.

The atmosphere inside the ryotei was serene. Uesugi Kuninori skillfully prepared tea, his movements slow and ritualistic, as if this were not a meeting but a tea ceremony lesson.

Mikoto Ishihara sat upright, her posture elegant, yet she couldn't hide the wariness and unease in her eyes. She had a premonition that this meeting was anything but simple.

Kuninori Uesugi pushed a cup of bright green matcha toward Mikoto, his voice calm yet carrying undeniable weight: "Ms. Ishihara, please have some tea. I know you are busy with your career, but I am very grateful that you could take the time to meet me."

Mikoto bowed slightly: "Professor Uesugi, you flatter me. May I ask what brings you here today?"

She decided to take the initiative, despite her trepidation.

Kuninori Uesugi nodded slightly, took a thin folder from his briefcase, and without opening it, gently placed it on the tatami mat between them. This action caused Mikoto's pupils to contract slightly.

“It’s not really an order. It’s just that as people get older, they tend to reminisce about the past.” He spoke casually, as if chatting, “especially about Zong Xue’s childhood. He was in Tokiwa Junior High School in Gunma Prefecture back then, which was a beautiful time of his youth. I remember that his school doctor at the time was… Satomi? A very young and energetic lady.”

The surname "Satomi" and the name "Tokiwa Junior High School, Gunma Prefecture" were clearly uttered, like two cold pebbles thrown into a calm pond. Mikoto's smile instantly froze, and despite her best efforts to maintain it, her fingertips turned slightly white.

At that time, she took her husband's surname and was named Satomi Mikoto.

Uesugi Kuninori seemed oblivious to her change, continuing in his calm, historically recounting tone, "As far as I know, that beautiful school doctor, named Satomi Mikoto, showed Muneyuki... exceptional 'attention.' That attention seemed to far exceed the boundaries of teacher-student relationships, and it even... occurred before the end of that brief marriage?"

The forensic beauty's legs, covered in sheer stockings, tensed instantly, even her toes, wrapped in thin stockings, curled up.

Uesugi Kuninori paused, then finally looked up at her, his gaze as precise as a scalpel: "Should I call you Satomi Mikoto, or should I address you by your original surname, Ishihara Mikoto... Ms.?"

Mikoto's breathing suddenly became rapid, and all the color drained from her face.

Her worst nightmares were laid bare.

This was her greatest fear! And the thing she least wanted the Uesugi family to know!

Strictly speaking, Uesugi's family could have called the police regarding what happened between her and Uesugi Muneyuki!

After years of wandering in Tokyo, Ishihara Mikoto, driven by necessity, chose to find Uesugi Muneyuki. However, for this reason, she resolutely refused to become too involved in Uesugi Muneyuki's life again, refused to move into Sakata Bridge, and treated Minami, the legal wife, with utmost respect, all so that the Uesugi family would not know about this past.

But they still found out!
With a soft clatter, Mikoto accidentally knocked over the teacup with her whisk, spilling a small patch of green tea onto the tatami mat. Her face instantly turned pale, her pupils contracting in shock and fear. This secret, which she thought had been buried deep in time, had been so casually revealed by the old man before her.

What exactly does the other party want to do?
He's Zong Xue's grandfather!
Uesugi Kuninori seemed oblivious to her lapse in composure and continued, "I admire ambitious women. After your divorce, you relied on your own abilities and... your relationship with Muneyuki to establish yourself in the forensic field and achieve great success. That's truly remarkable."

These words caused the forensic doctor to feel as if she were being stabbed in the heart.

Yes, he had finally achieved some success, and had finally officially entered the University of Tokyo as Uesugi Muneyuki's only designated assistant. Just when his career was promising and his future was bright, everything suddenly took a sharp turn for the worse.

The career I poured everything into was like a drop tower, suddenly soaring into the air and then plummeting to the ground.
Uesugi Kuninori's tone shifted sharply: "But you should also be aware of how fragile the foundation of everything you've built is. A scandal involving a 'school doctor seducing underage students' could cause everything you've painstakingly built to collapse in an instant. The Metropolitan Police Department and the University of Tokyo will never allow such a stain to exist. At that time, you will lose not only your career, but also your foothold."

Mikoto's body trembled slightly; her deepest fears were laid bare in the sunlight. She opened her mouth, wanting to defend herself, but found that any words were pale and powerless in the face of such a definite threat.

“However,” Uesugi Kuninori’s tone suddenly softened, like an elder planning for a younger generation, and he said sincerely, “Ms. Ishihara, I do not want to ruin you. On the contrary, I called you here to give you a win-win opportunity, a guarantee that will allow you to stay by Muneyuki’s side forever and at the same time take your career to the next level.”

“I’m doing this for your own good, can you trust me? Actually, exposing this would be harmful to Xuesongmaru. I’m his grandfather, how could I harm him? I’m discussing a solution with you.”

Mikoto looked up abruptly, her eyes filled with surprise and uncertainty: "Professor, I...I am extremely rude and very sorry, but could you please...explain it more clearly?"

“I want you to have a child with Yukimatsu Maru.” Uesugi Kuninori’s tone left no room for argument: “The main family needs a healthy heir! You should know that Yukimatsu Maru has actually been adopted out as a son-in-law, he just hasn’t changed his surname.”

“This…this is impossible! Zong Xue…” Ishihara Mikoto almost immediately broke down in denial: “I don’t want to have children! I’ve told Zong Xue many times that I don’t plan to have any children!”

"Is that so?" Uesugi Kuninori stared intently at Ishihara Mikoto's alluring and charming face, a hint of a smile suddenly appearing in his sharp, aged, and cloudy eyes: "Ms. Ishihara, is it really that you don't want to? No, no, no, I think you have many concerns, don't you?"

“I…” Mikoto Ishihara was about to explain when Kuninori Uesugi gestured for her to listen to him first: “Let me finish speaking, Ms. Ishihara.”

"We will take all your concerns into consideration."

"Why don't you hear my terms first?"

(End of this chapter)