Tokyo Detective

Chapter 433 The Agent Falls into a Trap

Naoki Hanyu didn't care about any of that. He was just playing along. If the other party dared to resist, he would deal with them. Although it would be a bit troublesome, it wasn't unacceptable.

This is the first time I've seen a semi-coercive situation like this. It's quite a unique case of a police officer breaking the law.

Naoki Hanyu brought his nose close to her snow-white neck and sniffed.

"It smells so good! You should wear that perfume. I'll ask Shengzi to buy it for you too."

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Marika had already entered agent mode; her arms, smooth as fine porcelain, were not as delicate as they appeared, and Naoki Hanyu could feel the tough muscles beneath her skin.

Whether it's the thigh, the waist, or the arm, it could easily strangle an ordinary person—no, it could even strangle a cow.

That makes sense when you think about it. Anyone in this world who can be considered a top agent, even if they aren't at the level of a monster martial arts master, should be very close.

Marika's beautiful eyes were captivating, like silk threads, especially the gold threads in her dark pupils.

"Would you like to try my pizza?"

"Okay, you feed me."

Marika nodded, bit off a slice of pizza with her teeth, and offered it to him, feeling both nervous and expectant.

Eat up, eat up, you definitely won't regret it. The pizza has special mushrooms added, and combined with your body odor and hypnotic powers, no one can escape its effects during missions, whether they are martial arts masters or monsters.

Marika had already imagined someone drooling and grinning like an idiot, and she really wanted to see it.

Naoki Hanyu did not refuse to be fed and ate it all in two or three bites, even nibbling on the bright red "Chun".

As Marika clenched her teeth, waiting for the drug to take effect, an ordinary monster would only last 10 seconds under the combined attack of the three, but the man in front of her was so strong that it might take more than a minute. It all depended on who could outlast whom.

Time passed second by second, and the air seemed to become ambiguous.

Marika suddenly stiffened.

Mount Everest is completely under control, which is extremely rude.

This man is too impatient; I really want to wait until it's all over before I kill him.
Kill him, castrate him, or beat him up?
Marika hesitated, not because she felt sorry for the monster, but because she had once tried to hypnotize it for an experiment. The pain had woken the monster from its hallucinations, and it would have been very troublesome if she hadn't had a submachine gun at the time.

She dared not gamble that her attempt to kill the man known as the strongest in Japan would be a one-hit kill; she'd heard that even guns couldn't kill him, and if he woke up, she'd be in big trouble.

According to research, my physical condition is such that I can live to around 130 years old. Although I am over 40, my bodily functions are still as active as a woman in her 20s. I dare not gamble with my future.

"Let's play it safe."

The fragrance inside the room became even stronger. A stray cat that had sneaked in smelled the aroma and fainted just a dozen meters away. Naoki Hanyu also loosened his teeth.

This development brought a smile to Marika's face.

"Is it about to collapse?"

Naoki Hanyu's eyes seemed to become unfocused as he asked.

"What did you say?"

"It's nothing, how about..."

Before Marika could finish speaking, she was pressed down onto the sofa. The other person's strength rendered her unable to move. Experiencing firsthand the strongest power in Japan truly shocked Marika.

Her physique, as someone had guessed, was close to monstrous. In addition, her martial arts master skills were far beyond what ordinary martial arts masters could match. This was the equivalent exchange of hundreds of infant lives.

That hateful face sank into the canyon.

"Wait, please wait a moment."

Time passed second by second, and the rude Naoki Hanyu suddenly stopped moving, leading Marika to believe that he had completely entered a hallucination.

"Damn monster, get the hell away from me."

A long leg tried to push a man away, but failed; the man was like a boulder firmly planted in the soil.

Marika struggled to sit up, immediately feeling furious. When had she ever suffered such injustice? But she endured it for the sake of the mission.

"Mr. Yuzuru, Naoki?"

Her shouts went unanswered. Just as Marika was confirming that she had succeeded, she was suddenly lifted up and that despicable man actually slapped her buttocks while fully conscious.

"Time to get down to business, my wings."

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Several hours later, when Marika woke up in bed, it was already two in the morning.

The female agent instantly looked around nervously. There was no one in the bathroom, and she couldn't hear anything outside the room. Fortunately, the man had already disappeared.

Marika was about to get out of bed when the pain in her body made her frown.

"That monster."

She herself was barely a monster, yet she was still knocked unconscious. One can imagine how brutal that monster was. An ordinary woman would have died ten times over.

Marika looked down at the various marks on her body that hadn't yet faded, and gritted her teeth in hatred. It was a truly humiliating disgrace.

"Forget it, business matters."

Soon, Marika was completely stunned as she looked at her beautiful body in the mirror.

"No, nothing at all, no hair, no scalp, not to mention that... that wretched man seems to have carried me to the bathroom to wash me?"

The female agent, realizing she had wasted her time, gritted her teeth in anger. She broke down, realizing it was an unprecedented and humiliating disgrace.

"Being bitten by a dog once is still being bitten, being bitten twice is still being bitten, I won't give up." Marika smiled charmingly at herself in the mirror, she refused to believe that with her looks and figure, she couldn't charm a damn scumbag.

Unbeknownst to her, two clones were lying on the grass outside, gazing at the sky. Of course, someone wouldn't let them roam freely; if they went to see their superior, they would be caught in one fell swoop.
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The following evening, Marika waited until someone returned and extended an invitation, which was rejected.

Naoki Hanyu waved his hand and said.

"I have something to do today, let's do it another day."

"When was it that I started missing you?"

Naoki Hanyu shook his head in disappointment as he looked at the ordinary T-shirt and jeans.

"This outfit doesn't suit you."

Marika understood perfectly well what she meant: the man who had taken advantage of her was disgusted by her plain clothes, so she could only watch him go home.

"Damn stinky man."

That evening, a female agent tried on many clothes at various lingerie stores.
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On the third day, the female agent, dressed in a sexy and fashionable outfit, stopped Naoki Hanyu again when he returned. This time, the two didn't waste any words and embraced as soon as they entered the room.

"It's seeped into the very marrow?"

Marika lowered her head, not wanting to waste any more words. She wrapped her arms around the man's strong neck and offered her a fragrant kiss until her brain felt a little oxygen-deprived and she let go.

Marika slowly opened her coat, revealing sexy lingerie and stockings underneath. Her long legs paired with red high heels were incredibly alluring.

"Like it?"

Naoki Hanyu proved it with his actions, as he embraced the slender yet powerful waist and pressed his forehead against the other's.

"You look so beautiful today, I love you to death."

Looking at that handsome face, Marika couldn't help but think of a saying: "A man's words are deceitful."

What could she do? She could only finish her mission and leave this damned country as soon as possible. After all, she had been a secret agent for 30 years and had never seen anyone wipe out the entire CIA. She was afraid that if she stayed too long, some extremist organization would come knocking on her door.

And so, the female agent went from a knight looking down on her superior to a lamb looking up to her master, until finally her face was covered with a charming blush, and her golden-rimmed eyes turned white and she fell into a coma as her own voice, as beautiful as a painted eyebrow, faded away.

A few hours later, Marika looked at her clean body and fell into deep thought. The man had washed again. What was he doing?
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On the fourth day, the female agent, dressed in fashionable attire, opened the door again and extended an invitation to Naoki Hanyu, who was driving back.

"Naoki, I made a cake, do you want to eat it?"

Naoki Hanyu carefully examined the other person, and finally shook his head.

"No, I've been preferring rabbits to fashionistas these past few days. Maybe next time."

As the car drove into the yard, Marika quietly closed the door, but she could barely contain her anger.

"That despicable man wants a bunny girl? Why don't you just die?"

A dozen minutes later, Marika drove back to the lingerie store, but this time she chose bunny girl outfits in different colors, some conservative and some daring. She was so overwhelmed by the variety that she couldn't help but exclaim in amazement.

With the female shop assistant's expert-like explanations, she learned a lot more strange knowledge.

"As expected of Japan, which popularized the bunny girl trend, they have so many variations."

Although the first generation of Playboy Bunnies seems to have appeared in America's Playboy Club in 1960, it was Playboy magazine that introduced the world to the Playboy Bunny for the first time.

However, it was Japanese film and animation that truly popularized the bunny girl image in certain fields, and of course, the sex industry also played a significant role.
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On the fifth day, Marika, dressed in a sexy black bunny girl outfit and tights that covered her long legs, finally managed to get someone to sneak into her house at 10 p.m.

One by one, the expensive pieces of equipment were thrown on the ground. Someone wished he could turn the female agent into a Barbie doll, and she kept trying on the "clothes" he had bought over the past few days.

There are outfits for all kinds of temperaments, such as pure, sexy, intellectual, noble, cute, etc.

Faced with someone's intense gaze, Marika went from feeling ashamed and humiliated at the beginning to being completely unmoved. Let them look, it won't hurt them, as long as the mission is completed.

Actually, thinking about it, the man in front of me wasn't bad either, and that feeling of almost suffocating was something I'd never experienced before. I'll just treat it as a performance.

Marika skillfully cradled her head; it would still be long tonight.

At 5 a.m., Marika finally opened her eyes just before someone was about to leave.

Her fair and smooth skin was still covered with marks, but Marika's heart was filled with anger.

"Naoki, didn't I say to wake me up if you wanted to take a shower?"

Naoki Hanyu spread his hands.

"I couldn't wake you up, so we took a shower together. I'm sorry, I'm a germaphobe and I won't sleep with a dirty woman."

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Marika's chest heaved with anger; her suspicions had been largely confirmed, though she had previously held onto a sliver of hope.

"Now you know my real purpose, don't you?"

"What purpose?"

Marika was even angrier when she saw the man pretending to be stupid. Did the despicable guy really think she was a stupid woman? Her tone immediately became more aggressive.

"My purpose in approaching you."

Seeing this, Naoki Hanyu sat on the edge of the bed and sighed.

"Aren't you afraid I'll kill you if you tell me? I was clearly planning not to mention it."

(End of this chapter)