Tokyo, the shady intelligence of private detectives

Naoko knelt on the tatami mat. During the tea brewing process, she took three rough porcelain teacups and placed them in a row on the tea tray.

Then she picked up the teapot, first poured the tea into the fairness cup, and then poured it into the three ceramic cups. Her movements were smooth and fluid, clearly showing that she was very skilled at this task.

Satsuki Yui watched Nako's every move intently, seemingly admiring her greatly.

Nako picked up the teacup with both hands and handed one cup to Satsuki Yui. The rough pottery teacup highlighted the clear, emerald-green tea.

Inoue Kazuhiko said solemnly, "Miss Mio, this tea is called 'Admiration,' and it was specially brewed for you by Miss Nako. Please enjoy it."

Satsuki Yui picked up her teacup and took a small sip. The fragrant tea, though just a small sip, invigorated her spirits.

She had felt a bit dazed from the aroma of the tea, but after taking a sip, the dazed feeling disappeared, replaced by a feeling of complete comfort.

"Excellent tea, truly excellent tea!" Yui Satsuki exclaimed sincerely.

Masahiro Hanyu also took a sip. Today's tea was somewhat different from what he had drunk before. After drinking it, he didn't feel any restlessness in his body, but rather a sense of peace in his heart.

However, this feeling made Masahiro Hanyu somewhat worried, as the hidden dangers were more lethal.

However, he had mentioned the tea situation, so Yui Satsuki should be on guard.

Inoue Kazuhiko clapped his hands, and a light came on from the wooden lattice door behind him, revealing a clear silhouette through the washi paper covering the door.

"Knowing that Miss Mio was coming, just drinking tea would be too boring, so I have prepared a dance for you both."

Soft music played from inside the door, and the figure of a woman was clearly visible.

Just from her figure, Masahiro Hanyu could recognize her as Ms. Kyoko. After all, he had watched Inoue Kazuhiko and Kyoko's forty-minute encounter, and the memory was still vivid.

Kyoko's figure danced gracefully to the music, and she took off her clothes one by one, her beautiful and graceful figure becoming more and more prominent under the light and shadow.

Satsuki Yui took a sip of tea. "Does Yamamoto-kun get to enjoy this kind of dance every time he comes for tea?"

Masahiro Hanyu shook his head. "Ms. Mio, you misunderstand. This is the first time I've seen this before. I didn't know Mr. Inoue had made such an arrangement."

Kazuhiko Inoue nodded. "Mr. Yamamoto is right. This was all prepared for Ms. Mio, so that you could appreciate the essence of my fragrant tea."

"Miss Mio just tasted sencha. Next, please try matcha, which even Mr. Yamamoto has never tasted before."

At this moment, Nako opened a lacquered box, took out two cherry blossom leaves and sweets, placed them on two small white porcelain plates, and pushed them in front of Satsuki Yui and Hanyu Masahiro respectively.

The soft, chewy outer layer of wagashi (Japanese sweets) wraps around a sweet red bean filling, which can neutralize the bitterness of matcha and protect the stomach. This is an essential step before enjoying matcha.

"Miss Mio, Mr. Yamamoto, this is something I made myself, specially prepared for you both."

Without any hesitation, Yui Satsuki picked up a wagashi (Japanese sweet), took a small bite, and chewed slowly. "Hmm, Nako-san's cooking skills are just as admirable as her tea ceremony."

It seemed that Miss Mio was completely unguarded. Inoue Kazuhiko's expression relaxed, and he winked discreetly at Yuzuru Masahiro.

"Mr. Yamamoto, I believe this tea tasting will be an unforgettable experience for you."

As Masahiro Hanyu ate his wagashi (Japanese sweets), he nodded, "Mr. Inoue's arrangements always bring surprises."

Nako brought over three rough earthenware tea bowls and used a bamboo tea ladle to scoop two spoonfuls of matcha powder into each bowl. She gently swirled the tea powder with a bamboo whisk to create a fine tea paste, then lifted the teapot and poured boiling water into the bowls.

The bamboo whisk spun rapidly in her hands, and soon a layer of dense, snow-like foam condensed on the surface of the bowl, making the tea aroma even richer. Yuzuru Masahiro felt the restlessness in his heart once again.

Yui Satsuki took the teacup from Nako, took a slow sip, and her eyes lit up. "Hmm, a different taste, more tempting."

Inoue Kazuhiko laughed. "This tea is called 'Unfettered Joy,' and it's the sacred tea of ​​the Fusheng Society. It's not something that's easily given to others to taste."

"Miss Mio, every sip of this sacred tea will give you a different taste. Please give it a try."

Yui Satsuki took another sip. "Hmm, it definitely feels different. It's like my body has been opened up."

"Fushenghui! What does that mean? Is it the brand of this tea?"

Inoue Kazuhiko's smile widened. "Pretty much. I'll explain more after Miss Mio has tasted it."

Masahiro Hanyu took a few sips of "Unfettered Joy," and because of the groundwork laid by drinking "Admiration" earlier, he now truly felt his body being opened up.

Kyoko, inside the wooden lattice door, had already taken off her last piece of clothing and was now making alluring movements, her breathing rising and falling rhythmically.

Masahiro Hanyu suddenly felt his body heat up, his face began to burn, and his body seemed to be having some unusual reactions.

Satsuki Yui's cheeks flushed, and her kneeling legs unconsciously tightened together.

It was the tea that created this inexplicable atmosphere; the dance inside the wooden lattice door acted as a catalyst, and the fragrant aroma of tea produced this unique ambiance.

She knew the reason, but Yui Satsuki found herself unable to resist wanting to continue drinking tea. She finished the tea in the bowl and then pushed it to Nako.

"Miss Naoko, this tea is wonderful, I'd like to have more!"

Yui Satsuki's voice became soft and slightly trembling, something Masahiro Hanyu had never heard before.

As Nako poured tea, Satsuki Yui reached out and tightly grasped Yuzuru Masahiro's hand.

Slippery, soft, and slightly damp on the palm.

Inside the wooden lattice door, Kyoko's dance moves became even bolder, and her suppressed breathing was no longer under control.

Satsuki Yui's eyes shimmered, and she clenched her fists tighter. "Yamamoto-kun, the feeling of the sacred tea is like being able to fly to the sky."

Inoue Kazuhiko asked calmly, "Ms. Mio, if Mr. Yamamoto were to take you flying now, would you be willing?"

Yui Satsuki suddenly bit her lower lip hard, then shook off Masahiro Hanyu's hand.

She shook her head vigorously. "No, Mr. Yamamoto is just...just a colleague, a senior!"

Masahiro Hanyu picked up his teacup and took a big gulp. "Ms. Mio, we are not colleagues."

Suddenly, he pulled Satsuki Yui into his arms and kissed her.

Their lips touched, soft and intertwined, and Yui Satsuki opened her peach blossom eyes wide in disbelief.

This action wasn't discussed before we came here. She wanted to push him away, but she felt like she had no strength left in her body.

She was a ninth-dan black belt, so how did she lose her powers at the crucial moment? She wanted to scold him, but her mouth was gagged, and she couldn't speak.

Oh no, Yuzuru is the one most affected by this tea; he might be out of control right now.

Satsuki Yui felt a little flustered. Was something shameful about to happen right here? She saw Yuzuru Masahiro raise his hand.

No, absolutely not! In front of Inoue Kazuhiko, absolutely not.

Just as Satsuki was about to retaliate, Masahiro Hanyu's hand suddenly changed direction.

He grabbed Nako's kimono and ripped it open with a "rip"...