Tokyo, the shady intelligence of private detectives

Instructor Yonemura took out a VIV lighter and lit the Heineken cigarettes in his and Masahiro Hanyu's hands.

"Now that Mr. Yamamoto has also joined the Fusei-kai, we are all one family, so it will be easier for us to talk."

"But you don't have a VIV lighter yet, so you must have just joined the club recently."

Masahiro Hanyu didn't hide anything, "Yes, I've just had tea at Mr. Inoue's tea room three times. Is this lighter a sign of having been a member for a longer time?"

Lecturer Yonemura slowly took a drag of his cigarette. "Being able to visit the tea room three times shows that Mr. Inoue values ​​you highly."

"But you don't have any Fusheng member badges, and you casually mention your membership to people. Obviously, you haven't been trained yet, and it seems the association is quite lenient with you."

"I guess... it's because of Miss Mio, right? The club values ​​Miss Mio highly, which is why they made many exceptions for you."

Yuzuru Masahiro hesitated, "Perhaps!" He couldn't say too much, for too much talk would lead to mistakes!

The lecturer, Yonemura, looked somewhat somber. "The more wealth you donate after joining the Fusheng Association, the greater the blessings you will receive."

"Miss Mio must possess an astonishing amount of wealth to be able to meet Naoko so soon after joining the organization; after all, she is already a senior volunteer."

"I don't have much wealth to contribute to the association, but luckily I have my little sister Nako. My parents died early, and I raised Nako; she is my property."

"She made me a volunteer in the association, and my contributions increased exponentially. Otherwise, I wouldn't have been able to become a Master of the Buddhist Academy, and of course, I wouldn't have been qualified to receive this specially made lighter."

"Master Zhengwu of the Ministry of Finance!" This must be a position within the Fushou Association. To avoid revealing any flaws, Masahiro Hanyu did not pursue the matter further.

Although this VIV lighter is a niche product, it is still sold on the market. Is there anything unusual about the one that a member of the Fusheng Society possesses?

Although Masahiro Hanyu had his doubts, it was not appropriate to ask them now, lest it arouse the suspicion of Instructor Yonemura.

He simply nodded slightly. "Miss Nako is very charming!"

Instructor Yonemura took a deep drag on his cigarette. "Nako...did she provide services to Mr. Yamamoto?"

"She is still a virgin and will save her for a very important new member."

"The fact that Mr. Yamamoto was able to meet Nako means that you are the important person."

Masahiro Hanyu exhaled a smoke ring. "Not yet, but it seems there is indeed such a plan."

Lecturer Yonemura stubbed out his cigarette. "Now that Mr. Yamamoto has joined the Fushou Society, Ozawa-san and Ms. Mio will be able to join sooner or later and become senior saintly volunteers."

At this point, Yonemura clenched his fist tightly. "If I work hard enough and can get into the attendant group, I'll have the chance to receive their services. I'm so excited!"

"When that time comes, I will definitely, definitely make them serve me fiercely."

Seeing Yonemura's somewhat excited expression, Masahiro Hanyu said calmly, "Mr. Yonemura, good luck!"

After learning that Nako was the younger sister of Lecturer Yonemura, Masahiro Hanyu had an idea based on the clues provided by the three pieces of information, but he needed to wait for the results of the sacred tea test from Yui Satsuki.

After the lecturer Yonemura left, Masahiro Hanyu returned to the bar, sat at the bar, and ordered a small glass of Asahi beer.

Ozawa Ayari filled his glass, pushed it towards him, and then asked in a low voice, "Mr. Yonemura, I'll drink your beverage. Is that alright?"

If Ayari Ozawa says this, it seems the drink she just had didn't have the special aphrodisiac effect of the holy tea, otherwise she would have felt it.

Masahiro Hanyu took a big gulp of beer. "There's nothing wrong with the drink that Ozawa-san is drinking, but the tea I drank not long ago was a bit off."

Ayari Ozawa asked curiously, "What's wrong? Will it affect my health?"

"Even if it's just to complete the task, safety should be the top priority."

Masahiro Yuzuru beckoned, and when Ozawa came closer, he whispered in her ear, "You had those thoughts after drinking the tea, you wanted it!"

Ozawa was taken aback. "What do you want?"

She immediately realized what was happening, and her face flushed red. "Oh, so that's how it is. Does Yuzuru-kun still... still want it?"

After such a long time, the restlessness in Masahiro Hanyu's body has subsided.

He lowered his voice further, so the other customers in the shop wouldn't hear, "If I still want it, does Ozawa-san have any way to help me?"

Ozawa Ayari swayed her slender waist and blinked her eyes. "I have a way."

She pointed outside the door, "Go right out the door, walk straight for two blocks, then turn right again. There's a red light there. It's not expensive; I heard you can get a satisfactory service for tens of thousands of yen."

Masahiro Hanyu raised his glass, downed his drink, and stood up. "Alright, I'll go look for it!"

Ozawa Ayari's eyes widened. "Ah, you, you're not really going, are you?!"

Masahiro Yuzuru blinked. "Just kidding. I really have an idea, and I'll tell you formally."

Ozawa Ayari was taken aback. "Ah, Yuzuru-kun, I..."

Masahiro Hanyu waved, "See you later!"

After leaving the bar, Masahiro Hanyu found a carving supply shop that was still open.

I purchased three carving knives as requested by Izayoi Akira: a double-edged knife, a triangular knife, and a bevel carving knife. I also bought a piece of boxwood suitable for micro-carving.

He didn't buy high-end carving knives like Kikuyu or Harada Ichibo, because they were too expensive. Furthermore, Izayoi only specified the type of carving knife, without specifying any requirements.

When I got back to my rented apartment, Izayoi Akira wasn't asleep. She was wearing Masahiro Hanyu's shirt, sitting cross-legged on the bed with her eyes closed, palms up and soles facing the sky, as if she were practicing some kind of martial art.

She didn't open her eyes when Masahiro Yuzuru entered the room.

Izayoi's feet were delicate and small, like exquisite white porcelain sculptures, and Yuzuru Masahiro couldn't help but glance at them a few more times.

He placed the carving knife and boxwood on the table, without disturbing her, poured himself a glass of water, and sat quietly to the side.

Today was quite busy, and the restlessness caused by the holy tea was quite exhausting. He leaned back in his chair and fell asleep without realizing it.

After an unknown amount of time, Masahiro Yuzuru woke up and opened his eyes upon hearing a rustling sound.

He noticed a shirt covering him, with a faint, pleasant fragrance. Izayoi Akira was sitting on the bed, her back to him.

She was completely naked, stark white!

The boxwood remained suspended in mid-air because of the rapidly spinning double-edged knife in her hand.

Masahiro Hanyu stood up. "Ms. Mingkong, what are you doing?"

Izayoi did not turn around. "I'm sorry, but when I'm doing Shinto Floating Life, I can't have any restraints on my body, otherwise I'll have distracting thoughts."

Masahiro Hanyu pointed to the bed surface, "You can't carve on my bed, it's all wood shavings."

Izayoi stopped, and the boxwood fell onto the bed. "Mr. Yuzuru, I put a cloth on the bed."

Looking at the naked Izayoi, Yuzuru Masahiro sighed. Thankfully, the effects of the sacred tea had worn off, otherwise…

"Miss Mingkong, you are not allowed to carve anything when I'm home from now on."

"Shinto Floating Life! What does that mean?"