Tokyo: After years of stagnation, the heiress of the yakuza arrives.

"Honey, I didn't say you could stop."

Aoko Jingu's inexplicably cold voice echoed in the room.

Kuroba Shido shuddered, a chill running down his spine.

She keeps calling me "darling," you damn old hag, who are you talking to? Who's your darling!

The sensation and pressure on his face hadn't subsided. Kuroba Shido got angry for a moment, then obediently got up, took the foot that Jingu Aoko had kicked on his face, put it back in place, and continued massaging it.

hateful……

It should be a reward, so why can't I feel happy?

Perhaps that's how people are. When they're young, they always dream of being an astronaut, but when they grow up, they find that there are no astronauts, only showing off to make you fly.

The result is that you actually fly, but then you're unhappy.

It's very similar to Shido Kuroba's current predicament.

When there's no one around, at the suggestion of the unscrupulous system administrator, even a passing dog can be interpreted as someone wanting to stab you or something.

Now that it's really time to have a go, Kuroba Shido doesn't dare to act recklessly anymore and can only watch obediently.

Eh...

There's no other way but to secretly retaliate a couple of times.

Push harder, push harder, push harder...

Massage techniques +1 +1 +1...

Kuroba Shido, a gentleman's revenge is never too late - 1-1-1...

Jingu Aoko lowered her eyes, watching Kuroba Shido lower his head again to massage her, her face expressionless.

My phone was still vibrating beside me.

"My best friend Xiaoqingqing is video chatting with me!"

"My best friend Xiaoqingqing is video chatting with me!"

The notification sound that Jingu Miko had set kept ringing, light, lively, and annoying, creating a stark contrast with the freezing atmosphere in the room.

Each time Shido Kuroba heard it, his fingers would stiffen slightly.

Jingu Aoko saw it all.

Kuroba Shido is not simply afraid of Miyazaki Kiyoshi.

This guy is afraid of trouble, afraid that the words he just said to save his life will turn into boomerangs coming back at him the next second... It's one thing to be stabbed, but to be stabbed back and forth, who can stand that?

Such people rarely speak the truth, and when it comes to survival, they can fold their dignity into paper airplanes and release them on the spot.

But some details just can't be hidden.

For example, right now, Shido Kuroba's hand on Aoko Jingu's ankle is not as stiff as it was at the beginning.

At the very beginning, even just getting close would make Shido Kuroba subconsciously tense up, like a wildcat being approached by a knife, his breathing carrying the pre-arranged plan to run away.

Things are different now.

Kuroba Shido was still afraid.

But the body has already gotten used to this distance.

Having grown accustomed to Aoko Jingu's proximity and touch, he could even perform the massage movements more and more skillfully while inwardly cursing.

Aoko Jingu dislikes things getting out of control.

I also don't like others crossing the line.

But Shido Kuroba is like an unusual source of pollution. Despite being sarcastic, poor, cowardly, and always ready to run away, he gradually turns what should have been annoying distance into something perfectly natural.

This is bad.

It's also very dangerous.

Especially considering that Kuroba Shido also spent the afternoon with Miyazaki Kiyoshi.

Looking at apartments, recording faces, providing hands-on instruction, physical contact—behind the cold, businesslike demeanor of club presidents and members, there was a subtle warmth that made Aoko Jingu feel uneasy.

Jingu Aoko's gaze softened slightly as she watched Kuroba Shido massage his head.

It was eerily quiet.

Kuroba Shido's heart skipped a beat.

My mind automatically conjured up abnormal status prompts from certain games, such as "Current status: Vinegar jar exploded, maximum battery level decreased, Lady Jingu entered territory awareness enhancement mode, it is recommended to continue massaging, do not stop, do not be sarcastic, do not show any expression of wanting to run away."

The Black Feather Warrior said, "..."

This suggestion is very constructive.

The problem is that he's the only unlucky guy sitting here in the house giving Aoko Jingu a foot massage. Isn't it a bit too late to pretend he doesn't exist?

Aoko Jingu finally picked up her phone.

The video call was connected.

The screen lights up.

Kiyoshi Miyazaki's face appeared in the frame.

Miyazaki Kiyoshi must have just returned to his room; his black hair wasn't completely dry yet, hanging down his shoulders. His expression remained calm, and his eyes were indifferent.

That calmness was different from Aoko Jingu's coldness.

Aoko Jingu's coldness is like a knife, while Kiyoshi Miyazaki's coldness is more like a laboratory instrument operating at a constant temperature.

There's no need to get angry or raise your voice; just watching quietly will make you feel like you've been broken down into data.

Kuroba Shido glanced at it only once before immediately lowering his head.

Pretend to be a massage therapist.

A poor, honest, harmless massage therapist who is diligently learning his craft.

Miyazaki Kiyoshi's gaze fell from the screen, first seeing Jingu Aoko, and then naturally seeing Kuroba Shido, who was massaging himself with his head down next to her.

The room fell silent for a moment.

Miyazaki Kiyoshi did not immediately ask Kuroba Shido why he was there, nor did he ask why Kuroba Shido was massaging Jingu Aoko.

Miyazaki Kiyoshi simply asked calmly, "What are you doing?"

Jingu Aoko leaned back on the sofa, her tone indifferent: "Is this how you beg for help?"

Their eyes met across the screen.

Kuroba Shido lowered his head, his mind already reeling.

Don't look at me.

Don't ask me.

I'm just a poor massage therapist passing by.

"I received the recording you sent."

Miyazaki Kiyoshi's voice was steady.

"so what?"

Aoko Jingu rested her chin on her hand, her posture somewhat nonchalant.

Kiyoshi Miyazaki was not affected by this attitude: "As the club president, it is my responsibility to ensure the mental health and personal safety of club members."

Kuroba Shido's fingers paused, and his body trembled.

He suddenly looked up.

Your Excellency Minister!

Although you're usually a bit sinister, a bit mind-reader, and a bit like a mobile surveillance camera, you actually have a real humanity when it matters!

Family members, type "I'm so moved" in the chat!

Kiyoshi Miyazaki continued, "If Kuroba-kun said something against his true will under duress, coercion, or unfair conditions, I will intervene as the club leader..."

Kuroba Shido's eyes were even more moved.

Listen.

What is professionalism?

What does it mean to handle official business in a strictly official manner?

What does it mean to be a great minister?

This is!

Although Shido Kuroba did indeed curse at Kiyoshi Miyazaki, and although the recording had already been sent out, and although it would most likely be dissected and studied if it fell into Kiyoshi Miyazaki's hands, it doesn't prevent me from feeling a very cheap sense of emotion at this moment.

Aoko Jingu chuckled softly.

"The person in charge of the club?"

"Yes."

"You're certainly meddling in other people's business, but this isn't your home where you can just say whatever you want..."

Jingu Aoko sneered, but before she could finish speaking, Miyazaki Kiyoshi interrupted her again.

"When the interests of members of a community are infringed upon, the minister has the authority to verify the situation."

"Benefit?"

Jingu Aoko lowered her eyes and looked at Kuroba Shido.

Kuroba Shido immediately lowered his head and continued massaging, trying to blend himself into the floor... Don't look at me, don't look at me, I don't know anything.

Don't underestimate me just because I'm a sheep, hum hum hum... Aba aba aba.

Jingu Aoko said slowly and deliberately, "Does he look like someone whose interests have been harmed right now?"

Miyazaki Kiyoshi's gaze fell on Kuroba Shido.

Kuroba Shido sat upright, holding Jingu Aoko's feet in his hands. His forehead was covered in sweat, and his face seemed to say, "I'm safe, really, please don't bother me."

Kiyoshi Miyazaki: "..."

After a brief silence, Miyazaki Kiyoshi spoke: "It is up to him to answer."

Jingu Aoko looked at Kurobashi and said, "Did you hear that, my dear?"

Kuroba Shido felt a chill run down his spine.

Honey.

It's my dear again.

The words, spoken by Aoko Jingu, carried no sweetness whatsoever, only a chilling killing intent that said, "You're dead if you dare say the wrong thing."

Miyazaki Kiyoshi's eyes also flickered slightly.

Aoko Jingu seemed to notice the slight change, and the corners of her mouth curled up slightly.

Shido Kuroba felt like he was caught between the two of them, like a discounted rice ball about to be sliced ​​open by a high-end capitalist family.

"I..." Kuroba Shido wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

Just as she opened her mouth, Aoko Jingu lightly tapped Shido Kuroba's palm with the tip of her foot.

not heavy.

But the threat is clear.

Kiyoshi Miyazaki calmly said, "Kuroba-kun, you can tell the truth."

The Black Feather Warrior said, "..."

truth?

What is the truth?

In this situation, telling the truth is no longer important.

The important thing is which sentence will survive.

Kuroba Shido slowly raised his head, revealing a very sincere smile.

"Your Excellency, I am doing very well, in excellent health, safe and stable, and I am even learning a skill that will allow me to make a living."

Kiyoshi Miyazaki: "A massage?"

Kuroba Shido nodded: "Having more skills is never a bad thing."

Aoko Jingu: "So you did it voluntarily?"

The Black Feather Warrior said, "..."

coming.

A classic question.

Were you forced?

This problem seems simple on the surface, but it is actually very insidious.

If he wasn't forced, it means that Shido Kuroba genuinely gave Aoko Jingu a massage willingly. It's hard to say what Kiyoshi Miyazaki would think, but Aoko Jingu definitely enjoyed it.

If this is about being forced, then Aoko Jingu will now show Shido Kuroba what true coercion is.

Jingu Aoko looked at Kurobashi and said, "Speak."

Miyazaki Kiyoya looked at Kuroba Shi and said, "Kuroba-kun, there's no need to worry about external pressure."

Kuroba Shido remained silent for a moment.

Then take a deep breath.

"no."

Aoko Jingu's eyes flickered slightly.

Kiyoshi Miyazaki did not speak.

Kuroba Shido continued: "There was no involuntary participation."

Aoko Jingu: "..."

Kiyoshi Miyazaki: "..."

Shido Kuroba said seriously, "In other words, I wasn't forced, but if you need me to be forced, I can be forced. It depends on the organization's needs."

The room fell silent.

Jingu Aoko looked at Kuroba Shido.

Miyazaki Kiyoshi looked at Kuroba Shido.

Kuroba Shido's eyes were clear.

This answer can be considered a classic example of Tokyo's high-level bureau's nonsensical literature.

If it doesn't exist, it does.

If it exists, it exists.

Forced.

But it doesn't have to be that way.

The final interpretation rests with the woman who is currently in greater danger.

Jingu Aoko suddenly smiled.

"Did you hear that, Miyazaki-san?"

Miyazaki Seiji said calmly, "What I heard was that some despicable person used violence to coerce my club members, and then forced my club members to make obvious survival-oriented vague expressions."

The Black Feather Warrior said, "..."

Minister, please don't understand me so well!

Aoko Jingu sneered, "You know him very well?"

"As a minister, understanding the psychological state of the club members is an essential task."

"Just work?"

"At least it's more in line with normal community relations than someone's current behavior."

"Does a normal club provide apartments for its members?"

Miyazaki Kiyoshi's expression remained unchanged, seemingly unsurprised, even expected, that Jingu Aoko knew about what happened that afternoon: "The apartment is a club benefit."

Aoko Jingu's lips curled into a smile: "Does club welfare require me to personally take him to register his face?"

Kiyoshi Miyazaki: "To ensure the equipment functions properly."

"Do you need hands-on instruction?"

"If necessary."

Kuroba Shido felt a chill run down his spine.

No.

Why are you two so clear about this detail?

The more he listened, the more something seemed off, and the more cold sweat broke out on his forehead... This couldn't be right, wasn't he the one involved? How come he didn't know so much?

Hey!

Give me the stuff, please! How can you treat the main character like someone from Japan?!

Kuroba Shido seriously suspected that these young ladies in Tokyo all had their own intelligence networks, able to find out even how many times he blinked in front of which gate today.

Aoko Jingu lowered her eyes to look at the screen, her voice growing softer and softer.

"So... Miyazaki-san is quite a responsible person, isn't she?"

"Compared to having gang members detained in the middle of the night, at least I'm providing a verifiable safe environment."

"detain?"

"Judging from the current footage, my personnel are not yet in a state of free movement."

Jingu Aoko looked at Kuroba Shido.

Are you free?

Kuroba Shido nodded immediately: "Freedom."

Kiyoshi Miyazaki: "Can you leave?"

Just as Shido Kuroba was about to nod, Aoko Jingu's toe gently pressed against the back of her hand.

Kuroba Shido changed his tune: "Theoretically, it's possible."

Kiyoshi Miyazaki: "In reality?"

The Black Feather Warrior said, "..."

Why does this question sound more and more like an interrogation?

Aoko Jingu, propping her chin on her hand, suddenly said, "What? Why are you so concerned about him? Do you like him?"

The air suddenly turned cold.

Kuroba Shido stopped what he was doing.

Miyazaki Kiyoshi's expression remained unchanged, but his eyes seemed to narrow slightly.

"This is an irrelevant inference."

"No denial."

There's no need to answer.

That's the default setting.

"Your logic is very crude."

The two faced off across the screen, their voices neither loud nor soft, and could even be described as calm.

But Shido Kuroba felt as if the air in the room had been almost completely sucked out.

Looking at Miyazaki Kiyoshi on the phone screen, and then at Jingu Aoko in front of him, only one thought remained in his mind.

Tokyo, destroy it.

Just as the standoff between the two was becoming increasingly dangerous, outside the corridor, Miko Jingu returned.

Jingu Yoshiko had just run faster than anyone else, but after running for a short while, she started to feel resentful again.

Inside is a video confrontation between Aoko Jingu and Kiyoshi Miyazaki.

And then there's Shido.

How could I not listen to such a lively event?

What's the difference between this and preventing the fancy rat boxing champion from eating a specially prepared nutritional meal?

The short-haired woman was standing in the corridor with Da Mei in her arms when she saw Jingu Miko sneaking back, and she was completely taken aback.

Head of the household.

No, Master!

It's already a miracle in the medical history of the Jingu family that they managed to escape alive.

Why come back to deliver it?

Jingu no one noticed the despair in the short-haired woman's eyes.

She tiptoed stealthily, like a large gecko slowly approaching the door.

Then, with his butt sticking out and his face turned to the side, he pressed his ear against the crack in the door.

The short-haired woman, holding Da Mei, stood behind her, trembling with fear.

Daimi also stared at Jingu Miko's retreating figure with her clear little eyes.

The human and the mouse simultaneously reached the same conclusion.

The head of the family is beyond saving.

Inside the room, the conversation had completely swung to Shido Kuroba.

Kiyoshi Miyazaki looked at Aoko Jingu: "If you believe my members are volunteers, you need to prove it."

Aoko Jingu raised an eyebrow slightly: "Proof?"

"Yes."

Kiyoshi Miyazaki said calmly, "Under conditions of power oppression, environmental constraints, and restrictions on personal movement, verbal answers do not have sufficient evidentiary value."

The Black Feather Warrior said, "..."

Minister, your explanation sounds more and more professional.

They sounded so professional, like they were about to sue the Jingu family tomorrow.

Jingu Aoko looked at Kurobashi and asked, "What do you think?"

Black Feather Warrior said, "I think..."

Shido Kuroba felt he could just die.

Really.

The current situation can no longer be resolved by simply saying a few free sweet nothings.

Miyazaki Kiyoshi continued, "Unless it can be proven that there is a clear, non-coercive intimate relationship between you and my staff, I will consider the current situation risky."

Upon hearing this, Aoko Jingu suddenly fell silent.

Jingu Aoko looked at Miyazaki Kiyoshi on the screen.

Miyazaki Kiyoya looked at Jingu Aoko.

Both of them were calm.

The calm faded until Shido Kuroba began to instinctively sense something was wrong.

The next second, Aoko Jingu suddenly reached out and grabbed Shido Kuroba's collar.

The Black Feather Warrior said, "???"

Jingu Aoko didn't answer, and moved quickly, ignoring Kuroba Shido's bewilderment.

He simply pulled Kuroba Shido in front of him.

The distance instantly shrank.

Kuroba Shido only had time to see Jingu Aoko's eyes, which were so close to his own, and they held a hint of indifference, a hint of irrationality, and a hint of possessiveness that had been completely aroused.

Then, Aoko Jingu kissed me... a soft touch came, carrying a faint sweetness and fragrance.

very short.

But it's very clear.

It's like a clean and straightforward proof.

It's like how Aoko Jingu never liked to explain, so she just pressed the answer directly onto Shido Kuroba's lips.

Shido Kuroba froze.

On the phone screen, Miyazaki Kiyoshi remained silent.

At the entrance, Yoshiko Jingu happened to witness this scene.

Jingu Yoshiko, who was leaning against the door, slowly opened her eyes.

The short-haired woman standing behind caught her breath.

Da Mei, holding the dessert, stopped gesturing.

Inside the room, Aoko Jingu released Shido Kuroba, lowered her eyes to look at the screen, her tone indifferent, but her eyes held a hint of provocation...

"Is that enough proof?"

"Dear Miyazaki-san, are you satisfied now?"

Miyazaki Kiyoshi stared at the screen, as quiet as water suddenly freezing in the night.

Miko Kamiya: "!!!"

The Black Feather Warrior said, "???"

666, and there's even a provocative segment!