Tokyo: Idol Girls have absolutely no bad intentions!

"Give me my money back!" Ito's voice was firm and resolute. "Now! Immediately! Or, give me a clear, legally binding repayment plan! Otherwise..."

"Huh?" Takikawa opened her light blue eyes, a look of confusion in them. "Otherwise, what?"

She's still a bit dazed.

"And when did I ever owe you money?"

"Do I need to remind you?" Ito almost laughed out of anger; the other party's innocent look was just too convincing.

It almost made him doubt whether it was his problem.

"When we took you in at the apartment, we made it clear that you would be responsible for all expenses incurred during your stay."

"They had already agreed, but then blocked the creditor before leaving?!"

"If you weren't trying to evade your debts, why did you block me? If Xinye hadn't told me about the situation, I wouldn't have known you were unable to repay."

The room fell silent instantly, leaving only the two of them staring at each other.

The air seemed to freeze at that moment.

Just then, a familiar voice rang out at the door, breaking the delicate atmosphere between the two.

"Ito?" The voice was heavy with sleepiness and cautious.

As if a pause button had been pressed, the two of them abruptly and stiffly turned their heads toward the door at the same time.

"Ito?" A timid voice sounded again at the door.

Asada knew who it was the moment he heard the voice.

Not only him, but Takikawa also guessed it.

"Hiss!" Ito took a few steps back, clutching his injured abdomen, and looked at Takikawa, who had already torn off his gentle mask.

The other person was now questioning Ito with their eyes, "Why did Asada come to your room?"

Although he didn't speak, the naked contempt and disdain in his eyes, as if he had been caught in the act, left Ito speechless, as if he had really done something shameful.

She, innocent as she was, was once again forced by Takikawa to accept the false facts he desired.

There was a gentle knock on the door to Ito's room; Asada seemed to be getting a little impatient.

"Ito, is he asleep?" she asked towards the door, her voice much clearer, clearly indicating she was near the doorway.

Ito and Takikawa remained silent, trying their best not to make a sound.

Logically speaking, Asada should have left on her own after confirming that Ito was asleep.

As for letting the other party in, that's absolutely impossible, at least not as a last resort.

After all, Ito couldn't explain why Takikawa was in his room so late.

Furthermore, the other party had dressed up specifically for this purpose, which could easily lead to misunderstandings.

But then again, the other party is Asada, and Ito believes that Asada's mind, which is only focused on food, wouldn't consider so many strange things.

But as soon as Ito took a step, Takikawa grabbed his entire body and pinned him down.

Takikawa pounced like a startled rabbit!

She wasn't attacking; instead, she used all her strength to grip Ito's arms tightly, practically hanging on him, trying to prevent him from making any noise!

Her voice carried a sense of desperation, and her eyes were filled with a warning that "if you dare touch me, we'll both die."

"If you're not going to say anything, Ito, I'll come in," Asada said to herself, then prepared to push open the door.

Immediately afterwards, a slight scraping sound came from outside the door as it was being pulled!

Ito saw panic in Takikawa's eyes as she looked around for a place to hide.

Unfortunately, this unrealistic scenario of being able to hide oneself in an instant is impossible.

"Crash! Bang!"

The door was suddenly pulled open from the outside by Asada!

The bright corridor lights instantly flooded into the dimly lit Japanese-style room, clearly illuminating everything inside.

Asada was standing outside the open door.

She had clearly just gotten out of bed, wearing a navy blue bathrobe provided by the hotel that was obviously too big, with sleeves that covered half of her hand and the hem dragging on her ankles.

The belt was tied loosely, and the neckline was askew, revealing a large expanse of fair neck and delicate collarbone.

Barefoot on the cold wooden floor of the corridor, one hand still rubbing sleepy eyes, a few stray hairs sticking up in messy hair.

She saw Ito Yujin, completely at the mercy of others.

She saw Anna Takikawa, who was wearing an exquisitely patterned yukata, with delicate makeup but a deathly pale face and a look of panic in her eyes.

She also saw that Takikawa was gripping Ito's arm tightly with both hands in an extremely ambiguous and intimate posture, her whole body almost pressed against him!

Time seemed to freeze completely at that moment.

Asada's small mouth opened slightly, uttering a meaningless monosyllable.

"......ah?"

She blinked, her gaze sweeping back and forth between Ito's pained expression, Takikawa's terrified face, and the two's "entangled" posture several times.

The little brain seems to be operating at an unprecedented speed, or perhaps it has crashed.

"Ito...Takikawa...you guys..." Asada's voice was hoarse from just waking up and filled with confusion as she struggled to find the words, "...Are you fighting?"

She finally asked a question that best reflected her current understanding, and was also the most naive one.

Chapter 183 Prosecutor Asada is online!

Asada decisively switched on the main light in the Japanese-style room, and the dazzling white light instantly dispelled all the ambiguous shadows, illuminating every corner of the room and the expression of every person, leaving nothing to hide.

Ito and Takikawa, like suspects caught red-handed, were forced to kneel stiffly side by side across the low table under Asada's silent pressure.

Asada was now sitting upright at the head of the low table, and she had already come to her senses.

The baby fat on his small face showed an unprecedented seriousness.

She crossed her arms, causing the already wide neckline of her yukata to slip down dangerously a little further.

It strives to create an undeniable sense of oppression, giving off a feeling of a child wearing adult clothes.

Investigator Asada, online!

No one can fool Investigator Asada's intuition!

All sins will have nowhere to hide under her sharp gaze!

Ito was somewhat confused. He didn't understand why he had to stay with Takikawa and maintain the posture of a prisoner, even though he hadn't done anything wrong.

The air pressure in the room was terrifyingly low; it seemed that if he didn't lower his head, all the pressure would fall on him.

“Asada.” Ito tried to focus his gaze on Asada’s serious nose.

But the stray hair on her head, stubbornly sticking up because she had just woken up, trembled slightly with her breathing.

This thing is really out of place with Asada's "investigator" aura at this moment.

"Shut up, Ito!" Asada raised one hand, palm outward, making a very intimidating "stop" gesture, his eyes fixed intently on Ito.

"Your problem is very serious!"

Almost intimidated by Asada's sudden display of power, Ito nudged Takikawa with his phone, signaling him to say a few words as well.

There was no response after poking for a long time. Takikawa stood to the side with his head down, his shoulders trembling slightly.

?

Are you playing me?

“First,” Investigator Asada began her “case statement,” her small face tense, “a man and a woman alone in a room late at night!”

She spoke each word clearly and forcefully, her gaze sweeping back and forth between the two men, "This is the first piece of evidence!"

Ito: "..."

He wanted to argue that the phrase "alone man and woman" was inappropriate, but seeing Asada's "try arguing me" expression, he wisely shut his mouth.

Most importantly, Takikawa lowered his head even further, as if he wanted to bury himself in the tatami mats.

"Secondly!" Asada's gaze was fixed on Ito as if it were a physical object. "Ito! Why did you let Takikawa press down on you!"

"You're a shameless pervert! Even when doing this kind of thing, you force others to take the initiative. Have you ever considered other people's feelings?!"

Asada's tone was filled with anger and disappointment at being deceived, like a young fan who had just discovered that their idol had fallen from grace.

"Huh?" Ito was so attacked that he couldn't say a word.

What does it mean to force someone to take the initiative? What does it mean to consider someone else's feelings?

"Finally!" Asada's gaze shifted to Takikawa, scrutinizing her. "Ms. Takikawa, do you now realize your mistake? Realize that you shouldn't have been deceived by Ito?"

"Because of debt problems, he lost his pure soul. What's more, he encountered a creditor like Ito, who was like a devil."

Her deduction went straight to the "crime scene," her eyes filled with concern for the "victim" Takikawa and condemnation of the "perpetrator" Ito.

Ito: "..."

Takikawa: "!!!"

She suddenly raised her head, her light blue eyes filled with disbelief and...bewilderment.

Huh? She was just threatened... yeah, I think so.

Yes, it was a self-defense action forced upon them by Ito's coercion and enticement.

It's all Ito's fault!

Absurd... Absurd indeed.

Ito looked at Asada's confident expression that said "I've seen through everything," and then at Takikawa's aggrieved look that said "That's just how it is."

He felt that the slight pain in his shoulder was overshadowed by this immense sense of absurdity.

He opened his mouth, wanting to explain the whole truth, but found that language was so pale and powerless at this moment.

After all, the logic behind trying to change Investigator Asada has formed a closed loop, which is now beyond my control.