Masked Rider, but kindhearted

There was no other way, so Tendo Souji had to turn his head and look at the detective master and apprentice opposite him, asking for help with his eyes.

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py, band + knight article, also wrote W's "Can You Be Kamen Rider With Me Forever"

Chapter 36: Miss Yuka gasped...

Tendou Souji's look of seeking help was very obvious, he almost shouted:

"Help me, Mr. Narumi!"

"It's really good to be young," Ming Hai Shouji seemed to have not seen it at all. He just focused on sipping his unsweetened black coffee, with the integrity and seriousness of a middle-aged man on his face, but the corners of his mouth were harder to suppress than the Magnum gun in his skull.

"Master, what do you think of this fighting technique?" As a disciple, Zuo Xiangtaro's skills were obviously insufficient. He smiled helplessly at Tiandao Souji, then quickly turned his head away and raised his phone to ask his master for help. "I think this move [Monkey God Rising Hole] combines Chinese Xingyiquan with modern bionics, and it is very valuable in practical combat."

It seems that these two can't be relied upon...

Tendo Souji closed his eyes and leaned back on the sofa to bask in the sun. He couldn't resist and could only enjoy it.

After a short break in the coffee shop, Souji Tendō accompanied Miss Yuka to a nearby dance studio that has a partnership with the Fuuto Grand Theater.

Uncle Narumi was staking out the area around the dance studio, while Shotaro went to visit his friends and consult these old Futo people for information.

In a reserved dance studio.

"Ms. Yuka, don't push yourself too hard," Tendo Souji sat on a small single chair, picked up the recipe and spread it out to look at it, acting as a human guard.

After using the memory stick, Ms. Yuka's leg injury did not fully recover and she still felt a dull pain from time to time...but she insisted on making a comeback early - both for her dance dream and to lure out the real murderer.

Since the client requested this, she had no choice but to go as the Chief of Staff.

Yuka Ozawa had already changed her skirt into tight yoga clothes in the locker room. She squatted down, spread out the yoga mat and half-knelt on it, took off her round-toed leather shoes and threw them aside, took off her black stockings and put them on Souji Tendo's legs with a wicked smile.

"Humph!"

She stepped on the mat barefoot and slowly warmed up. She turned her head and saw that the man sitting on the chair next to her was unmoved and was staring at the recipe. She hummed in annoyance.

Yuka Ozawa stretched out her soft limbs, crawled on the yoga mat in a cat-like kneeling position, and deliberately adjusted her direction to face Tendo Souji. She looked up and looked straight ahead - the man still had a look of concentration on his face, and didn't even want to glance at her sideways!

Is it not as attractive as delicious food when a beautiful woman is by your side?

"Mr. Tiandao...you are so mean..." She pouted and lowered her head in disappointment.

Tendou Souji noticed her little movements, but ignored them, cautiously glancing out the window and at the front and back doors of the dance studio with his peripheral vision. He held the recipe in his left hand, flipping through it from time to time with great interest, while his right hand hung at his waist, ready to draw the Thunder Sword to meet the enemy at any time.

The arch of Yuka Ozawa's foot is delicate and powerful when she takes off her shoes and socks. As her toes touch the ground, the meridians on the instep of her foot are faintly visible under the thin layer of sweat.

When transitioning from cat pose to downward dog pose, the mature lady's waist forms an inverted V shape, her round buttocks are raised and slightly bounce and sway with the movement, her plump thigh muscles are taut like a fully drawn bowstring, and her sunken waist is sunken into a shadowy vortex under the tights.

A strand of hair stuck to the side of his sweaty neck, sweeping across the weapon on his chest as he breathed.

"Hiss--" Yuka Ozawa took a breath and fell to the ground.

With an exclamation, Tendo Souji put down the recipe and turned to look.

While trying the single-leg wheel pose, Ms. Yuhua turned her back to the yoga mat and supported herself like an arch bridge, lifting one leg with the sole of her foot facing the sky. As a result, the "arch bridge" suddenly collapsed, and she fell on the mat without moving for a long time.

"Are you okay, Miss Yuka?" Tendo Souji frowned, walked over and squatted to observe her condition:

Miss Yuhua bit her lower lip, her long hair covering her eyes, her fingertips dug deeply into the yoga mat, and her whole body trembled from time to time as if in spasm.

Yuka Ozawa did not answer him, but wiped away her tears, raised her chin stubbornly, turned sideways and faced him.

She took a deep breath and, reluctantly, resumed the arched bridge position, pushing her trembling right leg higher toward the ceiling, as if protesting against an invisible enemy.

I'm used to Miss Yuhua's recent mischief, so it's a bit strange to see her suddenly become so serious.

As a professional dancer, she must have her own pride...

Tendo Souji relaxed his brows and sat back in his chair, but this time he didn't look at the menu. Instead, he carefully admired the other person's figure.

Previously, he believed that Miss Yuhua was deliberately using his advantages to pursue him, so he could ignore it calmly.

Now, the other party is working hard as a dancer, so he should show some respect...

After maintaining the already difficult posture for a while, Miss Yuhua suddenly stretched into the more difficult dance king pose. She stood up on one leg, stretched the other leg back and held it with both hands like a crescent moon, her straight toes almost touching the back of her head, and her body bent into a thrilling arc.

The white silk yoga pants reveal a hazy texture in the sunlight, wrapping around the undulating curves like a second layer of skin.

The morning light filtered through the blinds, casting a grid of light and dark on her undulating body. Whenever it stretched to its limit, the light flowed like gilded gold across her sweaty collarbone, as if coating a chrysalis on a butterfly chrysalis about to emerge.

Noticing that Mr. Tiandao was looking at her, Ozawa Yuka changed her movements and gradually returned to facing him. Despite the intense pain, she maintained a professional and elegant smile, confident and unrestrained.

The warm-up ended with the prone baby pose. She knelt and crawled on the yoga mat, with her forehead on the mat and her hands stretched forward, looking like a baby resting quietly and a believer worshiping God.

The hem of her dress rolled up quietly with this movement, revealing a piece of snow-white skin on her lower back and the dimple-like depression where her waist and hips met.

Yuka Ozawa glanced at Mr. Tendao through the window. Although he was in a relaxing position at the end, his breathing was longer and more gentle than the previous intense movements.

'hateful! ’

It would have been fine if she hadn't breathed on purpose, but she found that as soon as she breathed, Mr. Tiandao lowered his head to look at his crappy recipe again!

After warming up, Yuka Ozawa tried the choreographed dance moves, but the pain from her old leg injury made her stagger.

She gritted her teeth and adjusted her posture, repeatedly practicing rotations and leg lifts. Sweat oozed from her forehead and soaked her hair. Finally, she knelt down and gasped for breath because the pain was unbearable.

"That's all for today, Miss Yuuka," Tendo Souji stepped forward to help, gently helping her to her feet.

"But..." Ozawa Yuka felt a sharp pain in her thigh, but she pinched herself hard with her hands, her face full of resentment, "I have a performance tomorrow..."

"It's okay," Tendo Souji didn't try to persuade her to postpone the performance as he had done before. Instead, he smiled and said, "I see your efforts. The performance will be a success."

"Hmm..." Yuka Ozawa looked at the elegant smile on his face, as if she herself had become a little calmer. She nodded weakly, changed into casual clothes, and left the dance studio with Tiandao and went home together.

Yes... back to 'home', not the detective agency.

As for the reason...

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Chapter 37 Living together, but innocent (plus more)

The office cannot accommodate so many people, and Miss Yuka's simple low-rent housing is not safe. After discussion, it is finally decided that Miss Yuka will temporarily live in Tendo Souji's own house for the time being.

Although Tendo Souji was an unemployed vagrant not long ago, thanks to his identity as Kamen Rider and special consultant to the police, he later became the richest of the four, even the famous detective Narumi Shokichi could not compare to him.

Originally, Tendou Souji's suggestion was to rent a hotel or a short-term house for Miss Yuka nearby, but he was hit by his own boomerang.

——The other three believed that the extremely fast dopant could attack at any time, and used this as an excuse to ask the two of them to live together so that they could protect the client more easily.

With his intelligence, he could naturally see that the detective master and apprentice had been secretly bribed...

For example: Uncle Minghai’s favorite coffee shop suddenly had a promotional sign for Miss Yuka;

Shotarou is easier to deal with. He likes to go on visits alone lately, and then secretly wear the hat that Uncle Narumi usually doesn't allow him to wear.

As for who gave me that black hat...it's obvious.

"Mr. Tendō," Ozawa Yuka stood at the back seat of the motorcycle, looking at Tendō Souji pitifully, "I can't get up, can you help me..."

'This is all for the client's safety. We are innocent...' He silently hypnotized himself.

Tendo Souji took a deep breath, held up Miss Yuka's perky buttocks, which felt great even through her skirt, lifted her onto the back seat, and handed her a white motorcycle helmet.

As it was getting dark, the two of them went to the house that Tendou Souji had bought near the office.

Tiandao's house is a small three-story loft, just two blocks away from the office.

Originally he lived alone and had no need for such a big house, but the original owner was a client that Uncle Minghai used to know, and he was in a hurry to move away from Fuuto where monsters frequently appeared - so, in a deal that was both cheap and convenient and could help Uncle Minghai... Souji Tendo became the new owner of the house at a half-sale and half-gift price.

Walking to the small courtyard in front of the attic, Tendou Souji got out of the car and pushed open the iron gate, then parked the motorcycle in the yard.

After helping Miss Yuka to the main entrance, Ozawa Yuka volunteered to take out the key and open the door.

Close the door and stand in the entrance hall.

"Mr. Tiandao..." Ozawa Yuka looked weak, leaning against the shoe cabinet and looking at the young man in front of her, wanting to say something but stopping herself.

"No."

Tendo Souji predicted in advance and interrupted the woman's spell - she could change her shoes and take off her stockings by herself when practicing dancing, so he would never do the same a second time!

Yuka Ozawa snorted lightly and decided to ignore this cold-blooded man for at least an hour... no, not even half a minute!

She slowly squatted down to change her shoes. Tendo Souji changed into slippers and walked in first.

Tiandao’s new home is small and exquisite in style. It looks like a three-story attic, but the actual usable space is not large.

On the first floor, the closest thing to the entrance is a square wooden dining table covered with a household tablecloth. Next to the table is a small kitchen, probably only big enough to cook a few simple dishes, and they can only be cooked one at a time.

A little further in, a hollow pinewood screen separates the dining area from the living room, which has a new TV, a low coffee table, and a three-seater fabric sofa—nothing else. The bathroom is slightly larger than the upstairs one, but even with a washing machine, it's still quite cramped, making it impossible to take a shower. This is the entire first floor; there's no balcony because it wouldn't fit.

The second floor is the living area. The original owner was a family of three. There are three rooms in total, including the master bedroom, the second bedroom and the guest room.

Thanks to this, Tendo Souji didn't have to sacrifice his body and sleep in the same bed with Ms. Yuka like he did before in order to protect his client.

There is only a small storage room on the third floor, and above that is the rooftop for hanging clothes.

"Mr. Tiandao..." Ozawa Yuka drew out the last syllable and smiled at him coquettishly.

"What's wrong, Miss Yuka?" Tendo Souji looked over helplessly, not knowing what tricks this woman was going to play next.

These past few days have been more tiring than fighting against the evil of Fuuto. Starting with Mr. Tendō, Ms. Yuka has been coldly rejected for requests, including but not limited to:

I helped her massage her legs when they hurt, she couldn't go to the toilet or take a shower by herself, she couldn't sleep by herself, etc...

So much so that now he becomes a little sensitive when he hears the name 'Mr. Tiandao'.

"Nothing, what are we eating today?" Seeing his reaction, Ozawa Yuka was filled with joy, and her smile became even more sinister. "I'm just a little hungry."

"What? A feint."

Tendou Souji breathed a sigh of relief, rolled up his sleeves and walked towards the kitchen to show off his cooking skills. Cooking is the second happiest thing in life - second only to seeing diners eat up all your food.

Of course, he selectively ignored the ambiguous words used by Miss Yuka. She deliberately replaced the daily "(we) 私たち" with the commonly used words between lovers/couples, "(we) あなたと私"...

After a busy period, Ozawa Yuka sat on the sofa and played with her phone. Before she finished watching a few dance videos, Tendō Souji brought up a table full of delicious dishes:

Ginger-grilled pork, stir-fried with pork and onions in a special ginger sauce made with ginger, soy sauce, cooking sake, and mirin;

Pork soup made by stewing tofu, burdock, red and white radish, green onions, konjac, miso-seasoned broth, and sautéed pork;

Miss Yuka had mentioned before that she loved sweet omelets made with milk and sugar;

Grilled saury; a few pickled side dishes, white rice, miso soup and three plates of original grated radish to relieve the greasiness, made up a rich dish that almost couldn't fit on the table.

"Mr. Tiandao, why is the food so rich today?" Ozawa Yuka felt a little worried about her happiness. She rubbed her flat belly and looked at the food on the table. She thought it would be impossible to fill her stomach.

She looked at the man in fascination as he elegantly placed a few carved radish flowers on the edge of the dish, then took off his apron with a satisfied smile.

Ozawa Yuka asked expectantly, "Is this to celebrate my comeback performance tomorrow?"

The answer disappointed her greatly...

"Shotarou just called me. They worked overtime and didn't have time to eat. I made some extra and he'll come get it later."

Tendou Souji took out two exquisitely divided food boxes and began to pack them separately according to the dishes. He didn't know how long it would take Uncle Minghai and the others to finish, so he had to let them heat up the dishes themselves.

Anyway, there are pots and microwaves in the office. Shotaro simply thinks Uncle Narumi's cooking skills are not good enough and he is envious of his cooking skills.

"Okay..." Yuka Ozawa ate her meal in a disjointed manner without touching the dishes, looking listless.

Although he could see what tricks she was trying to play, Tendo Souji still couldn't bear to see his food being treated like this!

"It's also a way to celebrate for you, but not much." He put a piece of omelet into her bowl.

Sure enough, this woman was smiling again!

Woman, your name is deception.

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