Chapter 107

“Shirakawa-kun.” Hojo Kanna, with her long hair tied up, greeted Shirakawa Natsu with a smile as he approached. “I’m sorry to trouble you again. I haven’t been here for a few days, and I’ve accumulated so many books that need to be sorted.”

“It’s alright.” Shirakawa Natsu casually helped him tidy up the books, saying, “You seem to be in a good mood today.”

The mission requirements clearly state that the Yellow Hair Massage Technique must be performed on her when she is sad.

This restriction effectively shuts things down.

However, Huang Mao needs to be patient, and he has a lot of confidence in his brothers, believing that as long as he pretends to be a good friend, he will have plenty of opportunities.

“By the way, Shirakawa-san, today is your birthday, right?” Kanna Hojo said suddenly as she placed a book on the bookshelf.

“Hmm?” Shirakawa Natsu was taken aback. It seemed that it really was true, but he had forgotten about it.

“Boys don’t seem to remember these things very well,” Kanna Hojo said with a smile. “Last week, Miyuki was planning to buy you a gift and even asked me about it.”

After she spoke, she suddenly covered her mouth, as if she realized that she had said something she shouldn’t have.

“That guy actually had this thought in mind?” Shirakawa Natsumi felt touched: “What gift did she buy for me?”

After saying that, she shook her head again: “Forget it, judging from your expression, I can tell she doesn’t want you to tell me, so let’s not say anything. We should keep it a surprise.”

“Um…” Kanna Hojo looked a little embarrassed. “She went to the mall, but then thought it was too much trouble, so she gave up.”

“…” Shirakawa Natsumi’s lips twitched, and after a long while she said, “It really does sound like her style of doing things.”

“I…I’m sorry.” Kanna Hojo realized the awkwardness and quickly changed the subject, saying, “Let’s go to Shirakawa’s house to celebrate his birthday tonight. I’ll cook lots of delicious food, and we can invite Nao Jingu and Miyuki too. It’ll be a lot of fun.”

“Let’s forget it.” Shirakawa Natsu shook her head. “It’s too much trouble.”

“Absolutely not.” Kanna Hojo shook her head frantically, then, realizing she was being too obvious, blushed slightly and lowered her head.

Shirakawa Natsumi’s lips twitched, instantly understanding Hojo Kanna’s little scheme.

Good grief, this is clearly a case of them just making up, but he’s too proud to take the initiative to go to Miyuki.

I want to post something again, but I can’t find a good reason, and I’m just a tool in that situation.

“Alright then.” Shirakawa Natsu nodded. Hojo Kanna isn’t a bad person; she must have destroyed the earth in her past life to run into that tormenting monster, her brother.

Since they’ve just reconciled, I should help her out. Otherwise, my good brother won’t go out and mess around right after they’ve made up.

Besides, I messed up my brother’s leg yesterday, so it was just a small favor: “I’ll call Jingu Nao, and we’ll go to my house together tonight. Miyuki has been coming home on time every day now, so I’ll give her a surprise.”

Even at this point, Shirakawa Natsumi didn’t forget to subtly indicate that during her cold war with her brother, she had remained chaste and hadn’t been unfaithful.

“Yes, thank you, Shirakawa-kun.” Hojo Kanna’s face flushed slightly. She knew what Shirakawa Natsu meant. Hearing that her lover was so worried about her that he couldn’t eat or sleep made her secretly happy.

“I’ll come and get you after class this afternoon.” Shirakawa Natsu nodded, indicating that it was an agreement.

As Miyuki walked out of Waseda University’s gate, this aloof and beautiful woman attracted attention wherever she went.

No one noticed that a white Corolla was parked not far away.

Hojo Maki sat in the driver’s seat, looking at Mikoto through the car window.

As a police inspector, I knew it was wrong to stalk someone, but then I remembered that she was the person my daughter had come out as gay with.

Hojo Maki found it difficult to suppress her unusual emotions.

After entering the Metropolitan Police Department today, I became distracted, thinking about coming out of the closet, and couldn’t concentrate on my work.

Although she still looks stunning, she appears to be just a 30-year-old young woman.

But her husband died early, and Inagawa Hanahi didn’t allow her to be her stepmother. Kanna was the continuation of her love with her husband.

There wasn’t even a chance to create a new account.

The moment Hojo Maki saw Miyuki, her heart skipped a beat.

Even if she’s unwilling to admit it, this aloof and sophisticated woman really appeals to her as a mature married woman.

In her eyes, the melancholy aura emanating from Mi no Kumi was like that of a pitiful little puppy.

It evoked her maternal instincts, making her want to hold him in her arms and comfort him.

Of course, this idea was just a thought.

Even mature women her age, who have always maintained a virtuous lifestyle, occasionally think about men and then can’t help but masturbate.

It’s unrealistic to expect a woman nearing forty to still have the shyness of a young girl, or to have a very different view on chastity.

Pushing these strange thoughts out of her head, she slowly started the car and followed Miyuki discreetly.

She rose through the ranks from the front lines to the police department, and was thoroughly familiar with all kinds of tracking and criminal investigation techniques.

It’s very easy to follow a college student without being discovered.

She glanced at the time; it was three in the afternoon.

Before arriving, Hojo Maki had already researched information about Minogami out of professional habit.

Her grades in law school and the courses she took were not confidential.

She remembered that at this time, she had a criminal law class.

But now it appears at the school gate.

Hojo Maki took out a miniature camera; she wanted to run around and take more photos.

When necessary, I will tell my daughter that the woman she likes is just playing with her feelings.

Rather than harshly forbidding your daughter from coming out, it’s more effective to make her realize that women can only deceive her feelings.

Hojo Maki tightened her grip on my camera; all she had left was her daughter.

Unaware that someone was following her, Miyuki skillfully navigated the winding path and entered a bar.

Hojo Maki frowned slightly; a respectable person wouldn’t go to a bar in the afternoon.

I skipped class to come here.

She put on a pair of sunglasses, got out of the white Corolla, and casually followed behind her, pretending to be a customer as they entered the store together.

She had already changed clothes before she arrived, taking off her smart police uniform.

She wore a black mesh openwork dress.

She also has delicate eyeliner at the corners of her eyes, making her look mature and charming.

Adding a pair of black sunglasses adds a touch of mystery.

With her D-cup breasts, she looks sexy no matter how revealing her clothes are.

No one would associate her with that serious policewoman in this outfit.

They assumed she was just a wife looking for fun and excitement at the bar.

Hojo Maki walked up to Minoki and even winked at her while wearing sunglasses.

Mi no Shiki, of course, ignored her and walked straight past her.

Hojo Maki curled a cold smile at the corner of her lips. She flaunted her charms to leave Minoki with the impression that she wanted to seek pleasure with her, so that she wouldn’t attract Minoki’s attention when she followed or secretly took pictures later.

Miyuki would subconsciously assume that she was just a sexually frustrated and flirtatious woman.

Hojo Maki sat down in a corner and, as expected, saw Mikoto walk straight toward the counter, where a plainly dressed girl was already sitting.

“Scumbags.” Hojo Maki sneered, secretly pulling out a camera and starting to take pictures of the two of them.

She soon realized that the girl’s back looked familiar.

It was a strong sense of familiarity that came from instinct.

She incredulously removed her sunglasses, not caring if she was discovered, and her expression gradually changed.

Astonishment, disbelief, despair—a mix of emotions swirled together.

It caused her mature and beautiful face to begin to deform.

“Inagawa Hanahi!”

“No, that’s not right.” Hojo Maki quickly reminded herself that they had just met casually, and it might be because of Hojo Kanna.

Although Inagawa Hanahi may seem cold on the surface, as her mother, she knows that Inagawa Hanahi is actually a very gentle child.

“Calm down, Hojo Maki, you must believe in your daughter.”

“Have you been here long?” Mi Zhi Shi sat down next to her.

“No, I just arrived.” Inagawa Hanahi was no longer wearing that gorgeous kimono, but instead dressed as an ordinary girl, looking even more youthful than before: “I’m sorry for calling you out at this time.”

“Speak your mind,” Mikoto said to the waiter. “A glass of ice water, please.”

“I’m apologizing for what happened last time.” Inagawa Hanahi lowered her head slightly, showing none of her usual yakuza princess demeanor. “I shouldn’t have been so impulsive. And when you said you liked me, you were just trying to make me give up, just like the CD you had Natsu give me last time.”

“No, I’m serious.” Mikoto picked up the ice water and drank it all in one gulp.

Inagawa Hanahi’s expression changed, and she turned to look at her in disbelief.

“It’s true that I like Kanna, it’s true that I like you, and it’s true that I did that CD last time. I really enjoyed that feeling. Is there a connection between these things?” Mikoto’s expression was calm: “Why can’t I like you if I like Kanna? My body likes S and M. When my neck is tied, I feel safe. Even if I’m treated roughly, I feel comfortable. What’s wrong with that?”

Inagawa Hanahi’s mouth was agape; Miyuki’s question had completely disrupted her rhythm.

Upon closer reflection, who stipulated that one can only like one person, or who stipulated that S and M are wrong?

“If you called me out to apologize, don’t worry about it,” Miki said. “I don’t mind.”

“Th…thank you.” Inagawa Hanahi fell silent for a moment, unsure of what to say.

Hojo Maki sat behind the group, wearing headphones and carrying professional equipment.

This instrument can project a reversed sound and is standard equipment for intelligence personnel.

She could roughly hear their conversation.

Hojo Maki resisted the urge to draw her gun, rush up, and kill Miyuki instantly.

“Calm down, you still have a daughter to take care of.”

She wasn’t young, so of course she understood the underlying logic in Miyuki’s words.

That’s right, liking many people is uncontrollable, and having a slightly unusual XP is understandable.

Ultimately, it’s because she’s handsome; if it were someone ugly, they would just be seen as a pervert.

Ultimately, she’s a total scumbag, and she’s even acting like she’s doing it with a straight face.

Hojo Maki felt like her lungs were about to explode.

Inagawa Hanahi suddenly picked up the wine glass in front of her, drank it all in one gulp, coughed twice, and then suddenly said, “I like you too.”

“Crack!” Hojo Maki crushed the sake cup in her hand.