“You went on a date with me today, and you even did it with me in the locker room?” Shirakawa Natsu couldn’t hold back anymore, with Kimura Momo right in front of her.

　　He sat up, lay on top of her, and pressed her down beneath him.

　　Kimura Momo didn’t resist; she just let him pin her down, smiling as she looked at him.

　　Shirakawa Natsu felt she should do something, but didn’t know what to do, so she could only collapse onto the bed in despair.

　　The two then lay side by side again.

　　”You keep saying you won’t stay by my side, so why haven’t you left yet?” Shirakawa Natsu wanted to find the loopholes in Kimura Momo’s words through facts.

　　“Because our lifespans are different,” the algae woman explained calmly. “What you perceive as a long time is just like an afternoon nap in my life. Of course, we just have different ways of continuing our lives. Your bloodline will also be passed down through genes, so in a sense, your child is also you.”

　　”So you’re saying that I’m your partner, and that includes my offspring?” Shirakawa Natsumi’s lips twitched.

　　Kimura Momo tilted her head, seemingly thinking, and after a while nodded: “Well, if it’s not with my child, then theoretically yes.”

　　”You, you…” Shirakawa Natsu was furious at her words and pointed at Kimura Momo.

　　What kind of brain-dead plot is this?

　　What’s most painful is that Kimura Momo wouldn’t lie, at least not at this moment.

　　At that moment, he deeply realized the differences in cognition between humans and monsters.

　　Fortunately, thoughts can be changed.

　　He still has time, and with the Yellow Hair app around, Kimura Momo might not actually outlive him.

　　”So, you might leave me at any time?” Shirakawa Natsumi asked again.

　　”Yes.” Kimura Momo nodded with a smile.

　　”No.” Holding her tightly, Jingu Nao, Miyuki, and Hashimoto Arina temporarily left.

　　It’s making him almost develop PTSD, and Kimura Momo is different from them.

　　Whether it’s Hashimoto Arina or Jingu Nao, they both know exactly where they are and always come back.

　　The cunning fox is different; it’s like a little fox that sneaks into your house and whines, eats the sausage you’re given, and then runs away in a flash.

　　It is a complete uncertainty.

　　Given her sense of time, when she returns, she might already be surrounded by children and grandchildren, and might even be lying in a hospital bed.

　　He held Kimura Momo tightly, feeling a sense of security only when he felt the body in his arms.

　　After experiencing several women, he has come to realize that no one is a given that will stay by your side.

　　That night, he and Kimura Momo did nothing but hold her tightly in his arms.

　　The next day, Shirakawa Natsumi, the fox, didn’t have a good solution for the time being.

　　After last night, the favorability rating has increased to 65.

　　Shirakawa Natsu turned his attention back to the side quests. Kimura Momo was putting a lot of pressure on him, and he had to become stronger.

　　Only then would it be possible to keep Kimura Momo by my side.

　　University courses are relatively easy, and since he was admitted through a special admission program, the academic requirements are even lower.

　　He decisively skipped class and ran to the police station where Hojo Maki worked to scout out the location.

　　It was a hot day, and Shirakawa Natsu hid in a tea restaurant directly opposite the police station, watching the detectives coming and going through the floor-to-ceiling windows.

　　No one would have thought that someone was staking out the police station. He sat there all day without attracting anyone’s attention.

　　Hojo Maki’s position is Assistant Inspector, and her main responsibility is on-site supervision.

　　Shirakawa Natsu spent the entire afternoon waiting, but Hojo Maki never came out.

　　From the scorching afternoon sun to the setting sun, as it gets to the end of the workday, the number of pedestrians outside the floor-to-ceiling window increases.

　　Shirakawa Natsu had been drinking coffee until her throat felt bitter.

　　Staying any longer would inevitably arouse suspicion, so I had to pay the bill and leave. As I walked out of the tea restaurant and stepped out of the air-conditioned room, I felt a wave of heat.

　　He then sat down next to a stone bench not far away and took out his phone to stare at the police station.

　　Because of the existence of Huang Mao’s photography skills, his ability to take candid photos gave him a certain ability to avoid being discovered, so he wasn’t particularly worried about being found out.

　　Shirakawa Natsu changed seats many times during her stay, until around nine o’clock in the evening when she felt a slight chill.

　　Hojo Maki finally appeared at the police station entrance. She was dressed in a police uniform, her long hair was tied up, and she looked heroic and spirited.

　　However, the high bulge in her chest and the righteous face paired with her improper figure create a contradiction.

　　Shirakawa Natsu was overjoyed; her long wait had finally paid off.

　　Behind Hojo Maki was a young man in his twenties, about 1.7 meters tall, and somewhat handsome.

　　He was about the same height as Hojo Maki, and stood beside her with a respectful attitude; they were probably in a superior-subordinate relationship.

　　The two did not leave immediately, but stood there talking.

　　From where Shirakawa Natsu was standing, she could clearly see the expressions and movements of the two people, but she couldn’t hear them talking.

　　He saw the young man look up at Hojo Maki several times, then immediately lower his head again, seemingly afraid to meet her gaze.

　　It’s just like a shy young man standing in front of a goddess.

　　The two talked for about fifteen minutes before Hojo Maki got into her car and left. The young man stood there for ten minutes, until the car disappeared from the street, before turning around and leaving.

　　”Interesting.” Shirakawa Natsu didn’t chase after Hojo Maki’s car. With his limited photography skills, he could only handle ordinary people. If he actually drove after her, Hojo Maki would definitely notice.

　　He came today just to scout out the location and confirm Hojo Maki’s work status.

　　The next day, Shirakawa Natsu went to see a private investigator. Professional matters should be handled by professionals.

　　The detective is a man in his forties. After confirming that there are no elementary school students in the detective agency, he hires them to investigate Hojo Maki.

　　The private investigator stated that investigating the police department carries certain uncontrollable risks.

　　”I’ll pay more.” Shirakawa Natsu often slacked off on his manga, which resulted in a significant reduction in his royalties.

　　But after a week at the beauty salon, he made a fortune and enjoyed the feeling of having money and doing whatever he wanted.

　　Driven by money, the detective spent a week gathering information on Hojo Maki’s whereabouts, which he then compiled into a yellow file folder and handed to Shirakawa Natsu.

　　Shirakawa Natsu opened the file folder and began flipping through the documents. She read the first few pages carefully, but the further she went, the faster she read them. After finishing, she put the file on the table and looked at the detective uncle, saying, “Did you copy and paste the last few pages?”

　　”Look at this.” The detective was very respectful; the industry was currently experiencing severe internal competition.

　　Women who have committed adultery share counter-detection techniques online and even form adultery clubs, making it increasingly difficult for detectives to carry out their work.

　　Now that he’d encountered a generous young man, he naturally had to maintain good relations with him. Pointing to the sixth page of the document, he said, “Through my friend at the police station, I got information about the case that Hojo Maki is currently investigating. It’s top secret.”

　　The detective subtly demonstrated his connections.

　　Shirakawa Natsumi’s lips twitched. He knew that the case Hojo Maki was working on wasn’t very useful, and he couldn’t very well go and help solve it.

　　Reality isn’t like an anime; the police keep the details of a case confidential, and he has absolutely no chance of getting involved.

　　Shirakawa Natsu went through the data again, and Hojo Maki’s life trajectory became remarkably simple.

　　She would go to the supermarket in the morning to buy fresh vegetables, and then work overtime until between 8 and 10 a.m.

　　After get off work, I drive straight home and don’t go out again.

　　”Don’t single mothers usually attend some wives’ clubs?” Shirakawa Natsu said helplessly. Hojo Maki doesn’t even go to nightclubs at night, let alone have regular private activities.

　　The simpler it is, the less flawed it is.

　　Holding the documents in her hand, Shirakawa Natsumi began to doubt her life; this task was only worth 30 points.

　　He didn’t even know what the system’s definition of difficulty was.

　　As things stand, let alone having any intimate contact with Hojo Maki while she’s conscious, the two haven’t even had a chance to touch.

　　Should we really follow Miyuki’s example and start with Inagawa Hanahiro?

　　The thought had barely crossed his mind before he was immediately dismissed; he wasn’t Miyuki.

　　Anyone who tries to take action against Inagawa Hanahi, that yakuza heiress, will definitely be thrown into Tokyo Bay first.

　　Seeing his expression, the detective comforted him, “Apart from having meals with his subordinates, Officer Hojo has no close contact with any men.”

　　He believed that Shirakawa Natsu’s decision to fund the investigation of Hojo Maki was undoubtedly an attempt to woo this married woman.

　　He felt it was impossible to succeed, but at least it was comforting that not only you, but others had also failed, so at least it made him feel better.

　　”Have you only ever eaten with your subordinates?” Shirakawa Natsu frowned and picked up the investigation report.

　　In this report, Hojo Maki stated that she had not met anyone privately, nor did she have any social interactions.

　　Shirakawa Natsu also rediscovered Hojo Maki.

　　After her husband died, she raised her child alone, devoted herself to her work, and gave up everything unrelated to her job.

　　Shirakawa Natsu greatly admired this widow.

　　The information briefly mentions his subordinate’s name: Yutaka Mukai, 24 years old, who had just graduated from police academy a year ago.

　　His role is as Hojo Maki’s assistant.

　　Hojo Maki also valued him highly. In seven days, he ate with her three times, and once at home.

　　Shirakawa Natsu squinted her eyes, indicating that inviting her subordinate to her home for dinner was proof that the two had a very good relationship.

　　In addition, that night, after Hojo Maki’s car left, Mukai Yu stood in the same spot for half an hour.

　　If you say he has no feelings for Hojo Maki, Shirakawa Natsu would be the first to disbelieve it.

　　A strict female boss with large breasts who takes care of her privately.

　　What a classic plot twist!

　　The middle-aged man comforted them, saying, “Based on my years of experience dealing with extramarital affairs, they have a normal working relationship.”

　　“Help me investigate Yu Mukai’s background,” Shirakawa Natsumi said.

　　The middle-aged man was taken aback for a moment, then immediately said, “Half of the affairs happen between superiors and subordinates, or between colleagues.”

　　Shirakawa Natsu ignored the guy; he didn’t want to investigate Mukai Yu, as it was going too far afield.

　　But the thing is, he had absolutely no way to get close to Hojo Maki.

　　She had no friends, nor any close female friends.

　　This left Shirakawa Natsume with no way to proceed.

　　Investigating Mukai Yu was a last resort, a desperate measure, as the lecherous fox filled him with a sense of crisis.

　　He can no longer allow the women around him to leave; he must become stronger quickly.

　　Yutaka Mukai’s information came faster than Maki Hojo’s.

　　When Shirakawa Natsu received the information, she was stunned. Looking at the photo in her hand, she realized that this guy actually had a girlfriend, and she was quite pretty.