Yu Cai also has a large bust. At 26 years old, Yu Cai is already quite big, and her D-cup breasts can completely cover her breasts.

Hojo Maki is completely different; women who have breastfed are completely different from girls.

If I had to describe it in words, Hojo Maki would be the most comfortable person in the world.

Shirakawa Natsu placed the birthday cake on the coffee table and said with a smile, “Happy birthday, Aunt Maki.”

“Yes, thank you.” Hojo Maki smiled and took out several prepared cold dishes from the refrigerator and placed them on the coffee table.

Shirakawa Natsumi withdrew her gaze from her graceful figure and casually asked, “Has Mukai-kun not returned yet?”

It’s already 7 o’clock, and there’s still one hour until the agreed-upon 8 o’clock.

After hearing his question, Hojo Maki gave him a deep look.

Shirakawa Natsu was stunned by that gaze; those beautiful eyes seemed to pierce through his body, revealing all his secrets.

His heart skipped a beat, and a thought flashed through his mind.

No way, could it be that Aunt Ma Fei has already seen through everything?

No, Shirakawa Natsumi immediately denied it. She might only have suspicions, but it was absolutely impossible for her to have completely guessed.

That look in her eyes must be a habit she developed over many years of criminal investigation.

Shirakawa Natsu smiled and didn’t dare to mention Mukai Yu again, and they started chatting casually.

Hojo Maki’s gaze was fleeting, and she immediately resumed her smile.

Shirakawa Natsu smelled a faint fragrance, different from the perfume scent of ordinary young girls.

Aunt Ma Fei’s perfume seems to be more pungent.

As he spoke, watching her red lips open and close, her high breasts, her long legs in black stockings swaying casually, and smelling her stimulating fragrance, Shirakawa Natsu bent over slightly. Ever since he had his powerful minotaur kidney replaced, he was always more easily aroused.

Shirakawa Natsu glanced at the time; it was 7:10.

On the other side, Yu Mukai was panting heavily, holding photos and a camera in his hand, his face showing a complex mix of emotions including resentment, regret, and self-blame.

He burned the photos, bid farewell to his past self and to Ryoko Arishima, and then devoted himself to becoming a police officer.

Staying by Hojo Maki’s side might allow me to be with her, to kiss her, and to enjoy her mature and alluring body.

He might not be able to be with her, and instead become an ordinary policeman, marry an ordinary wife, and live out his life.

Yu Mukai thought he had completely given up photography, but when the moment actually came, he hesitated again.

Ryoko Arishima suddenly spoke up: “Let me help you.”

After she finished speaking, she snatched the photo and lighter from Mukai Yu’s hand. Mukai Yu opened his mouth, wanting to speak, but couldn’t say anything.

He did not stop Ryoko Arishima.

Ryoko Arishima is holding a lighter in one hand and a photograph in the other.

The photograph is made of a mixture of plastic and paper, is flammable, and emits black smoke when burned, which is unsettling.

In the photo, Ryoko Arishima, dressed in a vibrant swimsuit, has her dreamy eyes rapidly turning black in the flames.

Then it blurred into a blur, shattered into countless fragments, fell to the ground, and was blown up by the wind, mixing with the dust.

These traces of its existence, that vibrant beauty, seem to have vanished forever.

Yu Mukai opened his mouth wide, then gave a wry smile, relaxed completely, and said to Ryoko Arishima, “Thank you.”

“Everything we once had is gone.” Ryoko Arishima threw the last crumbs into the trash can and looked at Yu Mukai: “From now on, you are Yu Mukai, and we have Ryoko Arishima. Let’s get to know each other again.”

After she finished speaking, she extended her hand and said, “Hello, Yutaka Mukai.”

Yu Mukai was taken aback, scratched his head, and reached out to shake her hand: “Hello, Ryoko Arishima.”

He raised his wrist, glanced at the time: 7:30, 30 minutes before the agreed time: “Sorry, I have to go now.”

After Ryoko Arishima helped him make the decision, he felt a sense of relief, as if he had said goodbye to his inner demons.

After that, he settled down to be a policeman and stayed by Hojo Maki’s side.

“Don’t go.” Ryoko Arishima suddenly hugged him from behind: “We’ve said goodbye to the past, let’s start over.”

“I’m sorry, Ryoko.” Yu Mukai gently removed her hands. “I already know what I really want.”

“Is that so?” Ryoko Arishima’s voice was strange, a tone he had never heard before, coming from behind him: “Do you really know what you truly want?”

“I…” Ryoko Arishima was about to confirm when she turned around and froze.

Just now, Ryoko Arishima had unzipped her dress, revealing her body underneath.

On her fair skin, there wasn’t underwear, but an adult swimsuit.

It’s exactly the style shown in the photo.

“This is what Yu really wanted, isn’t it?” As Ryoko Arishima spoke, she had already taken off her entire dress.

The pure white dress I remember fell to the ground, mixed with dust, and turned gray.

“Let’s start over.” Ryoko Arishima tilted her head, took a camera out of her backpack, and handed it to Yu Mukai. “Yu Mukai actually wanted to be the one taking pictures, right? The reason you can’t pick up a camera is because you’ve lost interest in ordinary things, isn’t it?”

“No…no.” Yu Mukai pushed away the camera she offered. “I’m not.”

He didn’t expect Ryoko Arisuma to start over; that’s what he meant.

“Liar.” Ryoko Arishima said coldly, one hand reaching towards his inner thigh: “Your body has already told you to agree, hasn’t it?”

At 7:45, there were still 15 minutes until the agreed time.

Shirakawa Natsu pulled his gaze away from the wall, feeling his heart pounding at its fastest.

He was confident that Ryoko Arishima could win over Hiroshi Takagi.

Using this tactic is somewhat like drinking poison to quench thirst, and there’s no doubt that Ryoko Aishima, this pure and innocent girl like a porcelain doll, is the perfect example.

Deep down, there may be some peculiar fetish.

Shirakawa Natsu’s help will deepen their friendship, and Arishima Ryoko has already been added to his friend list on the yellow-haired app.

This means that you will encounter tasks related to her in the future.

Tasks related to perversion are bound to be quite perverted.

Of course, all of that is for the future. Right now, the most important thing is to deal with Aunt Mafei right in front of us.

Hojo Maki held a glass in her hand, slowly sipping her drink. Her red lips and the crystal-clear liquid looked delicious together.

But Shirakawa Natsu felt like she was about to break apart. She had managed to win over Mukai Yu, but she had made no progress with Hojo Maki.

Forget about completing the internal tasks, whenever they tried to delve deeper into the conversation, Hojo Maki skillfully avoided them.

Shirakawa Natsumi clearly felt the difference in their skill levels.

The main problem is that there wasn’t enough time. Reality isn’t a novel. He has already done everything he could to win over Mukai Yu.

It’s simply impossible to win over a worldly, experienced married woman, especially a criminal investigator, within a few days.

Without a doubt, he has done everything he could to the best of his ability.

“Gulp, gulp, gulp.” Hojo Maki drank quickly, then poured herself another glass, but made no move to pour any more for Shirakawa Natsu.

“Aunt Mafei, have you drunk a bit too much?” Shirakawa Natsumi reminded her, as she had already drunk half a bottle in just a short while.

A beautiful married woman gets drunk in front of you—it’s a scenario that’s hard to resist.

However, Shirakawa Natsu did not want Hojo Maki to get drunk, because the mission had a clear rule that it must be completed while she was sober.

Otherwise, even if the two of them actually had sex, and even if he filled her belly, it wouldn’t count as completing the mission.

It’s just disgusting.

When Hojo Maki saw him offering her a drink, a strange look flashed in her eyes, and she said with a half-smile, “Xia, don’t you want me to get drunk?”

Her already beautiful cheeks became even more radiant with the flush of alcohol.

The aroma of alcohol mixed with the pungent scent of perfume creates a restless fragrance.

“Of course.” Shirakawa Natsu nodded firmly: “Aunt Maki, please drink in moderation. Alcohol can harm your health.”

He spoke these words with utmost sincerity, because they truly reflected his innermost thoughts: her flight was tomorrow.

If she gets drunk tonight and can’t complete the task, she’ll be in real trouble at the airport tomorrow.

Hojo Maki stared at his face.

While Shirakawa Natsu felt extremely uncomfortable, Hojo Maki suddenly smiled, her smile blooming like a vibrant red rose: “My husband often said the same thing about me when he was alive.”

“Hmm.” Shirakawa Natsu nodded in agreement, it seemed she had successfully stopped Hojo Maki from drinking.

He had just breathed a sigh of relief when he heard a “thump thump thump” sound from the side.

Hojo Maki finished the glass of wine in one gulp, her face now flushed with a distinctly intoxicated blush.

But she didn’t stop; she poured herself another full glass.

That bottle of wine was already three-quarters gone in the blink of an eye.

“Holy crap!” Shirakawa Natsu almost cursed out loud, snatching the bottle from Hojo Maki’s hand: “Aunt Maki, please drink in moderation.”

After he finished speaking, he glanced at the clock on the wall; the second hand had just crossed over from 8 o’clock.

Yutaka Mukai broke his promise.

Shirakawa Natsumi finally breathed a sigh of relief, having successfully eliminated her competitor.

“Strange.” Hojo Maki held a wine glass in one hand, her eyes glazed over. She pointed at the cake and said, “Xia, why is the birthday cake so ugly?”

At this point, Ma Fei was clearly biting her tongue as she spoke.

Clearly, she was already drunk after those few drinks.

“Damn it!” Shirakawa Natsu was so angry that she cursed, and Hojo Maki was drunk, which meant the mission could not be completed.

Am I supposed to sober her up?

His gaze fell on Hojo Maki, whose curvaceous body and beautiful face were slightly hazy from the alcohol. Her small mouth was slightly open, and her bright red lips were even redder after being soaked in alcohol.

Her long, black-stockinged legs bent unconsciously, making her short skirt look a little messy.

“Gulp.” Shirakawa Natsu swallowed a mouthful of saliva. The drunken married woman was so beautiful.

He couldn’t help but place his hand on her cheek, feeling the smooth, soft touch of her skin: “Aunt Mafei, are you alright?”

He never expected that he would suddenly become so drunk when he was perfectly fine just a moment ago. He realized that one should not rush into drinking.

Hojo Maki slightly opened her eyes, a smile playing on her lips, exuding a mature and alluring charm.