CHAPTER 444: CHAPTER 336: HARDER!!

On the other side, Taira Sakurako was worried and couldn’t sleep, so she lay on the bed reading manga with a flashlight. Hearing footsteps outside the door, she quickly turned off the flashlight, flipped over, covered herself with the blanket, and pretended to be asleep.

The door was pushed open, and Taira Sakurako peeked and saw that the visitor was Fushimi Roku. She simply opened her eyes wide and lit the flashlight, shining it on the night prowler.

The suspect, Mr. Roku, was bare-chested, holding Minamoto Tamako horizontally in his arms. Her pants were missing, her face was flushed, and drool was dripping from the corners of her mouth, making her look as if she had been utterly wrecked.

"..."

Taira Sakurako pointed the flashlight at Fushimi Roku’s face, "Even if you’re on death row, you shouldn’t do this kind of thing."

Truly despicable, totally nauseating!

The strong light made it hard for Fushimi Roku to open his eyes. Hearing Taira Sakurako’s questioning, he felt as if he were in an interrogation room, "What nonsense is this kid thinking! This one got drunk and unruly, I’m the victim here!"

After speaking, he casually tossed Minamoto Tamako onto the bed, "Don’t shine the flashlight in people’s eyes like that, it’s very impolite, you know?"

Taira Sakurako put down the flashlight and lit her small face from below, her deadpan expression appearing extra terrifying in the shadows, "Look into my eyes!"

"What’s wrong?" Fushimi Roku rubbed his chest.

"Confess honestly, what did you do to Tamako?" Taira Sakurako questioned.

"I didn’t do anything. You can check for yourself," Fushimi Roku said irritably, showing the marks on his hands. "It was her, getting drunk and unruly, secretly tying me up while I was asleep..."

Before he could finish, Taira Sakurako covered Minamoto Tamako with the blanket, squirmed inside for a bit, and then popped her head out, saying, "It’s wet, still trying to deny it?"

"..."

"What’s wet?" Fushimi Roku felt like he was discovering something unusual, perhaps the "Minamoto Tamako User Manual" was due for a major update tonight. "Safety pants? Maybe she drank too much and wet the bed."

"No, it’s her mouth..."

Taira Sakurako showed disdain, "But now I’m even more suspicious."

Fushimi Roku was too lazy to argue, it was late, and he should have been beautifully asleep by now.

He left with a dismissive ’Believe it or not,’ and went straight back to his room, tidied up the mess, and lay down to sleep.

Silence through the night.

Early the next day, Minamoto Tamako woke up from her hangover, her head splitting, her mouth dry and throat parched, wishing she could drink an entire river like Kua Fu.

She opened her eyes in a daze, her head buzzing, feeling uncomfortable all over as if she had participated in a freestyle fight last night, her body parts not responding properly.

"Ugh..."

Minamoto Tamako reached out to touch her face, only to feel a stab of pain as soon as she touched her forehead.

She yelped, becoming somewhat awake, and looked up to see the clock’s hour hand pointing at eight, while the minute hand was at fifty-nine.

Minamoto Tamako fully awoke, hurriedly flipping upright, rushing to wash her head and face in the bathroom, bustling around frantically, running with a toothbrush while tying her tie, shouting, "Sakurako, get up! We’re going to be late for school!"

There was no response from the bed, and glancing back, she saw that Sakurako was lying there reading a book, wearing pajamas with no intention of getting up.

Realizing the alarm didn’t go off, and today was Sunday, with Taira Sakurako not having school nor her needing to go to work, Minamoto Tamako let out a sigh of relief, realizing she had been groggy, strolling back to the bathroom, lazily tossing aside the tie, and brushing her teeth listlessly.

Her small hand repeated the brushing motion, while her soul had already drifted away.

Through the mirror, Minamoto Tamako gazed at the bump on her forehead, starting to recall what happened yesterday.

If she remembered correctly, yesterday Fushimi Roku suddenly confessed about the Nue Poison, leaving her very anxious and very sad. The more she thought about it, the more anxious and sad she became, wishing everything that had happened yesterday was just a dream...

Then?

Minamoto Tamako continued to recall, remembering taking Fushimi Roku to the hospital for a check-up, encountering constant setbacks with unsatisfactory results. She understood why Mr. Fu Jian had wanted to smoke lately; the pressure was enormous, smoking a couple of cigarettes was understandable.

After returning home, Mr. Fu Jian prepared a meal, but she didn’t eat a bite because he said he had an unfulfilled wish...

At this point in her recollection, Minamoto Tamako’s toothbrushing hand froze.

She remembered it all — to fulfill Mr. Fu Jian’s last wish and seize the final opportunity, she chose to gather her courage and confess her feelings to him openly!!

Minamoto Tamako slapped her forehead, letting the toothbrush fall into the sink. She recalled fortifying herself with liquid courage, downing half a bottle of the foul liquor, hugging a trash can to vomit, and then losing consciousness.

Since then, no matter how hard she tried to recall, she couldn’t remember a thing.

Could it be she fell asleep right after drinking?

Or did she confess to Mr. Fu Jian while drunk?

So did he agree or reject her?

Minamoto Tamako felt her mind in chaos, as she swirled a mouthful of water, wiping off the toothpaste foam from her mouth. Returning to the room, she queried Sakurako indirectly about last night’s situation.

Taira Sakurako was engrossed in reading the "Japan Meteorite Guide", replying without lifting her head, "Don’t really know, just heard you calling in his room."

"?"

Minamoto Tamako’s forehead bump popped up a big question mark.

What do you mean I was calling in his room?

The comment was too ambiguous and carried a strangely intriguing ambiguity, causing Minamoto Tamako to ask further, "What was I calling?"