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Tokyo: Rabbit Officer and Her Evil Partner

Chapter 445 - 336: Harder!!

Author: Love to eat four vegetarian steamed goose hearts
updatedAt: 2025-08-24

CHAPTER 445: CHAPTER 336: HARDER!!

"I can’t hear it clearly." Taira Sakurako flipped the page casually.

"What kind of tone was it, roughly? Was it very terrified, or very excited, or... was it more inappropriate for children?" Minamoto Tamako nervously knelt next to Taira Sakurako.

Taira Sakurako gave a completely unexpected answer:

"Twisted."

Minamoto Tamako’s small face froze for five seconds, as she pondered over which organ she would need to use to make a ’twisted scream’, while in her mind she imagined herself drunkenly twisting and screaming darkly, crawling around in Mr. Fu Jian.

"..."

"Are you sure?" Minamoto Tamako doubted that Taira Sakurako might have misheard: "Can you demonstrate it?"

Taira Sakurako bluntly refused: "No, I can’t."

After saying this, she got up to change, put on her overalls and a little yellow hat, slung a heavy cloth bag over her shoulder, and said casually, "I’m heading out."

Minamoto Tamako, still in shock, quickly asked where Taira Sakurako was going. With Taira Sakurako’s chronic homebody personality, voluntarily going out was as improbable as the sun rising from the west.

Could it be that her social withdrawal miraculously healed?

"Going out to play with friends." Taira Sakurako told a little white lie.

Minamoto Tamako believed her and was deeply moved, feeling that friendship can indeed heal everything. She was genuinely happy for Taira Sakurako to have made a good friend of the same age at school.

But then again, Minamoto Tamako was really worried about Taira Sakurako going out alone and said she wanted to go along with her. Taira Sakurako immediately rejected the idea, claiming she could take care of herself, and she wouldn’t be alone; Mayu was going out with her too.

Minamoto Tamako thought it over; she didn’t like elders following her when she was younger either. Back in the countryside, her grandpa would sometimes let her go out to play with friends, the only requirement being to return before curfew.

Even though she wasn’t entirely comfortable, she didn’t want to stifle Taira Sakurako’s enthusiasm for going out, so after weighing it in her mind, she agreed to let Taira Sakurako go.

However, Taira Sakurako didn’t care at all whether she agreed or not, because in her eyes, Minamoto Tamako wasn’t considered an elder.

"Remember, don’t go to places with few people, and if you encounter danger, shout for help. If you get lost, find a phone booth to call home... Did you bring money? Here, I’ll give you an extra 500 yen for emergencies." Minamoto Tamako repeated her reminders at the doorway.

Taira Sakurako changed her shoes while accepting the handful of coins. For a normal seven-year-old child, 500 yen was indeed a considerable sum, but Taira Sakurako had her little stash, and she wasn’t short of that 500 yen.

"Got it."

She casually brushed off the comments, standing at the door, repeatedly psyching herself up.

If it weren’t for the important mission she had, she wouldn’t step out the door for anything, not even if Mayu begged her on her knees, and she definitely wouldn’t go out to play... What’s so fun outside anyway? Staying home and playing games was much better.

Taira Sakurako took deep breaths, gritted her teeth, and pushed open the door, poking her head out to look around cautiously.

Seeing her sneaky, furtive demeanor, Minamoto Tamako was more resolved to let her go out and become independent, yet she still couldn’t let go and decided to lend her pink flip-phone to Taira Sakurako, so she could contact them if anything unexpected happened.

She stuffed the phone into Taira Sakurako’s bag, accidentally bumping into something hard, with a very familiar shape: "What’s this?"

Taira Sakurako quickly covered her bag, fully aware that Minamoto Tamako wasn’t as easily fooled as Fushimi Roku, and if Minamoto Tamako found out she had a gun, there’d be no peace for a week: "A, a toy gun."

"Oh... just don’t point the muzzle at anyone."

Without suspecting anymore, Minamoto Tamako gave a few more pointless reminders. Only after seeing Taira Sakurako hurriedly leave and disappear at the end of the hallway did she finally close the door.

Minamoto Tamako returned to the living room, her attention drawn to the two bottles of soju on the coffee table, staring blankly for a moment. She shook them; both bottles were empty.

Did I really finish two bottles of soju?

Is my alcohol tolerance really that high?

Taking advantage of Fushimi Roku not being up yet, Minamoto Tamako took a shower and quickly tidied up the mess from last night. She cleaned up the uneaten food from the dining table and changed the trash bag, taking the garbage downstairs to dispose of it.

Afterward, she lay back down in bed, trying to recall what happened last night.

Hmm...

Did I confess?

Did Mr. Fu Jian accept it?

Should I just ask Mr. Fu Jian directly?

But what if I didn’t confess last night?

Minamoto Tamako tossed and turned, from lying down to sitting up, then from sitting up to a headstand against the wall, attempting to stimulate her brain by reversing her blood flow, hoping to awaken her memory of the previous night.

...

Meanwhile, Fushimi Roku finished catching up on sleep, waking up naturally.

His eyes opened, and he immediately saw the handcuffs hanging on the bedframe, recalling the absurdity of the previous night, giving him a splitting headache.

"Ugh... drinking definitely causes trouble."

Fushimi Roku also drank quite a bit last night; otherwise, he wouldn’t have agreed to let Minamoto Tamako tie him up... He wasn’t sure if Minamoto Tamako remembered, but if she did, he could take the opportunity to threaten her, exposing her bizarre nature.

Propping himself up, he leaned on the bed, his mouth dry. He absentmindedly opened a bottle of mineral water, gulping down half to quench his thirst before instinctively picking up the pack of cigarettes on the bedside table.

A morning cigarette is like a godsend.

But just as Fushimi Roku lit a cigarette, an inexplicable wave of disgust hit him, feeling oddly liberated from the need for it, as if the weight on his shoulders had lightened significantly.

Hmm?

What’s going on?

Unwilling to accept it, Fushimi Roku coughed to mask the sound of the lighter, lit the cigarette, and took a deep drag. It felt good, but the strong urge to continue didn’t follow.

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