Tokyo: Rabbit Officer and Her Evil Partner-Chapter 310 - 231: Sincerity Is the Ultimate Weapon!

According to Minamoto Tamako’s travel guide notes, the next stop is "Sunshine Beach".

They set off from Atami Station, following the route of the hot spring tour bus, enjoying the coastal scenery.

Unfortunately, the weather wasn’t cooperative, as thick fog-like black clouds pressed down on the horizon, making the coastal docks and bungalows lose their color, the gray-blue sea water slapping the ferry, and distant faint horn sounds echoed.

Today is a cloudy day.

Fortunately, the temperature is suitable, and the air is very refreshing. Fushimi Roku was wearing a gray windbreaker. The sea breeze slipped into the raised collar, lifting his fringe slightly, making him feel refreshed, and somehow his monotonous life had a sense of fulfillment.

Clearly, he hadn’t done anything, yet he felt more fulfilled than when he was busy.

Minamoto Tamako followed beside him, their height difference causing their strides to differ greatly. As Fushimi Roku continued walking, he inadvertently didn’t slow down his pace, effectively speeding up compared to Minamoto Tamako.

Although Minamoto Tamako is short, her body proportions are excellent, she can be described as ’petite’. Her pure black tights accentuated her leg shape, making her legs appear slender, but only relative to her upper body; compared to Fushimi Roku, it was clearly insufficient.

She silently quickened her pace, the small round-toed shoes tapping noisily.

Sunshine Beach is actually a small park, with a circular flowerbed in the middle, surrounded by a circle of wooden benches, with no significant sights to see.

They strolled over yellow and blue bricks for a while. Fushimi Roku was just about to comment on the boredom when Minamoto Tamako suddenly stopped in her tracks.

Following Minamoto Tamako’s gaze, he saw on the park’s outer wall of red sandblasted marble, a rusty plaque nailed:

"Lovers’ Sanctuary"

Below it was a passage of cursive English lettering, ending with: Bridal Mother Yumi Katsura.

Minamoto Tamako snapped back to reality, just catching Fushimi Roku’s scrutinizing gaze, becoming slightly flustered, she instinctively explained, "Ah no, I-I didn’t know there was this plaque here... Uh, what I mean is, this wasn’t part of my plan... I didn’t do it on purpose..."

Fushimi Roku felt playful; he enjoyed seeing Minamoto Tamako’s flustered expression. Moreover, this was part of the plan, he had to tease Tamako hard, so Yuzi Beast knows who the real boss is!

"I didn’t accuse you, why are you so flustered?" He pulled a face of ’I see’: "I understand, Tamako, you’re also at the age of being urged to marry, huh! Chief Kujo must be nagging you hard, after all, for the Kujo family’s eldest daughter, matchmakers must be breaking down the door..."

"Not at all!"

"Why is it hard to talk about marriage worries? After all, I’m your partner, I’ll definitely empathize, feel free to share any worries, I can help you plan... No deception, old price, just 500 yen."

Minamoto Tamako was a bit bashful earlier, but in a flash, her face turned red with anger.

She didn’t understand why, whenever there was a hint of an ambiguous mood with Mr. Fushimi, this guy would suddenly ruin the atmosphere with some nonsensical words, making her half-crazy with anger.

Sometimes, she even suspected Mr. Fushimi was pretending to be clueless, maybe he already noticed something fishy, just deliberately not revealing it.

Huh, wait, there might really be such a possibility...

Given Mr. Fushimi’s personality, if he found out someone was secretly in love with him, nine times out of ten he would secretly play tricks!

Minamoto Tamako was startled in her heart, suddenly remembering that earlier at the izakaya, a follower of the Aum Truth Sect revealed she’d once falsely claimed to be Mr. Fushimi’s girlfriend—at the time, Mr. Fushimi responded strangely, not commenting on it, not shocked at all, but instead leisurely pursued her for stalking.

Could it be...?

Just thinking of that possibility, Minamoto Tamako’s heart started to speed up, beating faster.

At this moment, she finally realized why Director Moriki warned her not to first express her feelings—it led to anxiety, nervousness, suspicion, and fear about Mr. Fushimi’s view of her, unsure whether Mr. Fushimi liked her or was indifferent, it felt like her fate was being held by the neck from behind.

Handing over control to others was undoubtedly a foolish decision.

Kujo Yua had once warned Fushimi Roku, Minamoto Tamako’s desire for control is stronger than her own. Fushimi Roku took this to heart, but he forgot there was a second sentence:

’Tamako will confirm a romantic relationship only when she occupies an absolute dominant position in a relationship, ensuring the other party is ’her own’.’

Now, while the Yuzi Beast was restless, with the unease peaking, she suddenly turned her head, her gaze firm, her small mouth puckered, sounding the trumpet of counterattack.

A 500-yen coin soared through the air. Minamoto Tamako snapped her fingers, then followed up with a question:

"Alright, who do you think I should marry?"

Fushimi Roku was stunned for a second, until the round metal reflected a cold light, flashing past him, then he came to his senses, catching the coin with one hand: "Uh, well, actually there’s no need to rush, after all, you’re still young, you should focus on your career first..."

"Got it, you’re suggesting I go for a political marriage?" Minamoto Tamako took a step closer.

"For marriage, you should definitely choose someone you like..." Fushimi Roku dodged the topic.

"Then who should I choose?" Minamoto Tamako moved one step closer again.

"How would I know who you like..." Fushimi Roku’s brain sounded alarms, the Yuzi Beast’s danger level had exceeded the threshold.

"Didn’t you just take 500 yen? At least provide a decent suggestion, right?"

Minamoto Tamako stood facing Fushimi Roku, looking up at him, her gem-like eyes seemed as mesmerizing as they were at first sight. She was so close that Fushimi Roku could smell the fragrance of her shampoo, the faint body warmth, and the warm breath.

"You need to be the master of your own life..."

Fushimi Roku tried to muddle through by spewing some motivational words, but Minamoto Tamako didn’t give him a chance: "So are you unable to provide a decent suggestion?"

Why is this guy so aggressive today?

Fushimi Roku furrowed his brows, intending to muster all his strength to defeat the counterattacking Yuzi Beast. Unexpectedly, Minamoto Tamako suddenly revealed her hand, using an almost unsolvable move:

"You’re right, I’m indeed searching for a suitable romantic interest, which is also in preparation for future marriage!"

She flipped out a white notebook with a gesture just like a cold-faced moon night god, flipping through it quickly and said, "To be honest, I organized this trip meticulously just to evaluate if Mr. Fushimi could be a suitable lover, and your performance has been truly disappointing in the comprehensive evaluation!"

Fushimi Roku raised an eyebrow, unsure what got into her, to be so daring and speak the truth from her heart.

Minamoto Tamako slapped the white notebook with her hands, opening it to reveal the records, and thrust it towards Fushimi Roku. To cover her anxiety, she subconsciously raised her voice: "Among the twelve candidates, Mr. Fushimi’s performance is the worst!"

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