Tokyo: Rabbit Officer and Her Evil Partner-Chapter 312 - 233: I’m Not a Lolicon!

Upon hearing this, Minamoto Tamako’s mood became uneasy again.

She never expected that Mr. Fushimi would turn out to be a notorious womanizer. Usually, he seemed disinterested in women, but his private thoughts were so outrageously wicked he could even say ridiculous things like ’being with mother and daughter is for justice’...

That makes sense, the longer one suppresses desires, the more distorted the mind can become!

Minamoto Tamako pretended to be magnanimous, indicating the topic should end here; they’d continue being good partners and friends, while the lover assessment would proceed privately, sneakily rating each other without affecting normal life.

"Dating is just a spice of life, you know, I won’t take it too seriously..."

She crossed her arms, walked with a swagger, and deliberately said: "In the end, it’s just an option. I haven’t decided whether to date or not... After all, my career is flourishing, and I’ll eventually get promoted, become a full-fledged criminal police officer, so career should be the priority!"

Fushimi Roku nodded repeatedly with a similarly indifferent expression: "Exactly, I think the same way."

Damn it, how can you think like that? Minamoto Tamako gritted her teeth secretly.

She didn’t know Mr. Fushimi’s rating criteria, nor did she know her own score, which bothered her greatly; after all, the so-called "twelve candidates" were fabricated by her—it’s like two countries intimidating each other with nuclear threats, she claimed to have nuclear weapons, but in reality, she had nothing and could only exhaust her mind for enemy intelligence.

"Anyway, since we’re idle, why don’t you talk about your rating criteria?"

Tamako the spy launched a sneak attack, trying to steal the nuclear weapon launch switch.

Once Mr. Fushimi rated her too high, even a perfect score couldn’t do without her, the situation would reverse and she would call the shots—amazing military tactics from the so-called "Tamako Chronicles"!

"As for that," Fushimi Roku dismissed casually: "It’s hard to say in a short time."

In his experience, if the ruling class wants to exploit the grassroots people, they certainly won’t provide clear rules. On the contrary, the more vague the standards, the more complicated the rules, the more advantageous it is for vested interests.

He wanted to make the "assessment criteria" a Sword of Damocles hanging over Minamoto Tamako’s head!

Tamako the spy devised another trick, proposing to exchange rating criteria with Mr. Fushimi, giving a plausible reason, claiming it was to promote tacit understanding between partners, understand each other’s dislikes, and cooperate better during future tasks.

It was very far-fetched.

Fushimi Roku saw through her but didn’t expose it, confident and unshakable, he casually found an excuse to refuse.

Minamoto Tamako was unwilling to give up, racking her brains in probing as the two walked and chatted, following the set plan, heading to a small seafood restaurant to taste local fish dishes.

Once they were full and satisfied, Minamoto Tamako calmed down slightly. Though she said nothing, in fact, she was still pondering in her mind. To digest the food, they continued to stroll around, heading for Atami City.

Minamoto Tamako’s planned route was reasonable; Atami City wasn’t far, they arrived in minutes. Fushimi Roku looked up, the facade had white walls and black tiles, layered like Chinese style, the eaves curving up, looking quite imposing.

Upon entering, they happened on an art exhibition filled with forbidden erotic spring scenes. Minamoto Tamako barely glanced before hurriedly dragging Fushimi Roku away.

Such art was still too avant-garde for her.

Finally, the two traversed a bamboo grove, passed through a torii, heading to Kinomiya Shrine. The road had ponds on both sides, and a dragon head stone carving spouted water onto wooden ladles inscribed with "奉纳" characters.

Minamoto Tamako wandered aimlessly.

Even when entering the shrine to make a wish, she was thinking about what was inside Mr. Fushimi’s head, hoping the gods would grant her a mind reading superpower, promising to use it for good deeds, and incidentally conquer Mr. Fushimi.

Clap, clap!

Minamoto Tamako clapped her hands, the Fate Bell jingled, she solemnly bowed her head, eyes closed, wishing sincerely.

Perhaps divine intervention, or divine illumination, Minamoto Tamako was struck with sudden insight; Fushimi Roku was likely bluffing!

Based on her understanding of Mr. Fushimi, if there were indeed four candidates, Mr. Fushimi would want them all!!

Maybe Mr. Fushimi, like her, didn’t have any other candidates at all!

Minamoto Tamako abruptly opened her eyes, side-eyed Fushimi Roku, who was also making a wish with hands together and eyes closed. She was unsure—did Mr. Fushimi like her, or was he lying to her...

The more she thought, the more distressed she became, silently deducting 0.01 points from Mr. Fushimi.

After deducting, Minamoto Tamako realized her deduction was utterly meaningless.

Even if she reduced Mr. Fushimi’s score to zero, her feelings still wouldn’t change.

Like is like, 100 points is like, 0 is also like.

She liked a person, not a person’s merits or flaws.

Minamoto Tamako sighed silently; instead of waking up, she seemed to be sinking deeper.

After worshiping the shrine, Fushimi Roku suggested finding a place to rest. He was in decent shape, but walked too long he felt mentally fatigued. Moreover, the scenery was monotonous, he had grown bored and preferred idling sitting down.

Minamoto Tamako had no objections, she said since they were taking a break, they might as well visit the inn to check on Taira Sakurako. So they turned back to the inn, knocking on Taira Sakurako’s room door, where her eyes revealed exasperation, making Minamoto Tamako uncomfortable.

"Back already?" Taira Sakurako asked.

"What else?" Fushimi Roku casually lay on the tatami, his limbs slowly morphing into Nobita, lying sideways, yawning.

"Wasn’t a seven-day travel plan set?" Taira Sakurako asked again: "It’s only been a few hours."

Minamoto Tamako felt guilty, kneeling seated aside, pouring herself a cup of barley tea: "Other sights are too far away, we can’t stay overnight elsewhere."

"Why not?" Taira Sakurako cut to the chase.

Minamoto Tamako wondered what Sakurako was up to? Could it be she was matchmaking her with Mr. Fushimi? Whew, perhaps Sakurako could help probe for intel since Sakurako and Mr. Fushimi were siblings...

"Because the hot spring suite is booked for tonight, wouldn’t staying overnight elsewhere waste the deposit?" Fushimi Roku casually explained.

He genuinely thought so.

Right now he was strapped for cash but didn’t want to cut his quality of life. Naturally, he wanted to be frugal while splurging, ensuring every penny spent was worth it.

Taira Sakurako looked enlightened, her gaze towards Minamoto Tamako grew meaningful, as if saying ’you really are something’.

Minamoto Tamako wanted to explain, but felt it would only further complicate matters, so she resolutely invited: "Sakurako, want to join us?"

"No," Taira Sakurako refused decisively.

"Why not?" Fushimi Roku asked casually.

"Because there’s a lolicon present," Taira Sakurako replied.

Fushimi Roku grew furious, vehemently declaring his aesthetics and orientation normal; Taira Sakurako simply studied Minamoto Tamako with a glance, not saying a single extra word, returning to silence.

The room inexplicably fell quiet.

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