Tokyo: Rabbit Officer and Her Evil Partner-Chapter 313 - 234: Minamoto Tamako · Sukumizu Edition

It was night.

Inside the large bath of Rihang Pavilion.

Moonlight penetrated through the gaps in the bamboo blinds, and Fushimi Roku was soaking in the milky white hot spring.

As the reserved time approached, the hot spring facility thoughtfully called to remind Fushimi Roku that the private room was cleaned and asked when they would arrive. Minamoto Tamako couldn’t feign ignorance; filled with nervousness, she took her swimsuit and went to the hot spring facility with Mr. Fu Jian.

The late-night session was quite deserted, with only a few guests preparing to leave from the men’s and women’s baths. Fushimi Roku finished his bath first, and after hesitating multiple times, he changed into swim trunks before dipping into the spring.

Minamoto Tamako wrapped herself in a bathrobe, hesitating outside the door.

The silhouette projected onto the Tang paper on the sliding door, and Fushimi Roku could clearly see her little actions. After waiting for a long time without Tamako opening the door, he casually asked:

"Need some help?"

"N-no need..."

Minamoto Tamako gritted her teeth and slid the door open.

Her hair was wet, with the ends clinging to her fair skin. Her neck was slender, and her collarbones delicate. Perhaps because she had just bathed, her cheeks glowed with a tender blush.

"D-don’t look at me." Tamako clutched the towel tightly, wrapping herself securely from the collarbone down.

Fushimi Roku internally complained; it was just the two of them, if he didn’t look at Tamako, who else could he look at? Besides, this girl had neither chest nor buttocks, he wasn’t even eager to look!

If it were in a previous life, a girl coming to a hot spring would at least take eight hundred photos, not caring if anyone was watching. Then, she would carefully select one from those eight hundred, edit it meticulously, and post it beautifully in a collage on social media...

They were wearing swimsuits, what was there to be shy about?

Fushimi Roku thought that this girl, after all, was a well-bred lady, perhaps strictly raised, psychologically unadapted to this, so he simply turned around and lay on the outer edge of the hot spring, demonstrating sincerity.

Seeing this, Minamoto Tamako took a deep breath and removed the last layer of fabric.

As the towel slipped, the bamboo water filler clapped with a ’dong’ sound. Amidst the swirling steam, she hesitantly dipped her toes in the water like a startled tabby cat before slowly entering the spring.

Fushimi Roku heard the sound of water and mistakenly thought Tamako had entered the hot spring, so he subconsciously turned around and saw a magnificent sight.

Under the dappled bamboo shadows and the haze of steam, a cypress tray floated on the water, holding chilled plum wine.

The girl wore a blue and white school swimsuit, with the water level just above her absolute territory. The swimsuit clung to the outline of her abdomen, tracing every curve of her body—Fushimi Roku retracted his previous opinion, this girl indeed had hips.

"Why are you peeping!"

Tamako shrank into the hot spring, water splashing, leaving only half her face visible, bubbles emerging in front of her.

Fushimi Roku’s gaze fell on her head; her hair antenna was wet and couldn’t stand up.

"This is a hot spring, not a changing room, what’s with peeping or not peeping? Besides, didn’t we have a drowning rescue class at the police academy? What’s there to make a fuss about?"

He spoke confidently, leaning back against the stones on the edge, indicating that he liked lounging like this since it was the most comfortable way to enjoy a hot spring.

"These are completely different things!"

Tamako slightly surfaced from the water, softly arguing.

At school, they wore rescue uniforms, with black waterproof fabric, covered properly and revealing nothing; but now she wore the school swimsuit from high school when boys and girls swam separately, never encountering the opposite sex.

The two, separated by a safe distance of four or five meters, argued briefly before suddenly falling into a mysterious silence.

Fushimi Roku glanced once more, then no longer lingered, as staring at a girl was impolite. He folded a small towel, placed it on his forehead, and tilted his head back to gaze at the moon, enjoying the hot spring’s warmth.

Minamoto Tamako had no such leisure; she stayed huddled at the edge of the hot spring in a pose resembling a turtle sticking its head out, remaining silent.

Yes, she was simply soaking properly in the hot spring.

With nothing better to do, Tamako couldn’t help but start to daydream; entertaining herself, she opened her arms under the water and pushed forward sharply, creating ripples spreading towards Fushimi Roku.

"Secret Skill: Water Wave Shocking Technique!"

Fushimi Roku, unaware of her small actions, remained still in his Li Bai gazing at the moon pose, motionless and seemingly lifeless.

Drat, how could he be unscathed? The deer-headed monster was still too strong...

Tamako acted like a submerged turtle once again, leaving only her eyes peeking out above the water. She decided to adopt a defensive strategy, forming hand signs to perform Ninjutsu, imagining an invisible wall of absolute defense erected between her and Mr. Fu Jian.

"Ninjutsu: Fog Locking Wall!"

...

Fushimi Roku, not interested in drinking Tamako’s bathwater, was ready to leave after soaking for about twenty minutes.

As he stood up, Tamako exclaimed, covering her eyes with her little hands but peeking through her fingers. Seeing him wearing swim trunks and covering himself with a towel, she exhaled in relief, pretending casually as she continued to secretly observe him.

"Don’t soak too long, or you might faint in the water."

Fushimi Roku casually reminded, wrapped in a bath towel, effortlessly breaking through the absolute defense, sliding the door open to leave.

Seeing this, Tamako also prepared to make her escape.

She placed her hands on the edge of the hot spring, intending to rocket out of the water, but her ankle was caught by something underwater.

Was it the bamboo drainage chain?

Or some other foreign object...

She shook her foot, couldn’t shake it off, something still hooked onto her. After a moment’s hesitation, she took a deep breath, submerged, and reached out to search.

One couldn’t open their eyes in the onsen, not because of the sulfur content, but mainly because the water temperature was too high, risking eye damage.

She held her breath for a long time and indeed felt a chain, unable to figure out how it hooked around her ankle. After fiddling for some time, she still couldn’t untangle it.

The hot spring water wasn’t deep enough to drown someone but wasn’t shallow either, at least rising above her chest.

Just as Tamako was about to surface, she faintly heard hurried footsteps, and then a pair of strong arms lifted her out of the water. Her back rested against a solid chest, and she instinctively leaned back, meeting Fushimi Roku’s downward gaze.

Eye contact rendered the atmosphere filled with romantic tension.

Through the thin fabric, she could feel his body temperature.

With a ’dong,’ the chain hooked on Tamako’s ankle dropped, plunging into the water.

Fushimi Roku’s hands slipped under her armpits, finding it quite soft. She was very light, carrying her with ease. Taking advantage of Tamako not regaining her senses, he immediately explained: "I thought you were drowning."

From Fushimi Roku’s perspective, the previous scene was terrifying—a mass of black hair scattering on the water surface, bubbles rising, Tamako struggling underwater, seemingly about to expire.

Tamako’s small face turned beet red, her eyelashes dripping with water, and she slowly pouted, uneasily struggling a bit: "L-let me down, quickly!"

Fushimi Roku was just about to let go when he felt an incredibly smooth sensation from his fingertips. He bent down, gently setting Tamako down, and casually commented: "Why don’t you have armpit hair..."

Slap.

In a reflex, Tamako smacked him across the face.

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