Tokyo: Rabbit Officer and Her Evil Partner-Chapter 314 - 235: On the Taste of Armpit Hair

In his previous life, Fushimi Roku came across a post where the poster raised a topic:

Is a woman’s armpit considered a private part?

Initially, the post didn’t gain attention until a pervert replied, claiming he likes to be squeezed under a woman’s armpit and inhale the rich scent of her armpit hair, thus considering the female armpit a private part. To emphasize credibility and accuracy, the pervert went into detail about the scent of female armpit hair at different ages, states, and clothing.

Upon its release, the post quickly soared to the hot search list.

As proven, as long as there’s enough buzz, netizens will argue over anything. Some said according to law armpits aren’t private parts, while others argued female armpits are different from male ones and should be treated differently. Meanwhile, others kept posting suggestive pictures...

Logically speaking, everyone has body hair, but occasionally there are one or two uniquely gifted individuals with smooth underarms and no special odor.

Minamoto Tamako has always been sensitive about this. She didn’t want to stand out; in the past, during swimming classes, she was gossiped about by other female classmates who said she might be a late bloomer, maybe even a dwarf.

Isn’t there a saying that goes, ’Hasn’t even grown hair yet,’ and another ’a yellow-mouthed brat,’ making it seem like a universal consensus in society that having body hair is a sign of maturity.

Suddenly brought up by Fushimi Roku, her head heated up, perhaps dizzy from the bath, and her body responded instinctively, standing firm after landing, she turned and slapped Mr. Fu Jian across the face.

A crisp sound.

A loud sound.

After hitting, Minamoto Tamako came back to her senses, feeling very regretful, hurriedly apologizing. Fushimi Roku didn’t mind, though; it didn’t hurt, and his skin was thick, only affecting him by ’HP-1’ level.

But such behavior mustn’t go unchecked; if she could slap today, wouldn’t she end up riding on his head tomorrow, throwing her weight around?

Moreover, he kindly saved a person but got slapped in return. If such conduct is encouraged, where’s the justice? Will people still be eager to save drowning little girls in the future?

For justice, punishment is required!

Fushimi Roku immediately put on a Sima face, silently picked up a towel, wrapped it around his chest like Minamoto Tamako, and turned to leave the hot spring pool.

Minamoto Tamako quickly followed, disregarding the differences between men and women, clasping her hands in a fly rub manner, pleading to Mr. Fu Jian not to mind.

Oh no, with Mr. Fu Jian’s petty nature, he surely will deduct major points!

Why couldn’t I control my hand?

What if Mr. Fu Jian thinks she’s a violent girl and really gets interested in the other four candidates? Even if the worst doesn’t happen, getting an impression point deducted by Mr. Fu Jian would also be severe!

"How about, you hit back..."

Panicking, Minamoto Tamako blurted out foolish words.

"Sure."

Fushimi Roku suddenly stopped in the corridor and turned around.

Minamoto Tamako was startled, with Mr. Fu Jian’s strength, wouldn’t he hit her head into a Thomas spin?

But a gentleman’s words are like a team of horses that can’t be taken back. She’s not someone who goes back on her word, especially since she’s genuinely apologetic to Mr. Fu Jian and wants his forgiveness. Her impulsivity deserved punishment.

"Then do it!"

Minamoto Tamako was nervous, clenching her fists, and seeing Fushimi Roku actually preparing to strike, she felt a bit regretful inside.

It’s said Edison lost hearing in one ear from a slap. Such punishment seems a bit too harsh; she hurriedly added, "Don’t, not too hard! Just about the same strength as mine..."

Fushimi Roku held bad intentions in his heart. He raised his palm high, swung it down in a big arc. Minamoto Tamako, tense, closed her eyes, and he suddenly eased the strength, landing lightly on Minamoto Tamako’s face.

"...Huh?!"

Minamoto Tamako was confused and opened her eyes.

"Sigh, actually, you hit me, I hit you, what’s the meaning in it? The hurt in the heart won’t heal; it’ll only deepen the cracks between us..."

Fushimi Roku shook his head, sighing, displaying the tragic demeanor of a Japanese drama’s male lead.

That expression seemed like he’d been betrayed a hundred thousand times by his childhood sweetheart, with African Huang Mao convenience store owners taking turns in and out, exhausting family wealth, deeply humiliated, heavily indebted, and finally awakening with heart-wrenching pain.

Minamoto Tamako felt increasingly guilty. She never expected that with Mr. Fu Jian’s petty nature, he would repay good with evil; maybe her score in Mr. Fu Jian’s mind is very high, yet she betrayed this trust...

Before she recovered, Fushimi Roku continued adding fuel to the fire, deploying the Evil Chant Pain Version, claiming the emotional hurt was far greater than any physical pain. Wounds on the body can heal, but the cracks in the heart are irremediable, even elevating it to a matter of personal insult, asserting Minamoto Tamako had violent tendencies.

The Yuzi Beast had been immune to the Evil Chant, but now, following the version update, plus Fushimi Roku grabbing her fault and weakness, she found it hard to defend herself, only able to stand on the corridor with a guilty face, unable to counter any words. freewёbnoνel.com

"So, what do you need to forgive me?" Minamoto Tamako asked cautiously.

Fushimi Roku shook his head and said, "I’ve already forgiven you, but the wound in my heart isn’t so easily healed..." Then, he glanced at Minamoto Tamako, changing his tone, "But I think if a kind soul can give me fifty thousand yen right now, I might feel a bit better."

Hmm?

Minamoto Tamako sensed something was wrong; when money was involved, her intelligence returned, clearing her head immediately.

Yet the "guilt" debuff wasn’t easily shaken off. Minamoto Tamako, pondering for a moment, ultimately decided to spend money to ward off calamity.

If fifty thousand yen could buy her the chance to slap Mr. Fu Jian, it didn’t seem too expensive...

She returned to the changing room, changed clothes, dried her hair, took out her piggy wallet, counted fifty thousand yen, and handed it to Fushimi Roku. He took the money without counting, nor did he show a cunning smile of success, but rather took out a "Hot Spring Bun Chocolate" from his pocket.

This is a specialty chocolate, its flavor mimicking hot spring buns; the exterior is white chocolate, with crispy wafer and red bean cream filling inside, blending the flavors of Western chocolate with traditional Japanese sweets, typically given as complimentary gifts at most hot spring resorts.

He had grabbed a few from the front desk while Minamoto Tamako was changing.

Now, he handed over the candy with a smile: "Hmm, not bad, a treat for you."

Minamoto Tamako, having lost fifty thousand yen, which was her hard-earned money, made Mr. Fu Jian happy, though she felt deeply frustrated inside, opting to convert her anger into appetite, accepting the candy.

She peeled off the wrapping, put it in her mouth, took a bite, and found the taste to her liking; she enjoyed it and squinted with pleasure.

Even a little compensation is better than nothing.

Hmm, it tastes really good.

Minamoto Tamako’s mood improved, thinking, it wasn’t completely unacceptable. In terms of experience, the fifty thousand yen was well spent—if there wasn’t the Evil Chant segment, it would have been perfect.

On the other side, Fushimi Roku folded his arms, smirking coldly in his heart. This fifty thousand yen was merely the first step in his soft rice meal plan.

Sooner or later, he’s going to eat soft rice and hard to eat!

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