Tokyo: Rabbit Officer and Her Evil Partner-Chapter 332 - 253: Men Are All Idiots

What sins do I need to atone for in this life?

Moriyama Yasurou recited numbly. She started feeling parched and famished; the mental pressure was more severe than the physical pain.

"Sister Yasurou! The tide is rising!"

Suddenly, an auditory hallucination echoed in her ears.

The youthful shout overlapped with the buzzing of instruments. In a daze, Moriyama Yasurou saw that familiar face, and the phrases she chanted suddenly became vivid as the electroconductive curve surged like a tsunami.

"No one atones for me..."

She thought she had long forgotten about it.

The boy stood at the pier. His skin was fair, his eyes bright, his hair naturally curly. He wore overalls and cupped his hands by his mouth: "Come and swim!"

A salty taste rose in Moriyama Yasurou’s throat, as if she really stood by the sea, or perhaps floated on the surface, watching the boy amid the turbulent waves.

How truly adorable...

Moriyama Yasurou still remembered that when she was in high school, there was an adorable little brother living next door.

He was just like a doll, wearing blue overalls, always observing ants moving home in the yard, crouching in a small ball like a mochi.

Moriyama Yasurou loved cute things, whether they were toys, pets, or real people...

Because adults were too ugly.

Back then, she was just a teenager, right at the age where hormones were rampant, her mind filled with all sorts of wild thoughts, fantasizing every day about how to play with that little boy...

But in fact, she hadn’t done anything strange to the boy, only became good friends with him, diligently playing the role of the understanding older sister next door.

She didn’t want to become an ugly adult.

The boy always loved watching the sea. After school, she would often ride her bike, taking the boy to the beach to play. The two of them would chat endlessly about many random topics.

Until one day, as the boy might have grown up, while they were sitting by the pier, he suddenly asked:

"Sister Yasurou, don’t you have any friends your age?"

"No, I don’t."

"Why not?"

"Well, there’s no particular reason..."

"Everyone says it’s weird for Sister Yasurou to always play with me."

"Really, someone said that?"

"Everyone says so."

"And what do you think?"

"I think... Sister Yasurou is different, not like the other older sisters."

"Different how? Don’t make me sound like a weirdo."

"You don’t roll up your skirt."

"Is that all?"

"Yes, high school girls all roll up their skirts! Only you don’t, doesn’t it seem strange?"

"So what? I just don’t feel like rolling it up... They roll up their skirts to look more attractive, to make their figure and legs look nicer... I don’t care about that. Do you care if an elementary girl rolls up her skirt?"

"Not really."

"See?"

"But as a high school student, shouldn’t you care about your appearance? You always wear sportswear, doesn’t that seem weird?"

"You little rascal, are you just wanting to see my legs?"

"A little bit."

"It’s too early for you."

"Then why are you friends with me, Sister Yasurou? What’s too early or too late? Could it be you’re a child too?"

"No way, how could a child handle the pressure of exams..."

"But surely there’s a part of you that’s a child, right? Everyone has a bit of a child inside them, and kids have a bit of an adult inside... I’ve got a bit of an adult inside, so wanting to see legs is natural!"

"Wow, that’s deep! Then I’ll just show you!"

"Really?"

"Just kidding! Idiot! Say that again, and I’ll tattle to your mom! You’ll see how terrifying a mature sister can be!"

"Ugh! Darn! I’m sorry... I was wrong, don’t tell my mom..."

"Hahahahahahahahaha!!"

"Sister Yasurou, you laugh like an elementary kid..."

"Oh? You dare challenge me? Feel my punch!"

"I-I’m complimenting you!"

"Go ahead, justify that."

"Though everyone says Sister Yasurou is weird, I really think you’re a great friend... I believe there’s a little child living in your heart too? Don’t let her die, she’s my childhood friend. I won’t die either; I’ll grow up to be a child disguised as an adult and marry you, Sister Yasurou..."

"You brat, taking the chance to touch my chest, aren’t you?"

"Uh, caught me..."

"Go to hell!"

...

When the waves crashed on the pier, they would cheer loudly for no reason, maybe just because the sea was cool, or the breeze felt nice from afar.

Later, for interviews, she too rolled up her skirt, learned intricate makeup, and handled men’s flattery with ease — she had her own car, her own house, her own career. At her age, if she wanted to become a station chief, she could only choose to bow down.

...

"Sister Yasurou!"

...

"No one atones for me..."

...

"The tide is rising!"

...

"Only I can bear it myself..."

...

"Come and swim!"

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"My sins will remain upon me."

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"I am grateful for being captured; my fallen steps were timely stopped by those who’ve seen the vicissitudes."

"All I can do is apologize, and that is my all now."

Moriyama Yasurou recalled her mundane earlier life, and the child within her heart seemed close to dying. She repented, repenting only to herself; she atoned, solely for her own sake.

She would no longer roll up her skirt for anyone.

...

As her voice faded, the instruments beeped. A man contentedly removed his headphones, clapping as he said: "Truly remarkable, you’re the believer who’s come to realize the fastest."

He stood up, helping Moriyama Yasurou out of her shackles: "I’m sure you still have many confusions in your heart. Don’t worry, the Master will clarify them for you..."

With that, the man supported Moriyama Yasurou as she walked out of the room. His movements were gentle and careful, like caring for a newborn baby.

In a daze, Moriyama Yasurou walked into a bedroom, where two maidservants helped her change clothes, washing her body. She was extremely thirsty and wanted to drink the bath water but was held back by the maidservants and dragged out of the bathroom.

Her toes sank into the pure white lamb wool carpet, making her feel as though she was walking on clouds. The maidservants draped her in black crape de chine nightwear and opened the curtains, letting Moriyama Yasurou fall into a thick silk bedding.

Voices came from outside the door. Moriyama Yasurou lifted her head, seeing a man in white robes enter. He claimed to be the Master, specifically here to enlighten the lost lambs.

"I hold a bottle of milk, bestowed only upon the devout believers..."

The Master held the milk bottle, took off his white robe, and gestured Moriyama Yasurou to come closer, kneel at his feet, repent devoutly, and through atonement, receive the milk and honey promised by the True God.

Moriyama Yasurou stood up, swallowing as she stepped closer. The Master displayed an approving smile, encouraging her: "Yes, just like that, kneel...open your mouth..."

"Are you an idiot?" she suddenly asked.

"Uh?" the Master was stunned.

Moriyama Yasurou grabbed a lamp-post and swung it fiercely, striking the Master’s temple. He fell instantly, the milk bottle shattered, and before he could beg for mercy, the lamp-post came crashing down again!

She smashed the Master’s head with blow after blow.

"As expected..."

Moriyama Yasurou casually tossed away the lamp-post, wiping the blood from her face: "Men are all idiots."

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