Shortly after the police call was made, sirens approached from afar, breaking the tranquility of the upscale residential area. Several uniformed police officers quickly went upstairs to Yoko Okino's apartment door. The capable and spirited female officer leading the team was none other than Miwako Sato of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department's First Investigation Division.
When Miwako Sato's gaze fell on Kanjuro standing at the doorway, she was struck as if by an invisible lightning bolt. Her steps abruptly halted, and her professional, serious expression instantly froze, replaced by an extremely complex mix of shock, panic, and even a hint of... an unspeakable flutter.
Her pupils slightly constricted, and the fingers holding her notepad unconsciously tightened, her knuckles turning a little white.
(Kanjuro... why is it him?! )
A painful yet unforgettable memory surged through her mind. Initially, to investigate the bizarre mass death incident at the elementary school camp, she disregarded the danger and directed her investigation towards the enigmatic young man, Kanjuro. However, the investigation process became the Waterloo of her career and even her life. Not only did she fail to find any conclusive evidence, but in repeated confrontations, she was gradually cornered by Kanjuro's demonic charm and methods, eventually... in a state of semi-coercion and semi-unfathomable submission, she became intimate with him.
That time, she not only lost her dignity and stance as a police officer to pursue the truth, but more terrifyingly, she discovered that her once resolute heart had, in despair and humiliation, developed a twisted love and dependence on this devil. This made her feel incredibly ashamed, yet unable to break free. Since then, she forced herself to stay away from any cases related to Kanjuro, attempting to bury that dark memory.
But she never expected to meet him again, here, in this manner.
Miwako Sato's momentary loss of composure and the complex emotions that were impossible to hide on her face, though extremely brief, did not escape Yoko Okino's keen eyes. Yoko frowned slightly, her heart suddenly filled with doubt.
(This female officer... knows Mr. Kanjuro?)
(And her reaction... is so strange. It's not like the expression one would have when seeing an ordinary person involved in a case or a witness. There was surprise, panic, and even... a hint of pain and an unspeakable... affection?)
As an idol who had been in the entertainment industry for many years, Yoko Okino had excellent observational skills. Miwako Sato's unusual reaction immediately heightened her curiosity about Kanjuro.
Kanjuro naturally also saw Miwako Sato, but his expression remained unchanged, still calm and composed, with even a faint, elusive smile playing on his lips, as if he had long anticipated her arrival. He nodded slightly at Sato, greeting her in a normal tone:
"Officer Sato, good evening. I didn't expect you to be the one on duty."
His voice sharply pulled Miwako Sato back from her chaotic thoughts to reality. She took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the stormy emotions in her heart, and tried to restore her expression to professional calmness, but her slightly trembling fingertips still betrayed her inner turmoil.
"Ye... Kanjuro?" Her voice carried a hint of imperceptible hoarseness. "Did you call the police? What happened here?" She turned her gaze to Yoko Okino and the slumped manager Yamada on the floor, trying to focus her attention on the case itself.
Kanjuro briefly narrated the events, highlighting manager Yamada's malicious acts of illegal entry, secret photography, and attempted blackmail and slander. His narration was clear, objective, and calm, as if he were merely an accidental witness and protector.
Miwako Sato listened while taking notes, but her gaze occasionally drifted towards Kanjuro, her eyes complex. She noticed Yoko Okino standing beside Kanjuro, and the unconscious dependence and trust she exuded made a hint of sourness, which she herself hadn't even noticed, and... unwillingness well up in her heart.
(Is he playing the savior again?)
(Using his methods... to capture hearts...)
"We understand the situation." Miwako Sato tried to keep her voice steady, signaling her colleague to handcuff the ashen-faced manager Yamada and take him away. She looked at Kanjuro and Yoko Okino again, saying formally, "Thank you for your cooperation. We may need you to come to the police station later to give a detailed statement."
"No problem, we'll cooperate." Kanjuro smiled and agreed.
After the police left with the suspect and the apartment door returned to quiet, Yoko Okino couldn't help but look up, her bright eyes filled with inquiry, directly at Kanjuro.
"Mr. Kanjuro," she asked softly, her tone full of curiosity, "Do you... know Officer Sato? Her reaction when she saw you seemed... a bit special."
Kanjuro looked down to meet her probing gaze, his smile deepening a few shades, carrying a mysterious charm. He neither admitted nor denied, merely gave an ambiguous reply:
"You could say... we've met once. Officer Sato is a... very serious officer."
His evasive answer only deepened Yoko Okino's doubts. The mist surrounding Kanjuro seemed to grow thicker; there was clearly an unknown past between him and the beautiful female officer, and his composure, mystery, and powerful abilities displayed at critical moments, far beyond his age, made Yoko Okino, in addition to her gratitude and dependence, feel a stronger desire to understand him more deeply.
For Yoko Okino, this night was not just about experiencing betrayal and crisis, but also about opening a door to Kanjuro's unfathomable world. And the scenery behind the door—was it darkness, temptation, or salvation? She knew nothing, yet was deeply attracted. The police car drove away with the distraught manager Yamada, and the apartment corridor returned to silence, leaving only Kanjuro and Yoko Okino standing at the door. Officer Sato's abnormal reaction earlier, like a stone thrown into a lake, created ripples in Yoko's heart, bringing her curiosity about Kanjuro to a peak.
She closed the door, leaning against it, her beautiful eyes intently fixed on Kanjuro, who was unhurriedly sitting on the living room sofa. She couldn't help but press again, "Mr. Kanjuro, can you tell me now? What exactly is going on between you and Officer Sato? The way she looked at you was definitely not just a 'chance encounter'."
Upon hearing this, Kanjuro lazily leaned back on the sofa, looking up at her with a mischievous, alluring smile. Instead of answering directly, he proposed something that left Yoko dumbfounded:
"Oh? Miss Yoko is so eager to know?" He tilted his head, his eyes playful. "How about... you call Officer Sato yourself? Ask her directly what our relationship is."
Yoko Okino was stunned, looking suspiciously at Kanjuro, thinking he was joking. "Mr. Kanjuro! This... this is too rude!" Who would encourage someone to call and ask such a private question?
However, seeing Kanjuro's confident smile, as if everything was under his control, and his posture showing no intention of leaving (he even leisurely poured himself a glass of water), Yoko Okino's curiosity ultimately triumphed over her embarrassment and hesitation. She also wanted to confirm her suspicions, and more importantly, she wanted to see what Kanjuro was really up to.
"I'll call!" With a hint of defiance and a spark of competitiveness, she took out her phone, found the contact information Miwako Sato had left earlier, dialed the number, and deliberately pressed the speakerphone button.
The phone rang a few times before being answered, and Miwako Sato's efficient voice came through: "Hello, this is Sato, Miss Okino? Is there anything else you need to add to the case?"
Yoko Okino took a deep breath, glanced at the composed Kanjuro, and said into the phone, "Officer Sato, I apologize for disturbing you. It's not about the case... it's, it's about Mr. Kanjuro. I... I'm a little curious, what is your relationship with him? Why did you look at him earlier... so complexly, so strangely?"
A brief silence fell on the other end of the line, only faint breathing could be heard. Yoko Okino could even imagine Miwako Sato frowning in distress at that moment.
A few seconds later, Miwako Sato's voice rang out again, with an indescribable weariness and... a hint of resigned frankness. Instead of answering Yoko Okino, she said, "Miss Okino, please put the phone on speaker."
Yoko's heart skipped a beat, and she replied, "...It's already on."
Then, Miwako Sato's voice clearly came through the speaker, but her words were clearly directed at Kanjuro:
"Kanjuro, since Miss Yoko is so eager to know..." Her voice paused, as if she had made some kind of decision, and then, with a sense of throwing caution to the wind, even a hint of provocation, she continued, "Then just tell her directly. Tell her with your... 'actual actions'."
The implication in these words was too strong; the phrase "actual actions" was filled with ambiguous meaning, making Yoko Okino's cheeks instantly flush red and her heart pound uncontrollably.
Upon hearing this, Kanjuro finally burst into laughter, a deep, pleasant laugh, as if he had heard something incredibly amusing. He spoke towards the phone, his voice almost eerily gentle, and asked in return:
"Oh? Sato, when you say that... you really won't interfere? Won't regret it?"
Miwako Sato on the other end of the line was silent for a moment. When she spoke again, her voice carried a complex mix of bitterness, helplessness, and a twisted obsession. She almost gritted her teeth as she clearly said:
"I won't. Because... you know, I'm already yours."
"Boom!"
These words exploded in Yoko Okino's mind like a thunderclap! She widened her eyes in disbelief, looking at the young man on the sofa whose smile grew deeper and more charming, and then at the phone in her hand, still on a call.
(Already his?!)
(This capable and spirited female officer... and Kanjuro... are actually in such a relationship?!)
(And she... she actually admitted it so directly?! And even encouraged Kanjuro to tell me with 'actual actions'?!)
The immense amount of information and this illogical conversation left Yoko Okino's mind blank, her worldview severely impacted. She felt her cheeks burning, and her breathing became difficult.
Having received Miwako Sato's almost "permissive" response, Kanjuro's smile grew even brighter. He slowly rose from the sofa and walked step by step towards Yoko Okino, who stood frozen at the door, her face flushed and bewildered.
His eyes were as deep as night, swirling with dark desires and absolute control that Yoko Okino couldn't comprehend.
"Did you hear that, Yoko?" His voice was like a devil's whisper, echoing in the silent room. "Officer Sato said... I can tell you with 'actual actions'."
The call had been disconnected at some point, leaving only a dial tone. Yoko Okino watched the approaching Kanjuro, instinctively retreating, but her back hit the cold door panel, leaving her nowhere to go. Her heart pounded like a drum, filled with fear and the panic of being drawn into an unknown vortex, yet deep down, a strange thrill, attracted by this powerful darkness, began to stir.
Kanjuro reached out and gently stroked her burning cheek, his movement carrying an undeniable forcefulness.
"So, now... do you want to know the answer?" Kanjuro's approach carried an invisible pressure; the warmth of his fingertips transmitted through her skin, making Yoko Okino stiffen. Her back pressed tightly against the cold door panel, with nowhere to retreat, she could only watch as that handsome yet dangerously charming face magnified before her eyes. Fear and unease entwined around her like vines, yet in this extreme tension, a strange, secret thrill inexplicably arose.
"Ye... Kanjuro..." Her voice trembled slightly, almost inaudible. "Are... are you really that kind of person?" She asked her deepest fear and doubt, about his ambiguous relationship with Officer Sato, about the undisguised aggression in his eyes at this moment.
Kanjuro heard her question and chuckled softly, his laughter exceptionally clear in the silent room, carrying a casual cruelty and absolute honesty.
"What kind of person?" he retorted, his fingertips lightly tracing her jawline, the gesture ambiguous yet sending shivers down her spine. "Someone who treats you... like he treats Miwako Sato?"
He brought up Sato without hesitation, even with a hint of boastfulness, as if stating an established fact.
"Yeah." He leaned closer, his warm breath almost brushing against her lips, his voice low and bewitching. "Officer Sato, you approached me step by step just to investigate me back then, and then... just like you are now, you had no way to retreat, until finally..."
He paused intentionally, savoring the sudden contraction of Yoko Okino's pupils and her increasingly pale complexion before continuing unhurriedly:
"She yielded, she sank, and she became 'my person'."
In the most blunt and cruel way, he admitted to his twisted relationship with Miwako Sato, completely tearing away the dark essence beneath his gentle and elegant facade.
Then, staring into Yoko Okino's terror-filled eyes, he threw out that question like a devil's whisper, his tone carrying a fatal temptation:
"So, Yoko..."
"Do you want it?"
"Do you want me to treat you... just like I treated her?"
These words were like an ultimatum, pushing Yoko Okino to the edge of a cliff.
Should she refuse and flee from this obvious danger? Or... obey that trace of forbidden curiosity and throbbing for the darkness deep within her heart?
Her breathing quickened. Looking into Kanjuro's eyes, which seemed capable of swallowing everything, her mind was a mess. Her reason was screaming danger, but her body felt as if it were nailed to the spot.
Kanjuro did not rush her; he simply waited patiently for her answer, like a hunter waiting for his prey's final choice. The air in the room seemed to freeze, leaving only the sound of their intertwined, unsteady breathing.
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