Chapter 47 is just a prank between young couples.

To be honest, Shuichi Akai had gotten used to Bourbon's prickly personality, which was always ready to prick him.

This creature is more like a porcupine than a hedgehog, as it can actively fire its quills.

As for his prejudice against the FBI, Shuichi Akai was too lazy to investigate whether it was due to innate incompatibility or acquired factors.

He would believe it if it was said to be a family heirloom.

But today's Bourbon is very different from the ones who used to make him unhappy.

Compared to his nonchalant spitting of venom, he lacked composure and seemed more like someone who had been poked in the gut and was jumping up and down.

Wow.

Shuichi Akai glanced around, his gaze sweeping over Yuya Kazami, who had followed Rei Furuya in, before finally settling on Ruki Kitagawa, his eyes suddenly filled with understanding.

I never imagined that Bourbon and that "Mafia" gang actually had something going on.

He thought to himself, "Wow!" and attributed the discovery to an unexpected delight.

Bourbon's performance within the organization was too impeccable. Now that he had finally found the other party's minefield, Shuichi Akai certainly didn't mind stepping on it a few more times and throwing in a series of combo punches.

He ignored Furuya Rei's order to leave, stood up gracefully, and his movements carried an indescribable air of elegance.

Shuichi Akai first glanced deliberately at Rei Furuya, then gave Ruki Kitagawa a smile he only showed during Honey Trap: "Since it's settled, how about we exchange contact information?"

A huge peacock flew by!

Rei Furuya looked as if he had seen a ghost; the light shining into his gray-purple eyes could turn into fuel and burn into a blazing fire.

And isn't this absolutely a provocation?!

He answered before Kitagawa Ryusei could, refusing without hesitation: "Don't even think about it!"

Contact information is absolutely unacceptable!

The FBI is so cunning, who knows when they might outsmart Ryusei!

Rei Furuya's tone was so decisive that Yu Kazami, standing to the side, couldn't help but glance at him sideways.

If I heard correctly... Mr. Akai seems to be asking about Kitagawa-kun, right?

However, as a perfect subordinate, he quickly convinced himself:

Mr. Furuya must have his own reasons for doing this!

Let alone peacocks, even if Shuichi Akai were to cosplay as a flamingo like Ruki Kitagawa, he wouldn't care much. His gaze has never left Rei Furuya from the very beginning.

Knowing the FBI was just joking, Rei Furuya was genuinely provoked, and she didn't mind satisfying her boyfriend on such a trivial matter.

So, Kitagawa Ryusei politely declined, saying, "Mr. Akai is probably not in a position to be contacted during this critical period of his undercover work. If there are any problems, the FBI and the National Police Agency can contact him."

Upon receiving this answer, Furuya Rei smiled triumphantly, crossed his arms, and turned to look at the long-haired man. He raised an eyebrow, and his smile instantly became artificial.

The meaning of seeing the guest off is very clear.

"..."

Looking around, Shuichi Akai finally understood how this guy developed such a terrible personality.

Both Morofushi Kagemitsu and Kitagawa Ryusei, when faced with the option of having Bourbon, were undeniably biased.

However, he wasn't in a hurry to make things difficult for Bourbon. Shuichi Akai had a fruitful day and decided to stop while he was ahead: "Kitagawa-kun is right."

"It's a pleasure to work with you."

After saying that, he picked up his leather jacket from the back of the chair, passed by Furuya Reiji with a meaningful laugh, and pushed open the door to leave.

...

The door opened and closed without making a sound.

The reception room was now empty except for Kitagawa Ryusei, Furuya Rei, and Kazami Yuya who was also there.

The FBI finally left, and Furuya Rei suddenly felt the air was more pleasant. In front of her subordinates, she didn't hide anything and called her boyfriend by his name: "Ryusuke, what did the FBI tell you?"

He used his usual tone to express his dissatisfaction: "Kazami said you guys have been chatting for two hours!"

Kazami Yuya, who had stumbled into the conversation, was completely bewildered: "...?"

So Mr. Furuya and Mr. Kitagawa are so close?

That makes sense; based on their ages, they should be classmates at the police academy...

Before Kazami could even come up with an explanation for Furuya Rei in his mind, he saw his omnipotent, majestic, and glorious leader of the Zero Group, Mr. Furuya, with his hands cuffed by Kitagawa Ryusei, offering no resistance whatsoever.

He even had a helpless look on his face, as if to say, "I knew it."

Honest Kazami Yuya: ...?

He couldn't understand it, but he was deeply shocked.

Rei Ryouko bowed his head, staring at the handcuffs.

Familiar feel, minimalist and stylish rose gold design.

This time, however, he wasn't handcuffed to Kitagawa Ryusei, but rather his hands were tightly cuffed in a standard prisoner's position.

He quickly noticed that the handcuffs were different from those issued by the police department; they seemed to have been privately modified, fitting snugly and tightly around the wrists.

This essentially eliminates most escape methods for prisoners, such as dislocating their thumbs. Ryusei truly lives up to his reputation.

Perhaps we could try having the police department manufacture them in bulk.

Of course, these were just fleeting thoughts that crossed my mind.

Rei Shirotani has more pressing matters to attend to than improving the police department's handcuffs.

His distress was palpable: ...It seems Ryusei is really angry this time.

While Furuya Rei was still thinking, Kitagawa Ryusei remained silent.

The two people in the living room formed their own private space, their atmosphere blending seamlessly together. Kazami Yuya, standing there, seemed to have wandered into some strange film set, as if he and the other two were not on the same script.

"...Mr. Fangtani?"

"..."

It wasn't until he spoke that Furuya Rei finally remembered there was an unfortunate kid next to him.

"Ahem," he coughed, trying to ignore his bound hands and forcing a serious, stern expression, speaking clearly as if issuing an important command:

"Kazami! About face, march in step! You can go home after the door closes!"

Whenever Furuya Rei has a problem that he can't explain to this subordinate, but still needs him to carry out orders, he will use simple and straightforward commands.

Kazami Yuya, accustomed to being scolded, reflexively replied, "Yes!"

Then, without saying a word, he carried out the order meticulously.

Only after he walked out and the door to the reception room closed behind him did Kazami Yuya, having completed his command, snap out of his dazed state and fall into deep thought.

Why does it seem like Mr. Furuya is a little afraid of Kitagawa-kun...? Is it just my imagination?

...

No, that's not the case.

Mr. Furuya, who was so tough just a moment ago, is now like a punctured balloon; once the fingers that were pinching the hole let go, the air just burst out like a flood.

He looked up and saw Kitagawa Ryusei's ambiguous smile in his eyes, then skillfully slid to his knees: "I was wrong, Ryusei!"

At this moment, the blond youth was pressed down on the sofa, while Kitagawa Ryusei stood up, looking down at him. Furuya Rei could only raise his face to look at the other person, his expression as pitiful as could be.

If I had to describe it, it's like my Siamese puppy taking its first bath. It's clearly afraid of water and trembling, but it just won't lay its claws on Kitagawa Ryusei.

But Kitagawa Ryusei isn't going to fall for that now.

He felt a surge of anger whenever he thought about the stupid things he had done, so he said with a heart of stone, "Begging for mercy is useless. Don't think I will forgive you easily."

"Isn't it fun to listen to me talking badly about you behind your back and act like you know nothing about it, huh?"

Taking advantage of the fact that no one else was around, Kitagawa Ryusei stepped forward and straddled the blond youth, forcing the youth to raise his head even higher in order to look him in the eye and show his sincerity.

Kitagawa Ryusei's hands were itching to grab those sharply defined jawlines, but thankfully he ended up holding them.

He asked in a dangerous tone, lowering his voice, "Do I look like an idiot?"

Falling Valley Zero:! ! !

He should have sensed danger, but in addition to the alarm, a miniature version of himself was screaming and yelling in his mind.

This Ryusei is so intimidating!

Having absolutely no idea what this guy was thinking, Kitagawa Ryusei recalled what he had done during this time and felt ashamed of himself.

He worried that Rei Furuya wouldn't get information from Team Zero, affecting his undercover work; he complained to him about Yuya Kazami and his superior; he talked about the Special Investigation Team's obsession with putting sacks on Team Zero...

In short, there are countless examples.

The guy listened with great interest, even chiming in with a few words, without revealing a single word from beginning to end.

"Absolutely not!"

Sensing that the sense of crisis was beginning to overwhelm his other thoughts, Rei Furuya's survival instincts compelled him to immediately raise his right hand as if making a vow.

The handcuffs restricted his movements, and in the end, he could only raise his hands, his expression sincere and earnest.

"How could I possibly think that way!"

He had just returned, and she almost lost her status as his boyfriend.

When I heard Kitagawa Ryusei talk about Group Zero, I was filled with righteous indignation. I was basically filled with guilt and trepidation. Of course, I had to keep my identity a secret to avoid adding any obstacles to my mission of apologizing.

As for what happens next... I do have the idea of ​​keeping it a secret for as long as possible.

But most of the time I really do forget!

Rei Furuya lowered his voice and explained everything clearly in one go.

Kitagawa Ryusei pressed further: "What about the fact that you've been avoiding me these past few days? Did you think you couldn't be brought back by Kazami-kun?"

Although it was common for them not to see each other for several days, he had heard from Furuya Rei that Furuya Rei visited his childhood friend during police station working hours and secretly inquired about the frequency and timing of his visits, just like his subordinate.

No wonder Kitagawa Ryusei couldn't find anyone at the hospital for several days in a row.

Rei Furuya felt even more guilty: ...In fact, if he hadn't known that Shuichi Akai was there, Kazami wouldn't have been able to call him back either. This way, he could have a few more days to recover.

That damned FBI, they didn't even give me time to make adequate preparations.

But these are words that cannot be said to a boyfriend. As a mature partner, Furuya Rei tries to say what he wants to hear: "I came here because I wanted to see you."

Unfortunately, Kitagawa Ryusei was already a seasoned Siamese cat breeder and only believed about 60% of it.

Because of their posture, most of Kitagawa Ryusei's weight was on the blond youth's legs.

He belatedly realized that the position was a bit too dangerous: "Ryusei, do you want to get down first?"

"...Or you could remove the handcuffs."

Rei Furuya's hands were pinned to his chest, preventing him from moving, but the distance between them did not prevent the exchange and rise of body temperature.

Especially the fingers that Kitagawa Ryusei used to pinch his chin didn't exert much force; they were so light that it was entirely up to the owner to lift it.

Instead, it caused the skin under the fingers to gradually become hot, which then spread from top to bottom to the limbs and the whole body.

...

If this can be considered a punishment, then Kitagawa Ryusei is indeed an expert in this area.

At this moment, Furuya Rei lowered his eyes and thought.

As he wished, upon hearing his words, Kitagawa Ryusei took a step back, looking completely innocent and not at all like he had done it on purpose.

He looked at Rei Furuya's hands, which he had handcuffed, and made a seemingly serious suggestion:

"Why don't you try snapping your fingers and see if it loosens?"

Although he didn't know their intentions, Furuya Rei tilted his head and snapped his fingers with his right hand, his face looking innocent.

Of course, no miracle happened.

Kitagawa Ryusei, on the other hand, was taken aback, then turned his head and chuckled.

The curve of her lips was subtle and pretty.

"..." At this moment, the upright Furuya-kun completely empathized with the foolish rulers who would do anything to make a beauty smile.

It's a bit silly, but it seems like a sure thing.

Noticing his gaze, Kitagawa Ryusei quickly suppressed his smile, reached into his left pocket and took out a silver key, which he waved in front of Furuya Rei.

The handcuffs he adjusted had no room to move, and the blond youth had no way of opening them by himself.

But Kitagawa Ryusei showed no intention of unlocking his shackles. Instead, he raised his finger and pressed it lightly against the blond youth's lips.

Caught him off guard

It felt cold to the touch, and there were other hard objects besides my fingers.

Rei Furuya subconsciously pursed his lips and held them in his mouth.

—It's the key to the handcuffs.

After doing all this, Kitagawa Ryusei patted non-existent dust off his hands, stood up, and distanced himself.

He raised his hands, took a step back under Rei Furuya's increasingly sinister gaze, and said slyly, "Please don't drop it, Mr. Rei. I only have this one key."

After saying that, he left the person standing there and ran away.