Chapter 138 The enemy shamelessly used seduction…

Nekono Ikuya slowly turned her head, her emerald green eyes gleaming with a dark and alluring light in the dim light inside the car, as she locked her gaze on the gentlemanly-looking man in the driver's seat.

Honest, innocent, and gentlemanly.

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The air seemed to freeze for a moment, with only the faint light from the dashboard flowing silently between the two.

A smile suddenly curved at the corners of Nekono Ikuya's lips. It wasn't annoyance, but rather a restless anticipation ignited by the unconventional challenge!

"Oh?" He uttered a single syllable softly, his voice more supple and slower than before, as if each word had been carefully savored on the tip of his tongue before being uttered, carrying a peculiar, captivating rhythm, with a faint, almost imperceptible hoarseness at the end, tickling the heart.

"Is Mr. Amuro already leaving?"

Rei Furuya nodded without changing his expression, his purplish-gray eyes filled with impeccable sincerity and concern: "It is indeed getting late. Miss Okumori visited an art exhibition today and also encountered an unexpected case. She must be tired. It would be better if she rested early."

He even raised his hand and gestured "please" towards the apartment entrance, indicating that Nekono Ikuya could get out of the car without worry, and that he would watch him safely enter the building.

“I watched you go upstairs,” he added, his voice steady, as if it were just a gentleman’s perfectly normal concern.

Nekono Ikuya didn't move.

He simply leaned forward slowly and deliberately, shortening the already short distance between them.

As he moved, the scent, a blend of light perfume and his own unique aroma, once again wafted out, lingering around Rei Furuya's nose and enveloping him completely.

"How considerate you are, Mr. Amuro."

He spoke, uttering the word "considerate" softly and slowly, with an almost aria-like teasing tone.

Then, he made an even more outrageous move—

Nekono Ikumi gently leaned half of her body against the corner of the seat back between the driver's and passenger's seats. Her fingers rested lightly on the seat back, and her emerald green eyes stared unblinkingly into Furuya Rei's purplish-gray eyes, which were trying to maintain a calm demeanor, with an undisguised invitation.

"Aren't you really going up for a seat?"

They were so close they could see each other's reflections in their eyes, and their breaths almost mingled.

Rei Furuya's breath hitched for a moment, but the smile on his face remained unchanged, even carrying a just-right hint of helplessness and embarrassment.

“That’s probably not appropriate, Miss Sakuratori.”

He shook his head slightly, his tone sincere, completely like a gentleman who cares about the reputation of others: "If others see me entering and leaving your apartment so late, it might cause unnecessary misunderstandings."

"This isn't quite right," he said, his face conveying the sentiment, but his eyes held a smile.

Rei Furuya, in high spirits: Let's start with Najo! Looking forward to Ikuya Nekono's reaction!

And Nekono Ikuya?

Nekono Ikuya blinked, seemingly a little disappointed upon hearing this, but then she straightened up abruptly and solemnly agreed, "Mr. Amuro is right, I didn't think it through."

He made a gesture as if to open the car door.

Jianggu Ling: "?"

Is this the end of the push-and-pull? Something's not going to happen! Was it a strategic retreat?

Just as he was surprised, he saw Nekono Ikuya let out a soft "ah," as if she suddenly remembered something, and then she stopped.

Nekono Ikuya's lips curled into a sly smile as she looked at Furuya Rei once more.

Rei Furuya: This is more like it, it's definitely not over yet. Come on, make your move, he's ready.

Really?

Nekono Ikuya smiled innocently and slowly reached out to smooth the hem of her skirt. The movement was elegant, even somewhat nonchalant.

Rei Furuya's gaze was involuntarily drawn to it.

The soft, light skirt was gently lifted by Nekono Ikumi, revealing a section of fair, straight calf. Then, his fingertips hooked onto a black leather leg ring hidden under the skirt, close to the skin of the thigh.

Rei Furuya's gaze froze.

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Leg rings?!

Nekono Ikuya's smile deepened as he deftly unfastened the hidden clasp and slowly pulled out the pistol that had belonged to Furuya Rei, which he had taken earlier, from the inside of the leg ring.

The misty blue skirt, fair skin, black leather leg rings, and metal pistol... all combine to create a highly contradictory and impactful scene.

Rei Furuya: I'm really not prepared for this.

The skirt was lowered again, and Nekono Ikuya now held a pistol that still retained the warmth of her body.

Fangtani Rei's gun.

“Mr. Amuro,” Nekono Ikuya gently handed the gun to Furuya Rei, her blue eyes curving into a smile, filled with innocence and mischief, “you’ve forgotten something.”

Cold metal, soft hands, and the leather leg ring that just flashed by...

The enemy shamelessly attempted seduction, but not completely; it was the kind where they wanted to say something but held back!

Jianggu Ling: "!"

The pupils dilated, the defense line teetered on the brink of collapse.

"..." His throat tightened, his purplish-gray eyes fixed on the pistol and the pair of green eyes behind it with a mischievous smile, a storm rapidly gathering in his eyes.

Nekono Ikuya took in his reaction, and the corners of her mouth curved upwards even further.

Instead of pulling his hand back, he pushed the gun forward further, his blue eyes gleaming with a mischievous glint, and asked softly:

"Hey, aren't you taking it?"

Nekono Ikuya: Provocation, insane provocation.

The string of reason snapped in an instant!

Rei Furuya suddenly reached out, not to catch the gun, but to grab the wrist of Ikuya Nekono's hand that was holding the gun! The force was great, carrying an undeniable meaning.

He took a deep breath and reluctantly surrendered: "...Okay, you win again."

Who could resist that?

He released his grip, quickly took the gun, and tucked it back into its holster on his lower back with swift movements.

Then Rei Furuya pushed open the car door, took a long stride to stand outside the car, and slammed the door shut with a "bang," a series of actions as smooth as flowing water.

He looked at Nekono Ikuya, who had also gotten off the car, and his pretentious gentlemanly mask fell away, revealing a genuine smile.

"Let's go." Furuya Rei said succinctly, reaching out to take Nekono Ikuya's hand, preparing to walk with him towards the apartment's main entrance.

Rei Furuya: Successfully lured in, ready to enter the inner sanctum—literally entering the inner sanctum.

However, Nekono Ikuya gracefully took a step back, just avoiding his hand.

Under Rei Furuya's astonished gaze, Ikuya Nekono raised her hand, elegantly pointed to the apartment door with her fingertip, then pointed to Rei Furuya, and then shook her head.

His smile became even more mischievous, and even more innocent.

He mimicked Furuya Rei's earlier tone, using Okumori's voice, "No, Mr. Amuro."

"If someone sees you coming in and out of my apartment so late, it might cause unnecessary misunderstandings. Oh dear, isn't that inappropriate?"

He even imitated the tone perfectly, his face showing the helplessness of "Look, I'm in a difficult position too," but deep in his eyes was a smile.

A boomerang! Chip-style Furuya widens his eyes in shock. Damn it, it's a boomerang!

“So, to avoid any misunderstandings…” Nekono Ikuya trailed off, turning around triumphantly under Furuya Rei’s increasingly dangerous gaze, and walked towards the apartment door, leaving behind only a smiling sentence, “Mr. Amuro, please go back. Good night.”

Nekono Ikuya: He turned the tables on her, politely refused, and turned to walk away.

The misty blue skirt fluttered gently in the wind, leaving behind a resolute silhouette.

Without even glancing at him again, he unlocked the door without hesitation, entered, and the door slowly closed behind him, completely cutting off Furuya Rei's view.

A gentle breeze blew by, bringing a touch of coolness.

Jianggu Ling: "...?"

Something's not right, is it? The script is off!

Rei Furuya stood there, somewhat amused and exasperated.

He vigorously rubbed his scalp, making his beautiful blond hair slightly disheveled. His purplish-gray eyes were filled with astonishment and a lack of words. Finally, all of this settled into a blazing light, as if his competitive spirit had been completely ignited.

No, he absolutely has to go in today!

He looked up and scanned the apartment building in front of him. The building wasn't very tall, with delicate decorative lines on the facade and protruding balconies. His gaze quickly locked onto a spot—the floor where Nekono Ikuya lived. Under his watchful eye, the balcony door opened.

Rei Furuya's lips curled into a wild smile.

Okay, what if others see this and misunderstand?

OK.

He loosened the Poirot bow tie at his collar, the sapphire gleaming faintly in the night, unbuttoned the top two buttons of his shirt, and stretched his wrists and neck.

Without hesitation, he turned and walked into the shadows of the apartment building, his figure quickly disappearing into the darkness.

Actually, he's also an expert at climbing walls!

As night fell outside the window, the soft glow of the floor lamp filled the room with warmth, and the faint scent of shower gel lingered in the air.

Nekono Ikuya had removed her disguise and changed into a set of loungewear. Her soft black hair was still a little damp and hung casually over her forehead and neck.

He stood barefoot on the soft carpet, holding a glass of water, in the center of the living room, his bright green eyes gazing at the terrace with a smile.

As if waiting for something.

Suddenly, a hand shot out from below and firmly gripped the edge of the terrace. The knuckles were distinct, and the back of the wheat-colored hand showed strong lines.

The next second, with a swift pull-up, a familiar figure appeared. Rei Furuya's movements were quick and silent; he pushed off with both hands, his body lightly flipping over the railing and landing steadily on the balcony, without making a sound throughout the entire process.

The night breeze ruffled his slightly disheveled blond hair. Rei Furuya stood up, dusted off his hands, and his purplish-gray eyes locked onto the smiling figure in the room, his gaze filled with helplessness.

"Oh my," Nekono Ikumi raised her water glass, took a slow sip, and her blue eyes curved into crescents. "What's this? A burglar breaking into a house? What's he doing here?"

Rei Furuya didn't answer immediately. Instead, he took a few long strides, crossed the boundary between the balcony and the interior, and walked straight to Ikuya Nekono: "I just remembered that I forgot something."

Nekono Ikuya tilted her head, her emerald eyes gleaming mischievously in the lamplight: "Hmm? Forgot something important that made our Mr. Furuya break into a house at night to retrieve it? I've already given you the chip and the gun."

Rei Furuya said matter-of-factly, "It's not that I forgot these things, it's that I forgot you."

Nekono Ikuya drawled, "Oh, so he's not a thief, but a womanizer."

Rei Furuya pondered, "That's not wrong... Are you going to scream?"

“No, I just wanted to say…” Nekono Ikuya’s expression was serious, “Don’t forget to take a shower first.”

The real night is just beginning, and a beautiful scene unfolds in the room, making each breath feel long and drawn out.