Chapter 39: Little Lover Gin pays a lot of attention to her.
Chaomu didn't think there was anything wrong with his speech.
"I didn't say anything strange. I was just making assumptions about what wealthy women like based on my own observations." She confidently raised her hand and pinched his chin, looking left and right. "Ms. Shimizu is quite artistic, and she can't resist the 'saving prostitute' complex. Seeing Midorikawa-kun's forbearance, she'll definitely feel pity and love."
Midorikawa Jing: “…………”
The bathrooms in old apartments are designed to be quite narrow. In the past, tall single men would often feel a little cramped when bending over to wash their faces in front of a low mirror.
At this moment, his private area was forcefully invaded by another alien, and the original owner was also lightly grasped in the vitals, leaving him to be played with. The contact that should have triggered a grappling action ultimately turned into a suppressed groan in the throat.
"Feeling pity or something..." The girl's gaze and touch were like scorching flames, burning his nerves. The young man with cat eyes barely suppressed his overly exaggerated reaction, lowering his eyes to stare at her fingertips. "From Miss Chaomu's eyes... I can't tell..."
Her eyes clearly contained no such emotion, but rather pure admiration - his overly sensitive senses made him instinctively deconstruct her gaze, and he felt so uncomfortable with such a pure, observing look that he just wanted to avoid it.
"I mean, Ms. Shimizu would show some sympathy." The owner of the golden eyes was completely unaware, still looking at him with a clear conscience. "She clearly likes those with somewhat tragic backgrounds but wholly optimistic and positive energy. Midorikawa-kun, your resistance will probably endear you to Mrs. Kawasaki—she has a bit of a bad taste, and might even enjoy forced love."
…They say Mrs. Kawasaki has a bad taste, but she clearly enjoys it herself…
Despite his patience, Midorikawa Kei couldn't help but sigh. He watched her approach with the razor in hand, forcing himself to cooperate and get her to finish quickly—obedience was easier than trying to dissuade her.
However, even though he had decided to obey in his heart, his body couldn't suppress its reaction. When the cool blade suddenly struck his left cheek, his palm instinctively clasped her waist tightly, and only released it after he realized his reaction.
The rough touch of the girl's fingers moved from her chin to her lips. The shaving foam shimmered pearly under the warm light. The young man's lower back pressed against the cold sink, his thoughts wandering in a dilemma: Her hands seemed to have thick calluses. Living alone must have been very difficult...
"We need to focus on this part... Okay, my knife skills are really good." Chaomu pressed his thumb against his jaw, his warm fingertips stroking the slightly prickly stubble, carefully removing those parts. "Midorikawa-kun really does look better with a clean look... Wow."
The shaved-off young man with cat-like eyes suddenly looked much younger, his handsome face flushed. Her golden pupils reflected his fiercely defiant expression, his tense jawline and glistening cat-like eyes forming a dangerous and fragile contrast.
The wet hair fell over the bloodshot eyes, making him look like a wet stray cat.
Even though he was not used to her touch, he still forced himself to obey and hide all his aggression...
Chaomu suddenly understood Mrs. Kawasaki's sexual fetish a little bit - seeing him being so tolerant, she instinctively felt the urge to take advantage of him and step on his bottom line.
"If Midorikawa-kun showed up at a host bar like this, there would probably be a lot of rich women rushing to open champagne towers for you." She couldn't help but touch his smooth jaw a few more times, staring into those blue eyes, and said seriously, "Your clothes are a little too neat, they'd look better if they were a little messy... Maybe sprinkling some water on them would make them look better if they were wet?"
"...very constructive advice." The place where he was touched trembled slightly. Midorikawa coughed lightly and arched his back slightly in embarrassment. "I have benefited a lot from Ms. Asamura's teaching..."
So the teaching is over, can I let him go? If I let her continue like this, his body...
Ah, the cat is angry.
Her keen intuition made Chaomu quickly let go and patted his shoulder nonchalantly: "Anyway, just act pitiful. I feel that Midorikawa-kun looks much more innocent when he pretends to be pitiful than that little black-faced boy. He can definitely easily surpass him and attract Ms. Shimizu's attention."
With his beard removed and his appearance properly dressed, Midorikawa Kei is definitely not inferior to Amuro Toru in terms of appearance, and his purity is even better. Anyway, neither of them can compare to Shi Er in terms of wildness, so if he has outstanding advantages in this aspect, he should also be able to perform well.
After completing the "teaching", eating the barbecue, and considerately helping to wash the dishes, she left Midorikawa's house with the free supplies and continued to complete her housekeeping work. The owner was left alone sitting at home, staring at the empty dining table in a daze.
...What did he do tonight... He was completely led into the other party's rhythm...
His fingertips touched the cleanly shaved chin. The unfamiliar feeling made Midorikawa Jing cover his cheek and let out an almost helpless sigh.
There were still a few unread messages on his phone. He looked down and found that they were from Zhu Xingdai.
Moroboshi: We didn't get any results from tonight's work. Gin isn't very satisfied with our progress—we'll probably have to work overtime soon.
[Zhu Xing: The person who provided us with the false information was Rum's most valued subordinate recently, and one of our strongest contenders for the code name. He seems to have been active among the ladies lately, and his progress is even faster than mine.]
Active among noble ladies...a cowherd.
Almost immediately, Midorikawa thought of the "little black face" that Chaomu mentioned.
Since several of the targets were wealthy women who frequented nightclubs, the team's infiltration strategy also included working as a waiter and gigolo. Zhu Xingdai himself employed a useful disguise and approached one of the ladies, which seemed to work well.
Thinking about it this way...the suspicious little black-faced gentleman should be the member of the organization's intelligence team mentioned by Zhu Xingdai.
He stared at the screen thoughtfully, but before he could reply, a new message popped up from Zhu Xingda, who was obviously still working overtime.
[Morohashi: I don't want to bother you, but is your nightlife over? Gin is asking your lover. After all, she seems to be an employee hired by Ms. Shimizu and is quite close to her target.]
Almost the moment he saw those words clearly, a chill suddenly spread from his fingertips to his heart. The back of Midorikawa Kei's neck was soaked with cold sweat, and his chest rose and fell with his breathing.
...Even after he took her away, did Gin still notice her presence? He was the one who led her into danger...
The next second, a new message appeared on the screen: [I didn't reveal your relationship with her to him. How you explain it is your own business.]
[Perhaps because the mission has made no progress, Gin is paying unusual attention to her and may use her as a breakthrough point.]
His breathing, which had been a little rapid, became somewhat steady again. Midorikawa supported his forehead and regained his composure while taking a deep breath.
Fortunately, Moroboshi Dai didn't tell Gin... Although the former must have his own thoughts and wanted him to owe him a favor so that he could repay it in the future, the current situation is still better than letting Gin know that he and Chaomu are quite familiar with each other.
Gin wants to use Asagao as a breakthrough point... As long as he thinks that Asagao is useless in advancing the mission, then Asagao will not be involved in these open and secret struggles.
She must not be dragged into this, no matter what. She must not be dragged down, no matter what.
He calmed down and typed a reply: [My relationship with her isn't what you think. I just wanted to find out Ms. Qingshui's preferences from her. That girl works for the Qingshui family and is very familiar with the tastes of several noble ladies.]
Advance the mission and divert the attention of Gin and Moroboshi Dai. Although the latter always acts like a "good partner," anyone who joins the organization is inherently dangerous, and we can't let them get too interested in Asami... He's a man who will do anything to achieve his goals, and he's a master at seduction. What if Asami falls for him...
Councillor Fujita hadn't broken ranks with the organization yet, and without orders from above, Gin wouldn't take direct action to push the Shimizu and Fujita families into opposition to the organization. The action group's actions so far would be low-key, giving Midorikawa room to stall for time.
"Ms. Shimizu seems to prefer my style over yours." Midorikawa Kei's mind raced as he carefully considered his words, deciding on his next move. "I'll also join the plan to conquer Ms. Shimizu. You can turn your attention to Mrs. Kawasaki. She seems to prefer conquest."
This time, it took a while for Moroboshi to reply: [Understood. I will report your new plan to Gin. However, our boss seems a little impatient tonight, and I can't guarantee that he will be satisfied with this answer.]
"If Gin keeps pushing, let him do it himself." Midorikawa's fingertips tapped across the keyboard, his words bluntly and almost provocatively. "The Honey Trap takes time to execute. If he thinks he can do it better, he can do it himself—Mrs. Kawasaki must be very interested in conquering strong men."
The more nervous he is, the more he cannot lose his composure...
In the conference room, a long-haired sniper wearing a knitted cap had his eyes flickering as he repeated his companion's words in a steady voice, "So you want to try it yourself, Gin? With your abilities, you might actually be able to extract information from that noblewoman right away—that's what Midorikawa said."
Vodka: “……!”
These words sounded so outrageous that he could not help but secretly glance at his elder brother's face, and was immediately chilled by the murderous intent in his face.
The killer with long silver hair had a terrifyingly gloomy expression since tonight, and the murderous intent in his green eyes was almost tangible.
"If you can't complete the mission, the organization doesn't mind selling you to a gigolo parlor." He snorted sarcastically, then walked away as if he had completely lost interest. "Go back to your work, you piece of shit."
As for that weird woman...
Gin's eyes narrowed dangerously.
Although for some subtle psychological reasons, he did not intend to let Vodka continue to investigate her...but sooner or later, he would catch her by the tail with his own hands.
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The author has something to say: Another frustrating day of rushing to finish a manuscript. Temporarily putting an end to the New Year socializing and returning to the doghouse to write peacefully...
PS: Big brother didn’t let Vodka continue the investigation because he felt it was a bit embarrassing.
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