lcionline Chapter 123 Late Night Benefits
Chapter 123 Late Night Benefits
Chapter 123 Late Night Benefits
Kirihara Akira was horrified, feeling that Kisaragi Shiori on the other end of the phone had been switched.
Women who are like older sisters are more sophisticated than young girls. Even if a little coquetry doesn't actually make someone jump up, it definitely gets something going.
Fortunately, it was over the phone, so no one could see it.
"What's wrong with you?" Kirihara Akira asked.
Shiori Kisaragi said with dissatisfaction, "Huh, so cold. Why isn't she as enthusiastic as last time?"
"What do you want?" Kirihara Akatsuki said impatiently. "I'm hanging up if you don't tell me. It's late, I want to sleep!"
"No, don't hang up, I was just checking up on you." Shiori Kisaragi said, "Oh, by the way, did Harufumi Hino contact you?"
Why would she call in the middle of the night just to talk about this? Kirihara Akira was a little suspicious, but she didn't press the matter, since she was asking about something important.
He said, "Well, he got rid of the entanglement. I suspected him, but he didn't seem to suspect me much. On the contrary, he knew my concerns and told me that I could meet with him again after I had thought it over."
"Do you think there's a high chance he'll betray you?" Shiori Kisaragi asked.
Kirihara Akira shook his head remotely and said, "The possibility is not high. If he did it, he should have taken actual action. With his skills, if he wanted to harm me, he could have just come and killed me. I might not be his match."
"Do you have any other suspects?"
Kirihara Akira fell silent, his mind uncontrollably replaying Kamio Chou's words.
Have you done anything recently that might have angered someone?
That woman truly understood people's hearts; those words stuck in Kirihara Akira's mind like a nail that couldn't be removed.
If we rule out Hino Harufumi as a suspect, then who else could know Hino Harufumi's whereabouts and also have the motive to kill him?
Who have I offended?
Nothing particularly significant happened before or after the incident.
The only thing worth mentioning is that Senji people asked him to have a talk.
It couldn't possibly be Mori Hayato, could it?
Kirihara Akira thought the idea was absurd. Mori Hayato wouldn't be so petty as to try to kill Kirihara Akira to silence her just because she refused to be his son-in-law, would he?
Although she found it absurd, Kirihara Akira had been keeping an eye on things at home lately.
There were no furtive servants, and neither Mori Hayato nor his wife were often home.
Kirihara Akira said, "There's no evidence, so forget it."
"You're really lucky, and so is Hino Harufumi." Kisaragi Shiori's voice turned cold as she said, "My colleague saw the scene. Kurokawa's marksmanship is quite good. There were several bullet holes at the scene. Two shots took two lives, and one shot hit the factory's load-bearing pillar. It was probably aimed at Hino Harufumi."
If you blindly rush into the factory, you might get shot dead.
Kirihara Akira said, "I'm sorry to have worried you."
"If you're really afraid of making me worry, then don't do these dangerous things all the time," Shiori Kisaragi said helplessly. "Anyway, I can't persuade you, so I'll just try to help you."
You should still remember Watanabe, right?
"I remember." Kirihara Akatsuki recalled the face of the middle-aged man; the two had met briefly at a mahjong parlor.
From Kisaragi Shiori's end, there was a rustling sound as she said, "He's an old colleague of mine. This recent reshuffle within the police department proves that he has a clean background and is extremely capable. If you need any cooperation from the police, just call him directly."
"Understood," Kirihara Akira said.
"I really hate my undercover identity right now," Shiori Kisaragi said.
Kirihara Akira said, "After all, it's too restrictive."
"Losing my freedom was something I was mentally prepared for from my first day on the job," Shiori Kisaragi said. "But it also means I can't even take care of my family."
"This is very distressing," Shiori Kisaragi said. "For example, right now, when you need me the most, there's nothing I can do to help."
Kirihara Akira was touched and said, "It's not good for you to be so self-conscious. If you think you can't do anything, you're denying what you've done in the past."
"Sigh, never mind, I've finished showering." The sound of running water came from the other end again.
Kirihara Akatsuki felt a surge of warmth in her heart and blurted out, almost without thinking, "If you really feel bad about it, then give me some perks to soothe my wounded little heart."
Shiori Kisaragi on the other end was stunned for a moment, then asked, "What kind of benefits do you want?"
"Teacher, your voice is very nice, would you like to sing an ASMR video?"
Shiori Kisaragi was shocked by his shamelessness. After a few seconds of silence, she cursed, "You little bastard, pervert, scoundrel! Die!"
He hung up the phone after yelling at her.
Hearing the busy tone on his phone, Kirihara Akira shrugged.
I should continue to act like a hooligan towards Shiori Kisaragi in the future.
This guy looks like a reliable adult, and he really is reliable, but he still has a strong little girl's desire to do the right thing.
This is definitely a good thing, but sometimes it can be really annoying.
At this point, don't try to reason with her about martial ethics; just act like a thug.
Since she's an adult, Kirihara Akira just needs to be careful not to annoy people.
She knows when to advance and when to retreat, and she wouldn't take Kirihara Akira's jokes seriously.
Kirihara Akira lay down on the bed, ready to sleep soundly until dawn.
However, just as he lay down, his phone rang again.
Kirihara Akira picked up her phone and saw that it was Kisaragi Shiori again, but this time it wasn't a phone call, but a message from a social media app.
Two [images]
Sweet dreams, you little rascal.
The image that was sent spun for a few seconds. After the image finished spinning, Kirihara Akatsuki remained silent for a long time.
After a moment of silence came a fit of rage: "How are people supposed to sleep?! They kill people and then don't bury them! Are you even human?!"
As Shiori Kisaragi stood up from the bathtub, the few drops of water on her beautiful oval face didn't matter. The warm water flowed down from her collarbone below her face, forming the perfect "bodysuit" that accentuated her breasts and waistline, enough to drive men crazy.
The water flowed down her waist and down to a pair of firm, fleshy thighs. The water flowed over her smooth skin and then seemed to be splashed off by her legs.
She had always been somewhat critical of her figure, not because she disliked it, but because she felt proud of it and couldn't deny that it was something that men coveted, which subjected her to too much unwanted attention and pressure in the male-dominated world.
Shiori Kisaragi dislikes the flirtatious remarks made to her by her male colleagues at work.
"Teacher, your voice is very nice, would you like to sing an ASMR video?"
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But why is it that she can't feel any anger at all when she hears this little brat harassing her?
She cursed a few times, then hung up the phone. She stormed out of the bathroom, wrapped herself in a towel, and thought she didn't want to talk to Kirihara Akira for days.
But when she got to the mirror, she started to space out again.
As if possessed, Shiori Kisaragi picked up her phone, pointed it at her blurry reflection in the mirror, and pressed the shutter button.
And yet, almost as if by some strange twist of fate, she pressed the send button.
After posting the picture, Shiori Kisaragi blushed as red as a monkey's bottom.
What did I just do?!