CHAPTER 505: CHAPTER 503: CHITOSE PRESSURES AOZAWA FOR THE TRUTH_1

At five in the afternoon, Morimoto Chiyoda left work punctually.

Even though she held two major positions, as the Minister of State and the Director of Intelligence, it never affected her punctual departure from work.

Kochou was right. Morimoto Chiyoda truly lacked the ambition to reign as a monarch and that pathological obsession with power.

Let alone holding two positions, even if all the national posts were piled on her, when it was time to leave work, she would just wave her sleeves, not taking a single document from her desk.

Whenever she could slack off, she would never work diligently.

It was only a quirk of fate that, under the influence of various external factors, Morimoto Chiyoda had been forced to reach this stage.

Fortunately, the position of Minister of State within Japan’s Public Security Commission, in a macro sense, seemed to involve many affairs. These included supervising and guiding the work of the Metropolitan Police Department and the National Police Agency.

In reality, all the corresponding rules had already been established by her predecessors.

Under normal circumstances, there was nothing to be done. It was the kind of honorary sinecure where one got paid just for occupying the seat.

Of course, due to matters concerning Dio and the Different World, the power of the Minister of State of the Public Security Commission had gradually increased.

The previous Minister of State had managed many affairs.

After Morimoto Chiyoda took over, her predecessor’s authority was transferred to her intact.

The less she desired power, the more those who wanted to prevent Kochou’s centralization of power would thrust it her way.

Major actions of the Public Security Department were basically reported to her. The same applied to Okayama Buji from the Metropolitan Police Department. Various pieces of information from the Intelligence Division also poured into her phone.

Morimoto Chiyoda’s workload seemed substantial, but in reality, as she continuously delegated authority to her subordinates, it only appeared large.

There were not many actual issues she needed to handle.

Tomorrow, she planned to find a convenient excuse to guide the special task force and leave the Prime Minister’s residence to continue working at the Intelligence Division’s station.

Morimoto Chiyoda didn’t want to face Kochou every day.

It wasn’t out of fear. She simply found Kochou to be a troublesome woman.

Morimoto Chiyoda hated trouble that interfered with her slacking off.

Kochou spoke of serving the country, but it was essentially just an excuse to centralize power for herself.

As a well-known lawyer once said, one touchstone of a country’s true freedom is its attitude towards those who defend the guilty and those despised by society.

At first glance, this statement seemed reasonable, but in reality, it was just that lawyer providing a justification for his actions.

And it gave subsequent lawyers a justifiable excuse to commit those dirty deeds, thereby reducing their notoriety.

Morimoto Chiyoda was no fool. Even if Kochou could talk a hole through the heavens, it wouldn’t change the fact that she was fundamentally pursuing power.

Morimoto Chiyoda didn’t want to become an accomplice to a dictator, nor would she proactively oppose one.

She had her principles.

...

The solid, two-story villa stood behind an openwork iron gate. As Morimoto Chiyoda returned to this street, the gate opened automatically before she even got close.

Her driving skills were superb. She smoothly drove her Bugatti Veyron into the courtyard, stopping it precisely on the turntable.

The openwork iron gate closed behind her.

Morimoto Chiyoda got out of the car and walked towards the villa’s front door.

No sooner had she opened it than she saw a chair in the entryway, with Aozawa sitting there, legs crossed.

"What’s the meaning of this?" Morimoto Chiyoda asked indifferently, closing the door behind her. She hadn’t yet started to question Aozawa, but from his posture, it seemed he intended to question her.

Aozawa’s eyes widened as he said with righteous indignation, "Chitose, you told me to keep it a secret, but behind my back, you revealed to Maggie that I’m an Angel Envoy with the ’Infinity Big’ ability! How do you explain that?"

"Oh? Wasn’t it you who revealed it to her beforehand?" Morimoto Chiyoda casually retorted, bending over at an angle that allowed Aozawa, still seated, a clear view of the spectacular scenery.

She took off her shoes with her right hand, her stocking-clad foot pressing against the floor.

"The fact that I am an Angel Envoy with abilities, I have only discussed with you."

After removing both shoes, Morimoto Chiyoda straightened up, instantly creating an overwhelming sense of oppression.

Aozawa swallowed and continued, "Nobody else knows about it."

"Is that so?" Morimoto Chiyoda murmured. She guessed as much; the young lady was just being deliberately stubborn. To think she’d been fooled by a little girl! It was truly infuriating.

She placed her shoes in the shoe cabinet. Then, with her left foot, she kicked Aozawa in the chest. The force wasn’t heavy, but it was just enough to send him sprawling to the ground.

THUD. The chair clattered to the floor with Aozawa still on it; he made no move to dodge.

Morimoto Chiyoda knew that such a kick wouldn’t actually harm Aozawa.

She undid her single ponytail, her jet-black hair cascading over her shoulders like silk. Her eyes suddenly blazed with an explosive, aggressive light.

"Since when is it your turn to question me?"

She tossed the hair tie onto the floor and then began to unbutton her Police Director’s uniform jacket.

Since she had only taken office as Minister of State that day, her relevant uniforms had not yet been prepared.

Therefore, she was still wearing her Police Director’s uniform.

As she undid the jacket’s buttons, a white shirt was revealed underneath.

Aozawa made no unnecessary movements. The game between him and Chitose was usually led by Morimoto Chiyoda in the early stages.

At that time, her energy and stamina could keep up.

In the middle stage, the interaction would become mutual.

In the later stage, Aozawa would take complete control.

The division of labor between them was crystal clear.

He didn’t need to rush, as long as he secured the ultimate Victory.

Morimoto Chiyoda lightly stepped on his chest, her foot gradually moving to his chin. Looking down at him, she taunted, "You really are cocky, aren’t you, little fry?~"

"But Chitose, you were the one who told me to keep it secret, yet you said those things to Maggie."

Aozawa was fully in character, immersing himself in the game, acting like a timid little boy.

Morimoto Chiyoda, playing her part naturally, increased the pressure under her foot, shouting, "Shut up! Did I give you permission to speak?"

Aozawa fell silent. Morimoto Chiyoda chuckled. "Heh, today I’ll properly discipline you, you disobedient little fry who doesn’t know his place~"

Her uniform jacket was tossed directly onto Aozawa’s face, its tempting perfume invading his nostrils.

After Aozawa removed it, her still-warm shirt landed on his face.

Aozawa took a deep breath, and then Morimoto Chiyoda, using a princess carry, picked him up and walked towards the sofa in the living room.

...

It was another Wednesday morning.

Morimoto Chiyoda, dragging her exhausted body, emerged from Aozawa’s room.

She had really miscalculated.

Even though she had set a rule of ’once every seven days,’ hearing Aozawa repeatedly mention Maggie’s name had ignited a strong possessive desire in her.

She wanted to mark every inch of Aozawa with her scent.

Instead, she ended up being marked by Aozawa’s scent.

This was the defeat of a human female!

But there was nothing she could do; after all, her opponent was an unreasonable Angel Envoy.

She walked along the cool corridor. Besides the scattered patches of white frost, there were also jet-black, wildly cursive characters—very sloppily written.

Some of these characters Morimoto Chiyoda recognized; some she couldn’t decipher at all.

For instance, she could make out words like ’small fry’ and ’proper’ written in characters.

But some were so scrawled that, Aozawa aside, probably no one could decipher what characters they were.

Morimoto Chiyoda stretched her slender waist and decided that today’s breakfast would be simple: just a sandwich with instant coffee.

After that, she was going to take a nice hot bath.

Having prepared breakfast, Morimoto Chiyoda entered the bathroom. She turned off the tap filling the bathtub and, unlike her usual routine, didn’t shower before getting in.

She stepped straight into the tub, sat down, and began to scrub her thighs, knees, and abdomen repeatedly with body wash.

About twenty minutes later, she had scrubbed off most of the messy writing, though a line of characters on her back proved harder to remove.

"Damn brat!"

Morimoto Chiyoda looked at the words reflected in the mirror, her expression one of resignation. She was too lazy to continue scrubbing her back.

Nobody else would see it anyway, so she’d leave it for now.

With that thought, Morimoto Chiyoda reached for a towel and dried herself. Then, standing before the mirror, she used a hairdryer to dry her damp hair.

Once done, she opened the bathroom door, knocked on Aozawa’s door, and said curtly, "Lazybones, stop sleeping."

Then she turned and walked towards her bedroom.

Considering she wasn’t going to the Prime Minister’s residence that day, she decided to dress casually: a loose white T-shirt that mostly concealed her light blue denim hot pants, along with her M500.

Then she put on snow-white silk stockings.

She stretched her waist, exhaling through her bright red lips.

The frenzy of last night had translated into this morning’s sore back and aching waist.

Morimoto Chiyoda stretched her waist and body a few more times, loosening her muscles, before turning to leave the bedroom.

Down the hall, Aozawa raised his hand. "Chitose, do you need help scrubbing off the writing on your back?"

"We’ll talk about it tonight."

"Alright!"

Aozawa quickly replied, looking very spirited.

Morimoto Chiyoda glanced at his waist and said irritably, "Don’t even think about tonight."

"Okay," Aozawa replied with a cheeky grin, then headed for the washroom.

Morimoto Chiyoda shook her head, her resolve firm.

...

After finishing breakfast, Morimoto Chiyoda sent Aozawa a voice message reminding him what groceries to buy, then she started the Lamborghini and left home.

Aozawa didn’t hurry to tidy up.

Once Morimoto Chiyoda’s Defense Barrier was far enough away, Aozawa used the power of the Shadow Emperor, quickly summoning Shadow Soldiers to appear in the living room and clean the villa.

They cleaned up the traces left from Morimoto Chiyoda making sandwiches that morning and washed the coffee cups, all without needing a dishwasher.

Everything was done by hand.

The result was no different from using automatic machines.

Regardless, Aozawa didn’t need to lift a finger himself; he just sat there and enjoyed the results.

After the entire three-story villa was cleaned, Aozawa dispelled the Shadow Emperor. No wonder Moria became so fat later on, he thought. With such a convenient ability, it’s really hard for someone to stay diligent.

Aozawa put his phone in his pocket and walked outside. He wasn’t sure what kind of trouble Shouko had encountered.

But as her senior, he felt obligated to guide a junior lost in confusion.