CHAPTER 438: CHAPTER 334: BONDAGE PLAY 4

However, when Minamoto Tamako’s pants slipped down, Fushimi Roku showed a disappointed expression.

——She was wearing black safety shorts.

Although very thin and form-fitting, showing the curves of her hips and legs, safety shorts can never be compared to panties... After all, the former can be worn out like shorts, cyclists and gymnasts wear safety shorts during events, and anyone who has thoughts about safety shorts is a pervert, unrelated to the shorts themselves.

"What kind of expression is that?" Minamoto Tamako drunkenly asked, holding a beer can, "Why do you look so disappointed?"

"I wasn’t—"

"Shut up!"

Minamoto Tamako extended her soft little foot to block Fushimi Roku’s mouth. Fushimi Roku looked down, seeing the alluring arch of her foot and crystal clear toes, with no unpleasant odor.

"Still dare to argue?" She stood beside Fushimi Roku, leaned over to exert pressure, and looked upward at the view beneath the shirt, "You liar! Always lying! Don’t think I know nothing! I’ve tolerated you for too long!"

Fushimi Roku dared not make a sound, fearing Minamoto Tamako would take the chance to stick her toes into his mouth.

"Since the first time I saw you, you’ve been lying!"

The drunk version of Minamoto Tamako enjoyed stepping on Mr. Fu Jian, especially as he couldn’t move or resist, giving her more wicked ideas... like tickling Mr. Fu Jian’s soles, causing him to constantly struggle on the bed, crying loudly for mercy. Just thinking about it excited her.

Fushimi Roku seized the moment, suddenly swinging his head to break free from the blockade of her feet, "How did I lie? In the Qi Observation Technique, you have to look at others’ heads—"

Minamoto Tamako once again straddled him, squeezing his chin with her left hand, forcing him to open his mouth as she poured beer into it with her right hand. If Fushimi Roku dared to turn his head, she would let the beer splash onto his face and the sheets.

"I’m not talking about the opening ceremony."

Minamoto Tamako stuck her thumb into Fushimi Roku’s mouth, cupped his cheek, and hooked his lips with her thumb, leaning forward to whisper, "We met before the school started."

Fushimi Roku, his face drenched in beer, was about to erupt in anger but froze upon hearing this. His brain kept searching and recalling yet found nothing.

Could it be that Minamoto Tamako saw the original host before he crossed over?

No wonder Minamoto Tamako was so interested in him back then...

Soon after, Fushimi Roku remembered, more than two months ago, when he asked Minamoto Tamako why she opted to befriend him, she avoided the topic hesitantly, clearly hiding something (Chapter 301).

"Wha—when was it?" Fushimi Roku asked.

Minamoto Tamako’s eyes were hazy; she liked watching Mr. Fu Jian swallow with something stuffed in his mouth, especially when he spoke incoherently, his tongue occasionally brushing against her fingers, moist and soft, feeling great.

"Can’t remember?" Minamoto Tamako withdrew her hand, her fingertip carrying a glistening thread connected to Mr. Fu Jian’s lips.

Fushimi Roku was very sure he never met Minamoto Tamako before attending police academy. After all, he had a criminal system and could see anyone’s real name... If he had met Minamoto Tamako, he wouldn’t have no impression.

"Let me give you a hint then..."

Minamoto Tamako crushed the beer can with one hand, using the sharp edge to cut open Fushimi Roku’s pajamas, "Mr. Hostage, do you remember me?"

...

Fushimi Roku remembered.

He indeed met Minamoto Tamako on the very first day he crossed over.