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Ryoko Arishima put her hands behind her back and said softly, "Yu, do you know, after graduating from university, I haven't gotten close to any boys."
Yu Mukai was taken aback. Hearing that his ex-girlfriend wasn't getting close to any boys, he couldn't help but feel a secret delight: "Why?"
Ryoko Arishima glanced at him, her voice forlorn: "I just want to live a good life on my own. I'll never dare to love again, besides..."
She paused here before continuing, "Besides, he did such a terrible thing to Yu."
Upon hearing this, Yu Mukai shuddered, as if recalling something terrifying, and covered his forehead with his hand.
"Yu, are you alright?" Ryoko Arishima came up and asked hurriedly.
"No...it's nothing." Yu Mukai waved his hand. "It's not your fault."
The two had now reached the back of a teaching building, a place where no one usually came.
There were only two people at that moment.
Ryoko Arishima took a thick envelope from her small backpack and handed it to Yu Mukai.
Yu Mukai was taken aback. He took the envelope, his hands seemingly trembling. He seemed to guess what was inside, but he didn't open it.
“I know I can no longer have Yu’s love.” Ryoko Arishima said sadly, “Because after that incident, I am no longer the person I used to be. Yu’s love for me no longer exists.”
She looked at Jing Yu: "It's already stained, Yu must think so."
“No.” Yu Mukai looked away from the thick envelope in his hand, looked up at Ryoko Arishima, and said seriously, “How could you be tainted? To me, you are still the object of my unchanging love.”
“Yu.” Ryoko Arishima’s eyes were slightly red.
“You are not corrupted at all.” After saying this, Yu Mukai suddenly opened the envelope, which contained more than a dozen photos, the subject of which was Ryoko Arishima.
She was wearing a sexy swimsuit, and she and a muscular male model were posing in various seductive poses with their skin pressed together.
Ryoko Arishima's porcelain doll-like face had an indescribable blush, and her eyes were glazed over, clearly indicating that she was in a state of sexual arousal.
Yu Mukai held up the photos and flipped through them one by one: "These were all taken normally, and there was nothing out of line."
"Yu, stop lying to yourself." Ryoko Arishima gently interrupted him, looking into Yu Mukai's eyes: "If Yu thinks there was nothing wrong with that photoshoot, why can't Yu take any more photos after that?"
“I…” Xiangjing Yu was stunned and couldn’t speak for a long time.
“I don’t want to run away anymore.” Ryoko Arishima looked at Yu Mukai: “When I was wearing that swimsuit and being photographed, I got aroused. It was an experience I had never had before. My mind went blank, and the seniors’ gazes on me felt like they were caressing my skin.”
Yu Mukai's expression changed several times. He lowered his head and said nothing.
"I admit it, I got wet." Ryoko Arishima, with her porcelain doll-like innocent face, uttered the most vulgar words: "Yu too, right? I saw you bending over, and you even left halfway through. Where did Yu go?"
"No...don't say anymore." Yu Mukai held his head.
“I’m a virgin.” Ryoko Arishima suddenly reached out and hugged Yu Mukai from behind. “I’ve only ever loved Yu. After that time, I never worked as a model again. Why can’t Yu take photos anymore? Is it because of me?”
“I…” Yu Mukai gave a bitter smile, nodded, his eyes filled with complex emotions. He stretched out his hands, his voice trembling: “Every time I pick up a camera, all I see in my mind is Ryoko’s expression. I can no longer take pictures.”
"So that's how it is?" Tears finally streamed down Ryoko Arishima's face. "Actually, I guessed it too, but I never had the courage to face Yu."
Yu Mukai lowered his head and stopped speaking.
“Let’s say goodbye to the past together.” Ryoko Arishima suddenly smiled, took out a lighter, and handed it to Yu Mukai: “Burn these photos, say goodbye to the past us. I will no longer use our past feelings to bind Yu. Let everything disappear.”
Yu Mukai took the lighter blankly, looking at the photo in his other hand. He saw Ryoko Shima's dreamy eyes in the photo, panting heavily. It was the same eyes that had appeared in his dreams countless times.
That was the look in his eyes that made him doubt himself and give up photography.
That was his inner demon.
Now it's right here in his hands; all he needs to do is light a flame and go say goodbye.
But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get the lighter close to the photo.
On the other side, Shirakawa Natsu parked the jeep in front of Maki's house, picked up the cake, and rang the doorbell.
When Ryoko Arishima told him the whole truth, Natsumi Shirakawa was completely dumbfounded.
He cannot use the thinking of a normal person to comprehend the logic behind abnormal behavior.
He was quite surprised to learn that Yu Mukai, that handsome guy, had this side to him.
Or perhaps it's someone who's good at art, whose thinking differs somewhat from that of a normal person.
Without a doubt, Yu Mukai is a kind and gentle person, and he himself believes so, and has always acted accordingly.
One day, I found myself sexually aroused because of my girlfriend.
He broke down after discovering he might be a psychopath.
In this situation, there are two choices: one is to admit that you are a pervert and then continue to create art.
Another option is to hide everything and become a good person again.
Yutaka Mukai undoubtedly chose the latter.
"Human nature is so complicated," Shirakawa Natsu remarked as the door opened.
Aunt Mafei bent down to get him slippers: "Xia, come in."
"Thank you, Aunt Mafei." As she bent over, Shirakawa Natsumi's eyes peeked inside her collar—a black, openwork design that revealed her fair skin.
Chapter 173 Don't Get Drunk
Yu Cai also has a large bust. At 26 years old, Yu Cai is already quite big, and her D-cup breasts can completely cover her breasts.
Hojo Maki is completely different; women who have breastfed are completely different from girls.
If I had to describe it in words, Hojo Maki would be the most comfortable person in the world.
Shirakawa Natsu placed the birthday cake on the coffee table and said with a smile, "Happy birthday, Aunt Maki."
"Yes, thank you." Hojo Maki smiled and took out several prepared cold dishes from the refrigerator and placed them on the coffee table.
Shirakawa Natsumi withdrew her gaze from her graceful figure and casually asked, "Has Mukai-kun not returned yet?"
It's already 7 o'clock, and there's still one hour until the agreed-upon 8 o'clock.
After hearing his question, Hojo Maki gave him a deep look.
Shirakawa Natsu was stunned by that gaze; those beautiful eyes seemed to pierce through his body, revealing all his secrets.
His heart skipped a beat, and a thought flashed through his mind.
No way, could it be that Aunt Ma Fei has already seen through everything?
No, Shirakawa Natsumi immediately denied it. She might only have suspicions, but it was absolutely impossible for her to have completely guessed.
That look in her eyes must be a habit she developed over many years of criminal investigation.
Shirakawa Natsu smiled and didn't dare to mention Mukai Yu again, and they started chatting casually.
Hojo Maki's gaze was fleeting, and she immediately resumed her smile.
Shirakawa Natsu smelled a faint fragrance, different from the perfume scent of ordinary young girls.
Aunt Ma Fei's perfume seems to be more pungent.
As he spoke, watching her red lips open and close, her high breasts, her long legs in black stockings swaying casually, and smelling her stimulating fragrance, Shirakawa Natsu bent over slightly. Ever since he had his powerful minotaur kidney replaced, he was always more easily aroused.
Shirakawa Natsu glanced at the time; it was 7:10.
On the other side, Yu Mukai was panting heavily, holding photos and a camera in his hand, his face showing a complex mix of emotions including resentment, regret, and self-blame.
He burned the photos, bid farewell to his past self and to Ryoko Arishima, and then devoted himself to becoming a police officer.
Staying by Hojo Maki's side might allow me to be with her, to kiss her, and to enjoy her mature and alluring body.
He might not be able to be with her, and instead become an ordinary policeman, marry an ordinary wife, and live out his life.
Yu Mukai thought he had completely given up photography, but when the moment actually came, he hesitated again.
Ryoko Arishima suddenly spoke up: "Let me help you."
After she finished speaking, she snatched the photo and lighter from Mukai Yu's hand. Mukai Yu opened his mouth, wanting to speak, but couldn't say anything.
He did not stop Ryoko Arishima.
Ryoko Arishima is holding a lighter in one hand and a photograph in the other.
The photograph is made of a mixture of plastic and paper, is flammable, and emits black smoke when burned, which is unsettling.
In the photo, Ryoko Arishima, dressed in a vibrant swimsuit, has her dreamy eyes rapidly turning black in the flames.
Then it blurred into a blur, shattered into countless fragments, fell to the ground, and was blown up by the wind, mixing with the dust.
These traces of its existence, that vibrant beauty, seem to have vanished forever.
Yu Mukai opened his mouth wide, then gave a wry smile, relaxed completely, and said to Ryoko Arishima, "Thank you."
“Everything we once had is gone.” Ryoko Arishima threw the last crumbs into the trash can and looked at Yu Mukai: “From now on, you are Yu Mukai, and we have Ryoko Arishima. Let’s get to know each other again.”
After she finished speaking, she extended her hand and said, "Hello, Yutaka Mukai."
Yu Mukai was taken aback, scratched his head, and reached out to shake her hand: "Hello, Ryoko Arishima."
He raised his wrist, glanced at the time: 7:30, 30 minutes before the agreed time: "Sorry, I have to go now."
After Ryoko Arishima helped him make the decision, he felt a sense of relief, as if he had said goodbye to his inner demons.
After that, he settled down to be a policeman and stayed by Hojo Maki's side.
"Don't go." Ryoko Arishima suddenly hugged him from behind: "We've said goodbye to the past, let's start over."
“I’m sorry, Ryoko.” Yu Mukai gently removed her hands. “I already know what I really want.”
"Is that so?" Ryoko Arishima's voice was strange, a tone he had never heard before, coming from behind him: "Do you really know what you truly want?"
“I…” Ryoko Arishima was about to confirm when she turned around and froze.
Just now, Ryoko Arishima had unzipped her dress, revealing her body underneath.
On her fair skin, there wasn't underwear, but an adult swimsuit.
It's exactly the style shown in the photo.
“This is what Yu really wanted, isn’t it?” As Ryoko Arishima spoke, she had already taken off her entire dress.
The pure white dress I remember fell to the ground, mixed with dust, and turned gray.
“Let’s start over.” Ryoko Arishima tilted her head, took a camera out of her backpack, and handed it to Yu Mukai. “Yu Mukai actually wanted to be the one taking pictures, right? The reason you can’t pick up a camera is because you’ve lost interest in ordinary things, isn’t it?”
"No...no." Yu Mukai pushed away the camera she offered. "I'm not."
He didn't expect Ryoko Arisuma to start over; that's what he meant.
"Liar." Ryoko Arishima said coldly, one hand reaching towards his inner thigh: "Your body has already told you to agree, hasn't it?"
At 7:45, there were still 15 minutes until the agreed time.
Shirakawa Natsu pulled his gaze away from the wall, feeling his heart pounding at its fastest.
He was confident that Ryoko Arishima could win over Hiroshi Takagi.
Using this tactic is somewhat like drinking poison to quench thirst, and there's no doubt that Ryoko Aishima, this pure and innocent girl like a porcelain doll, is the perfect example.
Deep down, there may be some peculiar fetish.
Shirakawa Natsu's help will deepen their friendship, and Arishima Ryoko has already been added to his friend list on the yellow-haired app.
This means that you will encounter tasks related to her in the future.
Tasks related to perversion are bound to be quite perverted.
Of course, all of that is for the future. Right now, the most important thing is to deal with Aunt Mafei right in front of us.
Hojo Maki held a glass in her hand, slowly sipping her drink. Her red lips and the crystal-clear liquid looked delicious together.
But Shirakawa Natsu felt like she was about to break apart. She had managed to win over Mukai Yu, but she had made no progress with Hojo Maki.
Forget about completing the internal tasks, whenever they tried to delve deeper into the conversation, Hojo Maki skillfully avoided them.
Shirakawa Natsumi clearly felt the difference in their skill levels.
The main problem is that there wasn't enough time. Reality isn't a novel. He has already done everything he could to win over Mukai Yu.
It's simply impossible to win over a worldly, experienced married woman, especially a criminal investigator, within a few days.
Without a doubt, he has done everything he could to the best of his ability.
"Gulp, gulp, gulp." Hojo Maki drank quickly, then poured herself another glass, but made no move to pour any more for Shirakawa Natsu.