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Nightfall.
The Ferrari F8 that Akira was driving had just come to a stop in front of the villa when he spotted Miyamoto Yumi approaching from another direction.
It instantly brought back memories of that unforgettable night they shared.
Under the influence of alcohol, this woman had displayed an unbelievable level of flexibility.
Never judge a book by its cover!
If it weren't for their intimate experience that night, he would never have guessed just how wild she could be.
"Yumi."
Akira's voice broke the silence of the street.
At the same time—
Miyamoto Yumi, who had been absentmindedly walking, nearly jumped in fright.
"You…"
The moment she realized it was Akira, the tension in her body eased, and the wariness in her eyes faded away.
"It's so late. You're out here alone?"
"Aren't you afraid of danger?"
Akira asked with a playful smile.
"Hmph—"
"What's there to be afraid of?"
"Don't forget, I'm a cop, you know?"
With a hint of pride, Miyamoto Yumi pointed at the police badge on her chest.
She hadn't even had time to change out of her uniform…
Which was exactly why—
She was still out so late.
Too busy!
A traffic accident earlier in the day had kept her working overtime since noon.
"Your badge… really stands out."
A subtle reaction coursed through Miyamoto Yumi's body.
Is he really looking at my badge?
Or is he staring at my perfectly shaped chest?
"Let's go."
"Come home with me."
No need for words!
Their interactions weren't frequent, but in a certain way, they had already reached a deep, intimate understanding.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa—"
"It's way too late for that, don't you think?"
Without alcohol clouding her judgment, Miyamoto Yumi displayed a normal woman's sense of restraint.
But—
How could she refuse?
In the face of Akira's persistence, she ultimately chose to surrender.
From the moment they stepped into the villa, they were already lost in a passionate kiss. Their hearts pounded wildly, colliding in a heated exchange.
"Hey—"
"Did you know?"
"Miwa just asked me today if I did something to betray her."
Miyamoto Yumi's slender arms wrapped tightly around his neck, her mesmerizing eyes glistening with a mix of emotions.
That deep kiss had completely changed her attitude from a moment ago.
"And what did you say?"
Miyamoto Yumi had already assumed that Satou Miwako was his woman.
But in reality…
He and Satou Miwako had only shared a meal and watched a movie together.
Their '18-centimeter friendly exchange' had yet to happen.
"What else could I say…"
"Of course, I denied everything!"
A playful pout laced Miyamoto Yumi's voice.
What else could she do?
She couldn't exactly confess and let Satou Miwako beat her up, right?
As they talked…
The two had already entangled themselves all the way up to the fourth floor of the luxurious villa.
They were both adults!
Akira hadn't invited her over for some heart-to-heart chat, and Miyamoto Yumi understood that perfectly well.
So—
The moment they entered the bedroom, the atmosphere ignited like dry wood meeting an open flame.
"Don't take it off!"
"I want the uniform."
Miyamoto Yumi's expression shifted slightly.
This guy…
Is he seriously making me cosplay?
But she wasn't just wearing any random outfit!
This was a real, official police traffic division uniform!
"Akira....?"
Just then—
From a neighboring villa at the same height, a woman's voice suddenly rang out.
In an instant—
Miyamoto Yumi instinctively crouched down in a panic.
"Miss Yoko."
"You're still up this late?"
As he spoke…
Akira casually pulled the curtains open again.
This move immediately triggered Miyamoto Yumi's silent protest and dissatisfaction.
She pinched his thigh hard, as if to say: Do you really have to make this so thrilling?!
"Just now… were you…"
The reason Yoko Okino had greeted him in the middle of the night was because she noticed some strange movements behind the curtains.
It looked like… a struggle?
But when the curtains opened, all she saw was Akira alone.
"I was just working out."
Before he even finished speaking—
Akira's brow twitched slightly, then a spark of excitement flashed in his eyes.
Miyamoto Yumi, who had just refused his invitation earlier, was now taking the initiative herself.
What a sly woman!
"Sorry."
"Did I disturb you?"
Yoko Okino's lips curled into a small apologetic smile.
Thinking back to how she had suspected Akira earlier today, she couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed.
"No worries."
"You're still awake. Want to come over for a bit?"
The moment those words left his mouth—
Miyamoto Yumi's irritation skyrocketed.
She bit down hard on his shoulder as a form of punishment.
Baka!
Does this guy really want to get caught that badly?!
"It's getting late."
"Maybe another time."
Yoko Okino's polite refusal made Miyamoto Yumi finally let out a breath of relief.
If the woman across the way had actually taken him up on the offer, she wouldn't have known how to handle the situation.