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Shirakawa Natsu responded quickly, each question unrelated to the others, her aim being to give her no time to think before answering.

Have you ever slept with your boyfriend?

"Have."

When was the last time?

"last night."

"What position?"

"Normal body position".

What is his XP system?

“He likes it when I wear this uniform and step on him.”

"..." Shirakawa Natsumi pouted, playing with a bit of a joke, and at the same time narrowed her eyes and asked softly, "When did you and your ex-boyfriend break up?"

Miwako answered without hesitation: "One year ago."

"Hmm?" Shirakawa Natsu was taken aback. He could tell that Miwako wasn't lying; he was someone who had experienced many ups and downs.

After being punished by Jingu Nao, she is now studying micro-expressions.

Although she wasn't exactly a professional, if Miwako could fool him, she wouldn't just be working as a receptionist.

"Who was the last person you slept with, besides Tanaka Taro?" Shirakawa Natsumi's mind raced, but she didn't stop asking questions.

"Shota."

"Here you are!" Shirakawa Natsu quickly asked a few other questions, then asked again, "The last time you did it with Shota, whose house was it at?"

"His home."

"What position? Were any props used?"

"The rest is useless."

Are you comfortable?

"uncomfortable."

"Why? Is it because Shota's technique is bad?"

"No, it's because I'm getting engaged soon and I can't betray my husband."

Do you love Taro Tanaka?

"Love."

"Do you want to have children? How many?"

"I plan to have two."

After being coerced, Miwako's answer was rushed and quick, without any time to think.

"Wait...was it a mistake?!" Shirakawa Natsu's eyes flashed with surprise. He didn't think that a woman who wanted to have two children for her husband would have fake feelings.

His question was actually quite perverse; if it were in another country, it would definitely arouse suspicion.

But in Dongguo, before making a low-budget film, these questions would be asked, sometimes in even more detail than he did.

Therefore, he is not worried about being suspected.

He glanced at the time; it was almost time for the security guards to change shifts, and he had to leave.

"Then, Ms. Miwako, please strike your husband's favorite pose."

Miwako blushed slightly upon hearing this, but without hesitation, she hugged her legs and spread them apart, her high heels landing on the sofa in an M-shape.

Then, use your hands to tear open the pantyhose at your crotch.

Soon more reached in.

"Ugh," she groaned.

It was withdrawn from her body in just a moment.

She waited for the attack, her face flushed.

I held this position for a full 10 minutes, until my legs went numb.

He cautiously asked, "Director?"

After receiving no response for a while, she slowly removed her blindfold, and there was no trace of robbers left in the room.

Shirakawa Natsu returned to the police station with a livid face and went straight into Maki's office.

He had just tested it with his fingers. Unlike Kinoshita Ren, Miwako clearly lacked experience, both before and after.

Chapter 296 Aunt's Promise

“The situation is terrible.” Shirakawa Natsu pushed open the office door and walked in.

Hojo Maki sat behind her desk, wearing frameless glasses, flipping through files in her hand. She didn't even look up when he came in.

“I investigated Miwako, and she doesn’t seem like the kind of woman who plays around.” Shirakawa Natsu walked to her desk.

"Is it possible that Shota is experiencing a delusion about life?"

Hojo Maki finished reading the page in her hand, took off her glasses, and smiled at him: "Are you planning to give up?"

As Shirakawa Natsu leaned against the desk, she noticed a mole on Shirakawa's fair neck when she turned her head to the side.

She swayed as she spoke, a little sexy. Last time we slept together, my attention was focused on her breasts and legs, so I didn't notice:

"The time frame is too short. Based on the current evidence, Shota seems more like a stalker."

Hojo Maki smiled, stood up, and leaned against the desk beside him, their bodies side by side, maintaining the same posture.

"If you want to do it with me, this level is not enough. In addition to physical stimulation, women also crave a sense of security. And I prefer mature men."

"..." Shirakawa Natsumi's expression was strange. Aunt Maki really spoke very directly in private.

She placed her right hand on Shirakawa Natsu's abdomen, her fingers slipping inside his waistband.

"?" Shirakawa Natsu looked at Aunt Mahi in surprise. Why did she suddenly become so horny? Although he didn't mind, he still felt it was inexplicable.

What should you do if a mature and beautiful aunt suddenly puts her hand inside your pants?

The answer is, of course, to lie flat.

Shirakawa Natsu enjoyed the way the married woman's slender fingers gently held his body.

“I love my husband very much.” Hojo Maki turned her head to meet his gaze, a smile playing on her lips. “Even though he has been gone for so many years, I still love him.”

"Uh." Shirakawa Natsu didn't feel jealous. He'd been dead for so many years, so let him love as he pleased.

It's quite strange that she's holding her own hand while expressing her love for her husband.

It seems like my aunt likes some strange kind of play.

“But I don’t deny that it feels very comfortable when I’m with you.” Hojo Maki looked at him with her alluring eyes.

"Please make sure you wear this." Shirakawa Natsu picked up the glasses from the table and put them on her, adding a touch of intellectual beauty to her charm.

Now he felt it even more strongly.

Hojo Maki stopped what she was doing: "So women are very complicated."

"Um, shall we continue?" Shirakawa Natsumi tried to hold her hand.

Her finger escaped first, teasing it with its fingertip as it left.

"We'll continue after you're done," Hojo Maki said with a smile. "But I don't want to have a relationship with an ordinary man."

A strange light flashed in Shirakawa Natsu's eyes.

My aunt is so realistic. She's made it clear that if you want her to cheat on you, the man has to be good enough.

But that's fine too.

"I understand." Shirakawa Natsu turned her head and whispered in her ear, "I won't use a condom."

After leaving the office, he went directly to the detention center and used the certificate that Hojo Maki had given him to find Shota.

"I'll just get straight to the point." Shirakawa Natsu looked at his expectant gaze and said directly, "According to Miwako's testimony, she doesn't like you. It's you who's been harassing her with your own self-righteousness."

"And barring any unforeseen circumstances, she's getting engaged soon. Her fiancé is an executive at a listed company, and his family is quite well-off."

He finished speaking in one breath, then looked at Shota, waiting for his reply.

After hearing his words, Shota put his hands on his thighs, lowered his head, and murmured, "Is that what she said?"

He was asking questions, but it was also like talking to himself.

"Yes, although I want to help you, all the witnesses and physical evidence are now complete. In three days, the police will submit your case to the court for prosecution."

"Of course, you will be assigned legal aid, but that kind of lawyer is just going through the motions. After the judge announces the charges, he will stand up and say 'I have no objection'."

"Based on past sentences, since there were no violence charges during your imprisonment, you will most likely receive a sentence of three to six years."

“Yeah, that’s true.” Shota lowered his head, his eyes dim. “How could a white-collar beauty like her like someone who can’t even pass a job interview?”

He looked up, his eyes red, and laughed, "Thinking about it, it's impossible. I'm really disgusting."

"To fall in love with someone on your own and to presume that the other person also likes you is just causing trouble for them."

Shirakawa Natsu raised an eyebrow: "Compared to these things, shouldn't you be more concerned about your sentence?"

“That’s true.” Shota lowered his head again. “There’s nothing we can do about it.”

“Look me in the eyes,” Shirakawa Natsu suddenly said.

"What?" Shota looked up at him, puzzled.

“I will find evidence to prove your innocence,” Shirakawa Natsu said. “But you better hope that everything you say is the truth. If I find out that you have lied to me, I will seal you in cement and throw you into Tokyo Bay. I promise I will do it.”

Shota was taken aback, clearly frightened by Shirakawa Natsu's appearance.

Shirakawa Natsu ignored him, stood up, and quickly left the detention center.

With only two days left before the case is submitted to the court for conviction, he must race against time.

First, we need to determine whether Shota's situation is one of the three great illusions of life, or whether the two of them actually have feelings for each other.

Time comes the next day.

A luxury sports car was parked in front of Miwako's workplace.

Shirakawa Natsu got out of the car.

Miwako didn't come to work. She was kidnapped yesterday, so she'll probably either stay home and change the locks or prepare to move today.

There was only one young woman in an office lady uniform at the front desk, and Shirakawa Natsu knew her name was Hirota Keiko.

I asked about this in my answer last night.

When she saw that a super handsome man stepped out of the luxury sports car, her eyes lit up, and she bowed and said, "Hello, how can I help you?"

"Excuse me, may I ask you a few questions?" Shirakawa Natsu smiled and took out her police ID. Of course, it was fake, but with Maki around, it would be considered real for the time being even if she went to ask questions.

"I'm sorry, I need to get company approval." Upon seeing that they were police officers, Hirota Keiko's excitement subsided slightly, and she switched into work mode.

"Could you wait a moment?"

"This is just a small token of my appreciation." Shirakawa Natsu glanced around, lowered her voice, and secretly slipped him a stack of envelopes. Without even opening them, she knew that they contained a thick wad of banknotes, at least a million yen.

Hirota Keiko was taken aback, then immediately stood up straight, took a step back, and bowed, saying, "Cooperating with the police is our duty as citizens."

When the police questioned her, they said, "How could you possibly give me a red envelope? This is unusual, there must be something fishy going on. How could you possibly accept it?"

The next second, she saw the handsome, timid policeman in front of her with red eyes.

"Are you... are you alright? Shall I get you a glass of water?"

Hirota Keiko was completely bewildered. She cautiously looked around, but seeing no cameras, she was certain it wasn't some kind of prank TV show.

"I'm sorry, I've been under a lot of pressure lately. Thank you, you're a good person." Shirakawa Natsumi took the water, her face full of gratitude, then her expression darkened, as if she had started talking:

"Becoming a police officer was my dream, but my senior was a guy who really exploited new recruits."

He wasn't lying. The last time he entered Aunt Mafei's body, she was the woman who squeezed him the cleanest.

Hirota Keiko was still confused. Could she just say something like that? Handsome, this is the first time we've met, and I don't know you very well.