Tokyo: Rabbit Officer and Her Evil Partner Chapter 230 - 151 Fushimi Family Redemption Voucher

"How can you not apologize when you’ve done sothing wrong!"

"Are you being reasonable? Didn’t I apologize?"

"An insincere apology doesn’t count as an apology!"

"Then what do you want? Should I kneel and bow to you?"

"That’s not what I an! I want you to properly face your own mistakes..."

"Ah la la, suddenly I’m deaf and can’t hear anything!"

Fushimi Roku simply covered his ears, leaned back on the chair, and had the expression of a dead pig not fearing boiling water.

Anyway, Minamoto Tamako wouldn’t break ties with him. He had already bluffed his way through the hardest part, and now if Tamako wanted to be angry, she could go ahead. She had been angry plenty of tis before; just let her scold him, and he could pretend it was paynt for the housework.

But Tamako didn’t scold people; she insisted on being reasonable, making Fushimi realize his mistake. This ti, his error was serious, hurt her feelings, and absolutely couldn’t happen again!

Fushimi felt like a thousand little bees were buzzing around him. At first, he paid no mind, finished his breakfast, snatched Taira Sakurako’s soda, as revenge for her suspecting him of drugging it, then half-lay on the sofa watching TV to digest.

Seeing him like this, Tamako beca even more furious.

Hmph! Outwardly acting like a cheerful, sunny big boy, but inside still the lazy, greedy, arguntative Mr. Fushimi. A fake sunny, cheerful big boy isn’t needed! She didn’t care for a facade!

If she had known Fushimi’s promised "rewards" were such bogus, she wouldn’t have bothered trying to cater to his emotions or attempted to wake his conscience with her good behavior...

Now she had awakened! No longer the silly Minamoto Tamako of the past, but the successfully learned Super Officer Tamako!

She had learned the Super Cold Reading Skill, Suspect Circulation thod, Japanese modern law, and a bit of Criminal Psychology... along with diligently practicing foot massage every day, now her IQ was surely higher than Einstein’s, and Fushimi’s little tricks couldn’t fool her anymore!

The country has laws, and the household has rules; can’t let Fushimi get any more arrogant!

To seek justice, Tamako tead up with Taira Sakurako to form the "Anti-Fushimi Alliance"—she was off work on vacation today, and Sakurako didn’t have school. The two of them wandered around the living room in pajamas, imitating Fushimi Roku’s usual bad behavior.

"Hey, you there, clean up the dishes on the dining table!"

Tamako lay on the sofa next to Fushimi, covered her eyes with two slices of cucumber, and adopted a superior slackers’ attitude.

Taira Sakurako sat on the sofa on Fushimi’s other side, yawning with one hand with exaggerated deliberation, looking like a poker-faced Tarzan going "Oh la, oh la": "Sleepy, sleepy, lights out and TV off, don’t disturb when I’m sleeping."

"And clean the trash on the coffee table too!"

"Stop wandering around the living room, it’s annoying to watch."

"Why sweep the floor but not mop? Isn’t it said that Japanese people have a craftsman’s spirit, and a floor they’ve wiped can be licked with a tongue?"

"All you do all day is watch cartoons. At your age, playing instead of aspiring, go study in your room!"

"..."

The two of them took turns, repeating the sa complaints, making Fushimi feel irritated and stifled, feeling the house had turned into a criticism eting!

This couldn’t go on; he needed to think of a way to bluff his way through.

Fushimi abruptly stood up, strode back to his room, and slamd the door shut.

Tamako and Sakurako knelt on the sofa, peeking over the back of the sofa, secretly observing Fushimi’s door.

Four or five minutes later, Fushimi returned. The two quickly pulled back their heads and continued to sit on the sofa, performing a double act, focusing on the the of a monk chanting for free, but if not chanting, charging a fee.

Fushimi cleared his throat, waved a paper slip in his hand to gain their attention.

"So, I have a proposal. Since you both think I’m guilty and want to sincerely apologize, but I can’t et your ’high standards,’ I’m thinking of issuing you both a [Redemption Voucher], to pay for my mistakes in the most straightforward way."

"Without waiting for Tamako to retort, Fushimi continued to elaborate: "The Redemption Voucher has purchasing power! For example, this top-tier Red Redemption Coupon can make do anything, provided there are detailed instructions and it’s sothing I can achieve... How about it? Tempted yet?"

He placed several colorful paper bills on the coffee table, introducing them one by one: "The next grade is this Purple Redemption Voucher, which can buy one day’s ’labor ti’ from ; next are green and white ones, which can be redeed for small cakes, foot massage service, TV remote control rights, and fifty thousand yen in cash, etc..."

Listening to this made Tamako genuinely a bit tempted.

She probably wouldn’t have a chance in this lifeti to slap Mr. Fushimi’s face with cash, but she now had a chance to slap his face with Redemption Vouchers!

If she could redeem the highest-grade Red Redemption Coupon, she’d make Fushimi wear a maid outfit, be responsible for waking her up, and the first words she’d hear in the morning would be ’Ohayou Gozaimasu,’ followed by Mr. Fushimi escorting her to wash up, feeding her breakfast, and when she returned ho in the evening, kneeling at the entryway, gaily greeting, ’Officer Tamako, you’ve worked hard...’

But it wouldn’t end there. At dessert ti after dinner, Fushimi would have to give her all the strawberry cake tips. While she ate, she’d enjoy Fushimi’s foot massage service. At ho, he must wear designated uniforms—maid costu on Monday, Wednesday, Friday; butler costu on Tuesday, Thursday, Saturday; and police uniform for temptation on Sunday...

Ah, how satisfying!

Daydreaming made Tamako drool, attracting odd looks from the other two. Only then did she co to her senses, quickly wiping her mouth and pretending not to be too willing, she said, "There’s no sense in this... I don’t want you to sacrifice anything, just recognize your mistake..."

"So do you want it or not?"

Fushimi gathered the Redemption Vouchers from the coffee table, waving them in front of them: "If not, there will be nothing. I’ll just go sleep, let you complain all you want, worst co to worst, I’ll buy earplugs."

Taira Sakurako defected first, reaching out and saying, "I want the red one—"

"Eh!" Fushimi suddenly withdrew his hand: "You haven’t qualified for the Red Redemption Voucher yet."

"Why?" Tamako’s dream shattered, she was quite dissatisfied.

"Even courts emphasize punishnt fitting the cri. Shouldn’t criminal behavior correspond with severity of the criminal responsibility? I didn’t commit such a big mistake, so why should I redeem it with the highest-grade Redemption Voucher?"

Fushimi argued confidently, then drew two slips and said, "Look, Sakurako, you can only get the lowest-grade White Redemption Voucher. Tamako, because you suffered more harm, you can get a Purple Redemption Voucher."

With that, he handed the two slips to them.

Tamako reached out and took it, looking down and finding it was quite exquisitely made. The paper had the feel of currency, with a particular sheen on the oil ink, even with hand-drawn moiré details. The only difference from real money was the color and the portrait—it was a rabbit instead of Fukuzawa Yukichi’s portrait...

No way!

Tamako suddenly looked up, "You wouldn’t be planning on making counterfeit money, would you?"

Fushimi indeed had such thoughts before. With his Lv7 Evidence Forgery, making counterfeit money was easy. It’s too bad going unused... But he later found out the cost of making counterfeit exceeded real money, so he gave up.

"How could that be!" Fushimi frowned, pulled back the Purple Redemption Voucher from her hand, and replaced it with a Green Redemption Coupon: "Slandering , hurting my feelings, part of the liability is offset, now there’s only a Green Redemption Voucher left."