Tokyo: Rabbit Officer and Her Evil Partner Chapter 435 - 334: Bondage Play

"There will be! There definitely will be!"

Minamoto Tamako loudly encouraged, "You have to believe in yourself! Even though you’re petty, stingy, miserly, vindictive, clueless about won, and terrible at interpersonal relationships... but, but..."

She hesitated for a long ti, unable to say what "but" was.

This was different from what Fushimi Roku expected; he thought Minamoto Tamako misunderstood, assuming he was lanting his unpopularity—which is the kind of thing people indulge in often in Japan. They often bla their life’s failures on "unpopularity," constantly whining online and proposing strange theories about "inequitable sexual resources."

In other words, Minamoto Tamako saw him as a self-pitying loser.

Fushimi Roku reached out his hand to interrupt, saying, "That’s not the point. Let’s not talk about the past; the focus is on the future..."

"What future?"

Once again, Minamoto Tamako was overwheld with sadness, plopping back onto her chair. She wanted to drown her sorrows in alcohol, but there was none at ho; it had all been used by Fushimi Roku. Her troubles only seed to compound.

"It’s not like I’m going to die right away."

Fushimi Roku finally felt the discomfort of being a terminal patient, which mainly stemd from the low spirits of those around him.

Upon hearing this, Minamoto Tamako finally realized that this was her last chance to confess to Mr. Fushimi. If she continued to delay, she would deeply regret it when Mr. Fushimi passed away with a smile on his face.

Under these circumstances, Mr. Fushimi certainly couldn’t confess, or it would seem too selfish—he was dying but wanted to leave others alone with the pain. Wouldn’t that be holding soone back?

Mr. Fushimi would definitely think this way, wouldn’t he?

That’s why he said he still had a small regret and ntioned things like, ’I’ve never been in love,’ ’You’ll definitely look down on ,’ ’Would a girl like soone like ’...

Words he’s always wanted to say but could never express, surely Mr. Fushimi must feel very painful and sorrowful?

Minamoto Tamako lowered her head, her heart filled with mixed emotions.

On one hand, she knew this was a good ti to confess, but on the other, she also knew this wasn’t the ti for romance. At the sa ti, she still lacked the courage to fully reveal her feelings, and she felt deeply saddened by Mr. Fushimi’s terminal illness.

She could only keep repeating to herself: ’This is to help Mr. Fushimi fulfill his last wish,’ ’Mr. Fushimi should be able to see through this too,’ ’It’s just end-of-life care’... attempting to find various reasons to numb herself.

"Since it’s like this..."

Minamoto Tamako stood up again, looking nervous. In Fushimi Roku’s expectant eyes, she said, "Then let help you fulfill your last wish."

"Huh?"

Fushimi Roku was taken aback; the statent sounded strange, as it had two interpretations: from a friend’s angle, it could an helping him find a partner; from a romantic angle, it could an using his words to confess. Moreover, the two interpretations could interchange, both making sense regardless of perspective.

When did her Tai Chi skill get this high?

Or is he overthinking?

Fushimi Roku looked puzzled and asked, "How are you going to help fulfill it?"

Minamoto Tamako wiped away her tears, blew her nose with a tissue, and said in a muffled voice, "Don’t worry, I an what I say."

"?"

Fushimi Roku thought, what are you saying? I don’t understand your aning at all.

He wanted Minamoto Tamako to be clearer with her words, but was also wary of exposing his own wicked plan, pondering for a long ti without knowing what to say.

After blowing her nose, Minamoto Tamako pulled back her chair and left the dining table. She didn’t eat a single bite of food and was getting ready to go out after putting on her coat.

Fushimi Roku felt utterly confused and couldn’t help but ask, "Where are you going?"

"To buy alcohol." Minamoto Tamako’s voice was nasal.

"Wine?" Fushimi Roku glanced around the dining table, realizing that indeed a candlelight dinner seed incomplete without so wine. Minamoto Tamako’s pickiness was sothing he hadn’t noticed before.

"Whatever." Minamoto Tamako said.

"Then no need to buy it."

Fushimi Roku stood up, knocked on the door next door to Kazama’s house, rummaged around briefly, then returned ho with two packs of beer, tucking two bottles of brown glass soju under his arm.

Seeing this, Minamoto Tamako directly opened the soju, sat on the sofa, and drank straight from the bottle.

Fushimi Roku hurriedly grabbed Minamoto Tamako’s arm, asking what exactly she intended to do.

Minamoto Tamako’s stomach burned, her throat was fiery, and the bitter liquor made her heart ache. She didn’t care about anything else, and with red eyes, she said, "I can’t say it without drinking."

Fushimi Roku understood in his heart. He let go silently, but still played dumb and asked her to clarify her words.

Minamoto Tamako didn’t answer, drinking on her own. She wanted to forget all the unhappy things and wanted the courage to express her feelings to Mr. Fushimi—this was Mr. Fushimi’s last wish, how could she refuse?

Was she supposed to help Mr. Fushimi date soone else?

If it had been before, she might have done such a foolish thing out of shyness, pretending to help find a partner for Mr. Fushimi while secretly inquiring about his preferences... but now, she didn’t have the ti to play such gas.

Because Mr. Fushimi was dying.

Just thinking about it made her heart ache.

Seeing her shed tears again, Fushimi Roku opened another bottle of soju and said, "I’ll drink with you then."

Drinking together made it less painful.

Halfway through, Minamoto Tamako couldn’t drink any more. Japanese soju had a high alcohol content of around twenty-seven to thirty-four percent, and on an empty stomach, her digestive system couldn’t handle it. She ended up hugging the trash can and throwing up everything she had just drunk.