With a moan of frustration, Miwa had no choice but to peel herself off Jin.
Squelch
As she lifted her hips, a wet sound was heard.
She dropped onto the bench, breathing heavily and her skirt still wrinkled.
But her legs didn't stay still. Unconsciously, she started rubbing her thighs together hard. She was trying to calm the need of her swollen lips and, at the same time, desperately hold in Jin's hot load that threatened to leak out.
"Hmph..." biting her lip she looked at the door with unsatisfied eyes. "Did they have to come right now?..."
…
The access door burst open and the squad stormed the rooftop.
But no one would notice the uniformed cops.
All attention was absorbed by the woman leading the march.
She was a vision of power wrapped in a white suit so tight and expensive it looked like a second skin.
The fabric outlined a wasp waist and struggled to contain a generous bust, creating a lethal silhouette that contrasted violently with the tide of blue uniforms of her subordinates.
Her short brown hair shined under the sun.
She had a beautiful face, with fine and elegant features, but her eyes had that cold and predatory glint of someone used to crushing anyone who contradicted her.
With her height of over one meter seventy and red heels that hit the concrete like hammers, she towered over most of the male officers.
Seeing her enter as if she owned the world, Jin stood up calmly.
"Ryōko..." he greeted with a half-smile, showing not a shred of intimidation. "Long time no see."
Ryōko Yakushiji. Honor graduate from the University of Tokyo and heiress to the JACES security empire.
She didn't wear that badge out of a calling to serve, much less for the salary. She had joined the force for a much deeper reason: pure power.
She wanted the authority to trample on the rules and abuse her privileges with total legal impunity.
As Superintendent of the Criminal Department of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department, she was practically untouchable.
They had met during a case, where Ryōko, with her sharp instincts, immediately sniffed out the kid's potential.
They didn't take long to strike a deal: a perfect symbiosis.
Jin handled the supernatural jobs the police couldn't handle, and in exchange, Ryōko used her influence to clean up his messes and keep him out of jail.
Upon seeing Jin, her icy mask shattered instantly, replaced by a smile that promised trouble.
Ignoring the audience, she sped up until she invaded his personal space and raising her hand, slid a finger over his chest, while the scent of French perfume enveloped Jin's senses.
"Little bastard..." she purred, lowering her voice to a dangerous tone. "So long without calling. Have you gotten tired of playing with me? You've been neglecting me..."
Behind her, the police officers exchanged looks of pure terror.
But Jin didn't flinch. He knew Ryōko's game too well to fall for the trap.
He ignored the flirting and pointed at the lifeless body.
"Look, that over there is Wataru Morishita. I don't know how he got an illegal app to hypnotize and subdue people, but..."
Ryōko clicked her tongue, disappointed by the lack of reaction, but before she could retort, a trembling voice spoke up next to Jin.
"Y-Yes... it was Jin-kun who saved me..."
Miwa stepped forward, trying to be as calm as possible.
That was when Ryōko noticed her existence.
Slowly, she turned her head and her sharp eyes scanned her up and down like an X-ray scanner.
And her gaze inevitably stopped at the center of Miwa's chest.
There, with her blouse poorly buttoned and strained, hung two massive, heavy, natural breasts that defied gravity.
They were obscenely huge.
Ryōko, who had always prided herself on her own perfect body, felt a twinge of irritation.
She glanced down at her own cleavage for a split second and then looked back at those gigantic udders.
"Tch…"
Without saying a word, she straightened her back and threw her shoulders back to the max, sticking out her chest so as not to be outshined by the "dairy cow" standing in front of her.
Wasting no time, she spun on her heels and barked orders at her team.
"This is a clear case of self-defense. I want the perimeter secured and forensics working now. Reiko, get the civilian out of here and take her statement downstairs."
The team moved instantly. A plain-looking female officer led Miwa toward the stairs, leaving them alone with Wataru's body and the forensics team working in the background.
As soon as the "competition" disappeared, the air changed.
Ryōko took a long step toward Jin, sat down next to him without any shame, and leaned in close, grazing his neck, and inhaled deeply.
She pulled away slowly, and a mocking smile curved her red lips.
"Seriously, Jin-kun?" she whispered, lowering her voice so only he could hear. "You had time to fuck with a corpse lying two meters away? You're a sicko."
"..."
Jin kept an impassive expression, although inside he cursed.
He had used magic to clean the fluids and stains, he had eliminated the physical evidence... but he had forgotten about the pheromones. The smell of sex, sweat, and Miwa's arousal still floated in the air, and Ryōko had an animal instinct for those things.
"Do you have some bloodhound in your DNA?" he replied, deflecting the accusation. "Your nose is terrifying for a woman your age."
"Excuse me?"
Ryōko's eyes narrowed dangerously.
The mention of "age" was like pressing a nuclear button. At twenty-seven, being single and with that old bastard of a father pressuring her day and night to marry some useless heir, the topic of youth was her only weak point.
"Watch your mouth, brat…"
Just when she was about to destroy Jin for the comment, an untimely voice interrupted her.
It was Junichirō Izumida.
The poor officer approached with his notebook in hand, oblivious to the fact that he had just walked into the lion's den.
"Superintendent, the preliminary report. We've confirmed residues of hypnotic magic in the remains of the mobile terminal. However..."
He stopped, swallowing hard. He looked at Wataru's mangled corpse and then at his boss, struggling between his police duty and his survival instinct.
In the end, his stupid honesty won out.
"The subject presents multiple compound fractures, severe lacerations, burst organs, and massive hemorrhaging. The level of trauma is... well, it's completely inconsistent with a self-defense maneuver…"
Behind him, the veteran cops exchanged looks of silent horror. No one said anything, but their faces screamed: 'Shut up, idiot, you're gonna fuck us all over!'
The air froze.
Ryōko turned her head slowly and her expression didn't change, but the temperature around her seemed to drop ten degrees.
"Excuse me?" she said with a soft and lethal voice. "Did you just question my decision?"
Junichirō froze.
"I... uh…"
"Listen to me closely." Ryōko took a step toward him, drilling her cold eyes into him. "If I say he slipped and fell, he slipped and fell. And if I say it was self-defense, then it was self-defense. Have I been clear enough or do you need me to reassign you to traffic patrol in Hokkaido?"
"Y-Yes!"
The color drained from Junichirō's face. He jumped to attention and bowed so abruptly he almost broke his back.
"Understood perfectly, Superintendent! I am very sorry!"
"..."
Jin observed the scene with pity and amusement.
Once the hierarchical order was restored, Ryōko lost all interest in arguing further.
"Enough." she said, waving her hand dismissively. "Clean up this mess. We're leaving!"
The team started moving frantically to pack everything up.
However, before turning around to go down the stairs, Ryōko looked at Jin one last time. Without making a sound, her red lips moved with perfect and exaggerated articulation, sending him a clear message:
'You're gonna pay for this, brat.'
Jin held her gaze and, with an arrogant half-smile, replied by moving his lips:
'I'll be waiting.'
...
Miwa had to leave first, she had classes to teach and a reputation to maintain, even if her underwear wasn't on her body.
However, before going down, she stopped for a second and with burning cheeks and avoiding looking him directly in the eyes, she whispered an invitation for him to stop by her house this weekend.
Jin, of course, accepted with a smile.
His schedule was open.
When Jin finally slid the classroom door open, the second class of the afternoon was already well underway.
The math teacher stopped his explanation and turned around with a frown, ready to chew him out.
But upon seeing it was Jin, his expression relaxed.
Jin was top of the class, normal rules didn't apply to him.
With a simple wave of his hand, the teacher signaled for him to sit down without asking any questions.
Elite privileges.
"Sigh…"
Seeing him walk in in one piece, Natsuha let out the breath she had been holding for almost an hour.
She had imagined all sorts of horrible scenarios, from fights with thugs to accidents.
Quickly, she propped her textbook up on the desk to use it as a shield and leaned toward him.
"Jin-kun..." she whispered urgently. "What happened? What took you so long?"
"A minor setback..." Jin replied in a low voice, downplaying it. "Nothing I couldn't handle. Here."
He slid the juice bottle across the floor until it rested gently by her feet.
"Oh..."
Natsuha blinked, looking at the bottle and then at him.
Seeing that Jin had no intention of giving details and that he seemed calm, she decided not to press.
She nodded obediently and looked back to the front, happy simply to have him back by her side.
...
At four o'clock sharp, the bell announced the end of the day and absolute liberation.
The classroom exploded in noise.
While most groups were already loudly discussing going to karaoke or the arcades, the grade-obsessed, those who lived by and for their grades, were already running toward the library to keep studying.
Natsuha, however, had very different priorities.
"Jin-kun, shall we go?" she said with a radiant smile, slinging her backpack over her shoulder with barely contained enthusiasm.
Finally!
Her plan was starting now. Today wasn't going to be just any afternoon.
Today she was going to take the definitive step to conquer and make Jin hers.
The walk to her house was surprisingly quiet.
The streets, which in other times used to be infested with thugs and gang members looking for trouble with pretty girls, were clear today.
Jin walked with his hands in his pockets, with a calm air, and no one dared to approach.
His years of silent and brutal "cleanup" in the neighborhood had paid off: the trash knew not to get in his way.
Finally, they stopped in front of the residence with the "Shinomiya" plate at the entrance.
Natsuha took out her keys and opened the door.
The interior of the house welcomed them with darkness and absolute silence.
And just as she had promised him, it was the perfect setting: her parents had left on a long business trip and wouldn't return until next month.
There was no supervision.
There were no witnesses.
She entered first, her fingers sought the switch on the wall and warm light flooded the foyer, revealing an impeccable and empty house.
She turned to Jin, who was waiting at the threshold patiently, and gestured for him to come in with a sweet smile that hid a sea of intentions.
"Come in, Jin-kun. Make yourself at home."
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