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But if you don't look closely, you would never guess that this married woman with such a great figure and temperament is so arousing, no, so vulgar.
"Aunt Maki, be careful!" Miki laughed. "As long as you walk slowly, you won't be seen."
Hojo Maki's face was ashen. People tend to compromise, and compared to her initial demeanor, after hiding her true feelings, her rebellious spirit was not as strong now.
But she still couldn't accept this appearance.
“Don’t worry.” Miki pointed to the outer edge of the playful crowd, where there was a circle of wooden chairs: “We only have one hour left, so we can just sit on the chairs for the last hour, and Aunt Maki will be able to get the weapon she wants.”
After she finished speaking, she turned to look at Shirakawa Natsu, who had transformed into a ruthless filming machine.
Hojo Maki looked at the seat in her mouth. It was on the outermost edge and backed by the trees, so there was no need to worry about anyone seeing the rope behind her.
Although I just drank water, it's not difficult to hold my breath for an hour.
She didn't say anything, but walked straight to the spot where Miyuki had just pointed, a last act of defiance.
Shirakawa Natsu was secretly alarmed. As an observer, he had watched the entire process of Miyuki seducing Inagawa Hanahi and filmed it.
Then, through negotiations with Hojo Maki and the series of actions just now, one after another, Hojo Maki was finally firmly entangled.
If it had been a few days ago, when Miyuki told him that Hojo Maki was wearing only a trench coat and being led by a rope to sit in a children's area of a park, he would have thought Miyuki had gone mad.
But she did it.
The brother's yellow hair strength is terrifying.
While he was still in a daze, Hojo Maki had already sat in the seat she had designated, and Minoki sat next to her with his legs crossed, his right hand behind his back, with rope wrapped around it.
After the two appeared, they were frequently glanced at.
Miyuki looked calm and even gave the child who was looking over a friendly smile.
Hojo Maki's expression was much worse. Her muscles were tense, and she shrank her neck, trying to cover the collar more thoroughly.
It seemed as if countless eyes were fixed on her; this trench coat offered her absolutely no sense of security.
Shirakawa Natsu sat to the side, recording everything truthfully with a camera.
As an outsider, he saw it most clearly; it was purely Hojo Maki overthinking things.
People weren't looking at them because they noticed her collar, but because two stunningly beautiful women with completely different styles were sitting there.
Even a normal person would be tempted to take a second look.
As for the strange look he gave Hojo Maki, it was because it was a hot day, and she was wearing a trench coat, so it was natural to take a second look.
If she looked like that and a fat guy was sitting next to her, people would immediately think of a strange mission.
But Mikoto's sunny smile was so deceptive that no one would think of anything strange.
While Hojo Maki was feeling uneasy, as if the eyes of the whole world were on her.
Miyuki suddenly asked, "I don't even know Inagawa Hanahi's birthday. Aunt Maki, could you tell me?"
Hojo Maki remained silent, simply lowering her head and ignoring Miyuki.
Miyu smiled and didn't ask any further questions. The two sat there for almost half an hour, until 11:30 p.m.
It will be over in just half an hour.
Hojo Maki stood with her feet together, head bowed, her face pale, clearly trying her best to endure.
She thought an hour was a simple matter.
But reality was clearly much more difficult than she had imagined.
From the moment she sat down, the excessive tension caused her muscles to tense up, resulting in an unusually strong urge to urinate.
Women are different from men; they have an inherent disadvantage in terms of self-control.
At this moment, Hojo Maki felt a series of strange sensations coming from below her body, and she needed to concentrate and desperately tell herself to endure it.
Mi no Shiki remained silent, quietly waiting for the time to pass.
After a long ten minutes, Hojo Maki's face gradually turned pale; she was nearing her limit.
But with her hands cuffed behind her back and the collar around her neck constantly reminding her that she had twenty minutes left, and if she could just hold on for twenty minutes, all her efforts today would be worthwhile.
"Aunt Maki, are you alright? You're shaking all over." Miki smiled and said, "How about we change the rules? If you answer one question for me, our time will be over. What do you say?"
Hojo Maki didn't say anything, she gritted her teeth and glared at her.
"If you don't say anything, I'll take it as Aunt Maki agreeing." Miyuki smiled and said, "My question is very simple: what is Inagawa Hanahi's birthday?"
After she asked the question, Hojo Maki was clearly stunned. The question was too simple, so simple that it had no value whatsoever.
Shirakawa Natsuya also frowned, wondering why Hojo Maki would ask such a question.
Are you planning to stop here today?
However, considering her behavior from the beginning of the negotiations, how she orchestrated one scheme after another, gradually leading Hojo Maki into this predicament.
This seemingly simple question might actually be part of the whole.
Hojo Maki didn't answer immediately, but instead looked coldly at Minoki, though the pained expression on her face made her look quite embarrassed.
Miyuki smiled, meeting her gaze with confidence, as if everything was under control: "Aunt Maki, you are a police inspector, you certainly don't want to have incontinence and have it recorded on that camera forever, right?"
Hojo Maki's face grew paler and paler. Just as Mikoto had said, Inagawa Hanahi's birthday was not even a secret.
“My daughter’s birthday isn’t a secret, is it?” Miyuki laughed. “And as long as I tell her, Aunt Maki can end all of this.”
Hojo Maki suddenly gave a bitter smile, staring intently at Mikoto, and finally spoke: "You understand human nature very well, but you don't understand mothers. I don't know your purpose, but I will not allow my daughter to be threatened in the slightest."
As she finished speaking, her tense body suddenly relaxed, and a damp spot on her trench coat quickly magnified.
"Holy crap, what the hell?" Shirakawa Natsu stared in disbelief.
"Now, what do you have left?" Hojo Maki looked at Minoki calmly.
Chapter 128 Strange Dream
The park at night is a playground for children, and laughter can be heard from time to time.
At the edge, Hojo Maki looked calmly at Miyuki. The hem of her trench coat was completely soaked, and liquid ran down her thighs, soaking her transparent flesh-colored stockings and dripping from her high-heeled sandals onto the ground.
The quantity is very large.
Shirakawa Natsumi's hand holding the camera trembled twice, but thankfully, thanks to the blond-haired photographer's skills, it didn't fall to the ground.
Hojo Maki's performance was something he hadn't expected at all.
Miyuki asked about her daughter's birthday, a question that wasn't exactly a secret.
Considering her behavior over the years, it's highly likely that she's trying to break through Hojo Maki's psychological defenses.
Just like she had always done to Hojo Maki, she gradually increased her sunk costs.
This dignified police inspector was gradually brought under control, forced to wear a trench coat, a lewd open-crotch bra, and a collar, and forced to sit here while holding back his urination.
Minobi's methods have been proven effective.
However, when Miyuki mentioned her daughter, the mother preferred that her incontinence be permanently recorded by a camera.
They were unwilling to back down even the slightest bit.
Even if it's just a simple birthday, it's not a secret.
Shirakawa Natsu knew Hojo Maki's thoughts and didn't want to fall into Minogami's trap.
Shirakawa Natsumi has never tried urinating while wearing transparent pantyhose, so she doesn't know, but just imagining going to the bathroom in tight pants is enough to make her feel mortified.
Hojo Maki can accept any humiliation that Minoki might inflict on her.
But when it comes to her daughter, she can abandon everything, whether it's dignity or life itself.
That's why she dared to take a gun and trade one for one with Miyuki.
Shirakawa Natsu looked at Minoki. If this was a game of strategy, Minoki had undoubtedly lost.
A complete loss.
The air seemed to be filled with the distinctive smell of urine.
Miyuki and Hojo Maki exchanged glances, and a smile suddenly appeared on their lips: "Oh dear, what a pity, I thought it would be even more exciting."
Hojo Maki remained unmoved by her playful smile, her eyes radiating a chilling coldness that could freeze a person: "As agreed, today's video shoot."
This was her main purpose in enduring humiliation; as long as she obtained the video, she could prove that Miyuki had threatened and coerced her.
Unfortunately, it is difficult to define Miyuki's actions legally so far.
But at least it gave her another normal option besides drawing her gun and dying together with others.
She looked at Mizhi Shi with a cold gaze. If Mizhi Shi tried to play tricks and refused to hand over the video, she would immediately turn hostile.
Instead of making excuses as Hojo Maki had expected, Miyuki smiled and said, "Of course, it's an agreement."
After she finished speaking, she nodded towards Shirakawa Natsumi.
Shirakawa Natsu understood, pressed the stop recording button, imported the video to her phone, and then sent the video to Hojo Maki.
Before arriving by car, he had already asked Miyuki in the car that after taking the photos, he would not do any processing, but would keep a copy and hand it over to Hojo Maki.
Shirakawa Natsu doesn't understand why her brother would do this.
She is handing over evidence of the crime to the people being interrogated and educated.
Mi no Shiki didn't explain. He was curious, but he could only choose to believe her rather than make his own decision.
Not only Shirakawa Natsu, but also Hojo Maki was puzzled.
She never thought that Miyuki would actually give her the video and come over to film it, so she planned to forcibly take the video.
We also rehearsed our response strategies.
The only thing I didn't expect was that Miyuki would give it to her so readily, and I was a little stunned for a moment.
"Time flies." Miyuki took out her phone and waved it in front of Hojo Maki. The time on the screen was 12:5.
She took out her keys from her pocket, reached behind Hojo Maki, and unlocked her handcuffs.
A crisp "click" sound as the device unlocks.
With her hands freed, Hojo Maki rubbed her aching wrists and looked at Mikoto suspiciously.
It's strange, very strange.
As an experienced police inspector, her intuition told her that Miyuki's current expression was definitely not the composure of a loser.
Clearly, she has achieved her goal.
But what was her purpose? A strong sense of unease rose in Hojo Maki's heart.
It's not scary to have a powerful enemy; what's scary is not even knowing what the enemy wants to do.
"Aunt Maki, do you need me to take you home?" Miki asked with a smile, the light shining on her handsome face, making her look exceptionally reliable.
Hojo Maki, however, only felt a chill run down her spine from that smile.
The sticky feel of the stockings against her pubic bone constantly reminded her that the handsome woman in front of her was a manipulative devil.
“No need.” Hojo Maki stood up, not wanting to lose in terms of presence, gave her a cold look, adjusted her trench coat, and turned to leave.
"Six more days~" Miyuki's voice clearly reached her ears from behind her.
Hojo Maki's high-heeled sandals were covered in the liquid that had just flowed down.
Slipping while walking, coupled with the stares of those around her, made her walk appear somewhat awkward.
Miyuki didn't leave immediately, but followed Hojo Maki at a distance until she watched her awkwardly open the car door, start the car, and disappear into the street. Only then did she turn to Shirakawa Natsu and say, "Let's go."
"Hmm." Shirakawa Natsu waved the camera in her hand. This trip was actually quite inexplicable.
After a series of exchanges between Mikoto and Hojo Maki, Mikoto tried to train and teach them, but not completely.
In short, it's quite confusing.
After the two returned to the apartment, Shirakawa Natsu handed the video she had recorded that day to Mino Shiki.
He didn't keep a record, even though the married woman was wearing transparent flesh-colored pantyhose and looked very aroused by her incontinence.
But she is, after all, a friend's mother.
Moreover, he could have easily stood up for his brother; there was no need to leave behind something that could become evidence of a crime.