Chapter 761

"Is that so? You mean there are controllable supernatural forces within the police?"

In the quiet tatami room, Uesugi Muneyuki lay on the floor, Shirakawa Mai curled in his arms, both savoring the aftermath of their earlier intestinal battle.

The kotatsu still held warmth, and the room was filled with the scent of sake and some indescribable aura.

Shirakawa Mai's hair scattered across his chest, slightly disheveled; her face, usually flawless on camera, now bore a lazy, sated expression, like a cat basking in the sun.

"Yes, that last probe indeed revealed it—Honda Atsuhito's red goldfinch case proves the police bureau may possess supernatural power." Uesugi Muneyuki embraced Mai Xuejie's slender, alluring waist, feeling her warm, soft jade in his arms, catching her faint lily scent, brushing her cheek, and chuckled softly: "You were there too, weren't you?"

"I was too far away then to notice." Mai Xuejie laughed, shaking her head repeatedly: "But I've always heard that, to deal with unconfirmed life forms, the National Public Safety Commission has secretly pushed a 'Generation3' plan, seemingly orchestrated by the Police Bureau Security Bureau, though the specifics remain unknown."

"?" Uesugi Muneyuki stared for a long while, suddenly flustered: "Then why didn't you tell me?"

"Hahaha, you never asked!" Shirakawa Mai giggled: "If you'd asked, I'd have told you."

"Damn it! You're teasing me again! Mai Xuejie, you little brat—you keep fondling me, treating me like a toy!" Uesugi Muneyuki flared, gripping her black-silk thighs hard twice, eliciting a soft gasp, then rubbed her exquisite face: "Before, I let it slide, but now we're bound as one, so familiar—what else are you hiding? Spill it all!" "Hehehe~ Junior Student, you don't know? A foolish mind fills more easily with loyalty and faith; managed democracy is the cosmos' true path!" Mai Xuejie laughed, looping her arms around Uesugi Muneyuki's neck, lightly kissing his lips, then lifting her black-silk beautiful legs to gently rub her knees against his.

Sure enough, Uesugi Muneyuki's resistance and protests instantly weakened.

After all, no one can resist Mai Xuejie, and he truly is the only man who can be intimate with her, possess her entirely, even the only one who can date her closely—paparazzi have trailed them for years, yet the only male seen dining, outing, or privately interacting with Shirakawa Mai is Uesugi Muneyuki; rumors of their scandal persist, and even after his marriage, people still refuse to let go. "Any more secrets? Tell me everything!" Uesugi Muneyuki smirked, his hand sliding gently down Mai Xuejie's lower back.

"Nothing left, truly nothing, Junior Student—I'm doing this for your own good; sometimes knowing too much isn't good." Mai Xuejie smiled, eyes narrowed, defending herself, but quickly realized something was off: "Wait! Junior Student, what are you doing? There, there—don't! The spiritual circuit will short-circuit! It will short-circuit!"

"Oh shit! Oh shit shit shit shit shit!"

In the night room, Mai Xuejie's sweet howl echoed.

Around nine o'clock, Uesugi Muneyuki turned on the TV, which was airing news; he held Mai Xuejie as they curled in the kotatsu, watching Fuji TV report overseas events—since Tei Reiji was absent, the anchor switched to Hisaka Akiko, who solemnly delivered overseas news: "Recently, Hamas rejected the UN Security Council's peace talks, continuing to fire rockets into Jewish residential zones; the Russian Aerospace Forces Observation Group stationed in Jerusalem saw commanders Vyacheslav; Baranikov, Anton; Yudinstev, Nikita; Buyakov fall."

"This is Fuji TV's Jerusalem correspondent, Uwabuki Suisui, reporting for you!"

Uesugi Muneyuki watched the news and muttered: "I keep feeling like I've heard these names before..."

Yet Mai Xuejie's attention was elsewhere—she glanced at the top-right corner of the TV, a faint smile touching her lips.

About time!

"Knock knock knock."

The knocking sounded on time.

"I'll go see."

Shirakawa Mai sat up from the futon, casually smoothed her disheveled collar, bare feet stepping on tatami, walked to the door. Her hand rested on the doorknob, she glanced back at Uesugi Muneyuki—her eyes held a hint of slyness, a touch of pride, and a touch of "you wait and see." The door opened.

Miyawaki Sakura stood outside.

She was clearly meticulously dressed—indeed, not just meticulous, but fully adorned.

A lavender dress, the kind worn on music stages, layers of sheer fabric overlapping, hem reaching mid-calf, neckline and sleeve edges decorated with intricate lace trim, faintly visible under the yellow hallway light, revealing a hazy sensuality. The entire dress was semi-transparent, though the lining was cleverly handled, the "concealment revealing more" feeling only heightened the allure.

But what truly made eyes linger was her legs.

Pure white silk stockings—not ordinary white silk, but with a subtle embossed pattern like classical floral motifs, glowing softly under light. That woven layer wrapped her slender, straight legs, extending from the hem down to her feet, slipping into the round-toed Marie cherished system strap high heels—heel not high, but just right to elongate the calf line, making her look like she stepped out of a colored page from a girl's manga.

Her face bore meticulous makeup, more careful than daytime filming: eyeshadow pale pink, blush just right, lip gloss sparkling. But her expression was tense—nervous, expectant, with a hint of guilty evasion.

"Mai... Mai-sama..." her voice trembled: "I... I've come."

Shirakawa Mai looked her over from head to toe, nodded approvingly—this girl, obedient, punctual, dressed to the mark. "Come in." She stepped aside.

Miyawaki Sakura drew a deep breath, about to step forward

"Shirakawa-san? Miyawaki-san?"

Another voice came from the hallway corner.

Shirakawa Mai's smile flickered slightly.

Tei Reiji emerged from the corner, steps relaxed, as if strolling past by chance.

But her attire was clearly not "just happening to pass by."

A brownish-tan wood-colored form-fitting dress, cut to hug her figure, waist pleats cleverly tracing curves, hem just above the knee. Neckline a flattering V, revealing a sliver of collarbone. No outerwear, just this dress. Her legs

Flesh-toned stockings, so thin they were nearly transparent, yet under light showed a delicate sheen. But the key wasn't the stockings themselves—it was the faintly visible lace edge—between skirt and stockings, a hint of pattern showed, that of suspender stockings' tops.

She wore suspender long stockings, not ordinary silk stockings.

On her feet: a pair of transparent PVC high-heel strap sandals, heel fine and high, making her foot arch into a beautiful curve; through the transparent upper, the flesh-toned stocking-wrapped toes were visible, toenails painted pale purple.

Her face bore a polite smile, but her eyes held an unsheathed sharpness—a hunter's gaze on prey. "Such a coincidence," Tei Reiji walked to the doorway, gaze sweeping past Shirakawa Mai to land on the man leaning against the headboard: "You're all here. I still wanted to come find Uesugi-san to chat……about my role, uh……about acting and plot questions."

Bullshit.

Shirakawa Mai cursed inwardly, but her face kept the perfect smile.

She certainly knew why Tei Reiji was here.

Fuji TV's star anchor, twenty-something, young and beautiful, career on the rise—this woman knows how to seize opportunities; she likely sensed something, or simply guessed tonight would bring something, so dressed up for a "chance encounter."

She came to mooch.

Shirakawa Mai looked at Tei Reiji's transparent sandals, where flesh-toned toes peeked, then at Miyawaki Sakura's hands gripping her skirt hem nervously, quickly calculating.

Eh, they came anyway.

"Come in." She stepped aside again, this time opening more space.

The two women entered in single file.

The door closed behind them.

The room's atmosphere was delicate, like a taut thread.

Uesugi Muneyuki had already sat up, leaning by the kotatsu, casually wearing a robe, he regarded the two newcomers, eyebrows twitching slightly, but quickly returned to his usual calm.

Shirakawa Mai sat back beside him, naturally leaning on his shoulder, the picture of a hostess.

Miyawaki Sakura stood near the door, hands tightly gripping her skirt hem, unsure where to sit.

Tei Reiji, meanwhile, was far more composed—she scanned the room, her gaze sweeping over the kotatsu edge, then strolled leisurely to sit at the outermost spot; as she sat, her movements were slow, slow enough for everyone to see how her sheer sandals' stockinged feet stepped onto tatami, bent, and gathered in.

"Uesugi-san." She spoke, voice soft with a hint of teasing: "Good evening. Did we disturb you?"

This question was quite sharp—"you" lumped Shirakawa Mai and Uesugi Muneyuki as one unit, while she herself was the "outsider"—Shirakawa Mai snorted inwardly.

"Not bad." Uesugi Muneyuki lifted his wine cup, took a sip: "Anchor Tei, this late and you're still not sleeping?"

"Sleeplessness." Tei Reiji leaned forward slightly, pouring himself a cup of wine as well: "Character Count, Informal Address... Outside Snow this heavy, I just have a feeling... something interesting might happen."

When she said "interesting," her gaze watched Uesugi Muneyuki from above the wine cup, her eyes carrying a faint, barely-there Hook.

Miyawaki Sakura finally found an opportunity to interject, shuffling in small steps to the Kotatsu side, sitting down on the other side of Shirakawa Mai. She sat with Proper Posture, Legs Together, Knees Touching, but those knees wrapped in thick White Silk still unknowingly bumped against Uesugi Muneyuki's leg side.

She gave a Gentle Rub, her face wearing a bashful smile, proactively using her eyes to plead for help from Mai Xuejie.

Help me! Mai-sama-sama!

"Sakura." Indeed, Shirakawa Mai said with a Laughing tone: "You've always wanted to ask Junior Student for advice, haven't you? Opportunity Now." Miyawaki Sakura's face instantly reddened, Red to Earlobe.

Should be my turn now, right?

Tei Reiji gave her a Glance, Mouth Corner Lift slightly, that Smile carrying a touch of condescension — a tense little girl like this, also Qualification Question?

She hesitated no longer, began Proactive Action, Fuji TV's top actress Secret Action unfastened her high-heeled Sandals' straps, quietly slipping her feet out from inside the transparent sandals, Flesh Silk suspender stockings wrapped jade feet, Slow Forward Stretch.

Uesugi Muneyuki, who was drinking, suddenly stiffened, even spilling a bit of wine.

"Mr. Uesugi, What's Wrong?" Xiǎo Yīng asked in confusion.

"No, nothing."