The Gemini Princess wants me to confess my feelings!

Kirihara Akatsuki asked, "Are you busy? Or I can come another day."

"Busy... well, not really." Shiori Kisaragi glanced out the window and sighed like a typical office worker. "There are some things going on. This area hasn't been very peaceful today. I should have told you in advance."

"We don't have each other's contact information," Kirihara Akatsuki shrugged. "What social media do you use? Line? Twitter? Or email?"

"Oh~" Kisaragi Shiori looked at him, a mischievous smile spreading across her beautiful and alluring face: "Kid, are you trying to flirt with me?"

Kirihara Akira fell silent, staring at her for a long while, making her feel extremely uncomfortable: "What's with that look?!"

Kirihara Akatsuki said, "Have you never been hit on, nor have you ever tried to hit on someone?"

"I often strike up conversations with people."

"Really?"

Seriously, I often yell: Hey, police! Stop right there!

Usually, after you shout, the other person will start running...

"How could I possibly say that out loud?" Shiori thought to herself, coughed twice, and changed the subject, saying, "Speaking of which, those delinquents haven't been bothering you anymore, have they?"

Kirihara Akira shook her head, sat down at the keyboard, and said, "No."

"That's good. You were pretty ruthless, but thankfully you didn't seriously injure them. Even though it was self-defense, if you really hurt someone, it'll always cause a lot of trouble."

Kirihara Akira acted with great restraint, and after that day, no rumors or gossip spread.

I don't know if it was Mori Kiyoyo's good management or Mori Akari's efforts.

There was no need to explain these things too clearly. Kirihara Akira asked, "What are all those police officers doing outside? Are they arresting fugitives?"

Shiori Kisaragi took out two cups and brewed instant coffee as usual. Upon hearing the question, she instinctively became wary and didn't want to explain further.

She turned her head and saw Kirihara Akira's youthful but innocent face, and suddenly a new idea came to her.

During this time, she still asked her colleagues to investigate Kirihara Akira's background.

Last time, she found out that Kirihara Akira's parents had passed away. This time, she asked a colleague to find the case file.

Logically speaking, the case has reached the final stage according to procedure, there are no major problems throughout, and all the evidence points to suicide.

Because she was busy with important tasks, she couldn't investigate personally and didn't check the details thoroughly, but she still sensed something unusual.

Despite having a complete chain of evidence, the bureau has been slow to close the case, and despite the lack of new evidence, it continues to have personnel conducting a renewed investigation.

According to colleagues, the case is deeply intertwined with the underworld, including the fact that the Kirihara couple had connections to the yakuza before their deaths.

This case felt to her like a tug-of-war rope, with people on both sides exerting equal force, causing the red rope used to determine the winner to remain motionless.

Under such circumstances, how did a rural boy manage to quietly arrive in Tokyo and appear here, seemingly forgotten?

Is someone trying to exploit this child's hatred or background for some purpose?

With this in mind, Shiori Kisaragi didn't completely shut herself off, releasing a little information as a test: "Those police officers outside are preparing to welcome a big shot."

Kirihara Akira guessed, "Hmm... what kind of councilor is coming to give a speech? Surely not, coming to this half-dead commercial street to garner votes from old ladies?"

"No." Shiori Kisaragi, carrying two cups of coffee, walked over to Akira Kirihara, put them down, and said, "They're welcoming us, the yakuza."

"Huh?" Kirihara Akira was somewhat surprised.

"It's ridiculous, isn't it? Our police are going to such lengths for the yakuza." Kisaragi Shiori walked to the windowsill, raised her left hand, grasped her left arm with her right hand, and stretched her slender waist and legs together.

She listened to the advice and changed out of her corporate attire, wearing leather boots and black stockings, her shapely calves exuding alluring curves and luster.

Well, it's still a bit old-fashioned, with no special mechanics, but its base stats are so high that it looks good in anything.

While admiring the view, Kirihara Akira remarked, "What kind of important person receives this treatment?"

"Come and take a look." Shiori Kisaragi leaned against the windowsill and beckoned to him.

Kirihara Akira got up and leaned over.

The two were very close, so close that Kirihara Akira could smell a faint fragrance emanating from her. It was hard to describe what the scent was, as if her charm had been materialized and that was exactly what it was supposed to be.

Kirihara Akira rubbed her nose and looked down, where she saw a line of cars.

Five cars formed a line and poured into the commercial street, slowly coming to a stop downstairs.

About twenty people dressed in suits surrounded a young man who looked to be eighteen or nineteen.

From this angle, you can see their faces clearly, as well as the patterns of the badges they are wearing.

"That's the crest of the Yamaei-kai," Shiori Kisaragi said.

As she spoke, her beautiful eyes remained fixed on Kirihara Akira.

Kisaragi Shiori was observing whether Kirihara Akira would react with hatred or hostility upon hearing the name.

If so, she should try to intervene. As I said before, a child should not live in hatred; only the law can save him.

To her relief, Kirihara Akira neither questioned the dignity of the police nor showed any obvious hatred towards her subordinates. She only shrank back when she heard the name Yamaeikai, as if a ghost from a supernatural tale had appeared in reality, and felt timid.

Kirihara Akira asked, "You mean that Yamaei-kai?"

Having been here for some time, Kirihara Akira had naturally heard of the Yamaei-kai, which was famous in Tokyo and even throughout Japan.

Both the Suruga-gumi and the Mishima-gumi are directly affiliated organizations of the Yamaei-kai.

"Yes, that Yamaei-kai, the young leader of the Yamaei-kai is a famous figure in Tokyo, the young master of the Yamaei-kai, Yamaei Kaito."

After watching for a while, Kirihara Akira remarked, "He looks like someone not to be trifled with; even the police have to protect him."

Her previous slander of the police was a test of his attitude. Having tested him, Kisaragi Shiori still felt she had to protect the dignity of her colleagues. She said with a smile:

"You're wrong. It's not protection, nor is it a welcome. It looks grand, but it's actually the Metropolitan Police Department asserting its presence and telling the Sanei-kai that they have no right to act recklessly."

Kirihara Akira smiled knowingly.

He had many questions, but he wasn't foolish enough to ask Shiori Kisaragi.

This pretty policewoman was testing him; he couldn't just reveal his intentions.

He only half-jokingly said, "That's really scary."

"The Yamaei-kai prides itself on 'benevolence and righteousness,' so at least on the surface, they have to be a moral exemplar organization that helps elderly women cross the street, and they can't lay a hand on ordinary people," said Shiori Kisaragi.

"Even if it's just a facade, they have to maintain it. As long as you don't provoke them or do anything dangerous, you'll be fine, understand?"

Kirihara Akira closed the window and said nonchalantly, "Who cares about them? I don't have time to mess with those gangsters."

Kisaragi Shiori secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but remained outwardly calm.

Kirihara Akira sat back down and called out, "Class begins."

The announcement of class starting startled Shiori Kisaragi, who frowned and sighed deeply.

Kirihara Akira glanced at her and suddenly said, "Your outfit is still a bit too outdated. Let's go pick out some new clothes sometime."

Kisaragi Shiori yawned, "You're so annoying!"