Chapter 16: Something Isn’t Right...

"Money can always be earned again, but once you lose your integrity, you lose everything."

"…"

Like a professional instinct, Sayuri Sato switched into a lecturing mode. Compared to her earlier cold remarks, she seemed to prefer this approach: "You look good on the outside, but how long can you rely on your looks?"

"Do you think this is a long-term plan?"

"Earn the money you’re supposed to earn. The rest can wait until later." Kitahara replied casually, scanning the surroundings.

Sayuri Sato was somewhat annoyed. This person was truly impervious to reason.

After half an hour of exhausting persuasion, he remained obstinate. She drank her glass in one gulp and snapped angrily, "Do whatever you want, it’s none of my concern."

Yet, she didn’t leave. Instead, she sat quietly nearby, sipping her drink.

There was a sense she was trying to guide him back to the right path.

Although Kitahara wasn’t one to sell out.

Still...

This person wasn’t all bad.

Kitahara glanced back at Sayuri Sato every now and then, his perception shifting. There had been some misunderstanding earlier. Her attitude was harsh, but her actions showed no breach of professional ethics.

Her personality was infuriating, but her character was solid... People were truly complex creatures.

Silence fell amid the clinking glasses. Sayuri Sato, intoxicated, leaned her ample chest against the bar, eyes glazed over.

Plan proceeding as intended.

Kitahara swirled his drink. Despite some unexpected twists, the mission seemed on track.

Now, it was just a matter of waiting for the fish to bite.

Kitahara looked around. The bar was a mixed crowd but still civilized. No one approached recklessly; everyone was testing the waters, laughing, eyes flickering with desire.

Hunters cast their nets, prey silently bared their fangs...

Who was the hunter?

That remained unknown for now.

At eleven o’clock, deep into the night.

The rain gradually ceased.

Streetlights flickered; occasional raindrops traced winding paths down the windows.

Kitahara found the person he had been waiting for.

A man with dyed blonde hair kept glancing this way, watching Kitahara and then Sayuri Sato beside him, his expression calculating.

A few minutes later,

He sat down next to Kitahara and smiled, asking, "Is this someone you know?"

Kitahara paused.

According to the original plan, he should have said no, let the man deal with the woman, and intervene just before things turned violent… securing evidence for leverage while completing the task.

But…

Plans sometimes changed with the heart.

At least now, he felt it wasn’t right.

"This is my teacher," Kitahara said.

Sayuri Sato, still dazed, turned over and pouted.

"Your teacher is drunk... Little brother, you can’t carry her alone, can you?" The blonde was polite.

"I can manage."

The blonde was surprised. Seeing Kitahara’s stubbornness, he was about to leave, but Kitahara added, "Though help would be better."

Overjoyed, the blonde said, "I’ll help you."

Such a mature woman was rare to encounter. Today was finally a chance to satisfy his craving.

Once outside the bar, he would call his friends, knock her out, and take her to a hotel for a good time.

"Really? Thank you, big brother."

Kitahara’s smile made the blonde momentarily dazed.

Just as Kitahara’s plan had shifted, the blonde had his own.

Then, he casually draped an arm over Kitahara’s shoulder, his tone gentle: "Having a teacher like that must be tough for you, huh?"

"Mm?"

Kitahara was puzzled.

"It’s so late, and you’re still out drinking with her…" The blonde explained, his voice darkening, "Is she forcing you to do things you don’t like? It must be, right?"

"Actually, it’s okay... My teacher has helped me a lot," Kitahara replied vaguely.

The blonde unbuttoned his shirt, his tone suggestive. "I understand, little brother. I’ve been through that kind of thing before."

"What do you mean?"

Kitahara frowned, uncertain of his implication.

Seeing this, the blonde handed over a business card: "I’m a trainer at a nearby gym. I’ve worked with many distinguished female clients and know this territory well. Many women have difficult tempers…"

A gym near Shibuya—without needing to think, Kitahara knew the value implied.

Like Bunkyo Ward, property prices here were astronomical… Shibuya was one of Tokyo’s economic lifelines, a birthplace of trends, hailed as Asia’s fashion capital.

Kitahara took the card, edged in gold, bearing the name Ibuki Kuwamura.

He looked a bit like a host.

"I’m not interested in fitness…" Kitahara said politely.

Now wasn’t the right time for working out.

Kuwamura clicked his tongue. "Don’t be so quick to refuse. Fitness will help you."

Kitahara fell silent, suspecting he had misjudged the man.

This must be a trainer desperate for clients.

Why dye his hair blonde otherwise?

"Touch and see."

"No thanks..."

"Don’t be shy, touch it."

Kuwamura grabbed Kitahara’s hand and pressed it firmly, then licked his lips.

"You’re in good shape."

Kitahara withdrew his hand, losing interest. "But I really don’t want a membership. Find someone else."

"You won’t pay a thing…"

Kuwamura said tactfully, "I’ll even pay you."

"Huh?"

Kitahara finally sensed something was off.

This man...

Kuwamura glanced at Sayuri Sato with interest but quickly averted his eyes to Kitahara, astonished.

A top-notch young man.

No matter how you looked at his face, he was exceptional. Most importantly, he had something other boys lacked... innocence.

A high school boy… this woman must have already been with him. Damn it, why wasn’t I the one to meet him first?

He wasn’t a boy anymore, was he?

Feeling a bit disappointed, Kuwamura decided to be straightforward.

"How much does she pay you per month?"

"Huh?"

"Don’t play dumb. It’s so late and you’re still out drinking with her. You must be kept..."

His voice lowered, laced with temptation: "I can offer you more than she ever could."

"She really is my teacher," Kitahara’s tone turned sharp.

Damn, a gay man.

Even worse than a scumbag.

"Stop pretending..."

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