I was touched by Yokohama

A cold silver handcuff was clasped on the girl's slender wrist, and Osamu Dazai looked like he was waiting for interrogation.

But Chacha looked down at the handcuffs, not only failed to feel the tension she should have, but felt a little strange instead.

She couldn't help asking her soul: "Mr. Dazai, why do these handcuffs look nothing like the ones used by Hong Kong gangsters?"

At any rate, I stayed in the port mafia for a while, and Chacha remembered it clearly. The handcuffs here are specially used to lock the interrogated enemies. They are very strong and heavy, and they are not of this style at all.

The silver handcuffs were slender and light, tightly clasped on the girl's snow-white wrist, revealing a fragile beauty that was imprisoned.

It's not so much handcuffs as it is some kind of sex toy.

"I bought these specially for Chacha." Dazai Osamu said with a smile, and slowly put the other end of the handcuffs on his wrist.

With a click, it locks completely.

Cha Cha: "..."

She raised that hand, and since the two were handcuffed together, Osamu Dazai's hand was brought up as well.

Chacha: "... Mr. Dazai, what are you doing?"

"Hey, Miss can't tell? This is to prevent Miss from escaping." Osamu Dazai sat on the sofa, and Chacha had to follow him to the sofa.

But she didn't sit down, but stood and watched Osamu Dazai.

"To prevent me from escaping?"

"That's right, Miss's details are really confusing. No trace of Masami Hayakawa's disappearance has been found yet."

"So now I can only feel sorry for Miss."

Osamu Dazai looked like he had a good reason, Chacha felt helpless for a while.

To prevent her from escaping, what method is not good, she will not believe all the loopholes in the reason.

And this kind of thin handcuffs, if you really want to break them, it's not that difficult.

She seriously suspected that Mr. Dazai was acting as a demon again.

"Mr. Dazai," Chacha sighed, "Stop playing, just take out the key."

Before Osamu Dazai could say anything, she said again: "I know, the key must be near here."

He didn't mean to interrogate her seriously, then the key must not be too far away.

Otherwise, there will be one less point to make trouble.

"Wow, Miss knows me very well." Osamu Dazai raised the corner of his mouth, "In that case, Miss can look for it by herself."

The bandage boy with black curly hair was leaning on the sofa as if he had no bones, his kite-colored eyes looked at Chacha with interest.

It seems that I am looking forward to what Chacha will do next.

Chacha: "..." Actually, I would rather break the handcuffs directly.

But no, she didn't plan to run away just like what Osamu Dazai said, and Osamu Dazai seemed to have figured this out.

What he said is the rules of the game that was initiated.

... Forget it, since I have nothing to do anyway, let's just play games with Mr. Dazai.

If they were nearby, naturally they had to look for the office first. Chacha walked around the office and searched carefully. Because they were handcuffed together, Osamu Dazai had to follow her.

But he was not impatient at all, but became more and more interested.

"Have you found Miss?"

Chacha searched for it, but obviously, she couldn't find it.

This is not beyond Chacha's expectation, after all, it is the key hidden by Mr. Dazai.

Not in the desk drawer either.

Chacha looked at Osamu Dazai.

Obviously, in this office, only Osamu Dazai has not been searched.

"Hey, what does miss want to do to me?" Dazai Osamu squinted his eyes, his expression was visible to the naked eye.

There is an inexplicable feeling of achieving a purpose.

Chacha approached him expressionlessly: "Mr. Dazai, do you have the key?"

"If Miss is suspicious, you can come and look for it." Osamu Dazai opened his arms, as if letting Chacha search.

Chacha glanced at him twice, why is he so talkative now?

Before she could make a move, Osamu Dazai dragged out the ending, "But I want to remind Miss, if you can't find it in me..."

"It's my turn to interrogate Miss."

The word "interrogation" seemed to be savored carefully between his lips and teeth, with a deep meaning.

Cha Cha: "..."

"Mr. Dazai, I always feel that you have some other purpose."

"Is that lady coming?" Osamu Dazai still maintained the gesture of opening his arms to let Chacha play with him, staring at Chacha with his kite-colored eyes, and tilting his head to ask.

He is very sure about the choice of Chacha.

Chacha did indeed touch Osamu Dazai's clothes.

She has a feeling that the key is in Osamu Dazai.

Of course, the world didn't use any abilities, it was just intuition. After all, once she used her abilities, this would not be a game that could continue to be played.

Although the "intuition" of the world is already considered a bug.

Chacha's hands reached into all the pockets of Osamu Dazai's loose black windbreaker, and only took out things like handheld game consoles and wallets from inside.

"Mr. Dazai's wallet hasn't been washed away by the water today." Chacha complained.

"Well, I don't have time to go into the water today." Dazai Osamu smiled slightly, his kite eyes pointed, "After all, there is something worth looking forward to today."

Chacha checked that there was no problem with things like wallet and game console, then put them back, looked up at him, and didn't ask what was worth looking forward to.

"Miss, do you want to continue touching?" Osamu Dazai asked pretendingly.

Chacha glanced at him lightly.

Mr. Dazai clearly knew that the key hadn't been found yet, so of course he could only continue to look for it.

After all, Chacha didn't really want to experience the so-called "interrogation time".

After searching the jacket, Chacha thought for a while, raised her hand, and slowly put her fingers on the white shirt that Osamu Dazai was wearing underneath.

"Mr. Dazai, I'm sorry."

Osamu Dazai squinted his eyes, and a strange flush gradually appeared on his cheeks: "Ugh—"

The voice of a teenager is full of twists and turns, sweet and confusing.

If people who don't know hear it, they will probably think that they are doing something discordant.

"Don't make strange noises, Mr. Dazai." Chacha continued to touch with her face slumped and unmoved.

"Miss is too comfortable to touch, I can't help it." Osamu Dazai showed an innocent look.

Cha Cha: "..."

She ignored Osamu Dazai, slipped her fingers through the shirt, and continued to grope for whether he had hidden the key in his clothes.

When he touched his abdomen, Osamu Dazai blushed even more, and took a light breath.

"Ha, young lady, you can use more force."

Chacha also considered whether it was possible to hide it in the bandages. After all, Osamu Dazai was almost covered in white bandages.

She was not polite, as he said, she really pressed and fumbled with her fingers bit by bit.

Even through a layer of clothing and bandages, Chacha could still feel Dazai Osamu's tight and elastic muscles.

It seems Mr. Dazai's taijutsu is not as weak as it looks.

But it's strange... the bandage that Dazai-san is wearing today seems to be extra thin?

Chacha stopped thinking about it and continued touching.

Osamu Dazai trembled slightly, and continued to make a strange, more hoarse voice than before, and even the temperature of his body seemed to become hot.

Chacha ignores these changes, still maintains facial paralysis, and concentrates on looking for the key, like a straight man who is unmoved by his wife's invitation on the bed.

"Miss, don't you want to do something else at all?" Dazai Osamu's resentful voice came from above his head.

Without raising her head, Chacha put her hands around the black curly-haired boy's waist and began to touch his back.

"Mr. Dazai, don't make any noise."

Osamu Dazai looked down at the snow-haired girl who was hugging him, and then he really didn't make a sound.

Chacha breathed a sigh of relief, but the next second, the door was knocked open.

"Master Dazai, the leader said that there is an urgent piece of information here..." The person who came saw the scene in the office, paused, and froze on the spot.

The snow-colored, long-haired petite girl hugged Dazai-sama's waist, but it was more like being embraced by Dazai-sama, and Dazai-sama looked down at her, revealing a strange tenderness and...

possession.

If his subordinates hadn't seen it with their own eyes, he wouldn't have believed that Dazai-sama, who can scare the enemy and Hong Kong gangsters, would have such an expression.

Just when his subordinates were too shocked to speak by this scene, Osamu Dazai glanced over lightly, and his subordinates finally woke up suddenly like a bucket of cold water.

"Hug, I'm sorry!!" He backed out in a panic, wanting to cry without tears.

I feel like I've disturbed Lord Dazai's good deeds, so he won't be killed afterwards, right?

Chacha inside the door is still a little confused.

Things happened so fast that I didn't know how to react.

She let go of Dazai's waist.

"Miss, won't you continue?" Osamu Dazai lowered his head and asked with a smile, as if nothing had happened.

So Chacha also felt that it was probably not a small problem worth caring about.

She made a decision and continued to look for the key on Osamu Dazai, but this time she did not hug his waist again.

Her eyes lingered on Dazai Osamu, and after a while, she seemed to be a little dazed and did not move.

Osamu Dazai didn't change his face, only a trace of regret flashed in his eyes, but soon, he became excited again, and the corners of his mouth curled up.

"Miss, are you admitting defeat now? That is my interrogation..."

Chacha, distracted, suddenly took a step closer to him.

Osamu Dazai raised his eyebrows, interrupting the previous words: "Miss, do you want to do anything else?"

In fact, Chacha didn't give up, but was observing the Marysu system that suddenly reacted in her mind.

The first thing she saw was the button on the system panel that could enable the observation of favorability.

But Chacha thought about it, and didn't choose to open it for the time being.

She looked at the place where there was a reaction first.

The above is a prompt that can be upgraded. Like the previous escape system, it is to say specific words to others.

Looking at Osamu Dazai, Chacha thought to herself, isn't this a ready-made experimental subject, it was brought before her eyes.

The girl slowly approached him, and then pushed him lightly.

"Oh?" Osamu Dazai blinked, without any resistance, and fell down on the sofa.

"Hey, what do you want to do, miss?"

However, Chacha momentarily forgot that the other end of the handcuffs was still with Osamu Dazai, and she immediately fell over.

Then he was embraced by Osamu Dazai.

"Miss, are you throwing yourself into your arms?" He whispered in her ear with a low-pitched smile, and the hot breath from his breath made her ears itchy.

Chacha happened to sit on Dazai Osamu's lap, and she was not very comfortable with this position.

"Miss, are you satisfied with this posture?" Osamu Dazai pursed his lips.

Chacha didn't pay attention to Dazai Osamu's words, but tilted her head and read the words on the system panel with a soft and waxy voice bar without any ups and downs.

"You got my people, but you didn't get my heart."