As everyone knows, alcohol easily leads to loss of control.

Watanabe Shun was now a bit out of control, lying on the waterbed, unable to resist reaching out to touch the smooth, pale thighs.

Generally, female attendants don't mind being touched by the customers, and later there's the phase where they take off their tops, rubbing the customers with either bath lotion or essential oils—everything except taking off their underwear is on the menu.

Watanabe Shun used to be quite particular, not touching the female attendants when enjoying the service. He felt randomly groping around was a bit sleazy, like a perverted old man, and he assumed the female attendants would be very averse to that.

But this time was different; the female attendant was too hot. His luck was exploding. Such a beautiful woman could only be booked at this price when she just started. In a week or two... no, maybe her price would double by tomorrow.

For a soapland girl, her body and looks are her capital.

Evidently, the girl serving him was well-off in this capital.

Moreover, this soapland girl could speak Japanese and had a stage name, Ellie-chan. She spoke with enthusiasm and was very generous; Watanabe Shun rarely saw such vitality in Japanese girls. As they chatted, he found he really hit it off with her.

This even gave Watanabe Shun the illusion that there was a spark between them.

Ellie-chan was not only good at chatting but also at teasing. Perhaps Westerners are simply superior to Japanese in social matters. Lively, outgoing, and humorous in conversation, and with captivating eyes and alluring lips when flirting... Watanabe Shun couldn't withstand it for long, and he couldn't help but ask to skip ahead in the service.

Forget the teasing massage in the front; let's jump straight to the main event!

However, Ellie-chan was professional and pitifully refused: "No, if we skip the process, the boss lady will scold me for being lazy afterward... please bear with it a bit longer."

Saying this, she leaned into Watanabe Shun's ear, her breath fragrant: "As compensation, I'll give you some extra special~ service~ later."

Watanabe Shun couldn't imagine how special it could be since he had already ordered a special service package... what could be a special service to a special service?

Skipping half an hour here, the main event was about to start. The two were in an indescribable position, completely pressed together, and Ellie-chan suddenly praised him with a few words, like 'amazing,' 'you must work out often,' 'I really like your body type'...

Watanabe Shun felt flattered, truly believing Ellie-chan liked his type. Before his alcohol-numbed brain could react, Ellie-chan continued whispering in his ear:

"How about... paying a bit more and take me to a hotel."

Upon hearing this, Watanabe Shun sobered up halfway. Prostitution is illegal, how could he, as a government official, knowingly break the law?

His brain was saying: 'Absolutely not, you need to have boundaries, even though she looks like Madonna, her breasts bigger, her hips rounder, her legs longer than Madonna's...'

Before the brain finished, the cerebellum took over: 'If you don't pay, you'll never get to sleep with such a beautiful woman in your life.'

Watanabe Shun numbed himself with the thought that he might have been drunk, a bit irrational, indeed doing some unwise things. He pursed his lips and agreed.

Ellie-chan helped him get up, and they dressed together. Ellie-chan wore nothing under her trench coat. She led Watanabe Shun to book a room at the hotel next to the establishment.

Upon entering, they ignited like dry wood, entwining with each other.

...

Half an hour later, Watanabe Shun lay on the bed, his heart a mix of emotions.

He experienced the lingering pleasure of the affair, a feeling of guilt, and a desire to go again. Ellie-chan wasn't just well-built, her skills were exceptional, leaving him craving more.

Enough, it should stop here, he couldn't continue making mistakes!

Watanabe Shun patted his face, his brain saying: 'There's no discount coupon for this, it's expensive and way over budget! I won't be able to come to the soapland for the next half month. Spending so much in one go, is it really worth it...'

At this moment, Ellie-chan slipped under the blanket.

Watanabe Shun's cerebellum once again took over: 'Absolutely worth it, let's go again.'

...

And so it happened again and again, precisely three times.

Watanabe Shun not only overextended his body but also his wallet, eventually having to pay by card.

Ellie-chan took the money and, with no lingering affection, got dressed and returned to the shop.

Watanabe Shun lay in bed, feeling an inexplicable sense of emptiness.

He began pondering the mysteries of the universe, the meaning of life, and the elegance of art... until there was a knock at the hotel room door.

Watanabe Shun thought it might be Ellie-chan returning, maybe his prowess had conquered her, inspiring her to change for the better, planning to quit her job and settle down happily with him, eventually getting married and having one or two mixed-race babies...

He wrapped himself in a towel and opened the door to find two police officers standing there, one tall, one short.

They were old acquaintances.

Watanabe Shun was a criminal police officer at Nakagawara Police Station; these two officers were from Shinjuku Police Station. Although they were from different precincts, they'd met at the year-end conference, and one of them was an alumnus.

Before Watanabe Shun could speak, the tall detective said in surprise: "Why is it you?"

The shorter detective, unfamiliar with Watanabe Shun, showed his badge and said routinely: "There's been a report of illegal sexual activity in room 401."

"Who reported it?" Watanabe Shun started to sweat on his back.

The tall detective shrugged: "You know the rules, usually anonymous, and even if not, we can't disclose the reporter's information."

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