Toru Amuro finally waited for the lady from the congressman's house.
This is a young woman who is quite fashionably dressed. Expensive jewelry and big-name dresses have elevated her original average-to-upper appearance to a higher level. Her somewhat arrogant appearance has also become more eye-catching because of her appearance that talks about money from head to toe.
accept--
What's more, this is the Cowherd's House.
Money is justice.
Toru Amuro skillfully concealed her inner disgust.
The Yokohama congressman who needs to be investigated was initially supported by the black organization, and he also opened the door to the black organization on weekdays. In other words, the lady of the congressman's family is covered with ill-gotten gains. It is really difficult for a Japanese
The public security officer, Rei Fukaya, felt fond of him. What's more, Tohru Amuro was able to find out through public security channels that this congressman was not in contact with the government or the police...
What he is interested in now is what exactly the congressman did to give the black organization this illusion.
"Asmodeus, I can finally come out to see you!"
The lady from the congressman's family complained about her father, "I don't know what's wrong with my father. He doesn't let me go out. He even assigned me two bodyguards to monitor me, but they are both so ugly!"
"Ah, I mean..."
The female guest who spilled the beans quickly gave up her rhetoric and pursed her lips with a smile, "Actually, I escaped."
"My pleasure."
Purple-gray eyes stared intently at the young lady from the congressman's family. Toru Amuro leaned forward slightly, her smile as bright as her blond hair. Her thin tight shirt outlined the smooth lines of her chest muscles, and a little flesh color was revealed under the unclear light.
"You are like Juliet jumping off the balcony. How can I not be grateful for this courage?"
"Suck."
Suspicious swallowing sound.
Just as Tohru Amuro was about to continue saying something, he heard his fellow Cowherds pretending to be casual, but in fact they were just enough to be heard here:
"Isn't Miss Kawakami here today?"
"I really envy Asmodeus. Miss Kawakami has opened a champagne tower for him for two days in a row. There are six champagne towers at once... When will I be able to have such a rich woman to take care of me?"
"Even if Miss Kawakami only gives me the cheapest wine, I am willing! Miss Kawakami is so beautiful——"
…
Toru Amuro: "..."
This thing is too plastic.
But he's not worried.
The character of the cowherd Asmodeus was created according to the preferences of the lady from the congressman's family: mixed race, exotic country, lust, muscle, opera, etc. It is no exaggeration to say that based on the information collected in advance, this is the lady's personality.
Ideal type. However, although the lady from a congressman's family will not turn to others because of this, she will probably lose her temper——
really.
The lady from the congressman's family frowned and smashed the exquisite lady's bag on the small table, "Asmodeus, who is that Kawakami?"
She became reluctant: "Is she prettier than me? How much prettier?"
This is actually very unreasonable.
When the Cowherd restaurant is open, no matter who the visitor is, there is business to be done. Every guest knows that the Cowherd he likes is not the only one to entertain him. If he wants to take up more of the other party's time and let the other party only serve him, he needs more people.
Money... instead of blaming the other person also serve others.
Amuro showed a slightly embarrassed expression, her purple-grey eyes lowered, and was about to speak——
The surroundings suddenly became quiet.
At first, there were some faint whispers and the sound of rippling wine. Soon, as if they were infected by some kind of infection, the small sounds disappeared. People looked in the direction of the store door, and invariably showed surprised expressions.
Dude. Dude. Dude.
The sound of high heels hitting the ground.
Toru Amuro followed the gaze of others and saw a girl with black hair and black eyes walking towards him gracefully.
The long black and smooth hair like crow feathers is cut off at the waist. Her beautiful face carries a proud smile like a queen patrolling her territory. A pair of dark eyes under her forehead are shining with intoxicating light, and the curve of her red lips is slightly sarcastic.
, and when she met his gaze, she turned to nonchalant bewilderment.
The girl changed into a dress today. The pure black dress outlined her green curves. Her fair skin looked particularly charming under the dim light. The girl stopped in front of him, leaned over slightly, and wore black gauze gloves.
Her right hand gently stroked his cheek, and her voice was unabashedly teasing:
"asmodeus, am I beautiful?"
Social death to the extreme is letting go.
It’s not that Kamishiro Kiyawa has never worn shorts before, but above the knees, skirts and shorts are different. The feeling of being light and fluttery, with wind leaking in from time to time, is really suffocating!!
Yes.
This is the first time he wears a skirt.
The kind that comes with its own chest pad.
For the nth time, Kamishiro Kiyawa regretted why Dazai Neko was so coquettish that he bought the skirt. But now that the situation has come to an end, if this outfit cannot play its 200 role, wouldn’t it be a loss of 100 million. Therefore, the matching high-heeled shoes, gloves, lipstick, etc. are very
The arrangements were in place quickly. If the last trace of sanity was not still there, he would even want to put a tear mark on himself.
The young intelligence agent made a twisted cry in his heart:
If you want (the company) to die together, let's die together (the company), Furuya-senpai!!
Toru Amuro: "…………"
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the angry and deformed face of the congressman's young lady, and a certain cowherd went numb.
How should he turn the tide in this situation?
Bathed in the jealous gazes that were gathering more and more, even several times more intense than the previous two days, a certain blond and dark-skinned person wanted to lie down for a second, and then raised a cowherd's special smile, "It's beautiful." In full view of everyone.
Unable to distort the facts, Toru Amuro said sincerely, "Miss Kawakami, are you the incarnation of Aphrodite?"
"oh?"
The "girl" with black hair and eyes lazily raised her eyes, "Then are you Hephaestus or Ares?"
Obvious flirting.
When the lady from the congressman's family realized it later, she was almost furious, "You!" She said without speaking carefully, "You--"
"Shh."
Beauty can sometimes be a weapon.
The "girl" with black hair and black eyes glanced at her, saw that she had understood and shut up, stood up with satisfaction, and walked towards the boss.
The girl's manners were quite graceful, and her grace was indescribable. Toru Amuro followed that figure with half admiration and half worry. Intuiting that the other person might say something outrageous, the girl said lightly: "Asmodeus is still far from No. 1."
How many?"
Toru Amuro:——Wait!!
Scored three times.
A certain cowherd whose real identity was a public security police officer forced a smile on his face as he watched the girl spend a large sum of money on him, ordering thirteen champagne towers in one go and putting him on the No. 1 spot, a "throne" he didn't really need.
, the whole person was very sad, so sad that he turned pale.
Also in sync with his mood was the lady from the congressman's family.
Having been thoroughly crushed in every aspect, the lady from the congressman's family felt ashamed to stay here any longer. She picked up her bag and rushed out of the Cowherd Restaurant at a fast pace. She even turned around and cast a resentful look before rushing out of the store door.
glance.
Toru Amuro:??
Wait, if it’s not an illusion——
"Wow--"
A young boy's clear voice came from beside him, "It seems that the young lady is not looking at Brother Asmodeus, but Sister Kawakami."
Then came the somewhat familiar voice of the bodyguard: "Ah, why?"
Toru Amuro:!!
At that moment, he almost completed a protective action, but he quickly realized that it was the girl's strong presence that made him ignore the people who came in after her, and he couldn't help but smile bitterly at his repeated gaffes tonight.
"Maybe he's in another relationship, who knows."
After speaking irresponsibly, Osamu Dazai looked at Toru Amuro with interest.
Senior...senior in what respect?
Definitely not referring to Cowherd.
That is to say, this is a false identity or a temporary identity. So, what kind of profession would require this kind of disguise?
There are a lot of options.
Dazai Osamu carefully observed: The muscles are smooth, the kind of smoothness that is practiced in actual combat. He is a no.2 cowherd, and his conversational skills and communication should be good...Information dealer? Detective? A member of an organization performing a special mission?
"Let's skip the unnecessary steps." Thirteen champagne towers have been piled up. Kamidai Kiyawa didn't even look at them. He even dismissed the cowherds who were supposed to sing to "her" according to the procedure. He turned to the boss and spat out from his red lips.
It looked like a question, but it was actually a firm statement, "Tonight, I want to take Asmodeus out."
"Ah, this..."
The flattering smile on the boss's face disappeared instantly, and he looked extremely embarrassed, "Our store actually does not support the introduction of this..."
There should be an explanation here.
Sitting at the table means doing your job and chatting and drinking with the guests.
The introduction refers to extra work, such as accompanying customers to go shopping, but when it comes to the profession of cowherd, it basically refers to having relationships with customers.
Generally speaking, Japanese cowherds will not "come out" easily. This is a secret rule in their industry, because they feel that once they "come out", they will lose their value, which means that any customer can get their body in the future...
Generally speaking, it is similar to the transformation of a brothel girl in ancient China from a courtesan to...
cough.
"It's just a change of venue." Kamishiro Kiyokazu said that he didn't have that kind of intention, and he picked up a Dazai cat and showed it, "It's not convenient to bring my children in the store tonight."
The "girl" with black hair and black eyes put down the young boy with wild eyes, smiled and took out her bank card, her red lips curved in an elegant arc, and her low voice was strangely attractive, "I think Boss Sang will be considerate and considerate.