Did I even kowtow to Mr. Fu Jian?
In the end, Mr. Fu Jian ’reluctantly’ agreed?
Isn’t that supposed to be my line? Shouldn’t I be the one reluctantly agreeing?
And what does ’reluctantly’ mean? Did you agree out of pity for me?
Every single second, the brain cells of Minamoto Tamako are burning wildly, like Thanos snapping his fingers, and her entire being turns into dust floating away in the wind.
Fushimi Roku waved a hand in front of Minamoto Tamako: "Moshi moshi?"
Minamoto Tamako snapped back to reality, choked for a moment, and tremulously questioned, "R-really?"
Seeing her return to normal, Fushimi Roku breathed a sigh of relief and continued to bluff, "Of course, it’s true."
Minamoto Tamako immediately sensed something was off. Based on her understanding of Mr. Fu Jian, if it were true, he’d usually say ’believe it or not,’ ’take it or leave it’; on the contrary, if Mr. Fu Jian were lying, he would most likely say ’it’s absolutely true,’ ’you have to believe me’...
She narrowed her eyes, realizing that things weren’t that simple.
Famous detective and police chief Lady Tamako’s intelligence kicked in. She sat up straight, stared into Mr. Fu Jian’s eyes, and used the accumulated experience of her Super Cold Reading Skill to seriously inquire, "What exactly did I say back then?"
Fushimi Roku didn’t know where he slipped up, making Minamoto Tamako put on an interrogative stance, catching him off guard, as this nonsense was something he just cooked up on the spot without having time to think through the details.
But at least he’s a man full of social skills. Even in such situations, he can still keep a straight face, smooth-talking nonsense: "At the time, you said ’I can’t speak up unless I’m drunk,’ and then you chugged the shochu bottle..."
"I know that part, skip ahead a bit," Minamoto Tamako interrupted.
"...Then I carried you back to your room and went back to sleep on my own," Fushimi Roku blinked.
"What happened in between? I want to hear the process!" Minamoto Tamako punched the cushion furiously with her little fists.
Fushimi Roku thought to himself that a moment ago you didn’t want to hear no matter what, women really flip on a dime, women’s hearts are like needles at the bottom of the ocean!
"Wasn’t I just trying to save you some face?" He rolled his eyes upward, pretending to recall: "After drinking, you just passed out."
Minamoto Tamako slapped the pillow, ready to accuse Mr. Fu Jian of lying, but then he suddenly changed his tune and continued, "Then in the middle of the night you came to my room for a ’night attack’..."
Minamoto Tamako’s pupils shook, unable to believe it.
Fushimi Roku mixed truth with lies: "Then you crawled into my bed, hugged me tightly, saying you wanted to tell me a big secret... I absolutely did not take advantage of you, I sat properly, asked what the big secret was, and you said you liked me..."
"The exact words?" Minamoto Tamako pressed.
Fushimi Roku wasn’t quite sure, he didn’t know what Minamoto Tamako would say in a confession, he couldn’t even imagine the scene of Minamoto Tamako confessing proactively.
But to avoid showing a flaw, he smoothly responded, "You were drunk, a bit slurred, you said ’I like Mr. Fu Jian the most’..." Saying this, he even imitated the tone of a girl idol meeting: "Like the most~ like the most~~"
Minamoto Tamako almost vomited.
She was in disbelief: "Did I really say that?"
"Possibly a slight tone difference," Fushimi Roku shrugged: "But that’s what you said verbatim."
"And then?" Minamoto Tamako grew more suspicious.
Fushimi Roku was having fun bluffing, just saying these things to Minamoto Tamako gave him a dark thrill, he couldn’t help but continue, "Then I said ’I’ve always thought of you as a good partner’..."
Immediately, he played both roles, turned around and mimicked Minamoto Tamako’s tone: "Then you said ’Actually, I’ve had a crush on you for a long time’..."
"Next, I said ’Huh? I didn’t notice at all’..."
"You said ’Couldn’t you sense my feelings all along?’ "
"I said ’Sorry, I’m a bit dull in this aspect’."
"You said ’It’s fine, I just hope you understand my feelings’."
"I said ’It’s too sudden, can I have some time to think about it’."
"You said ’No way! Not a minute, not a second, not an instant! I want your answer now! I want to hear you say you like me now!’"
"I said ’That’s too capricious, sorry, I refuse!’"
"You said ’Omae, please! I really want to date you!’"
"I said ’But I don’t see any sincerity, I feel like you’re threatening me’."
"So you immediately lay on the bed, kowtowing, loudly saying ’Please, Mr. Fu Jian! Please go out with me!’"
"I couldn’t bear it, I could only nod and agree: ’Yare yare, I really can’t do anything about you...’ "
Minamoto Tamako really wanted to throw up.
She hugged the trash can, dry heaving for a while, but nothing came out, after all, she hadn’t eaten dinner last night, nor had breakfast this morning, her stomach was empty.
Even if given five hundred years, no matter how hard she thought, she couldn’t come up with such a gross dialogue.
...Is it really possible for this to happen?
No, no way, if this kind of thing had really happened, she’d rather hang herself than see Fushimi Roku again.
"I didn’t expect this to happen either," Fushimi Roku sighed with false sincerity, "The old folks often say drunken words are true words, I was afraid you’d spill some little secret while drunk, that’s why I didn’t dare let you drink."
He felt he had already embellished the events of last night quite favorably, if Minamoto Tamako couldn’t even accept this level, then things like bondage play and wooden clip games, mentioning them would just make her faint right on the spot?