"Hey! Wait, wait, please be gentle and don't use so much force, okay? Women are going to feel pain, but you don't need to use force to cause pain. Do you understand?
"Can you be gentler, or do you just like this tone? Then I really feel sad for your future wife."
Metropolitan Police Department, Search Section 1, interrogation room.
The glamorous world-class movie queen Chris Binyard had her hands tightly handcuffed to the table. After losing control of her body, she allowed a man in a light green suit to do whatever he wanted with her body. Her flaming red lips said no. Miwako Sato's face turned dark when she heard the coquettishness and complaints.
What's wrong with this woman? Why is she so dramatic?
"First of all, I admit that you do have some capital and charm. But, unfortunately, I think I should tell you the truth. The female celebrity I like is not you."
After releasing his tied hands and patting the visible dust on his hands, Uehara Katsumi lazily sat back on the chair directly opposite Bellmode, crossed his legs and leaned back, rubbing his chin with his index finger and dreaming: " If it's Fujimine Yukiko sitting here and letting me do whatever I want, then I might consider it. Oh no, she should be called Kudo Yukiko now."
"Do you know that it is very impolite to mention the charm of another woman in front of a woman, Mr. Policeman?"
The corners of her charming eyes narrowed slightly, and Belmod looked at the unsightly man in front of her with great interest, completely unfazed by the panic after his true identity was revealed: "Besides, Kudo Yukiko is married. You are ten years older than me. How old is this?"
"How should I put it? I think rich women are pretty good. As long as they take good care of themselves, age is not a problem." The man who held his chin and blinked rubbed his abdomen with one hand: "I was born with bad teeth. The doctor said that I am more suitable for eating. Soft rice."
"Then I can do that too." Belmode crossed her legs in disbelief, and the doctor's white coat now added a bit of uniform tension to her body: "Let me go, think about it? My money is comparable to There are so many Yukiko Kudo.”
boom!
"Sorry, Miss Chris Binyard, this is not the place for your sweet talk. Put it away. Leniency will be given if you confess, strict if you resist."
The cold-faced Miwako Sato slapped the table, which made Katsuki Uehara's brows jump. At the same time, her sharp eyes pierced Bermod's eyes: "What is your ultimate goal? Where is Gin's hiding place? Your organization Where is his den?"
"The ultimate goal is to kill people. I don't know where Gin is hiding. As for the organization's hideout...please, I'm not a three-year-old child. Why should I say such useless things? What can you think of me? need?"
Belmod, who didn't look like a criminal at all, raised his eyebrows and looked at Sato Miwako, with the same arrogance: "And, if I guess correctly, in this situation, the most valuable use is for me not to say anything, right?"
"you--"
"Indeed, you are right about this. Theoretically speaking, our police cannot give you anything."
Katsuki Uehara, whose smile never faded, raised his hand to interrupt his partner's rebuttal. He crossed his arms across his chest and twisted his waist comfortably, saying lazily: "But one thing I hope you don't forget is that the police can I want your life.”….
"In other words, we can kill you." Miwako Sato reacted quickly and immediately took out a revolver from its holster and placed it on the large interrogation table.
"That's optional."
Belmode, who was tied to the chair with ropes all over his body and his hands were separated by handcuffs, said indifferently: "Being killed by you means death, and leaking the organization's secrets means death, so I might as well die in your hands, and it's easier. "
"No no no."
Uehara Katsuki raised his left hand, raised an index finger and waved it in front of his eyes: "You are in the Metropolitan Police Department now. Even if the secret is leaked, no one will know. How can you die?"
In response to this, Belmod just smiled harmlessly: "You don't understand the organization, I don't blame you."
"Since you know each other so well, why don't we talk to each other honestly?
Talk in detail? "
Uehara Katsumi, who was not interested in this statement, sat up straight, crossed his fingers on the table, and leaned his upper body slightly forward: "I am very curious, who gave you the confidence to remain calm even if you were arrested? Sitting here calmly and chatting with me."
Belmode raised his head slightly as if thinking, and after a while he smiled and replied: "How should I put it? It's a secret."
"What a joke!"
Sato Miwako slammed the table, stood up and shouted angrily: "Chris Binyard! Do you know what crime you have committed?!"
"Don't be so excited, Miss Police Officer, why are you so anxious? Is there any important person involved in this case? Let me guess? Your father?"
Belmode grinned: "Oh, I'm sorry I forgot, your father seems to have passed away, so he shouldn't be qualified."
"How did you know about my father? Have you checked on us? Is this a trap against us?" Miwako Sato suddenly became calmer, the anger in her voice was gone, and she turned around so quickly that even Katsumi Uehara looked sideways.
The woman narrowed her eyes slightly and looked at the female police officer in front of her: "Have you ever heard of this sentence, Officer Miwako Sato?"
"What?"
"Asretkes..." Belmod raised his eyes and raised the corners of his mouth: "aonon."
"?"
The unique American accent made Miwako Sato confused for a moment what she meant. Katsumi Uehara, who was sitting next to him and didn't know what he was thinking, took a few more glances.
"Secrets make a woman more feminine, I know this saying."
The man's interpretation caused Sato Miwako to glance at him. The latter was looking up and down at the bound beauty star, wondering what kind of evil idea she was thinking.
"Well, in that case, don't blame me for taking extreme measures, Ms. Chris Binyard."
Uehara Katsuki, who was still thinking, waved to his partner: "Sato, go and tell the public that this interrogation room is temporarily closed to the public. From today on, this will be her cell. I will personally watch over her."
"I see."
Sato Miwako nodded: "Do you want my help?"
"I don't need it as a substitute, but I need it now."
Katsumi Uehara slowly stood up from his position, walked behind Bermod, put a pair of hands on her shoulders and slowly leaned down to the woman's ear and said: "Because I need you to take off her clothes. ”….
——? !
"What?"
"As a master of disguise who can disguise herself with makeup, I doubt if there are any props hidden in her clothes that can help her escape."
Playing with his cold earrings with his fingers, Uehara Katsumi danced on the uncertain minefield of Belmode, smiling harmlessly: "Forget it, I'll do this kind of good thing myself, and be frank with me. It’s the best, right, big star?”
"What if I refuse?"
"Feel sorry."
The man's hand slipped from the woman's shoulder, taking the white coat with him.
Miwako Sato blinked and stood motionless, not knowing what he wanted to do for a moment.
"No need to be surprised. There is no need to talk about moral principles when dealing with such vicious criminals. Sato, you can come with us if you want."
Katsuki Uehara, who spoke like a gangster, leaned forward again, his hands already on the hem of the burgundy turtleneck sweater, and he kept pulling upwards through the rope. The painful friction caused Belmodena to gradually ejaculate. A few flushes appeared on her fair and tender skin.
"Katsumi Uehara!"
Turning his head, Belmod's eyes almost narrowed to a slit, and the angry flames almost burst out.
Katsumi Uehara, who turned a deaf ear to it, even stretched out his hand to take a handful and muttered: "As expected of a big star, he takes good care of himself."
"Go! Hara! Katsu! Ji!"
Seeing that hand skillfully touching his back,
On the underwear straps, Bermod was so angry that he almost wanted to spit out fire: "If you want to trample on my dignity, you can try it!"
Katsuki Uehara, whose fingers were already on the buttons, chuckled, and then raised his hands to show that he had done nothing: "Okay, okay, I'll save some face for you, big star. Leave a little bit of a line in your life so we can meet again in the future."
"..."
Belmode, who seemed to be blushing, glared at the man with a playful smile who didn't look like a policeman at all. He gritted his teeth and looked like he wanted to fight for his life.
"This look...well, it's much more pleasing to the eye."
After picking up all the clothes and pants he had taken off and throwing them to his partner, Katsuki Uehara looked up and down at Belmode, who was left with only a set of rose-red underwear. The next second, he slapped his forehead, reached out and took two earrings from her earlobes. He took it off and said, "OK, it's done. Now I can stay with you without any worries."
Miwako Sato on the side was stunned.
What kind of unique interrogation method is this?
Why does my partner not follow the routine?
"Uehara, you——"
"Don't worry about these details. I learned it from the group next door who are even more gangster than gangsters."
Uehara Katsumi, who pulled up a chair and sat down, waved his hand: "Oh, by the way, Sato, please go and bring me a urinal again. I'm afraid that the big star will not be used to the life of imprisonment here and will need to go to the toilet. .”
"..."
"..."
Belmode's eyes were extremely gloomy: "In so many years, you are the first man who dares to tear off my clothes, Katsumi Uehara."
Uehara Katsumi pouted indifferently, reached out and took out the chewing gum box from his arms: "First time? It's my pleasure."
"You will regret this."
"How should I put it? I never regret, no matter what I do."
The mint fragrance instantly filled his mouth. Uehara Katsumi, who was looking at Belmode's figure with great interest, exclaimed: "You have a good figure. Have you ever considered leaving some photo albums in my phone?"
"You are trying to provoke me and make me lose my mind." Belmode, who was restrained by ropes and handcuffs, looked like a fragile glass.
. .
Dreamless sleep
