"Hey! Wait, wait, trouble lighter, don't push so hard, OK? Women are meant to hurt, but not hard to hurt, understand?

"Can you be gentle, or do you just like the tune? Then I really feel sorry for your future wife."

Metropolitan Police Department, Search Section, Interrogation Room.

The glamorous world-class actress Chris Binyard was handcuffed firmly on the table, and after losing control of his body, he let a man in a pale green suit do whatever he wanted on his body, and there was an indescribable amorous and complaining between his flaming red lips.

What's wrong with this woman, why is she so playful?

"First of all, I admit that you do have a bit of capital and a bit of charisma. But, unfortunately, I think I should tell you the truth, it's not you who I like."

Letting go of the hand that tied the rope and patting the visible dust on his hand, Katsumi Uehara lazily sat back on the chair directly opposite Belmode, leaned back on Jiro's legs, rubbed his chin with his index finger in one hand and fantasized, "If Fujimine Yukiko sits here and lets me do whatever I want, then I can think about it." Oh no, she should be called Yukiko Kudo by now."

"Did you know that it's rude to mention another woman's charm in front of her, Mr. Policeman?"

The corners of the charm's eyes narrowed slightly, and Belmode looked at the unseated man in front of him with great interest, not being seen through the panic behind him: "Moreover, Yukiko Kudo is married. It's okay if you're more than ten years older?"

"Anyway, I think the rich woman is pretty good. As long as it's well maintained, age isn't a problem." The man who held his chin and blinked rubbed his abdomen with one hand: "I was born with bad teeth, and the doctor said that I am more suitable for soft rice."

"Then I can too." Belmode undeniably cocked Erlang's legs, and the doctor's white coat added a bit of uniform-specific tension to her at the moment: "Let me go, think about it?" I have a lot more money than Yukiko Kudo."

Bang!

"I'm sorry, Miss Chris Binyard, but this is not the occasion for you to be clever and put away. Be lenient in confession, and strict in resisting."

Miwako Sato, who had a cold face, slapped the table, shocking Katsumi Uehara's brows, and at the same time, her sharp gaze pierced Belmode's eyes: "What is your ultimate goal? Where is Gin hiding? Where are your organization's dens?"

"The ultimate goal is to kill people, and I don't know where Gin is hiding, as for the organization's den...... Come on, I'm not a three-year-old, so why should I say such a bad thing? What can you give me what I want?"

Belmode, who didn't look like a criminal at all, raised his eyebrows and faced Miwako Sato, and his arrogance was still the same: "And, if I'm not mistaken, in this situation, I don't say that it is the most valuable use, right?"

"You—"

"Indeed, you are not wrong about this, theoretically, we police really can't give you anything." 、

Katsumi Uehara, who had never faded from the smile on his lips, raised his hand to interrupt his partner's rebuttal, crossed his arms around his chest and twisted his waist comfortably, and said lazily, "But there is one thing I hope you don't forget, the police can kill you." ….

"Or rather, we can take your life." Miwako Sato, who reacted quickly, immediately answered, and a revolver was immediately pulled out of her holster and placed on the wide interrogation table.

"That's whatever."

Belmode, who was tied to a chair with ropes all over his body, and his hands were still handcuffed apart, said indifferently: "To be killed by you is death, and to leak organizational secrets is also death, then I might as well die at your hands."

"No, no, no."

Katsumi Uehara raised his left hand, raised an index finger and shook it in front of his eyes: "You are in the Metropolitan Police Department now, even if you leak secrets, no one will know, how can you be dead."

Belmode smiled harmlessly at this, "You don't understand the organization, and I don't blame you."

"Since you know each other so well, why don't we be honest with each other,

Let's talk about it in detail?"

Katsumi Uehara, who was not surprised by this statement, sat up straight, put his hands and ten fingers crossed on the table, and leaned forward slightly with his upper body: "I'm curious, who gave you the confidence to sit here calmly and calmly even if you are arrested."

Belmode raised his head slightly in thought, and after a while, he replied with a smile, "Well, it's a secret."

"What a joke!"

Miwako Sato slammed the table, stood up in an instant, and shouted, "Chris Binyard! Do you know what you've sinned?!"

"Don't get so excited, Miss Officer, why are you in a hurry, 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 for this."

"How do you know my father? Have you checked us? Is this a trap for us?" Miwa Sato, who suddenly became calm, no longer had anger in her voice, and the speed of turning her face made Katsumi Uehara on the side look sideways.

The woman's eyes narrowed slightly, and she looked at the policewoman in front of her slightly, "Have you heard a word, Officer Miwako Sato?"

"What?"

"Asretkes......" Belmode raised his eyes, the corners of his mouth raised, "aonon."

「？」

The unique American accent made Miwako Sato a little unable to react for a while, what did this mean, and Katsumi Uehara, who was sitting on the side and didn't know what he was thinking, took a few more looks.

"I know that secrets make women more feminine."

The man's interpretation made Miwako Sato's eyes glance at him, who was looking up and down at the restrained glamorous star, not knowing what the hell he was thinking.

"Well, in that case, don't blame me for taking extreme measures, Ms. Chris Binyard."

Katsumi Uehara, who was determined, beckoned to his partner: "Sato, go and tell the public that this interrogation room is temporarily closed to the public, and this is her cell from today onwards, and I will take care of her personally."

"I see."

Miwako Sato nodded, "Do you want me to help?"

"I don't need a substitute, but I need it now."

Katsumi Uehara slowly stood up from his position, paced behind Belmode, put a hand on her shoulders, and slowly leaned down to the woman's ear, "Because I need you to take off her clothes." ….

——？！

"What?"

"As a master of disguise and makeup, I doubt she'll have any props hidden in her clothes that could help her escape."

Fingers fiddling with the cold earrings, Katsumi Uehara danced on the uncertain minefield of Belmode, laughing harmlessly: "Forget it, this kind of good thing is better for me to do it myself, *** it's best to be honest with each other, right, big star?"

"What if I refuse?"

"I'm sorry."

The man's hand slipped off the woman's shoulder, along with the white coat.

Miwako Sato blinked, stood motionless, and didn't know what he wanted to do for a moment.

"Don't be surprised, you don't need to talk about morality to deal with such a vicious criminal, Sato, you can come together if you want to."

Between the words, Katsumi Uehara, who was like a hooligan, leaned over again, his hands were already on the hem of the burgundy turtleneck, and he pumped up through the rope, and the pain of friction made Belmode's white and tender skin that gradually *** come out a few flushes.

"Katsumi Uehara!"

With a twist of his head, Belmode's eyes narrowed almost into a slit, and the flames of anger almost burst out.

Katsumi Uehara, who was deaf, even reached up and grabbed a handful, and there were words in his mouth: "It is worthy of being a big star, and the maintenance is good."

"Up! Original! Gram! F!"

I saw that the hand had skillfully touched my back

On the strap of his underwear, Belmode was almost angry and wanted to breathe fire: "If you want to trample on my dignity, you can try it!"

Katsumi Uehara, whose fingers were already on the button, chuckled, and then raised his hands to show that he hadn't done anything: "OK, OK, I'll save you some face, big star." Be a man and leave a line, and we will see each other in the future."

「……」

Belmode, who seemed to have a flushed face, glared at the hippie man with a smile on his face and no policeman, his teeth clenched, and he looked desperate to fight for his life.

"This way...... Well, it's a lot more eye-catching."

Katsumi Uehara, who picked up all the clothes and pants he took off and threw them to his partner, looked Belmode up and down with only a set of rose-colored underwear left on his body, slapped his forehead in the next second, and reached out to take off the two earrings from her earlobes: "Okay, it's done, now I can stay with you with peace of mind."

Miwako Sato, who was on the side, was dumbfounded.

What is this unique method of interrogation?

Why doesn't your partner mess around according to the routine?

"Uehara, you—"

"Don't worry about these details, I learned from the gangsters next door who are more gangsters than gangsters."

Katsumi Uehara, who pulled over the chair and sat down, waved his hand: "Oh yes, please Sato, go and help me get a urinal again, I'm afraid that this big star won't be used to living in prison here, and he will have to go to the toilet."

「……」

「……」

Belmode's eyes were extremely gloomy: "In so many years, you are the first man who dares to tear my clothes, Katsumi Uehara."

Katsumi Uehara pouted indifferently and reached out to take out the gum box from his arms: "First time? It's my pleasure."

"You'll regret it."

"Well, I'm a person who never regrets it, no matter what I've done."

The mint fragrance filled his mouth for a moment, and Katsumi Uehara, who was looking at Belmode's figure with great interest, was amazed: "Good figure, have you considered leaving some photo albums in my phone?"

"You're trying to provoke me and make me lose my mind." Bound by ropes and handcuffs, Belmode looks like a fragile glass with a fragile beauty.

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Sleepless dreams