Never Not

Never Not
Ch. 56: Rai Seduced?


"Listen first! We were watching together while trying the audio quality I just bought. But, it seems like Yuriko-chan is too exhausted to fall asleep. I don't wake her up, and I can't let her just sit on the couch. So I just put him in my room" Shohei explained quickly.


"Sugoi! Your servant fell asleep and as an employer you instead woke him up, but instead took him into your room. You're missing good!" Rai clucked in awe, though in fact he was worried that Shohei's kindness would be misinterpreted by Yuriko. "As a fellow man, I don't really care about that. But, if others were to see it would cause misunderstandings. Especially if your boyfriend finds out, you'll be considered cheating!"


"A–what?!" Shohei nodded for a moment. "Maybe I will turn away from my beloved." He defended himself, but soon fell silent.


"Then, let me take care of Yuriko. I'll be right to your apartment." Rai closed the conversation and immediately rushed to hail a taxi to get to the Shohei residence quickly.


Shohei walked out of the study to his room. He opened the room door slightly, peeking at Yuriko who was sleeping on the bed that was supposed to be occupied by herself and Seina.


Almost an hour passed and Rai had just arrived at Shohei's apartment.


"Yuri-yuri! Yum-chan!" call Rai while gently patting the girl's cheek.


"Hhhhhhhhh ...." In her speech, Yuriko was only delirious while brushed aside Rai's hand. Then he drowned again in his sleep.


Rai shook his head slowly as he ruffled his waist. "I just saw someone sleeping like a corpse."


"Maybe he's very tired. This day he cleaned and lifted some large furniture all by himself" said Shohei.


Rai directly carried Yuriko to the back of her back. "Yes, we're home first!"


"It's late at night. Wear my car!" shohei said as he handed over the car keys.


"Arigato."


"Ett .. wait a minute!" Shohei held Rai back when the man was about to leave. He took out a thick coat and placed it behind Yuriko's back. "It's very cold outside" said Shohei, who finished wrapping Yuriko's body in his coat.


Rai who was carrying Yuriko, could only be silent while nodding. He left and took the girl who lived next to him.


Rai sat Yuriko carefully in the driver's side seat. When he was about to start the car engine, he turned to the side for a moment.


"You really bothered me. Come to think of it, why am I tired of coming here to pick you up?" rai was complaining. However, his eyes were sidetracked on Shohei's coat attached to Yuriko's body. Her brain reflexively flushed back the scene as Shohei wrapped the coat on Yuriko's body with a caring face.


Apparently, he realized that there was a worry in him. Either because of Yuriko being with Shohei too often, or because of Shohei's concern for the girl.


Rai turned his face aside and said to Yuriko who was fast asleep, "Look good, that Shohei-kun is indeed very good. He's kind to everyone, including you and me. Not just you, so don't misunderstand me!"


After arriving at their apartment, Rai entered while still holding Yuriko. Ever since he knew the girl, he had taken her twice like this. The first was while heavily drunk, and now while sleeping soundly. He retrieves the apartment key stored in Yuriko's bag. Pushing the door with his feet, he entered the room where the girl laid him on the bed.


His attention was distracted at Yuriko's closed eyes. It turned out that he had just realized that the girl had a pair of thick and long eyelashes. In everyday life, Yuriko does not pay attention to her appearance. He does not like to dress up and tends to like to wear casual clothes, but if carefully considered, the girl has a natural beautiful face. His peaceful face at this time, made Rai feel happy until he was unconscious that his lips developed a smile.


Quiet for a while, Rai instead extended her hand to reveal a few strands of hair that covered the face of the girl who was seven years younger than him. Whether there was any wind, he lowered his head and brought his face closer towards Yuriko. His burly fingers gently caressed the girl's face. Then descend down the neck area and stop at the collar of his shirt. With no expression, he began to unbutton Yuriko's kameja.


The first button came off perfectly. His fingers moved slowly, again releasing the second button so that Yuriko's chest began to appear in front of him. His fingers descended down slowly, preparing to unbutton three. However, just about to get rid of it, suddenly Rai's hand stopped moving. He stayed for a long time, remembering his past. He used to give his body to every girl he wanted, but never gave his heart to them. Because he has someone he loves very much and makes him do everything. The reply he got was a cruel betrayal.


Not wanting to remember his old self, he immediately buttoned Yuriko's kameja that had opened.


"It turns out I can't do this to you. Can not do it," said Rai accompanied by a heavy grunt, then turned and decided to leave even though his morbid soul had been turbulent.


Shohei tries to figure out the identity of the current interlocutor of master Yoshuke. Unfortunately, someone without a name is hard to trace. IP address is not detected.


Who is chatting with Yoshuke? And what's the connection between them and Mr Matsumoto?


Shohei squinted one eye with a view still stuck on the computer screen.



Two days passed so quickly that it did not feel like the weekend had arrived. By evening, Seina decided to take a bath and soak in the bathtub. Her face looked happy, as tonight was her date schedule with Shohei. Moreover, Shohei also promised to introduce his best friend.


While busy smoothing foam all over his body, suddenly the phone he put next to the bathub sounded the notification of incoming messages.


Seina looked back while extending her hand trying to grab the phone. He opened a message that turned out to be from Shohei.


Shohei-kun.^^^


Seina-chan, maybe my friend and I will be late. Stay tuned for us at Tembo Skytree gallery.^^^


After sending a message to Seina, Shohei walked up the stairs in a deserted building. At first glance, he recalled the conversation between master Yoshuke and someone where they mentioned the name of master matsumoto—ayah Seina.


In a meeting room, officials belonging to the Tokyo Olympic organizing committee gathered for the meeting. All of the officials were sitting tight as the sports minister entered the room to preside over the meeting. Mr. Yoshuke, sitting on his back to the projector screen, asked his personal secretary to open the file that would be shown to the sports minister.


"Mina-san, this is the Tokyo Olympics opening ceremony that we have designed. Some Japanese actors and actresses who will carry torches can also be seen on the screen. If anyone wants to complain, or propose something, we allow a voice" said Mr. Yoshuke who stood up and bowed politely.


However, he frowned in confusion when he saw the aghast expression that was clearly imprinted on the faces of the people.


"Mr Yoshuke Tsuno, what is this?!" The sports minister immediately stood up while throwing questions with a high tone.


Not understanding, Mr. Yoshuke and his personal secretary immediately turned to the projector screen. They were stunned when they saw the screen display now was a long message containing a secret conversation between himself and someone, related to the accident that befell Furukawa Rika.


Panicked, master Yoshuke instructed his secretary to immediately replace the slide that appeared on the screen. His personal secretary immediately fiddled with the laptop trying to close the image that appeared.


"It's terrible, Sir. It seems like your laptop has been controlled by someone from out there" whispered this secretary in a nervous tone.


"What do you mean?" asked mister Yoshuke in a tone no less frightened.


"Mr Yoshuke, quickly explain all this!" the sports minister's fury followed the calls of several other high-ranking officials.


Just about to make a sound, suddenly the screen darkened, and soon appeared the writing "Black Shadow Comeback".


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