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CLOVER Convenience Store.
Akira clicked his tongue repeatedly as he flipped through the freshly printed copy of the Tokyo Daily.
The Shinkansen explosion had triggered chaos not just in Tokyo, but across the entire country.
This wasn't just a matter of making the front page—it dominated the entire newspaper.
Every street and alley in Tokyo was filled with talk about the explosion.
"Damn it!"
"Why the hell did that bomber have to target the Shinkansen?"
"What did they even gain from this?"
No one hated the bomber more than Ran.
After all—
If her dad hadn't been drunk and missed the train, he would've been blown to ashes by now.
That was an undeniable fact.
Because...
According to how things were supposed to go, her dad should've been sitting right in Car No. 2—the one that got obliterated.
"Who knows?"
"I bet the bomber is just some twisted lunatic."
"But hey, don't get too worked up."
"Uncle Mouri is totally fine now, isn't he?"
Sonoko Suzuki's attempt to comfort her made Ran nod slightly.
Yeah, that was true…
But still, after finding out he had narrowly escaped a train that got blown to pieces, her dad had collapsed in pure terror. At this rate, he might develop a full-blown phobia of trains.
"The paper says the explosion was caused by a time bomb."
"Wait, we actually have time bombs floating around here?"
Everyone turned to look at Yui Nakazumi, who had asked the question.
Such a naive woman!
Did she even stop to think about what kind of place Beika Town was?
Forget time bombs—
If someone started shooting up the streets with a machine gun one day, the locals probably wouldn't even be surprised.
"Of course we do."
"How else do you think the Shinkansen just randomly exploded?"
"No idea where the bomber got the time bomb from, though."
"My guess? Bought it from some even bigger scumbag."
"..."
Akira listened to their discussion, and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly.
He might not know the full truth behind this explosion,
But if he had to guess…
That time bomb probably came from him.
Gotta admit—
The bomb packed one hell of a punch.
Apparently, the explosion sent two whole train cars flying. Just looking at the wreckage photos in the paper was enough to confirm that.
Tokyo's transportation authority even announced that the Shinkansen would be suspended for half a month.
To put it simply—
That one bomb shook the entire nation.
Nightfall.
Miyamoto Yumi showed up again.
This woman had sworn in broad daylight that she'd never see him again, but now? Her body had completely betrayed her.
"Ohhh~"
Her head tilted back as she let out a breath of pure bliss.
Miwako?
To hell with her.
At this moment, that woman was the last thing on Yumi's mind.
Right now, she could only be described with one word:
Ecstasy.
"Don't look…"
"Stop staring…"
Yumi tried to cover Akira's eyes with her hands.
She didn't want him to see her completely losing herself like this.
"Hey—"
"Did you hear about the Shinkansen bombing?"
Yumi was the kind of woman whose mouth never stopped moving.
Even at a time like this…
"Mm… Yeah."
"That explosion has the entire city in an uproar."
Akira replied.
"That blast nearly killed me with work."
"Our entire Traffic Division—including the captain—had to rush over to help with the evacuation."
Speaking of that…
Yumi's brows furrowed sharply.
Bullseye again.
She was realizing that Akira's skill was getting even better.
Every single move wasn't just hitting her body—it was shaking her soul.
"Well, coming to me was the right choice then."
"Huh?"
"I'll help you relax."
Yumi's lips twitched slightly.
Every single move wasn't just hitting her body—it was shaking her soul, a cascade of electric shivers
that whispered promises of real pleasure. "Well, coming to me was the right choice then," he
murmured, his voice a low, silken caress against her ear. "Huh?" she breathed, her senses swimming
in a haze of anticipation. "I'll help you relax," he continued, his eyes locking onto hers, a glint of
playful dominance sparking within their depths. Yumi's lips twitched slightly, a flicker of amused
skepticism dancing in her gaze. He began touching her body, his hands tracing the delicate curve of
her spine, the soft swell of her hip. A slow, deliberate exploration, his fingertips lingered, igniting a
trail of goosebumps across her skin. The air crackled with unspoken anticipation as his touch
deepened, a silent conversation unfolding between them.
Yeah, real relaxing.
She could already tell that by tomorrow morning, she probably wouldn't even be able to get out of
bed.
The police's version of the Shinkansen bombing was different from what the general public knew.
After all, they were cops.
From Yumi, Akira learned that investigators had already drawn a conclusion from the crime scene: the TNT time bomb had been placed inside a black briefcase and brought onto the train.
The Violent Crimes Division had already identified three different passengers who had carried
similar black briefcases onto the train via security footage.
The top suspects?
Two men dressed in black trench coats.
Figures.
The bomb that caused the explosion…
It was definitely the one that had passed through his hands.
"Ah… No… I can't…"
"I'm gonna… lose it!"
"..."
Yumi's body trembled violently out of nowhere.
Overcome with emotion—
Her teeth sank into Akira's shoulder.
OMG!
She needed him to move faster than the speed of light right now.
"....."