Tokyo: From Lawless Madpolice to Minister
Chapter 640 - 524: You Must Pay Back What You Owe Sooner or Later, Three Phone Calls

Chapter 640: Chapter 524: You Must Pay Back What You Owe Sooner or Later, Three Phone Calls

Time rewound to just before the evening news began.

Fujino Norihiko was attending a dinner party, where the host had sought a favor from him. He sat at the head of the table, basking in the compliments of those around him, toasting and laughing without cease.

"Minister Fujino, let me toast to you once more."

"No more for me, I need to take a leak. You guys keep drinking." A flushed Fujino Norihiko waved his hand, put down his glass, and, bracing himself on the table, shakily stood up, his footsteps unsteady as if he might collapse at any moment.

Even as a soldier tested by alcohol, he was done for.

A young woman brought in to keep them company quickly giggled and supported him, "Minister Fujino, you’ve really had a bit too much. Let me accompany you, to hold it for you, in case you accidentally pee crooked."

"Ha ha ha ha ha..."

Everyone else burst into laughter.

"I won’t pee crooked, because I’m planning to pee in your mouth," Fujino Norihiko said while touching the woman’s face.

The woman gave him an irritated but flirting glance, "Minister, stop joking around, let’s hurry up. If you hold it too long and wet your pants, it would be a blow to your image."

After her words, she helped Fujino Norihiko to walk out but then realized he was still not moving.

"Minister?" The woman looked puzzled.

"Where do you think you’re going!" Fujino Norihiko brutally grabbed her hair and yanked her back, smiling coldly, "I said I’m going to pee in your mouth. Kneel down, tilt your head back, open wide."

Seeing that something seemed off, the other guests at the table quickly stifled their laughter, exchanging glances.

"Ah! Minister Fujino, let go, you’re hurting me," the woman cried out in pain, her delicate features contorted, tilting her head towards Fujino Norihiko to lessen the pain, and from the corner of her eye she saw he wasn’t joking. Fear crept into her heart, and she forced a stiff smile, "Minister, don’t joke like this. I will take you to the bathroom right now. Please let go of me."

"You are the toilet. A public one," Fujino Norihiko said expressionlessly, "Kneel down, open your mouth, and take it."

As he spoke, he let go of the woman’s hair and carelessly started undoing his belt.

"Minister..." The woman was panicked, looking with pleading eyes towards the other people in the room.

The middle-aged man who had organized the party saw this and bit the bullet, trying to smooth things over, "Minister Fujino is drunk..."

"Slap!" Fujino Norihiko backhanded him across the face, looked down at him arrogantly, and said, "Is it for you to say if I’m drunk or not? Are you asking me for a favor, or is it the other way round? If you don’t let me have my fun, I won’t only not help you, I’ll screw you over."

The rest of the guests in the private room kept their heads down, trembling with fear that they would become collateral damage.

After being slapped, the middle-aged organizer turned an alternating shade of blue and white and didn’t dare stop Fujino Norihiko any further, sheepishly returning to his seat.

"Don’t understand? Kneel down, open your mouth!" Fujino Norihiko turned back and roared at the hostess.

The hostess’s eyes brimmed with tears, her face begging for mercy as she shook her head, "Minister, I was wrong, I shouldn’t have joked with you, I spoke without thinking because I had been drinking, please don’t hold it against me, please forgive me..."

Fujino Norihiko just stared at her, expressionless.

"Wailing—" The woman cried out in humiliation and despair, slowly kneeling down, her body trembling as she lifted her head, moistened her lips, and opened her tender mouth, closing her eyes, waiting to be humiliated.

Fujino Norihiko, regardless of the setting and in full view of the many onlookers, pulled out his ’tool’ and aimed it at the hostess, starting to pee. The yellowish urine poured into the woman’s mouth; streamed over her face, mixing with her tears.

Not just the other women in attendance, but even the men present found the sight unbearable.

"Ha ha ha ha ha!" Fujino Norihiko laughed wildly while urinating, "Don’t dodge! Do you want to die?"

It was only a matter of seconds, but to the hostess, it felt as long as a century before the stream finally stopped. She slowly opened her eyes, only to be caught off guard as Fujino Norihiko grabbed her hair and dragged her over, and she complied swallowing and spitting.

"Ah! Hiss~" Fujino Norihiko, immensely satisfied both mentally and physically, took a breath of cool air and without looking back, said, "Keep drinking, don’t mind me."

Everyone looked at each other, in such a situation, how could they continue to drink or eat? They all stayed silent.

The once laughter-filled and lively private room fell into eerie silence, punctuated only by occasional slurping noises. Fujino Norihiko saw that the evening news was about to start and casually ordered someone to turn on the TV.

But the content of the evening news was like a bolt from the blue, leaving him standing there dumbstruck. Shock and suspicion also spread among the others watching him.

"Damn it! That bitch!" once Fujino Norihiko came to his senses, he realized that he had been played by Ozawa Youko. With bloodshot eyes and uncontrollable anger, he cursed.

The next second, he pulled himself up, kicked the woman in front of him who was left with an expression of panic, hastily doing up his belt as he quickly made his way toward the door of the private room.

"Bang!"

Just as he reached the door, a wine glass flew and shattered on his head, breaking into pieces.

Fujino Norihiko violently turned around, "Who was that!"

"Me!" The woman he had just humiliated answered with red eyes, then, without waiting for a reaction, grabbed a wine bottle and charged at him, "I’m going to kill you!"

"Fuck off!" Fujino Norihiko kicked her away, sending her flying several meters, "You looking for death?!"

"Sisters, beat him up!" Led by one of the hostesses, the others armed themselves and charged forward.