My undercover organization eats jujube pills

I began to look at the girl with long blond hair and beautiful gray pupils... the guy with my covert eyes.

This waist and these legs don't look like a boy at all?

Although the chest is flat, it is impossible to see whether his Adam's apple is obvious from that angle. The only thing that can be seen is that the male's leg muscles are well modified by the black thigh socks.

Osamu Dazai is really amazing, you can see it...

I complimented him: "Mr. Dazai is really a god."

"Pfft." Osamu Dazai laughed softly, "Just observe carefully, this kind of thing can be easily seen."

The boy's hand wrapped in a white bandage pinched my wrist, groping every knuckle of my fingers inch by inch.

Dazai Osamu's body temperature was not high, and the temperature of his fingertips was also low, like a golden/silk/finch that just woke up from a sleeping and quiet crystal coffin.

For a moment, I was bewitched by the slight smile on his face, which was extremely impactful when zoomed in at close range.

With just such a daze, his fingers gently squeezed in between my fingers, and interlocked with mine.

This distance is so close that I can clearly see his slightly drooping eyelashes and slightly curved light-colored lips.

The warm breath fell on my cheeks, and I could smell the light mint scent belonging to Osamu Dazai.

The slightly cold temperature of his palm penetrated into my body through the close skin, the coldness from Dazai Osamu and the scorching heat from interlocking fingers surged in the veins of my body together, even the air became hot and sticky Tired, with unknown emotions slowly flowing in the air.

"Look, the palms and knuckles of men are much bigger than those of women."

The iris color of the teenager's pupils is an extremely beautiful iris color, which is a fascinating inherent color extracted from mellow coffee.

There are no crushed stars in his eyes, dark and silent, they are the most beautiful treasures in the dark river slowly rising in the silent place, luring passers-by to sink and degenerate unknowingly.

I gasp for breath.

"it is good!"

"Then this is the end of Dazai-sensei's small lecture for today."

Osamu Dazai immediately resumed that extremely unscrupulous tone, and let go of my hand easily.

I suddenly came back to my senses—it’s not good, I would actually be tempted by the beauty of a scumbag like Dazai, it’s simply too resolute... No, I can’t just be so easy Bring it!

"There is no such strange teaching method as yours!" I snapped Dazai Osamu's hand, "This is obviously sex/harassment/harassment."

"Mr. Dazai is such a piece of rubbish that he actually attacked a 14-year-old underage girl."

"Beautiful girls may be able to get involved, but I will not start with a flat-chested girl who has not developed."

"what!"

I was blind, and when I wanted to refute him, I suddenly thought of something else——When the man in women's clothing came in, he put his hands in his pockets. Could it be that Osamu Dazai is a clairvoyant?Can you still see hands through other people's clothes?

To sum up, I was deceived by Osamu Dazai, the black mud monster.

"...Mr. Dazai, you are lying to me, right?" I turned my eyes to Dazai Osamu quietly, "His hands are not exposed at all, no matter how you think about it, it is impossible to tell that person is a man through his hands."

"Ah, Yayoi, you finally found out." Dazai Osamu didn't feel ashamed to be found out at all, "Actually, I've seen this person's profile."

"He is the killer from Bodo, Lin Xianming."

I frowned, "Is this a Chinese name?"

"Ah, I know this person." Ango Sakaguchi finally remembered when he heard the Chinese name, "Is that the case? The transaction party is two-faced, playing the port mafia and the underground forces in Hong Kong at the same time. They sent killers to take revenge."

"That's right." Dazai Osamu smiled, "The target is very feminine, so I sent such a man who is prettier than girls."

"Ah, by the way, this task was given to Chuya by the leader."

"Ah... Chuya's women's clothing,"

He showed a childish look as if he got a new toy.

"I'm very, very looking forward to it."

……

For a moment, I immediately felt sad for Mr. Nakahara Nakaya who was cheated.

It's too tragic, it's a human tragedy.Mr. Nakahara Nakaya is really full of misfortune to have such a colleague at the booth.

"Ah, Mr. Bartender," Osamu Dazai raised his hand, "Is there any detergent? Can I have a drink, please?"

"It's not on the wine list." The bartender was unmoved, and put the adjusted Margaux red wine on the table in front of me.

I took a sip, and the taste of Margaux is authentic and full-bodied wine. The strange thing is that the taste of alcohol is not heavy. The reddish liquid is filled with a faint fruity aroma, which neutralizes the slightly bitter taste of the wine.

"Yayoi gives people the feeling,"

Dazai smiled.

"Like this glass of wine—Margaux."

***

In order to retaliate against Osamu Dazai for scaring me with his last words that day, I decided to give him a small cake I made myself.

What I said to Osamu Dazai was like this - "Actually, I am very good at cooking, why don't I make a snack for Mr. Dazai tomorrow."

I'm not lying.

It’s not a lie to be good at cooking. Since someone can be good at cooking delicious food, then there’s nothing wrong with me being good at dark cooking, right?

In order to show my sincerity, I also specially found a small card with a very girlish heart, and wrote my message on it——

Be careful, please accept~

from. Yayoi Amuro

Because men of this age probably don’t like sweet and creamy cakes very much, in order to trick Dazai into eating them for me, I specially added a little cream and filled the inside of the cake with canned crab meat.

Since he likes to eat canned crab meat, I'll let him have a good time.

However, I don't know at this moment that Osamu Dazai, a scumbag who has never been seen before or since, gave the dishes I made by myself to Chuya Nakahara.

Fuck, I want to fuck him :)

On the second day of working in the port mafia, what I did was not a job with mafia characteristics such as fighting and killing, but writing a report.

Yes, that is to write the two reports yesterday, which add up to [-] words.

If I tell someone in the future that I used to work in the port mafia, and the other party asks me what I did in the mafia, and I answer that I sit in an office to write a report, wouldn’t it make people laugh to death?How can there be a mafia who sits in an office and writes reports?Isn't this equivalent to hiring the number one killer to wash clothes and cook for your own home!

Fortunately, I have been writing research reports for Dr. Yagizawa who has been fishing for many years in the laboratory, and I am quite handy in how to write tens of thousands of words.

It's not me, Yagi Yayoi, I am the number one water king in the Heisei era.

In fact, it took me less than three hours to complete these two word-filled reports, and when I delivered the reports to Osamu Dazai's desk, I made a vague statement. dissatisfied.

"Mr. Dazai, did you ask me to join the Port Mafia because you wanted me to write the report?"

Osamu Dazai glanced at the report I submitted, and seemed quite satisfied with my ability to count words.He flipped through two pages before raising his head: "Can you explain Yayoi's supernatural power to me in detail?"

Fortunately, I have already made a character set for myself.

"My superpower is called, Walking in the Dark."

I thought about it and considered the language of organization.

"I can use my supernatural ability to attach abilities to objects to shorten or distance a certain distance. It is also an ability that is very suitable for using hidden weapons... I can shorten the distance that the weapon will travel, and let it move in the shortest possible time. Hit the target."

This is what I decided after careful consideration.

According to this line of thinking, if there are no problems, I should also be positioned as an "assassin".And the super powers I possess can completely accelerate the acceleration in an instant, making the weapons I use look like they have activated supernatural powers.

"Ah, it's indeed a very suitable ability to do some shady jobs." He sighed.

Me: "...you are joking, the mafia is not a glamorous profession."

Dazai Osamu gave me a mysterious smile: "Since Yayoi is so impatient to move her body, then Chuya's mission is up to you to reinforce."

"..." I slowly said, "???"

"Although Hong Kong has also sent killers, if we offend the port mafia, we have to take revenge ourselves." Osamu Dazai smiled happily, "What's more, this is still in Yokohama, on the territory of the port mafia .”

"The target's 'goods' seems to have some secrets, so the leader wants to get that thing."

"Then, good luck to you, Yayoi."

"Thank you..." I felt suffocated, "You really don't like me."

"Huh? No, I really like you, Yayoi."

***

The target of the mission was actually a rather elegant-looking middle-aged man with hoarfrost on his temples and wearing elegant gold-rimmed glasses.

Looking at it this way, I really can't tell that this person is actually a hungry ghost who likes to play for several times. From a petite girl to a mature woman, she is really old and strong, and she can't look like a person.

This incident fully shows that most good-looking people are scum—for example, Osamu Dazai.

This person probably also knows that he has offended two major underground forces at the same time, and will be very strict about his own life. Bodyguards for people with supernatural abilities are free, let alone bodyguards for ordinary people, as many as there are.

In this case, although Zhongya Zhongya and his tyrannical superpowers can break through forcibly, but that would make too much noise, and the well-prepared mission target might not be able to run faster than anyone else.

Even if Zhong Yuanzhong is not very willing, it is estimated that he can only change into women's clothing and bear the humiliation to approach the perverted mission target.

I?

I was in charge of playing Nakahara Chuya's cute little touch, it is said that the target likes Shuangfei sisters :)

I don't know where Zhong Yuan Zhong also found the channel. Anyway, when I saw him, he...

To tell the truth, he is really a peerless beautiful girl when he dresses up. He wears a cute skirt, and the slim cut outlines the slender waist of the boy, and his calves are straight and slender.Wearing such a girly dress, his eyes are very contrasting and cute, and he looks quite cold.

However, this is all an illusion.

Because I saw Zhong Yuanzhong also under the cover of long ocher hair, quietly red ears and slender fingers pinching the corner of the skirt uneasily.

"Mr. Nakaya looks like the eldest lady of a rich family."

"What nonsense are you talking about?!"

His face flushed instantly, and even his slender and fair neck was flushed with a faint crimson.

I clutched my chest, feeling that I was so cute that I couldn't breathe well.

Ah, this is really foul, and it's too cute.

The author has something to say: I don’t know if you can feel it, but I’ve tried my best to make Dazai’s writing a bit more... It’s so hard for him to write woo woo woo

Countdown to one party coming online

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Chuya: Although the cake is hard to eat, I’ll try my best so please forgive her

Yayoi: Rashi Dazai, sooner or later I will kill him