"Yohan..." Minji stepped back into the office and handed him a file. "Are you sure this is all you want?"
Yohan rose from his seat, a faint grin tugging at his lips as he took it.
"Yes. This is perfect."
He slid the docunt open. At the top—Izumi’s photo.
"Thanks."
Minji smiled, a hint of pride in her expression, "You’re welco. But seriously... What’s so special about this girl that you had running to another departnt just for her file?"
Yohan let out a short, awkward laugh. "It’s nothing."
"Mm. Police business?" she said, already nodding to herself. "I get it. And... I’m sorry for doubting you before. I shouldn’t have—"
"Minji," he cut in gently, resting his hands on her shoulders. "I already said it’s fine."
She hesitated, then nodded. "Okay... then co over tonight. I’ll cook for you."
Yohan raised a brow. "What about your husband? Last ti I checked, that was a problem."
Minji rolled her eyes, though a faint blush crept onto her face. "Don’t start. You know why I said that. And I only offered to cook, nothing else, so stop thinking dirty things."
Yohan chuckled. "Relax, I’m joking."
He gave her a small, knowing smile.
"I’ll be there. Just make sure sothing sweet is on the nu." he gave her ass a light tap.
As she watched him leave, Minji felt sothing flutter in her chest. It wasn’t simple admiration anymore.
She was drawn to him, the way he joked around and still managed to hold a serious conversation was nothing like kids his age. It left her feeling light, almost giddy. Like a college girl caught in sothing sweet and careless.
A small tingle in her pussy made her press her legs together. She was already looking forward to see him again.
Yohan took the file to a secured classroom before pulling it out.
It was the school’s official file on Izumi, her na here was completely different, so he figured everything else was also fake.
’But how was sothing like this possible?’ he wondered.
To get admitted into a college you would need to provide legal docunts like a birth certificate. There’s no way anyone would consider submitting forged docunts that could even get them arrested.
"Knowing who her grandfather is, it definitely wouldn’t be difficult to do all that," he sighed.
But by doing so he had automatically included Izumi in his cris. If any of this was to co out she would also be punished by the law.
"Well, it’s not like any of it is actually my business. I just wish there was sothing useful in here..."
Unfortunately it was another dead end.
Even if Jenna had promised to help, she was far too scared to actually do anything since Hatoru had her family and now that Izumi had found out his true goal, it was pointless trying to use her to get closer to the man.
He was in desperate need sothing new,
"Sothing that would bring right in front of the old bastard, so I can rip his head off,"
He had dragged out his revenge in hopes that Jenna or sothing would eventually assist him, but now he was tired of waiting.
He was ready to bring his parents’ killer to justice, even if he had to end him with his own hands.
"Yohan?" The door pushed open.
"Chloe... How have you been?"
"Not so well. How about you, I have not been seeing you around,"
"Oh, prof. Kim gave so ti off so I decided to just take a short vacation. Why are you asking, did you miss ?"
"Why would I miss you?" She folded her hands defensively. "I have far better things to do. I thought you had gone back to living your normal life in your small kingdom,"
"Why would I do that and leave you here all alone, who would protect you then?"
"Stop trying to flirt with ..."
"I’m not even trying, aren’t you the one who followed in here,"
"I didn’t follow you, it’s just that I spotted you coming out of prof. Kim’s office..."
"And... Lisa actually ntioned so things to ..."
"Oh, she did?" Yohan imdiately knew where this conversation was heading, "You both must have gotten really close, if you talking about deep secrets,"
"What exactly is your relationship with prof. Kim? Are you actually sleeping with her?"
"Why do you want to answer that?" he shot back.
"Why not, aren’t we friends?"
"If I tell you, you are just going to throw a tantrum about it,"
"Wait! That ans it actually did happen?" Her eyes widened in shock.
"You can get mad if you’d like but we starting seeing each other since before we got back together,"
"Wow," she said, "I think I’m more impressed than even concerned,"
"What do you an by that?" Yohan felt like he was being labeled like so kind of Playboy
"Even the ice witch fell for your deception,"
"Is that poetry?" He chuckled,
"Laugh all you want but at least I’m smarter now, I’m not letting you anywhere close to ,"
"Are you sure about that?" Yohan moved closer to her and held her waist.
"Let go of ," she looked at him defiantly.
"I thought you enjoyed it when I touched you, or don’t you at least miss my sweet massages,"
"That’s not fair, you can’t talk about the massage right now,"
He pulled her closer into his arms, his touch gentle yet deliberate as his hands traced along her body. A warm, liberating sensation washed over her, and she instinctively buried her face against his chest.
From her hand to her neck, back, head, everywhere received deep tissue treatnt. Only cute groans and moans filled the room, she couldn’t even bring herself to end it.
"Ahn... Yohan..." He held her close to his chest, compressing her body in a way that made her feel weightless and lightheaded.
There wasn’t any need for anything fancy like oil or even a table. He made her feel like she was floating through the sky using just his bare hands
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