Tokyo Agent: Starting with Picking Up a Problem Girl

Chapter 19 Time Bomb

The host club members stood ramrod straight in front of Kato Inu.

The air was thick with the concentrated scent of hairspray, cologne, and some kind of masculine hormones.

Kato Inu seemed to enjoy the training.

While explaining the rules for receiving the Queen, he would frequently assert his sovereignty.

"Tonight, the private rooms in Section B are a no-fly zone."

"If anyone tries to get attention by disregarding the rules and crowding around, or if their wandering eyes spoil her fun..."

He snorted and poked Nakajima Hiroshi's chest with his fingertip.

"No need to wait until tomorrow, I'll take you down right here and now!"

This isn't specifically targeting Nakajima Hiroshi; it's mainly because he's a newcomer.

While the other male escorts in the shop may not be comparable to Kato Inu, they still see each other frequently and are not suitable as tools for showing off.

Of course, they all experienced similar things to some extent during their early years.

Misaki Tachibana did not stop her.

In this industry, performance is king. If you can't even swallow this little bit of grievance, you'd better leave as soon as possible.

Nakajima Hiroshi remained expressionless, merely nodding slightly to indicate that he understood.

As a newcomer, I have no reason to clash with the top performer in the store.

As mentioned earlier, the service industry presents its best side to customers, making the workplace relationships behind the scenes more fragile, and it's quite normal for them to become distorted and abnormal.

The buttons on Kato Inu's cuffs are all printed with the title bestowed upon him by the Queen.

It seems that this top spot is earned through dignity.

Sudden.

"Kato-kun, you're here!"

The manager's hushed voice came from the doorway.

In an instant, the atmosphere backstage became tense and tense.

"it is good."

Kato Inu instantly put on an impeccable smile and strode out to greet him.

Two waiters eagerly opened the door, and the spotlights, deliberately adjusted, softly illuminated the path to the entrance.

All eyes were on the Queen as she walked slowly towards the room.

Before Nakajima Hiroshi could even make out the other person's figure, his pupils contracted.

Because the familiar system panel popped up.

Name: Onodera Mizuki

Height: 165cm...

"..."

"...Experience count: 231"

Mitsuki Onodera! ?

At this moment, she was completely different from the girl in the pink dress during the day.

Wearing a well-tailored red leather jacket with a fishbone cinched waist, she accentuated her striking figure.

Her high-heeled, sharp over-the-knee boots accentuated her imposing presence.

Her long hair was neatly tied up at the back of her head.

His face no longer wore the energetic smile of an idol, but instead had a condescending indifference.

Without the system, even someone who had only met Nakajima Hiro once would never be able to recognize that they were the same person.

Despite her assertive appearance, Mizuki clearly showed signs of fatigue.

She didn't even look at the neatly bowing crowd on both sides; she simply raised her hand, clad in a black lace glove, and gently placed it on Kato Inu's arm.

"Is the venue all ready?"

She parted her red lips slightly.

Kato immediately bowed and said, "Yes! Your private room is ready, and it will be absolutely quiet."

As the title queen here, Mizuki has her own independent space.

According to her needs, she wanted a one-way window with good sound insulation and a wide view, and most importantly, no surveillance, so she could indulge her desires without restraint.

Of course, the expenses are also quite staggering.

No wonder Meiyue didn't care about the base salary during the interview. It turns out she was not only confident, but more importantly, she was already very rich.

but……

Why would she come to my small firm?

To be able to secure a sponsorship in a place like this, she must be incredibly wealthy, and her own circumstances are certainly not bad.

Even if someone truly dreams of debuting, they should choose a large, well-resourced agency. Seeing their own 20-square-meter recruitment space, they should turn around and leave immediately.

This is not normal.

Nakajima Hiroshi pondered for a moment, then looked up with the crowd.

However, at that very moment, he met Onodera Mizuki's nonchalant gaze.

Upon seeing Nakajima Hiroshi, her movements visibly stiffened.

But he quickly disguised it as surveying his surroundings and subtly concealed it.

However, with perfect pitch, no matter how cleverly Mizuki concealed it, the pause in her high heels still reached Nakajima Hiro's ears.

There is no doubt that the other party does not want to acknowledge the relationship.

This is normal. The entertainment industry is incredibly stressful, and many people have ways to vent their frustrations in private. This is an open secret in the industry.

But if two people who had interviewed before bump into each other here, they will inevitably care to some extent.

Mizuki's appearance has changed a lot, but he himself hasn't. If Mizuki still remembers him, she would recognize him at a glance.

Ok……

The best course of action right now is to play dumb and act as if nothing happened.

Mizuki paused for a moment, then, surrounded by Kato and a group of attendants, disappeared at the end of the corridor like a queen on a procession.

"Those who have been assigned to accompany guests today, please guide them away from Area B. No one is allowed to disturb them without permission."

"The rest of you, follow me and stand by."

It's Tachibana Misaki.

Even as the boss, she has to step in and play a supporting role when the sponsored guest makes an appearance.

Right now, Kato Inu is the supreme commander in the shop...

Oh, right, besides Mizuki.

Inside the private room.

Kato Inu knelt on the soft carpet, his posture humble like that of a slave.

Mizuki Onodera sank into the large leather sofa, her beautiful legs, encased in leather pants, naturally draped over the shoulders of the top star, her boots even brushing against his cheek.

But Kato showed no sign of backing down, as if the burden on his shoulders was not a humiliation, but a gift from his master.

"Alcohol."

Mizuki didn't even look at him; she was looking down at her phone screen, seemingly checking her schedule.

Even when she comes to a place like this for fun, she still has to take care of the artists' affairs first.

"Yes, this is your favorite year."

Kato lowered his head and presented the crystal glass with both hands.

He wasn't even allowed to lift his head until Mizuki gave permission.

Mizuki took a sip and then casually set it aside without giving any further instructions.

She felt uneasy after seeing Nakajima Hiroshi.

For celebrities, going to such places to have fun is not a problem; at most, it's a way to relieve stress under pressure.

But the other party is someone in the industry, and the agency is not large. It's uncertain whether they are knowledgeable or whether they will cause trouble for me.

If he doesn't know his limits and speaks recklessly, he will eventually become a ticking time bomb.

Kato, who had served Mizuki for a long time, was quite familiar with even her breathing rhythm.

The Queen is currently facing some troubles.

"I don't know..."

"Shut up."

Clearly, Mizuki had no intention of sharing with him.

Kato was quite sensible and obediently shut up.

After much hesitation, Mizuki decided to talk to Hiroshi Nakajima.

At least take precautions, or pay someone to keep quiet.

After all, he must be in dire need of money to work in a place like this.

Meiyue put down her phone and rang the service bell.

Kato's breathing faltered.

Pressing the service bell means that Mizuki needs to receive personal service, which is the most forbidden area for him to be touched.

But he had absolutely no right to participate in decision-making.

In the past, even when checking on newcomers, Kato Inu would do it on their behalf, just to give the boss face.

Never before have I pressed the button so abruptly without consulting myself.

There is absolutely no room for negotiation here.

That's the status of a male escort; no matter how familiar you are with someone, you're still ultimately a servant.

Kato Inu's eyes were sinister; he sensed danger.

After a short while, the heavy, soundproof door of the private room slowly opened.