Urban Immortality: I Raised a Female Prime Minister in Tokyo

Chapter 227 The Harem Gathers
Shiraishi Nagimitsu hasn't spoken yet.

Mei Shiraishi bent her body, her plump white buttocks arched, and she grabbed her thong with both hands and pulled it all the way down, then grabbed her bra and exposed her body: "I'm going to take a shower first, wait for me, sister."

Shiraishi Nagi rolled her eyes: "Shiraishi Mei, you are so old now, why are you still like a child? Can you pay more attention? There are people in the room."

"There are no men here anyway. Besides, you've seen all kinds of sisters of mine." Mei Shiraishi made a face and ran barefoot to the bathroom downstairs quickly.

A pair of huge ones bounced violently, hitting the skin with a "pa pa" sound.

The only hateful 'brother-in-law' is not here again, Shiraishi Mei muttered in her heart.

She has had the habit of walking around naked indoors since she was a child.

"Oka-san, are you going out so early?" Oda Yui rubbed her eyes and walked out of the room.

"Well, I'm very busy these days, so mom can't accompany you." Shiraishi Nagimitsu kissed Oda Yui's forehead.

"It's okay, I can take care of myself." Oda Yui smiled brightly: "I'm already an adult."

"I'm going to the Imperial Hotel in Tokyo today too. Would you like to come with me?" asked Shiraishi Nagimitsu.

"Ah, Oka-san, are you going to see Miss Jin?" Oda Yui nodded: "I'm going too."

Soon, Shiraishi Nagihiru and Shiraishi Mei put on their makeup, tied their hair, and still wore white shirts and trousers, dressed like professional women.

The buttons of the two white shirts were specially sewn with several more circles so that they would no longer be frequently pulled off by the huge objects.

However, it was impossible to button up the suit jackets, so both sisters had to leave them open.

Yui Oda wore a T-shirt and jeans, with a high ponytail, looking youthful and invincible.

He just stood between his aunt and mother, looking at their towering bodies from left to right, his little face wrinkled like a ball.

Although I am not small among my classmates, I feel like I have not grown up when compared with my two closest relatives.

It's so shriveled.

Oda Yui sighed in frustration.

Lower your little head.

When they opened the door of the villa, the driver was already waiting for them at the door in a Lexus.

"Sister, after sending Yui off, which ticket area should we go to first today?" asked Mei Shiraishi.

When she saw Oda Yui with her, she thought she was just dropping her off.

"Let's go later. I'm going to meet two people today." Shiraishi Nagimitsu said while swiping his phone.

"Meet two people?" Shiraishi Mei blinked. "Who?"

"Catalyst." Shiraishi Nagimitsu said.

Mei Shiraishi rolled her eyes secretly. People who play politics never speak directly.

After the three of them arrived at the Imperial Hotel in Tokyo, Oda Yui separated from the two and continued to go to the conference room to learn dance.

Mei Shiraishi walked behind Nagimitsu Shiraishi, and after informing her, she followed her to a presidential suite.

Ding dong.

Shiraishi Nagimitsu rang the doorbell.

The door of the hotel suite opened, and two women stood at the door with smiles to welcome Shiraishi Nagimitsu.

Mei Shiraishi stood behind Nagimitsu Shiraishi and looked at the two beauties.

The two beauties in the hotel suite were also wearing more formal OL uniforms: black suits and white shirts.

Unlike the two sisters who were wearing trousers, she was wearing a uniform skirt and two pairs of semi-transparent flesh-colored stockings.

Two fair faces, one with long hair and the other with short hair, both with extremely delicate makeup.

A pendant earring and a pearl earring embellish the beauty of the two people.

Although they each have their own beauty.

But the same thing is that they have the same beautiful eyes and rosy cheeks.

Watery eyes, bright red lips, that charming upturned corner of the mouth and a slightly flushed face.

Mature and charming.

That kind of sexy temperament can easily make a man's blood boil and become eager to make a move after seeing it.

The two of them have such similar and equally passionate feelings that it seems as if they are sisters.

Two pairs of beautiful legs, one thin and slender, the other well-proportioned and plump.

A pair of black high heels and a pair of purple high heels, standing side by side.

Two different scents, but both mature women's style perfumes mixed together, releasing mature female hormones.

Mei Shiraishi knew these two people.

Not only does he know them, he can even recite their information by heart.

Before coming to Japan, the intelligence provided by the organization included information on various major forces, and these two people were the ones she focused on observing.

top priority.

Especially this charming woman with short hair and purple high heels.

Kim Mi-jung.

It is very likely that I will come to see her alone in a few days, but I didn't expect to meet her with my sister in advance.

The other is the female leader of the Yamaguchi-gumi, Rena Morisawa.

The waves in Shiraishi Mei's heart were not as calm as she appeared on the surface.

Both of them are beautiful women in Tokyo.

One of them was a powerful figure in the underworld, and he swallowed up dozens of gangs, big and small, from Kansai to Kanto.

She is meticulous, ruthless and merciless, and is truly the number one female gang leader in Japan.

A fierce attack on Bangda in the entertainment industry, which has defeated the Japanese entertainment industry step by step. Even recent news has been complaining that the Japanese entertainment industry has been dominated by Hallyu.

These two women, who can cause a stir in various fields with just a stomp of their feet, these two women with ambitions bigger than the sky, were actually waiting for their sister in the hotel room.

For a while.

Mei Shiraishi stood behind her sister, looking at Shiraishi Nagi's slender back and smelling the familiar scent on her body.

This only relative of his suddenly felt a little strange to him.

It was as if I was meeting her for the first time.

My own sister, when did she even know these two women?

And it seems that they are more than just acquaintances.

The two women opposite have been under the rule for a long time, so their every move and gesture has the demeanor of a queen.

But at the moment.

His waist was slightly bent, showing a hint of submission, as if he was considering his sister as his priority.

"Thank you both for waiting for me here." Shiraishi Nagimitsu bowed slightly and said, "Thank you very much."

"Of course not, Councillor Shiraishi, you're too polite. Last time, thanks to Councillor Shiraishi's help in Congress, I was able to bring down Minister of Land, Infrastructure, Transport and Tourism, Saito Tsuchio." Morizawa Reina bowed deeply in return. "It's a great honor for me to meet Councillor Shiraishi today."

"Councilor Shiraishi wants to see us, so of course we have to wait here." Jin Meiting smiled and bowed, saying, "Let's go in and talk."

After the three of them sat down, they held each other's beautiful legs together.

Three different charms, three different temperaments, intertwined in the room.

The only thing that is the same is ambition.

Mei Shiraishi looked around and decided to sit next to her sister.

"Who is this lady?" Jin Meiting asked in surprise.

The person that Shiraishi Nagimitsu brought out to such an important occasion certainly couldn't be just a simple assistant.

"She is my biological sister, Mei Shiraishi." Shiraishi Nagimitsu said with a smile, "You two can rest assured."

"Of course we're assured." Morisawa Reina nodded with a smile: "How could we not be assured of the people Councillor Shiraishi brought with him?"

"Okay, I won't say any more polite words." Shiraishi Nagimitsu placed his hands on his thighs and leaned back slightly on the sofa: "I contacted you two this time because I need your help."

"Councilor Shiraishi, please speak." Morisawa Reina and Kim Mi-cho spoke at the same time: "We will do our best."

The two faces looked serious, afraid of missing a word that Shiraishi Nagimitsu said.

Time passed quickly.

Mei Shiraishi was secretly horrified as she listened to her sister's plan. One provided the manpower, the other provided the public opinion. Now, the two most scarce resources in the world were in her sister's hands.

"Don't worry, Councillor Shiraishi. I will go back and instruct my subordinates right away." Rena Morisawa stood up and nodded.

"I will contact my soldiers immediately." Jin Meiting also stood up.

"Then I'll leave it to you two," Shiraishi Nagimitsu said. "My opponents this time are dozens of business groups, and there are also quite a few political swindlers guiding him."

"Leave it to us!" Rena Morisawa and Kim Mi-cho looked at each other and said in unison.

After leaving the Imperial Hotel in Tokyo, Mei Shiraishi finally couldn't help but ask, "Sister, how did you get to know these two influential figures in Tokyo?"

"Guess~!" Shiraishi Nagimitsu glanced at her and said to the driver, "Go visit the next ticket area."

"Oh, sister, just tell me!" Shiraishi Mei frowned.

My sister knows these two extremely ambitious women, and she will always feel uneasy unless she finds out the truth.

"Shh!" Shiraishi Nagimitsu put her index finger on her red lips, making an expression as if she was speaking to someone else.
Then she made a video call to Keiko Minamikawa.

"Keiko, I have something important to tell you. I won't be attending the commercial shoot this afternoon. I'm very busy here and have many voting bases to visit." Shiraishi Nagimitsu said.

"Ah~! That won't do, Nagimitsu. If you don't shoot commercials, how can you air them during prime time?" Minamikawa Keiko was stunned.

"I asked my assistant to send you a video I shot some time ago. Please help me edit it and broadcast it as an advertisement." Shiraishi Nagiko said calmly.
"What kind of video is this?" Minamikawa Keiko frowned and said, "Nagiri, please send it to me quickly. I'll have my colleagues in the advertising department take a look first. You have to trust our expertise. An ordinary video won't do. An advertisement needs to shock, be refreshing, and leave a lasting impression. You can't just use any random video to achieve that."

"Believe me, this video will definitely work." Shiraishi Nagimitsu said with a smile: "Of course, if your colleagues in the advertising department do professional editing, it will definitely bring better results."

"Okay~! I believe you wouldn't spend so much money and neglect the importance of advertising." Minamikawa Keiko nodded. "Send it to my email. I'll go to the advertising department to find my colleagues right away."

"ok~!" Shiraishi Nagimitsu hung up the video call.

Mei Shiraishi couldn't help but want to ask what the video was about, but when she saw her sister closing her eyes and sleeping, she swallowed her question.

I can only look at the street view outside the window and head to the next voting station.

Her mind was a little confused as she recalled some fragments of her time in the organization over the years.

Just as Oda Yui said, the faint scars all over her body tell of the hardships she has endured in the past few years.

Whenever she couldn't hold on any longer, she would think of her sister and Oda Yui in Tokyo.

Now he finally gained the trust of the organization and had some abilities to protect his sister and Yui.

She returned to Tokyo.

but.

Not only did Tokyo become somewhat unfamiliar to her.

Even her sister was a little confused by her.

What exactly happened here over the years?
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After paying the taxi driver the fare, Sakura Kurumi got out of the car.

After seeing her man before leaving, she felt full both physically and mentally.

The smile that couldn't be suppressed on the corners of his mouth.

I once thought that this would be my life.

I have lost the ability to love and be loved, and no longer trust anyone.

Until I met my man.

Yingsora Kurumi has been studying Chinese culture in the office whenever she has free time recently.

If you marry a chicken, follow the chicken; if you marry a dog, follow the dog.

These words, seemingly without fancy words, fully express one's thoughts.

In front of a man, one's nationality, identity, everything is fake.

There is only one identity, his woman.

Maybe one day, she will be able to follow her man back to China, eat her favorite Sichuan cuisine, and see and experience with her own eyes the various Chinese cultures she has learned about these days.

The only thing that left some shadow in Sakura Kurumi's heart was the man's mystery.

What is he doing?
The man didn't say anything, and she wouldn't ask.

She only knew one thing, that since her man was so powerful, she had to hold on to everything in her hands tightly, and maybe one day she would be able to help him.

The sound of a car horn interrupted Sakura Kurumi's thoughts.

She checked the time and stood at the airport gate, looking around.

Why haven’t these two arrived yet? The time is almost up.

That's right.

Just at this time.

One left and one right.

Two urban white-collar beauties, one dragging a suitcase and the other carrying a briefcase, were slowly walking towards Yingkong Kurumi.

One of them had his hair tied up, wore a dark grey suit jacket, a white shirt underneath, and a scarf tied around his slender neck.

She wore a black uniform skirt, a pair of beautiful legs with exaggerated proportions wrapped in black stockings, and walked with cat steps in high heels, with her waist straight and her posture extremely elegant.

Her face was filled with immense confidence, the corners of her mouth slightly turned up in a seductive smile.

Japan Maritime Self-Defense Force will add: Hashimoto Yuna.

A girl with long hair, wearing a light grey suit and a short skirt, and also black stockings, has beautiful legs that are slightly smaller in proportion, but her curves are as graceful as Hashimoto Yuna's, and she walks in high heels like a model walking on a catwalk.

The delicate face is slightly melancholy and worried, and this temperament makes people feel pity
Deputy Director of the Tokyo Exorcist Guard of Japan: Feng Dielian.

When two beauties with very different styles but such beautiful looks came over, all the men in the airport suddenly stared at them.

The noisy airport entrance suddenly became silent.

Time seemed to stand still, and everyone turned their heads in unison to stare at the two beauties.

Oh no.

Only then did they realize that there were three of them.

Another one almost missed her beauty.

"Sakura Kurumi."

"Hall Master."

Hashimoto Yuna and Feng Dielian said separately after approaching.

Yingkong Kurumi looked at the two people standing side by side, with a tense face and frowned beautiful eyebrows.

She pursed her lips, looking dissatisfied.

Sakura Kurumi is dressed very like a girl next door.

A camel-colored sweater and jeans.

A pair of twin ponytails, cute and playful.

The small face without makeup hides the beauty that was once conspicuous.

Only by looking closely can you discover her beauty.

She now looked nothing like the head of the Tokyo Exorcist Guard, who held the power of Tokyo's defense and could decide the downfall of a centuries-old Onmyoji family in Tokyo with just a word.

She doesn't look like the dream lover of all male police officers in the Tokyo police force.

At this moment, Yingkong Kurumi looked like a female college student who had just graduated.

When I first entered society, I had no scheming.

It leaves people completely defenseless.

"What's wrong, Director?" Feng Dielian was stunned. Is there something wrong with her?
I looked at my outfit in confusion. Is there anything wrong?
Is it the makeup that's smudged? Or is there something dirty on her face?

Feng Dielian was about to take out her makeup mirror when the woman next to her spoke.

"What's wrong, Sakura Kurumi?" Hashimoto Yuna asked rudely, "Are you looking for trouble with me? I'm going to follow your orders and commands, but that doesn't mean I can insult you at will."

"Hey, you two beauties," Yingkong Kurumi sighed. "We're on a mission to the Northern Four Islands. The more covert the better. Do you really have to dress so conspicuously?"

"Also, do you know the temperature in the four northern islands? Wearing such a short skirt and stockings, I'm afraid you'll freeze to death!"

Sakura Kurumi said with a sneer.

(End of this chapter)