Urban Immortality: I Raised a Female Prime Minister in Tokyo

Chapter 257 The Beautiful Woman's Surrender
Baihuizi made a great determination.

With the nature of gambling.

What else does she need in her position?

Power, money.

She has them all.

Except a man, a young man who could conquer her and hold her firmly.

She walked past the man with an expressionless face, putting on a haughty look and tiptoeing. Everything was planned.

She certainly knows her strengths.

Her feet were white and plump, so she didn't wear high heels. Stepping on the gray carpet, her feet looked even whiter and softer.

Her calves are a little fleshy, so she has to tiptoe when she walks to make the lines of her calves look better.

Her thighs and buttocks were not as firm as those of a young girl, but they were plump and soft, swaying in a way that could only be highlighted when she was not wearing pants and was wearing a thong.

Unlike young girls, this is an advantage that only women have.

Her arms, shoulders and neck were covered with sweat caused by nervousness, exuding the heat of a mature woman.

She took off her clothes slightly, revealing everything, and let the scent of mature women's hormones fill the bedroom.

The black straps of the bra were slightly cinched in at the back, complementing her skin.

There are two small pieces of black cotton material in the front, connected by a large piece of black transparent lace in the middle.

Mature, plump and smooth.

As for why she usually showed an arrogant look and didn't even look at the man, it was because she knew that every man liked to conquer an arrogant woman.

She didn't dare to look him in the eye. She was so scared that she knelt down if she made eye contact with the man.

Atmosphere is important.

She understands.

Baihuizi lay on the edge of the bed with her buttocks raised.

The waist is sunken.

The buttocks appear more round and soft.

She bit her lower lip, tilted her face, and gave the man an unspeakably moist look.

Just like thongs nowadays.

Everything depends on the man.

Bai Huizi believed that no man could refuse her.

Unless he's not a man.

really.

The man came over.

Grab her hair.

"Hmm~ah~~~" Baihuizi made the cry of a female cat in spring.

The stinging pain of my scalp being pulled and the unusual excitement in my heart were intertwined.

I can't tell whether I feel sad or comfortable.

"You wanted it the first time you saw me, didn't you? Are you such a slut?"

The man showed a disdainful expression on his face, and raised his hand that was holding his hair higher and higher.

Bai Huizi, who had always been respected, was pulled back with her head tilted back, looking up at the man who was high above her.

As a female member of the Spiritual Opposition Council, she is the highest being in Japan.

Even people of high status in the political and business circles have to maintain etiquette when meeting her.

These unprecedented insulting words and the pain in her scalp made Baihuizi even more excited.

Baihuizi was thrown and fell on the carpet.

Her hair was scattered on her white shoulders.

She bit her lower lip, gasped, and used all four limbs to crawl over again.

Can't wait.

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Tokyo Women's University.

In Sakura Hibiki's office.

She wore a low-cut white sweater and a floral long skirt.

The soft white legs in flesh-colored stockings are slightly bent.

The patterned bra inside looked like it was hiding jelly as she moved.

Move slightly.

The skin becomes tighter.

The woman sitting on the sofa opposite, Shinmura Jing, had just been discharged from the hospital and looked very unhappy.

Fei Guangying stood up and poured a cup of coffee for Xincun Jing: "The coffee you like, no sugar, no milk, brewed with 85-degree water."

"Higuchi Sakura, thank you. It turns out you still remember all this." Shinmura Jing was drinking coffee and had been silent for a long time since he entered the door. Now his pale face looked slightly better.

She was wearing a commuter turtleneck top and jeans, wrapping herself tightly.

She was wearing unusually bright cherry-colored lipstick. Although she had delicate makeup, bangs, and heavy blush on, there was always a hint of fear on her face that could not be concealed.

"Of course I remember, I've always remembered. I just don't know why the four of us became like this, even wanting each other to die. Why is that? Is jealousy more terrible than hatred?" Fei Guangying sighed, paused, and continued, "You've been in the hospital for such a long time this time, and I haven't visited you. It's not because I don't want to go."

"I'm worried that you might not want to see me, which would affect your treatment. I've asked your attending physician, and he says you've been mentally and psychologically overwhelmed. You shouldn't get too emotional."

"Don't worry. I've already arranged everything for you at school during your hospital stay. I've had other teachers cover the classes you missed. I've also deposited your salary and allowance into your account. There's no reduction; it's the same as before."

"As for this medical expense, the school's employee insurance will cover all the bills for you. You don't have to worry about it."

"Thank you, thank you for everything," Shinmura Jing said, holding her coffee with a grateful look on her face. "Thank you also for calling the police for me. I was almost tortured to death that day. If the police had come a little later, I'm afraid I would have died miserably."

"That person." Sakura Kiguang hesitated for a moment before asking, "Shiratori Yuko, how is she?"

"She possessed another woman, and her spirit was eventually exorcised by an onmyoji." Shinmura Akira clenched his coffee cup tightly in his hands, sighing with lingering fear as he recalled the incident. "She should no longer exist in this world, but I still don't understand why she hates us. She clearly has nothing to do with us, so why would she resent us so much?"

"Is it really the jealousy you mentioned? Can jealousy drive people this crazy? Shouldn't we be happy for each other because our sisters are doing well?"

"What about you? Do you think so?" Sakura Kiyoshi said, looking straight at Akira Shinmura.

"I don't wish any harm on any of you," said Shinmura Akira, "but I also don't understand any of you."

"If everyone could be understood, there would be no more fighting in the world." Fei Guangying shook her head: "Fortunately, it's all over."

Shinmura Akira nodded
There was silence in the office.

"Oh, right. I saw something strange when I came here. If it weren't for the return of Shiratori Yuko's vengeful spirit, I wouldn't care, and I wouldn't believe it. But..." Shinmura Akira hesitated for a moment, then continued, "After something like this happened, I think you'd better be careful."

Fei Guangying was stunned for a moment: "What's the matter?"

"When I arrived, I saw a man wandering downstairs from your office. He was walking, and suddenly he hunched over and looked back at me." Shinmura Jing's hands, holding the coffee cup, trembled slightly. "The look in his eyes and the hunched posture are very similar to your late husband."

"You... you didn't see it wrong?" Fei Guangying's face turned pale.

"That look left a deep impression on me, remember? That time when he caught us together, he stared at me like that, and it scared me." Shinmura Jing drank the hot coffee in big gulps, and then he felt a little better.

Fei Guangying's head buzzed, and it seemed that many things were connected. She hurriedly picked up her phone, opened the album, and found a photo.

Then he handed the phone to Shinmura Jing: "Is it him? Is it this man?"

Shinmura Jing put down the coffee cup, took the phone, and swiped through the large photo album with two fingers. He said in surprise, "Yes, it's him. He doesn't look hunched over. I didn't recognize him at all. Fei Guangying, do you know him?"

Fei Guangying did not answer, her small body trembling slightly.

His face was full of panic.

Is he back for revenge?
Did her deceased husband come back as a spirit like Yuko Shiratori?
This man.

This man is the Minister of National Education and Culture, Hiroshi Hosokawa.

Fei Guangying looked at the handsome middle-aged man in the photo.

The fear in my heart grew stronger.

No wonder this person knows so much about himself.

No wonder this person knows all my preferences.

No wonder everything this person does to please himself makes him happy and afraid.

How come I didn't realize that his smile is so similar! !

So scary!!!
All the pores on Fei Guangying's body opened up and she shuddered.

The smile in the photo seemed to slowly fade away.

It was replaced by a ferocious laugh.

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Not far from the Imperial Palace in Tokyo, there is a luxurious apartment.

This extremely private luxury apartment has direct elevator access to each apartment, with one elevator per household.

Inside one of the apartments.

Women's underwear and stockings were scattered on the living room floor.

A gentle-looking man was breathing heavily and pressing on a blonde woman.

A pair of hands, long and thin, not unlike a man's, held down the blonde's hands. It finally ended with a roar.

He wiped the sweat from his forehead and left the blonde's body.

This woman was a female fan he met while hiding his identity anonymously in a small town in Europe during a violin art exchange.

After two years of online chatting, the two finally came to Japan to find him.

A fan who admires her violin so much, but doesn't know her own identity, and is so sexy and wild, which is different from Japanese women.

He doesn't need to be responsible.

This is something no man would refuse.

These days, everything is going well for the two of them.

These days.

He often sneaked out of the royal palace to date this woman.

As a member of the island nation's royal family, he gained many things that ordinary people would never have in their lifetime, but he also lost many things that ordinary people could enjoy at any time.

But these days, he feels like he has everything.

It's all worth it.

He picked up the medicine bottle on the table, poured out a small blue pill, and his eyes showed desire.

Just as he swallowed the blue pill and was about to do it again.

"Click."

There was a sound of a door being opened outside.

"Who? Who is it?" He was startled and wanted to stand up.

This is the place where he has long-term trysts with women, and the security facilities are very good.

And he was the only one who had the key to the apartment.

He picked up his underwear from the floor and put it on, then walked cautiously into the living room.

I saw.

A woman in a black uniform stood at the door
The suit jacket and white shirt were arched.

She has almond eyes, rosy cheeks, an oval face, and her skin is not as fair as the modern trend.

The bright red lipstick was not applied all over the lips, but only lightly in the middle.

The way Showa women are painted has a retro charm.

A pair of well-proportioned legs wrapped in black stockings.

She stepped forward in her black commuting high heels and stood at an angle with her arms crossed.

smiling.

His biological sister, Saeko.

"Tsk~tsk~tsk~, my dear brother, it seems you want to do it again. It's not good to take so many medicines." Sa Rongzi walked in, picked up the medicine and took a look.

With a laugh, the little hand threw the medicine bottle away.

"Look at my righteous brother, and what a noble bloodline he has!" Saeko mocked, "Every time you take this pill, don't you think about how you're bringing shame to our royal family?"

"It's you, Saeko." Naruhito grabbed the bath towel on the sofa next to him and wrapped it around his lower body. He slowly raised his head and looked directly at Saeko. His face turned pale and he understood a lot of things in an instant.

What about meeting a female fan by chance, and what about admiring his violin.

Naruhito glared at Saeko: "Did you arrange all this?"

"Of course! My dear brother, who else could it be? Are you satisfied? I have taken the trouble to choose for you for a long time~~" Saeko waved her hand.

The blonde quickly grabbed her clothes and ran out.

"Do you think your bloodline is valuable without your royal status? Is your talent attractive? Or is it just your handsome face?" Saeko looked at the mess and various utensils on the ground: "Look at you, what's the difference between you and an ordinary Japanese man? Useless!"

"Why did you do this? Just to come here and humiliate me after everything that happened, Saeko?" Naruhito's face flushed. "I admit that you achieved your goal, but is there any point in doing this?"

"Of course it does." Saeko shrugged. "Everything about you has been recorded. The highest resolution, every frame is incredibly detailed."

"And then? What do you want? Post it online?" Naruhito took a deep breath. "The Japanese government will do everything they can to remove the video. Even if they can't, they will never acknowledge it."

"Just because the government doesn't recognize it doesn't mean the people don't recognize it. You, the emperor who always plays the role of being high and mighty yet approachable and without any flaws, will suddenly become a wretched, weak man who can't even do that." Saeko fanned her little hand in disgust.

"What benefit can you get from doing all this? Is it purely to get revenge on me for expelling you from the royal family?" Naruhito clenched his fists tightly. No man wants others to know that he is incompetent.

"Of course it's not just revenge. I'm sure you've seen the UN's declaration on women's human rights. The royal family shouldn't be inherited solely by men," Saeko said with a smile. "Most countries agree with this and have signed it."

"You want to inherit the royal status? You made all these careful arrangements just for this?" Naruhito laughed loudly and coughed continuously.

Saeko said nothing, but crossed her arms and watched Naruhito laugh crazily.

Naruhito's laughter finally stopped slowly, and he looked at Saeko sarcastically: "You are dreaming, Saeko, do you think you can threaten me with this? Even if you release my video, I will never agree to abdicate the throne to you."

"Even if the video is released and the royal family is embarrassed, what does it matter? I can still bear this little shame. It's nothing more than people talking about it or even protesting about it. As time goes by, it will slowly fade away."

"Really? What if your shame is more than this? Or what if it's far beyond this? Can you still bear it?" Saeko showed a mocking expression and looked at the opened but unused condom on the ground.

"You~~~!" Naruhito looked at Saeko with a normal expression, and felt more and more uneasy and frightened.

He knew how terrifying this sister was. She said that there was more than that and she actually had a backup plan.

"What else did you do? Saeko!!!" Naruhito shouted.

This unknown fear made his blood rush to his head, making his roar seem a little ferocious.

"It's nothing, if that woman, the woman you have been with for such a long time." Saeko paused, her smile was a little cold, but her eyes looked at her brother with some pity.

She said word by word, "What if that woman has AIDS? My dear brother!!!"

"What?" Naruhito's mind went blank and he sat down on the ground in fright.

"Tomorrow, the world will have a huge headline, presented to five billion people: Our Emperor has not only abandoned his family and his wife, but is secretly keeping a mistress in a small house. Furthermore, he's contracted AIDS. Ha~~~!" Saeko said in a loud, mocking tone.
"This is truly a major international news story, perhaps even more shocking than President Washington's election. You, Naruhito, will be etched in Japan's history of shame from now on, and you will never be able to turn over a new leaf."

"Not only will you be impeached and removed from the throne, but after your death you won't even be able to enter the Meiji Shrine to worship your tablet."

"Well, my dear brother, can you bear this little humiliation?"

Saeko looked coldly at Naruhito, who was sitting on the ground with a pale face.

Her brother's lips were pale, he was trembling, and his whole body was shaking.

It seems that he can't accept this blow at all.

"Speak up? Can't you afford it? If you don't believe it, you can go for a check-up, but do you dare? Do you dare to let a Japanese hospital find out?" Saeko said sarcastically.

Looking at Naruhito who didn't answer, lowered his head as if dead, and became more and more frightened, Saeko sneered.

She slowed down her tone, her voice full of temptation.

"Actually, things are not irreversible. You still have a choice. Brother, I can not tell anyone about this news and video. No one knows about this except me." Saeko said gently:
"You are still a good emperor who has left his name in history, and the people love you."

"As for AIDS, don't worry. As long as you take your medication regularly, you won't be fatal. I'll arrange for you to go to the best doctor in North America."

"I have a big estate there where you can ride horses, play golf, swim, and even play basketball and football. You can play any sport you like."

"You can play violin, cello, piano, whatever instrument you want. You can be an artist and do what you love."

"As for blonde beauties, there are simply too many of them. Blonde and brown hair, curvy, big or small, you can have as many as you want."

"I can find dozens or even hundreds of them, take them off clothes, and then dress them in stockings and garters of various colors, and have them line up naked in neat rows."

"Look, brother, this is an easy thing to solve, isn't it? Don't be afraid, don't worry, just leave it to me, I will help you solve it all."

Saeko's gentle tone slowly calmed Naruhito down and he stopped trembling, but his face was still pale.

"As long as you pass the throne to me and respond to the call of the United Nations Human Rights Organization, you will become a legend, my brother. The human rights organizations will deify you instead of being the shameful Emperor of AIDS."

"Besides, dear brother, I have no children. When I grow old, I will pass the throne back to your son, my nephew."

Naruhito was shocked, and slowly raised his head, looking at Saeko, his lips trembling: "Are you telling the truth? Will you pass the throne back to him?"

"Of course, I promise, brother. You are my only blood relative, and I have no descendants. If not him, who else could I pass it on to? A stranger? Is that even possible?" Saeko said with a smile, "You are only handing the throne over to me for a short period of time. For you, you can put down your burden and live the rest of your life happily."

"You know, I just want to do something to take back some of the imperial power. Leave the things you haven't done to me."

"To be honest with you, this world will undergo tremendous changes. The Third War is not far away. This is what the oracle says, and this is also our royal family's last chance."

"So, brother, what's your choice?"

Saeko smiled as she looked at Naruhito who was still sitting on the ground motionless.

"I agree." Naruhito lowered his head, closed his eyes, and said slowly as if accepting his fate: "I will announce it tomorrow and give up the throne to you."

"Brother, put on your clothes quickly, don't catch a cold." Sa Rongzi smiled with satisfaction: "I dare not stay here any longer, we will meet at the royal palace tomorrow."

Inside the villa in Mount Takao.

The old man pushed the wheelchair aside and crawled in front of Fang Zuo.

A face full of respect.

And Baihuizi next door stared at the ceiling.

Trembling from time to time.

Bent over like an Aries.

All the perceptions are still lingering.

His whole body was covered with purple whip marks and palm marks.

There is no piece of skin that is as white as usual.

Still wanting but afraid.

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