Urban Immortality: I Raised a Female Prime Minister in Tokyo

Chapter 283: Two Judicial Beauties Surrender, the Truth of the World
late at night.

Shibuya SKY Bar closed long ago.

On the rooftop.

Two white bodies put together.

There were tiny beads of sweat all over his body.

Crystal clear under the moon.

Like two Aries, their bodies look even more alluring.

Masami Miura crawled on the ground, not caring about the dirt.

The cold rooftop floor couldn't block the burning heat on my body.

Her knees were red and she looked at the man in front of her in confusion.

His body was covered with bruises.

Tequila dripped from the corners of her red lips.

Mixed with my own saliva.

Hojo Sakura was crawling on the side in the same posture.

The knees are worn out.

The tight yoga pants had already been torn into a big hole.

The thong strap around her waist had broken.

I don't know where the thin piece of cloth went.

A few obvious palm prints made her surrender instantly despite her initial slight struggle.

Even indulge in it.

The tables and chairs on the rooftop were broken and fell to the side.

They deeply felt how strong and compact the muscles of the man in front of them were.

Broad and thick chest muscles, and angular abdominal muscles that bulge with power.

Especially the arms and legs were so strong and agile that they were unbelievable.

Although the two men were paralyzed and unable to move, it was just an appetizer for the other party.

In a blink of an eye.

Masami Miura and Sakuna Hojo appeared in the bathroom of a room in a luxury hotel.

The two of them lay side by side in the huge bathtub.

Under the light.

Both of them are petite.

Masami Miura has a slender frame, but her body is plump, fair and full.

It is soft and has a great sense of force.

Hojo Sakura is slightly taller, and due to long-term yoga and fitness, her skin is slightly honey-colored, smooth as fat and full of elasticity.

Easily stretch your legs into a straight line.

The warm water poured down, stimulating the alcohol that had not dissipated in their bodies.

They know what awaits them.

Lying in a bathtub as white as bone china.

Like plump rose tuna sushi laid out on white rice, just waiting to be devoured.

Sun rise.

Miura Masami's fair body trembled and she opened her eyes slightly.

A figure was sitting nearby with his legs hugged.

Hojo Sakurana.

Masami Miura struggled to get up.

The originally fair body looked even whiter and colder because of its paleness and weakness.

The feeling of being absorbed is like an addiction.

Even though I know that I am being drained again and again, I still keep hoping.

The curtains were drawn open, and sunlight poured in from the window, shining on Hojo Sakurana's skin.

Still not wearing any clothes.

In fact, it had already shattered and no one knew where it fell.

Her intact skin was shiny and delicate, while the bruises were more obvious with a purple-blue tint.

Masami Miura looked down and saw that he was the same.

Looking at the mess and noticing Hojo Sakura looking at her, she shyly pulled the quilt up a little.

"What's there to hide? From last night until now, I've seen everything at such a close distance." Hojo Sakura heard the noise and turned around to take a look, a mocking look on her face.

That's different from the current scene.
Those shameful ones.
Masami Miura thought so in her heart, but did not say it out loud.

"Should we call the police?" Miura Masami asked Hojo Sakurana with a red face and a slight breath.

"Call the police? Call what police? Let Sakura Kurumi see us like this? And then one of us, naked with a blanket wrapped around us, record our statements in front of her?" Hojo Sakura said sarcastically, "Besides, don't you know what you looked like last night? I didn't expect you to be so horny."

Miura Masami's pale face flushed, and she said angrily, "You are the same, rushing up and pushing me away."

"So... why call the police?" The blush on Hojo Sakurana's face, which had not yet faded away, came back, and she snorted coldly to cover it up.

"Then why are you sitting there in a daze? I thought you were sad." Masami Miura felt a little aggrieved. He clearly just wanted to care about her.

"Come on, what era is it now, and besides, we..." Hojo Sakurana was too embarrassed to continue.

Miura Masami understood what she meant: "So what are you thinking about?"

"I'm wondering who he is," Hojo Sakura said. "I've looked at the information on the most dangerous registered Onmyoji in Japan, and he's not even on the list."

"Is it possible that he is not Japanese? He still has electricity." Masami Miura's neck and face turned red.

Speaking of this, Hojo Sakurana also felt a tingling sensation all over her body.

Recalling this brings both fear and satisfaction.

"He's not on the list of foreign psychics. I'll investigate this matter thoroughly when I get back. We can't leave it like this in limbo." Hojo Sakura bit her lower lip and looked at the many big hand pinch marks and palm prints on her body.

"What should we do now? How do we get out?" Masami Miura said in a low voice.

"How are we going to get out? We don't have cell phones or clothes. You ask me, but who should I ask?" Hojo Sakurana sneered, "I don't understand why all these problems happened after I provoked that Sakura Kurumi."

Miura Masami was stunned, as if it was true: "Which hotel is this? Is this phone working?"

As she spoke, she twitched her sore legs, wanting to look at the hotel's service phone number next to the bed.

The pulled wound made her gasp.

"Don't look at it. I've called the Imperial Hotel in Tokyo." Hojo Sakura said, "I contacted the housekeeper and he will send us the phone later. As for other things, such as the identity of that man, he doesn't know."

"Didn't you reveal your identity as a prosecutor?" asked Masami Miura.

"You go and tell him that when he comes, you can show him your identity as Chief Justice." Hojo Sakurana glanced at him fiercely.

Who would admit their identity when doing such a shameful thing?

Masami Miura didn't say anything, but she understood what he meant. She would never admit her identity even if she was beaten to death.

How to explain this?

Two women inexplicably appeared in a hotel room, and they were not guests who booked the room.

Then, wrapped in a bath towel, she shamefully told the housekeeper that she was a Chief Justice of the Supreme Court of Japan?
"You should worry about something else." Hojo Sakura said unhappily.

"What?" Masami Miura was stunned.

"Didn't you notice something extra on my neck?" Hojo Sakura reached out and touched her neck to indicate.

Masami Miura saw a thin metal necklace tied around Hojo Sakura's slender neck, with a short ring in the middle of the necklace.

"When did you buy the necklace? It's quite pretty." Miura Masami was a little confused: "Why didn't I see it yesterday?"

"Touch your own neck." Hojo Sakura rolled her eyes.

Miura Masami raised his hand and touched it, and sure enough, he also had
"This is..." Masami Miura was stunned, a little confused.

"This buckle is for connecting to the leash." Hojo Sakura's face flushed. "Don't you know what this is? Not only has your body been damaged since last night, but your brain has been damaged too."

"This is a pet chain. I'm wondering what I'll do if my colleagues find out it's this."

Hojo Sakura gritted her teeth.

No need to guess where those people will go.
"Ah?" Masami Miura opened her red lips.

Lost in the spot.

I have a court hearing tomorrow?

Can't this thing be cut?
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In Chiyoda Villa.

Shiraishi Nagimitsu was sleeping soundly on his side on the sofa.

Various pillows and backrests are scattered around.

There were also some documents scattered on the ground.

She was wearing a black vest and a floral skirt.

A pair of huge monsters pulled the curve of the vest into an exaggerated parabola.

With her hair tied up and delicate facial features, she slept peacefully and calmly.

After moisturizing, her skin is now smoother.

A pair of beautiful legs with perfect proportions, and the toes are painted with bean paste-colored nail polish.

Fang put his left arm around her, and the intoxicating touch made him unable to help but admire it.

When Shiraishi Nagimitsu felt the familiar embrace in her sleep, she knew that her man was behind her.

He muttered in his sleep and leaned his head closer.

Then he suddenly realized something, opened his eyes and smiled happily.

A pair of arms came over, offered red lips, and kissed the man passionately.

The softness at the ferry exit and the crazy demands.

Then she slowly loosened her arms and looked at her man in surprise.

He sat up, with a half-smile on his face: "Why are you naked?"

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"I had a fight with some bugs." Fang Zuo looked down at himself and said with a smile, "I used up all the clothes you were going to give me."

"Huh, I thought you just came back from a fight with some female fairies." Shiraishi Nagimitsu leaned over gently: "Fortunately, I prepared a lot of sets for you yesterday. I'll get them later."

"Did you buy it especially for me?" Fang Zuo knew that Shiraishi Nagimitsu rarely went shopping alone. She was a typical working woman.

"Well, I can't let my man be naked after a fight." Shiraishi Nagi held Fang Zuo tightly with his arms: "Even if it's a fight with a female demon."

Shiraishi Nagimitsu panted and leaned close to the man's ear: "Nunu wants to eat breakfast, quickly carry me into the room, Shiraishi Meiyi will come down."

"Let her see." Fang Zuo said with a smile after reading it.

Shiraishi Nagimitsu bit her lower lip, her face flushed as she snuggled into the man's arms.

Although she knew that the man was joking, her man was the boss and she could do whatever he said.

After a long time.

"We are going to visit the set in a few days and go to Osaka to see the movie that Yui is filming." Shiraishi Nagimitsu collapsed in the man's arms.

"What type of movie?" Fang Zuo asked curiously.

He has also seen several of Takeshi Kitano's movies. Although he can't be called a fan, he is very interested in it.

"Before filming started, Miss Jin brought the script to me and I took a quick look at it. She asked for my opinion. It's about gangsters." Shiraishi Nagimitsu drew circles around the man's chest with her small hands.

"Gangster theme?" Fang Zuo was stunned.

Yakuza 4?
I thought it was an art film like Kikujiro's Summer, how could it be a gangster film?
Are we going to let Oda Yui play with a gun while wearing a headband?

Is this Takeshi Kitano’s latest violent aesthetic?

"Kitano Takeshi praised Oda Yui highly at a recent press conference. Perhaps they have some affinity," Shiraishi Nagimitsu said. "Ms. Jin is in charge of the specific plot of the script. I'm not a professional, so I don't quite understand it, but it seems like she's been in some trouble lately."

"What's wrong?" Fang Zuo touched Shiraishi Nagi's bright shoulder. He hadn't asked about the situation there recently.

"The situation on the peninsula is very serious. The incident involving their president may affect Miss Kim's position as the cultural ambassador of South Korea." Shiraishi Nagimitsu said, "She wants to ask for your opinion in a tactful way, but she doesn't dare to ask you directly." Shiraishi Nagimitsu looked up at her man.

At first I thought Jin Meiting was the man's friend, but after a few contacts, I found that she was in a state of complete submission.

"When I have time, I'll ask that woman if she needs help. What about you? Have you contacted the Mitsubishi Group?" Fang Zuo asked.

His successive experiences in Japan's divine kingdom made him increasingly aware of the importance of human authority.

But this proportion does not seem to be distributed according to specific power, but more like something like fate.

"I've seen all the congressmen that the Mitsubishi Group found for me. Although there are a few weird ones and many people hate them, their basic support is very solid," said Shiraishi Nagimitsu.

"Very smart." Fang Zuo nodded.

"Yes, politics is like this, no different from the entertainment industry. It's enough to accurately grasp a stable group. Don't be afraid of the abuse of other groups. Those who want to have everything will end up losing everything." Shiraishi Nagimitsu said as she pushed the man to lie on the bed. She sat on him, her pair of watery buttocks sitting on his waist and back, and her small hands massaged Fang Zuo's shoulders and neck:
"In today's world, there are no so-called politicians anymore, but the methods used by these politicians and legislators are all very unique and varied, each with their own unique abilities. Those who can snatch a seat as a legislator from one of Japan's traditional political families are all quite capable."

"Cats have their ways, and mice have their ways." Fang Zuo stretched out his arms comfortably, allowing Shiraishi Nagimitsu to pinch his muscles one by one.

"Isn't that an old Chinese saying? It makes a lot of sense." Shiraishi Nagimitsu clenched his fists, putting his weight on them, and kept imprinting his muscles on the man. "What about humans? What is the moral code for humans? Humanity?"

"People are divided into men and women. There are broad roads and narrow paths." Fang Zuo said comfortably with his head buried in the pillow.

Shiraishi Nagimitsu was stunned for a moment, then reacted, blushed, leaned over, and bit the man's shoulder.

Fortunately, I have been studying Chinese hard recently, otherwise I really wouldn’t understand.

'boom'.

The door was pushed open forcefully.

"Sister, I have booked a table at the restaurant." Mei Shiraishi rushed in rashly.

I saw my sister sitting naked on a man's waist getting a massage.

The sight of all those strong and muscular muscles made her heart beat wildly.

Fortunately, I was lying down.

"He...is back?" Shiraishi Mei stuttered, her face flushed.

It seems like I saw a lot of things I shouldn't have seen.

"Mei Shiraishi, can you be a little polite? Knock on the door?" Shiraishi Nagi frowned and turned his head to look over.

"Oh, I'm at home, not in the office." Mei Shiraishi quickly backed out.

Everything that has happened to her sister recently has made her suspicious.

These things that she couldn't even imagine made Mei Shiraishi feel more and more that they were related to this mysterious brother-in-law whom she looked down upon at first.

Just as she went out, there was another crashing sound, followed by an 'ouch'.

"Where did you ask her to book a table so early in the morning?" Fang Zuo asked curiously.

"That new restaurant you guys have is really popular in Tokyo right now. It's called Yang Guofu Malatang. There's always a long line." Shiraishi Nagimitsu smiled and said, "It was Minamikawa Keiko who told me about it."

Minamikawa Keiko?

Fang Zuo recalled the scene where he glimpsed the future.

The woman named Keiko Minamikawa seems to be still very active, broadcasting on the Earth Alliance radio station. It seems that she is a woman with some destiny.

"Try on the clothes I bought for you." Shiraishi Nagimitsu supported himself with his hands and pulled Fang Zuo to the cloakroom in the bedroom.

There were a lot of shopping bags lying around.

Shiraishi Nagimitsu picked up a sweatshirt and asked Fang Zuo to try it on, then took out shirts and suits of different styles and tried them on.

"They're all very good." Fang Zuo praised.

"That's because my man has a good body." Shiraishi Nagimitsu pouted her red lips, and her happy eyes betrayed herself.

Fang Zuo kissed her as a reward, but got a crazy response from Shiraishi Nagimitsu who hooked her arms and stood on tiptoe.

"I also bought a lot of new stockings and underwear," Shiraishi Nagimitsu said with a seductive look, biting Fang Zuo's ear.

By the time Fang Zuo arrived at the underground laboratory of the University of Tokyo, it was already afternoon.

Zhou Yuanyan finally breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Fang Zuo coming: "You're finally here, my Master Fang, Uncle Fang. If you don't come soon, I'll be ruthless."

"What?" Fang Zuo raised his eyebrows.

“You’ll know just by looking at it”

Zhou Yuanyan led Fang Zuo to the observation room of the Daughter of the First God.

All the electrical appliances in the living room were cut into pieces.
There were also many holes poked in the alloy walls.

"I've reinforced this wall since last time. The high-entropy alloy I used is several times harder than the previous tungsten carbide cobalt alloy." Zhou Yuanyan said with a wry smile, "But it's like tofu in front of her. Fortunately, I reinforced it thick enough."

"Where's she?" Fang Zuo saw that the bedroom door was still intact and pointed at it. "Does it look normal?"

"You call this normal? After she cut off those electrical appliances, in just a few tens of seconds, she drained all the power within a few kilometers. Even the Japanese National Security Agency called to ask what was going on." Zhou Yuanyan sneered, "You'll know when she comes out. Or, do you want to go in?"

Fang Zuo glanced at Zhou Yuanyan next to him and stepped into the room.

Then he looked back at the surveillance camera.

Zhou Yuanyan rolled his eyes as he watched the screen go black with a click. He wanted to curse but was afraid that Fang Zuo would get angry.

The Daughter of the First God in the bedroom seemed to sense his coming, opened the door and walked out.

Fang Zuo was surprised to see the appearance of Fatia, the daughter of the First God.

The woman's entire body turned blue and transparent.

Including the hair, it was like the tentacles of a transparent octopus in the sea, constantly swaying.

Although the facial features are also like those of a transparent elf, with clear contours and a unique beauty.

The scenery behind and around her can be seen through her body, but her internal organs are not visible.

There was a white energy line in the shape of a "big" character on her body, embedded in her body like a bone.

Every ten or so centimeters, there is a star-like energy node on this white energy line.

It constantly emits little starlight.

It seemed as if her entire body had no organs and no blood, and she only relied on these energy nodes to connect the white energy lines in her body to survive.

When she saw Fang Zuo, she was stunned at first, and then she clenched her fists vigilantly, and two white light blades emerged from her fists.

Then he reacted, slowly spread out his fist, and the light blade gradually disappeared.

She then walked over, her transparent facial features revealing an aggrieved expression, and hugged Fang Zuo.

Fang Zuo protected himself vigilantly, letting her hug him, then slowly placed his hand on her forehead, sensing the fluctuations in her body.

His divine sense detected that the star-like white energy nodes on the body of the daughter of the First God could actually absorb various tiny particles from space to replenish energy.

Then something even more magical happened. As if sensing his own divine thoughts, her body seemed to be a magnet, absorbing Fang Zuo's divine thoughts.

She was trembling all over, looking at Fang Zuo as if she was longing for something.

Fang Zuo allowed her to absorb a trace of divine consciousness. The white energy lines in her body instantly became thicker, and those star-like energy nodes kept emitting light.

The daughter of the first god, Fatia, closed her eyes tightly, and her transparent blue eyelashes kept trembling.

The white star nodes on his body suddenly went out.

Then the white beam of light and the skeleton also disappeared.

Fatia's hair and skin slowly began to change from transparent to their original state.

No clothes, brown and gold mixed hair, smooth skin, tall figure, and slightly raised curves.

Like a pair of freshly poached hot spring eggs.

She looked up at Fang Zuo, then looked at herself blankly.

Only then did I realize I was not wearing any clothes.

She screamed loudly, said something in a language Fang Zuo couldn't understand, then turned and ran into the bedroom.

There was a rustling sound from inside, and when the door was opened again, she came out wearing a knitted short-sleeved shirt and a short skirt.

She sat shyly on the sofa, looking at Fang Zuo, like a child waiting for a lecture from his parents.

"Do you understand what I'm saying?" Fang Zuo asked.

"Yeah," Fatia nodded.

"Do you feel any special feeling when you become like this?"

"I don't know. I just feel like my consciousness seems to be occupied by something. I don't even know what I'm doing." Fatia played with her hands and lowered her head.

Isn't this the same as Momoki Kanonai?
But this so-called 'true soul' seems to be a little more 'advanced'.

"So what about now? Do you still feel anything?"

"No, there was a moment at night when I felt a voice calling me, and then I was very..." Fatia didn't know how to describe this feeling, and after thinking for a while, she said: "very hungry."

“Then I want to eat, but I eat all the snacks and food and I’m still hungry.”

"I don't know what happened next. When I regained consciousness, I was very scared and hid in the room."

Not only did he "eat" these foods, he also "ate" a lot of electricity, and finally "ate" his own spiritual thoughts.

"What else?" Fang Zuo continued to ask.

"No more." Fatia shook her head.

Fang flicked his left hand, cast a sleeping spell, watched her fall asleep, and walked out of the room.

"How is it?" Zhou Yuanyan said.

Fang Zuo recounted what had just happened.

He also told him about his encounter with the Star God in the Kingdom of God.

"It's exactly as I expected." Zhou Yuanyan sat down, his eyes filled with excitement or despair.

"What do you mean?" Fang Zuo raised his eyebrows.

"First, let's talk about what has been bothering us." Zhou Yuanyan took out some tea and poured a cup for Fang Zuo.

"Before the end of this world, what were the small worlds created by powerful beings like the Three Pure Ones and the Buddha? If they could create infinitely small worlds, why did they stay in our finite world?" Zhou Yuanyan said in a deep voice, "I've been thinking about this question and trying to explain it using the current macro and micro perspectives."

"Just like what that Star Lord said, our current world doesn't have any Xuanhuang Honghuang, but the original material world has infinite subspace."

Zhou Yuanyan drew a small ball and then a big circle to cover the small ball.

"So these powerful beings have been fighting for the dominant position in this material world, which is our Earth." Zhou Yuanyan pointed to the small ball.

He then drew small balls one after another in the large circle outside the small ball: "Although they can infinitely open up small worlds, such as the Taoist thirty-three heavens, the Buddhist kingdom, the sleeve universe, and even the underworld and the eighteen levels of hell, they are all made of these small balls."

"But the number of these small worlds still depends on the size of this primary world."

"According to current technology, certain unique planets have their own natural subspaces. The larger the subspace, the more precious the planet."

"And these powerful beings are creating small worlds one after another in this subspace."

"Until one day, the very nature of this planet began to change, and the subspace stopped expanding and even shrank."

Fang Zuo nodded: "So they went out to find new planets with infinite subspace?"

"Yes, the shrinking subspace, I think this is the most important reason. As for the Dharma Ending Age," Zhou Yuanyan said, "I have always wondered what spiritual energy is? What is divine consciousness?"

"That daughter of the First God just now is not like us to some extent. The system we cultivators cultivate devours the particles of the five elements of gold, wood, water, fire and earth around us, but this daughter of the First God devours everything, even your divine consciousness."

"There's another reason these powerful people left. It's because the five elements of gold, wood, water, fire, and earth are becoming increasingly scarce in their cultivation system."

"Perhaps some so-called supreme beings who are not in the Five Elements don't care, but the foundation of their Taoism is this."

"So they have to find a new way out for the Taoist tradition and the countless gods and Buddhas. A new planet with subspace and strong five-element particles."

"What about them? What are they? What are those gods of various religions in heaven, the kingdom of God, and the Garden of Eden?" Fang Zuo asked.

After a moment he said again: "Is it an intruder?"

"That's right." Zhou Yuanyan nodded. "The subspace is shrinking, something has happened to the planet, and the Dao ancestors have left, but the creatures in other universes may not look down on it."

"So [Messiah, the Creator] was actually the first invader," Fang Zuo said solemnly. "It came here and created Judaism, but for some unknown reason something unexpected happened, and it split into four religions."

"No, not the first. The first should be the race from the Japanese Divine Kingdom." Zhou Yuanyan shook his head and said, "If we follow the timeline described by the Star Lord, the invaders attacked the Heavenly Palace after the Three Pure Ones and the Buddha left. Perhaps they have been lurking in this world for a long time."

"As for why a great war broke out later, I suspect it was the war with these invaders that caused the four continents to shatter and the original world to become spherical, but I don't know what exactly happened!"

"What about the core of the face?" Fang Zuo said.

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly looked back.

The magic red rope left by Momoki Kanonai is a strong warning.

This is only the case with a force that it cannot resolve.

The next second, Fang Zuo disappeared.

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