Tokyo, the shady intelligence of private detectives

Chapter 151 The Carnival in the Lecture Hall

Cheers erupted in the attic lecture hall, especially among the male believers present. Although they could not immediately possess Miss Mio, seeing her private figure and witnessing her passionate ups and downs was a psychological satisfaction.

Yui Satsuki was probably surprised as well, because she tightened her grip on Masahiro Hanyu's hand slightly, but didn't show any other reaction.

Even before things happen, there are ways to change them. Yui Satsuki was once the best police officer in the investigation department, and her mental fortitude is stronger than Masahiro Hanyu had anticipated.

Maki Shiramomo nodded slightly and pointed to the young girl kneeling in front of her, holding a tray.

"Mr. Yamamoto, Ms. Mio, to add to your enjoyment, I can let her participate. She has no experience yet, so it will be more fun."

Masahiro Yuzuru quickly shook his head, "Thank you, Venerable Hakutao, but it's not necessary. I only need Miss Mio; I don't need anyone else, nor do I need anyone else to participate."

The eyes behind the mask of the White Peach Dharma King stared at him. "Oh, so that's what Mr. Yamamoto was thinking. That's not exactly in line with the path of righteousness!"

At this moment, Seto Natsumi, who was behind her, said, "Mr. Yamamoto requested Ms. Mio's exclusive rights. Ms. Mio will not serve or accept services from others, and this has been agreed to."

The White Peach Dharma King said "Oh," and then said, "I see. Tonight belongs to Mr. Yamamoto and Ms. Mio. We can only be bystanders."

"Let us once again congratulate Mr. Yamamoto on receiving the Chairman's blessing of good fortune and peace, and on embarking on a wonderful journey on the road to good fortune."

After another round of cheers, His Holiness the White Peach Dharma King returned to the podium in front of the crowd.

Two young women went behind the screen and quickly came out again, still holding trays in their hands, each carrying a teapot and a stack of disposable paper cups.

The White Peach Dharma King pointed to the teapot, "Everyone, this tea is a new 'Sincere Treatment' brewed personally by the Black Moon Association President. Please enjoy this tea, and may all members of the association treat each other with sincerity and live in lasting happiness."

It was only then that Masahiro Hanyu realized that not everyone had tasted this new sacred tea, "Sincere Treatment," and that he and Yui Satsuki were indeed a couple receiving special treatment.

Hearing that it was a sacred tea personally prepared by the chairman, everyone rushed to drink it, and Shirakawa Manchun had to maintain order to prevent the scene from becoming too chaotic.

After being soaked in the hot spring water and immersed in the medicinal aromas of the lecture hall, Masahiro Hanyu found it hard to imagine how crazy a person would become if they drank this new kind of sacred tea.

What is the White Peach Dharma King doing?

After maintaining order, Shirakawa Manchun personally brought over two cups of sacred tea and walked up to Hanyu Masahiro and Satsuki Yui.

"His Holiness the White Peach Dharma King specifically instructed that the two of you must not miss the sacred tea. Please enjoy it."

Yui Satsuki shook her head. "What we've already tasted, we don't need to taste again today."

Baihe Wanchun presented the teacups to the two with both hands, saying, "This is a gift from the White Peach Dharma King, an unparalleled honor. How can you refuse it!"

Masahiro Yuzuru accepted the two teacups. "Yes, it's a reward from the White Peach King. It's a rare opportunity, how could I refuse?"

He finished his cup of tea and handed another cup to Yui Satsuki. "Miss Mio, this tea is still as fragrant and delightful as ever."

Satsuki Yui reluctantly accepted the teacup and, under the watchful eyes of Shirakawa Manchun and Seto Natsuri, slowly drank the tea. At the same time, she used her tongue to lick open the antidote membrane on her upper palate, chewed it up, and swallowed it along with the holy tea.

Shirakawa Manchun looked very satisfied. "Trust me, the two of you will definitely enjoy an even more wonderful experience with the help of the sacred tea."

While the others were enjoying the sacred tea, Masahiro Hanyu pulled Yui Satsuki away to a corner of the lecture hall, sensing that something was about to happen.

Seto Natsumi followed the two men the entire time, but she neither stopped nor interfered with their actions; she simply kept a close watch on them.

After all the male and female devotees had drunk the sacred tea, the White Peach Dharma King proclaimed, "Tonight, everyone should relax your minds and bodies and enter my path of bliss. Naturally, you should enjoy pleasure. All the devotees present here, you can freely choose each other without restraint, burden, or concern for just one person."

"Of course, Mr. Yamamoto and Ms. Mio are the only exceptions; they can choose whether or not to participate. Everyone else must join this Blessed Baptism."

Shirakawa Manchun raised the camera, saying, "No believer present may refuse; otherwise, they will be punished by everyone in turn."

His Holiness the Dalai Lama said solemnly, "I hereby announce that the exchange session for the blessed beings shall now begin."

A brief silence fell over the lecture hall, then suddenly the female reporter's male partner cheered and rushed toward a short, plump woman.

This woman came with the middle-aged, overweight man who reported the female reporter; she was probably his wife or lover.

Although the female reporter's male companion's cognitive abilities were impaired due to the effects of the medication, he still harbored a desire for revenge.

Seeing the young, thin man rushing towards her, the short, plump woman didn't flinch. Instead, she lifted her Fusei-kai uniform, turned around, and knelt prostrate herself on the tatami mat.

The middle-aged, overweight man watched everything unfold, his face flushed red, as he turned his head left and right, searching for his target.

Suddenly his gaze fell on Yui Satsuki, and his expression immediately turned into fervent joy.

He shouted, "Freedom, openness, break free from all the shackles that bind our bodies and minds! I want boundless happiness! I want ultimate pleasure!"

Then he charged towards Yui Satsuki, his chubby body trembling, his neck turning bright red with excitement.

Satsuki Yui was startled and instinctively hid behind Yuzuru Masahiro.

At this moment, the middle-aged, overweight man was already in front of them, extending his hands.

The next second, Masahiro Hanyu's fist slammed into the fat man's face. As blood gushed from his mouth and nose, Hanyu kicked him hard in the stomach, sending him stumbling backward and lying motionless on the ground.

"You're not going to follow His Holiness the White Peach Dharma King's words? Miss Mio is not participating in this exchange."

Shirakawa Manchun did not blame him, but instead dragged the unconscious middle-aged man aside. "Yes, Mr. Yamamoto did the right thing. Don't disrupt our on-site exchange."

By this time, the short, stout woman's groans had spread unrestrainedly throughout the lecture hall. After Shirakawa Manchun finished speaking, his suppressed emotions erupted instantly, quickly engulfing all the believers—

The atmosphere at the scene was unusually intense, a frenzy tinged with disorder, and the uncontrolled giving even altered the smell of the air in the enclosed lecture hall.

This atmosphere strongly influenced Masahiro Hanyu and Yui Satsuki. The effects of this new type of holy tea were so potent that the anti-antigen detoxification drugs they had already taken could not immediately suppress it.

Amidst the confusion and the intoxicating sounds, Yui Satsuki trembled slightly, her legs involuntarily clamping together.

Seto Natsumi leaned closer and said softly, "The women of the Fusei Society are free and liberated in their nature. Miss Mio doesn't need to be suppressed."

"Mr. Yamamoto, a wonderful moment is better when it happens suddenly than when it's planned!"

"When opportunity knocks, don't miss it!"

Shirakawa Manchun slowly approached, and the camera moved away from the others, quietly focusing on the two of them.

Filming evidence of the two people's confused state, regardless of their identities, can be used as leverage for blackmail, just like the believers present at the scene.

Yuzuru Masahiro turned to look at Satsuki Yui. Her peach blossom eyes revealed a charming allure, and her chest unconsciously rose up, the protrusion barely concealed, yet still faintly visible.

She endured it so hard!