Only I Follow the Law: An Unorthodox Tokyo Cultivation Routine

Han Chuanyou turned her head, saw her like this, and then looked down at the current state of the two of them.

From a third-person perspective, it is indeed easy to misunderstand, and the more you look at it, the more ridiculously erotic it seems.

Although he had already earned a reputation as a pervert in front of Yagyu Tsurune, he still wanted to put up a fight in front of Anna.

He moved aside, pointing to Yagyu Genne, who was still struggling in the green belt, trying to clarify: "Your sister is stuck, I'm helping her, Anna, you should lend a hand too."

The girl took a closer look, paused for a moment, and then couldn't help but cover her mouth and laugh.

"Anna——"

The sound of my sister gritting her teeth could be heard coming from the green belt.

Anna Yagyu quickly covered her mouth, cleared her throat, and breathed a sigh of relief: "So that's how it is... I thought..."

She blushed halfway through her sentence and wisely stopped talking.

Trapped in the green belt, Yagyu Genon was even more embarrassed, her ears turning so red they almost bled.

"Hurry up and come help me."

"Okay, sister, don't rush!"

After a while, the two of them finally managed to free Liu Shengxian from the entanglement of the branches.

At this moment, she was breathing rapidly, her hair was disheveled, and her usual calm and composed demeanor was completely gone.

She straightened her wrinkled clothes, raised her hand and punched Han Chuanyou in the chest, but she still felt unsatisfied. However, her younger sister was right next to her, so she couldn't lash out on the spot.

"You just wait."

She lowered her voice.

You want to spank her? One day, she'll pin this guy to the ground and give him a good spanking.

Han Chuanyou felt a chill run down his spine for no apparent reason, and quickly raised his hands to show his innocence: "I really didn't mean to."

That was really an accident.

Yagyu Genon glared at him angrily and said nothing more.

Fortunately, this place was located on a street corner, with a green belt separating the two sides. There were few people around, so no one saw what happened. Otherwise, she would really want to live on another planet.

……

"Why are you so late today?"

As soon as Han Chuan You entered the house, he was greeted by Mi Yue's questions.

She was lying lazily on the sofa, her long-sleeved shirt loose and the neckline slightly open, revealing her delicate collarbone and a small patch of soft skin.

She wore light gray loungewear shorts, her fair and slender legs casually crossed, her toes slightly curled, and her nails painted with light pink nail polish, resembling five small seashells. Her whole demeanor exuded a lazy, unguarded, and homely beauty.

"I was strolling around near the school with my friends." He handed over the milk tea in his hand, "This is for you, less ice, less sugar, plus a milk foam topping."

"At least you have a conscience."

Han Chuan Mei Yue accepted the milk tea without asking any further questions.

She never intended to use her status as his older sister to tie him down, nor would she restrict his contact with other women.

Being too controlling only makes people feel suffocated and backfires. She has her own sense of proportion, giving people the freedom they deserve without compromising on the bottom line.

Ultimately, she has enough confidence in her own charm.

What kind of waves could those girls the same age as Xiaoyou make? She knows very well how attractive her figure, her naturally fertile hips, and her breasts are to teenagers.

She fascinates him every day, so there's no need to guard her closely or be jealous. She can simply be herself, and that's enough to keep him glued to her.

This is the confidence a mature woman should have.

As long as he's still on the right path and hasn't gone astray, that's fine.

Furthermore, if he truly falls in love with a girl, she will accept it without hesitation, because they are family, and nothing in the world can surpass kinship. No matter what happens, their relationship will not change.

Of course, it's perfectly reasonable for an older sister to want to use her younger brother.

She had been holding back for so many years, and she couldn't accept it all going to be for nothing.

……

Tokyo at night is a completely different scene from the fast-paced daytime.

Han Chuan You finally couldn't suppress his mischievous impulse and sneaked out again.

This time he's going to run further away.

Compared to the surrounding wards, Nakano Ward is relatively safer, while the neighboring wards are less so.

A bustling street.

Street performers strummed guitars and sang melancholic songs. Amidst the surging crowd, heavily made-up women on street corners exuded an air of gaudiness. From time to time, the sound of police sirens could be heard in the distance, only to be drowned out by the noise.

This is Shinjuku, one of the sub-centers of Tokyo.

Located on the west side of the Yamanote Line, it is a crossroads of administration, commerce, and entertainment.

However, beneath the surface of prosperity lies another layer of evil.

Kabukicho, Okubo Park, Golden Street... Behind these place names lies a gray area where yakuza forces have been entrenched for many years.

The gang's office was hidden in an inconspicuous office building, with a company sign hanging at the entrance, but inside it was engaged in activities such as loan sharking, underground casinos, and illegal drug trafficking.

Pimps soliciting customers, prostitutes on the street, drunk office workers, homeless people wandering around...

In the shadows where neon lights don't reach, drug trafficking, prostitution, and extortion are like the city's hidden sores, repeatedly festering and never healing.

The paper figure fluttered around Han Chuanyou within a fifty-meter radius, searching for the evil hidden beneath this prosperous scene.

That's a great pose! You can do that in a bubble bath? Wow, I've learned something new! I need to go back and look at Mizuki more often to cleanse my eyes…

Inside a room on the second floor of the Stigmata Club, an interrogation room is set up, complete with an interrogation chair, wooden stakes for binding people, and so on. The pink lighting adds an ambiguous atmosphere to the room.

"Shout louder!"

"Snapped!"

The burly man sat in the chair, raised the black leather whip in his hand, and added a red mark to the fair skin of the plump woman kneeling in front of him.

"what!"

The woman screamed in agony, which only fueled the man's perverse desires, and he raised the whip again and lashed it down.

The whip struck the woman's outer thigh, and a raised red welt quickly appeared on her fair skin.

The woman trembled in pain, her body already covered in wounds.

But for her daughter's sake, she could only endure it silently.

She still has loans to pay off, and her daughter is in the hospital and can't be separated from her. She can only try her best to meet the demands of these customers in order to earn more money.

She had long since given up her dignity, her body, and her soul; all that remained was an empty shell that could still withstand the whip.

The man showed no pity and still felt unsatisfied, so he took out a grotesque prop and stepped forward.

"It's time to change it to this one. You can choose between the front and the back."

Looking at the grotesque prop, Yuko Ishida shook her head in horror.

"No... this really won't do, Mr. Hashimoto, please spare me."

"No?" The man narrowed his eyes, a grotesque smile playing on his lips. "You think I'm negotiating with you? You have no choice but to agree, or you can forget about getting a tip tonight. Do it yourself, or should I do it myself?"

"I...I..."

Yuko Ishida reminisces about the past.

Her husband disappeared without a trace one day, and her daughter soon fell seriously ill. To help her daughter with her medical treatment, she had no choice but to take out huge loans and work three jobs a day. The snowballing debt gradually became unbearable for her, and she was eventually coerced and lured to work for a loan shark company, where she was at their mercy from then on.

At first, she was just a hostess, but later, in order to make money, she could only sink deeper and deeper into it, becoming the most despicable person.

Composing herself, she forced a smile and said, "Mr. Hashimoto, I...I myself..."

Before she could speak, the window was suddenly opened, a cool breeze blew into the room, lifting the curtains and making the two people inside feel a chill.

Outside the window, a figure shrouded in mist looked eerily strange under the cover of night.

Han Chuanyou stared directly at the disgusting humanoid creature standing there.

"I'm sorry to have disturbed your enjoyment, but this matter should end here."

"You...you're Death?!"

The man's eyes widened in terror. As if realizing something, the fat on his cheeks trembled, and the finger pointing at him also trembled.

"The Grim Reaper?" Han Chuan You tilted his head. "You know me?"

He thinks he's that famous? How come he doesn't know?

"Now that you know, that makes things easier. It's time to get going. Will you do it yourself, or should I do it myself?"