Only I Follow the Law: An Unorthodox Tokyo Cultivation Routine

Mizuki finally finished changing her clothes, and Han Chuanyou breathed a sigh of relief.

This rare scenery is beautiful, but it's too much of a test of willpower. His twisted soul almost broke free of his body and attacked directly.

Fortunately, he managed to restrain himself in the end.

Even a straightforward, morally upright, and sunny young man like myself almost succumbed to this power, which shows that the plots in adult anime are still too conservative.

After Meiyue finished washing up and opened the door to walk out of the bathroom, Han Chuanyou listened to the sounds outside.

As the footsteps faded into the distance, he guessed that Mizuki had completely left before carefully opening the door and stepping out.

In the living room, Han Chuan Mei Yue was opening the refrigerator to get ingredients for breakfast. Seeing him come over, she asked curiously:

"Why are you up so early today?"

Han Chuan You bent slightly and said, "I just want to get up early to see Mizuki."

"Glib-tongued."

Han Chuan Mei Yue took out bread slices and eggs, and glanced at him again.

"How can a man be bent over? Stand up straight, or you'll have no manliness at all."

"What do you mean by lacking masculinity?"

Han Chuanyou felt somewhat helpless upon hearing this.

It's all because Meiyue is too tempting; she stirred up his anger early this morning, and it hasn't subsided yet.

You think you're manly? Well then, I'll show you what real manliness is.

He stood up straight, the spirited young man at attention.

Walking confidently and imposingly before her, Han Chuanyou adopted an extremely serious demeanor, patting his chest and solemnly declaring:

"Big sister, do you need my help with breakfast? Please let me know."

Han Chuan Meiyue glanced down at the particularly conspicuous guy, inwardly cursing, her cheeks slightly flushed. She felt that the boy in front of her was brimming with an overpowering aura of hormones.

It evokes images of the South African savanna in springtime.

Oh no, it feels like I want to mate.

Her legs were slightly together beneath her skirt.

"Mizuki, why aren't you saying anything?"

Han Chuanyou moved even closer, transforming into Zhao Zilong of Changshan.

"Get out of here!"

Being held at gunpoint by a police officer was an utter disgrace. Han Chuan Meiyue could no longer bear it. She pushed him away, picked up the ingredients, and turned to walk towards the kitchen, almost as if she were fleeing in panic.

Han Chuanyou helped close the refrigerator door, rested his hand on the refrigerator, and sighed.

Even his sister, who he spends every day with, was captivated by his masculine charm.

My own damn charm.

Morning light streamed through the curtains onto the dining table, and wisps of steam rose from the coffee.

As Han Chuan Mizuki stirred her coffee, the table held up the proud object in front of her, reminding one of the previous scene. Indeed, the most direct view is the most breathtaking.

Big is good, and good is big!

Han Chuan Mei Yue looked at the boy in front of her, hesitant to speak, still unable to recover from the previous scene.

She felt she needed to talk to Han Chuanyou about so-called family sex education, but she also felt that this guy probably knew more than she, a half-baked person.

Speaking of which, teenagers in their adolescence really need to be careful about these things, and as the eldest sister, I also have the responsibility to educate him well.

As a girl, I sometimes feel restless and want to be self-sufficient, which isn't particularly harmful, but for him, as a boy, it seems to be very bad for his health.

Why care? Because it concerns your future happiness.

I didn't see him buy anything strange.

She picked up her coffee, took a sip, looked at the boy across from her who was eating a sandwich, and coughed lightly.

"Xiaoyou, is yours usually this big?"

"So big?" Han Chuan You said smugly. "Mizuki, is this the first time you've noticed? You're kidding, it's way beyond normal size, okay?"

"What are you so smug about?"

Han Chuan Mei Yue rolled her eyes at him in a charming way.

"What I'm saying is that your desires are far too strong. I'm really worried that you'll overdo it and cause some kind of problem in the end."

"Mizuki, don't slander me for no reason. How could I possibly be addicted to this? My lifestyle is perfectly healthy, okay?"

It was hard to say before, but since he started cultivating immortality and was able to refine essence into qi, controlling his inner desires is now just a matter of circulating his cultivation technique, and he doesn't have to worry about harming his body at all.

"What about the erotic comics I accidentally found under your bed when I was cleaning your room earlier?"

Han Chuan Meiyue forked a small piece of sandwich and put it in her mouth, saying meaningfully.

"Cough cough."

Han Chuan You had just taken a sip of milk when he heard this and almost spat it out.

"When did this happen? Mizuki, how dare you look into my secrets? This is an invasion of my privacy."

"Do we even need to open it? We can tell just by looking at the cover. I never expected Xiaoyou to read this kind of book."

"Yes, I am filthy inside."

Han Chuanyou suddenly changed his expression, and took her hand that was on the table, stroking and feeling her smooth skin.

"I miss him so much, I dream about him all the time, Mizuki, my Mizuki~ Please have pity on me and help my little brother... He has suffered so much all these years."

"Don't go crazy."

Han Chuan Meiyue raised her hand and tapped his head. A surge of warmth welled up in her heart from his undisguised gaze, and her throat felt a little dry.

Did she not want to? It's just that she's a principled person. Children may not understand, but does she, as an adult, not understand? Besides, she's a police officer.

"What are you dreaming of! Are you trying to put me out of a job? Go away, go buy something to solve your problem. If you don't have money, I'll lend you some. Remember to buy something good."

Han Chuan Mei Yue withdrew her hand, took out a Yukichi from her wallet, and slapped it onto his hand with a "smack".

This guy is getting more and more perverted. He dares to make such a request now. Next time, he might just force me to do something outrageous.

It seems he really did develop health problems from holding it in.

Looking at the 10,000 yen in his hand, Han Chuanyu stood up and, before Mizuki could react, pulled her face close and kissed her soft cheek heavily.

"Mua! Mizuki, I love you to death."

"you!"

Han Chuan Meiyue covered her face, looking incredulous. The lingering dampness seemed to carry an electric current, making her heart race.

"I can't help myself, I can't help myself."

Han Chuan You smiled and picked up the glass, finishing the rest of the milk in one gulp.

"I'm going to pack my schoolbag."

They take advantage and then run.

Now, Han Chuan You is much more relaxed when facing her older sister than before.

Step onto the path to immortality, seeking eternal life.

Why bother cultivating immortality if you can't live a carefree life?

The constraints of worldly conventions have become increasingly insignificant to him.

He turned and walked towards the entrance, his steps light and quick.

"Oh, right."

He had only gone halfway when he turned back, took a small wooden plaque out of his pocket, and placed it on the table.

The palm-sized wooden plaque was covered with fine runes, faintly shimmering with spiritual light. However, to the eyes of an ordinary person, it would only be mistaken for an ordinary peace charm.

"This is a Xia Kingdom amulet that I bought online from overseas. It has been blessed by a Taoist priest and can protect you. Remember to wear it."

He put down the wooden sign and turned to leave.

Han Chuan Meiyue covered her face, staring blankly at the simple wooden plaque on the table, then at the figure that had disappeared around the corner of the corridor, the spot on her cheek where he had kissed her still burning.

This guy is getting more and more disrespectful.

Moreover, I'm finding it increasingly difficult to control him.

Han Chuan Mei Yue picked up the wooden plaque, which already had a red string threaded through it.

She examined it from all angles, her fingertips tracing the texture of the fabric, feeling an indescribable sense of peace. She unbuttoned the top button of her shirt and carefully put the red string around her neck.

She glanced down at the wooden sign sandwiched in the middle of the canyon a few more times and let out a soft snort.

You think you can apologize with just this little wooden sign? Dream on.

I'll deal with you when we get home.