Only I Follow the Law: An Unorthodox Tokyo Cultivation Routine

"No matter how proper you act, you can't hide your filthy nature."

Kujou Kitsune crossed her arms, her eyes showing not only shock at his shamelessness in saying such a thing, but also a rare expression of embarrassment and annoyance.

"How could that be? I'm doing this for artistic creation."

Han Chuan You expressed his innocence.

The girl's body wasn't curvy or perky enough, unlike those pretty older women.

He simply wanted to find out why the nine fox feathers in front of him could exude such amazing charm.

This was a serious request made with a scientific research mindset.

He possesses such a strong scientific spirit that he is sure to be nominated for a future Nobel Prize.

Upon hearing his words, Kujou's delicate lips curled up slightly: "You really want to see my body? It seems my charm is still sufficient."

There's nothing wrong with liking to look at pretty girls.

"Then... come to the rooftop at noon, I'll be waiting for you."

Han Chuanyou raised an eyebrow, surprised, and asked, "To the rooftop?"

He almost thought he had misheard.

Is she really trying to win me over by letting me admire her body? Are all daughters of wealthy families this selfless?

Nine fox feathers raised their hands to cover their lips, revealing a fox-like smile.

"Yes, it won't be available after that."

Han Chuanyou met her meaningful gaze and hesitated for a moment.

"Fine, I'll go."

He didn't have any particular ideas; the possibility of him actually finding something good to do was extremely low.

However, the boy never lacked unrealistic fantasies, which made it impossible for him to resist.

Sigh... I'm being somewhat manipulated.

Seeing that he agreed, Kujo Kitsune smiled victoriously.

Han Chuanyou picked up his paintbrush and glanced at her again.

"Just consider it a rehearsal, and have her be my model?"

"Whatever you like, just make it look nice."

"Wrapped."

Han Chuan You's painting skills are actually quite good.

After all, knowing he didn't have any cheat codes, he had countless dreams and fought for them.

With countless experiences from his predecessors who had transmigrated before him in his mind, he had thought about making money by exploiting information gaps, about becoming a literary giant, about becoming a master in the ACGN field...

He was just making a fortune by exploiting information asymmetry, but this was a parallel world. He was preparing to become a literary giant, and he could be a plagiarist, but he didn't have the memories of those famous works. The only literature he had read in his previous life was mostly online novels, and his writing style was not good enough to replicate them.

Later, as a seasoned anime and manga enthusiast, I thought I could become an artist and publish comics. However, after two and a half years of hard work, I only reached a passable level, and I didn't remember much of the plot.

Upon realizing he was destined to be just an ordinary person, he gave up and could only live off Meiyue, drifting along and waiting to die.

As he got older, he practiced kendo with Mizuki and discovered that he had a strong talent for kendo. Knowing that he could use this to gain a chance to enter Tokyo University, he decided to follow in Mizuki's footsteps and join the Gold Watch Group, still aiming to live a life of leisure.

It wasn't until the long-awaited "golden touch" arrived that his life was completely changed.

Kujou Kitsune volunteered to be a model, and Hanakawa Yu naturally wouldn't stand on ceremony.

As his brush touched the paper, he openly and honestly admired every detail of the girl.

In the end, he concluded that every part of the girl was perfect.

However, the curve in front of her body is still somewhat lacking.

She is indeed outstanding among her peers, but she still lacks something compared to those older women.

What's missing? It's "big".

Thinking of this, he shook his head regretfully.

Why are you shaking your head?

Kujou Kitsune looked up from her painting, sensing a hint of insult in his eyes.

Han Chuanyou shook his head and glanced at it again:

"It's nothing, it's alright."

"You..."

She looked down at her chest.

Is my company really that small? What does this guy even consider to be truly big?

After art class, Han Chuanyou showed her his painting.

"How is it? Give me your opinion."

Kujou Kitsune glanced at it and gave a merciless assessment:

"The main structure is bad, the perspective is wrong, and the light and shadow relationships are messed up. Did you adjust the colors with your eyes closed?"

This was a blow to Han Chuanyou, who was actually quite satisfied with his painting.

"Your criticism is too harsh. Are you really that good at drawing?"

Kujou Kitsune didn't say anything, but silently adjusted the angle of the easel, turning the picture around.

It's an oil painting depicting a landscape downstairs, with flowing light and shadow, distinct layers, and the distant teaching building presenting a soft and textured gradient in the afternoon light. Even the inconspicuous green plant on the windowsill is painted with a sense of breath.

No matter how you look at it, you can't find any fault with it.

Han Chuan You had nothing to say.

They lost completely.

Is this guy a genius?

Seeing his defeated expression, Kujou Kitsune curled her lips and revealed a smug smile once again.

"Don't be sad if you lose to me."

Very familiar line.

"I'm not sad."

"Who knows?"

Nine Fox Feathers covered her lips with one hand, chuckled, and her eyes curved into a beautiful arc, making it seem like she was mocking herself no matter how you looked at it.

I really want to spank her.

Nine Fox Feathers subconsciously moved her chair further away from him and said seriously:

"Using force to solve problems is unacceptable."

"But it'll be useful. You'd better protect your backside, or I'll sneak up on you one day."

"You have already chosen a path to death."

"I'll spank you first, though."

"abnormal."

After class, Kujou Kitsune walked very fast, as if afraid that he might suddenly attack her. She had witnessed just how shameless Hanakawa Yu was.

……

Around noon, Han Chuanyou walked against the crowd toward the rooftop.

The iron gate leading to the rooftop was now open; it was usually locked.

As he stepped out of the stairwell, he saw a girl standing on the rooftop admiring the view.

"I thought you were afraid I'd spank you and wouldn't show up. How come you have a key to the rooftop?"

The wind on the rooftop blew up the girl's long, black hair, her skirt fluttered in the wind, and her snow-white thighs were dazzling.

Han Chuanyou felt that the wind wasn't strong enough, it was just a little bit lacking.

Nine fox feathers brushed a strand of hair from beside her cheek, rolled her eyes at him, and pressed down the slightly fluttering hem of her skirt:

"There's nowhere in this school I can't go."

Han Chuanyou smiled smugly: "I don't believe it. I know there's a place you absolutely can't go."

"Where?"

"In my heart."

Kujou Kitsune clicked her tongue lightly, revealing a look of disgust:

"If this is a lame joke, sorry, it's not funny."

Han Chuan You looked around, then his eyes lit up with anticipation:

"Alright, let's get started without further ado."

Kujo nods and takes her phone out of the inner pocket of her skirt:

"Then I'll have someone bring lunch up."

"Wasn't this supposed to be something nice for me to see?"

"Did I specify why I asked you to come up here? I meant I wanted you to come to the rooftop and have lunch with me."

Kujou Kitsune's lips curled into a smug smile, pleased with his humiliation.

Hanchuan Yu curled his lips.

He knew that unrealistic fantasies are just fantasies, and a girl wouldn't like you just because she talked to you a few more times.

I've become a goblin myself.

No saint would ever fall in love with a goblin! They just enjoy toying with innocent young men.

Nine fox feathers gracefully approached him: "This is just punishment for your disrespect. Disappointment is hard to bear, isn't it?"

"Not really, I had expected it all along."

Han Chuanyou's expression was serious, as if he were looking at some heinous criminal.

"Woman, that's not how you play the game. Your favorability towards me has dropped by one point."

"That's a lot falling off."

Kujou shrugged nonchalantly, walked to a pipe of unknown origin, touched it with her fingers, found no dust, and then gracefully sat down, holding down her skirt.

Han Chuanyou sat down next to her: "You'd better have a lunch that satisfies me to make up for this drop in favorability."

"I won't let you down."