Only I Follow the Law: An Unorthodox Tokyo Cultivation Routine

Meiyue didn't make him a bento box today, so he thought he was going to eat at the cafeteria.

There's a feast to be had; why not take advantage of it?

The same older sister dressed as a maid delivered lunch as last time, but today she changed the cuisine; it was Chinese food.

Seafood in a broth, Dongpo pork, roasted pigeon breast, matsutake chicken soup...

Each dish has only one outstanding feature: exquisiteness, or in other words, expensive.

"It was all prepared according to my taste. It seems you know my preferences very well."

Kujou Kitsune didn't deny it, resting her chin on her crossed hands and smiling at him: "So, have you fallen in love with me?"

"Almost."

Han Chuan You decided to temporarily forgive Kujou Kitsune for deceiving him into thinking that the innocent Xiao Chunan had come to see something good, only to be greatly disappointed in the end.

Compared to beautiful girls who can only be looked at but not eaten, Han Chuan You prefers dishes that can be eaten.

Seeing Han Chuan You eating heartily, Kujou Kitsune shook her head with a light laugh, and gradually developed an appetite herself.

After finishing the meal, more than half of it ended up in Han Chuan You's stomach.

"You have a huge appetite."

Kujou Kitsuneha sipped her tea and complained.

Han Chuan You finished the rest of the chicken soup in one gulp:

"Practicing kendo involves a lot of physical activity, so I naturally eat a lot. These muscles on my body didn't grow for nothing."

As he spoke, he lifted the hem of his shirt, revealing his well-defined abdominal muscles. Nourished by spiritual energy, the muscles were arranged more naturally, appearing perfectly formed and displaying an exquisite aesthetic.

Nine Fox Feathers paused in his action of pouring tea, stunned by the sudden scene.

The boy's muscles weren't the kind that only attracted big guys; instead, he had a lean, well-defined, strong physique that appealed to girls.

She was surprised that the boy, despite his seemingly thin physique, was actually quite accomplished.

Kujou Kitsune glanced at it, then glanced again, then took another sip of tea and said calmly, "I suspect you're being a scoundrel."

"That's called being generous. I'm not as stingy as you. Want to touch it? Don't be shy."

Han Chuanyou slapped his stomach loudly.

"In no mood."

Kujou Kitsune shook her head in refusal, suspecting that Hanakawa Yu was trying to seduce her.

What a joke! As the eldest daughter of the Kujo family, what handsome men hasn't she seen?

To be honest, ignoring Han Chuanyou's twisted personality, among all the talented young men she knew, his face was indeed unmatched.

Now, with this figure, she's at the top level.

But why does such a perfectly good face have a mouth on it?

Han Chuanyou gave him a look that said, "I gave you a chance, but you didn't know how to use it." Just as he was about to say something, he caught a glimpse of a maid hesitating by the door.

The older maid stood by the door with a tray in her hand, looking at the scene on the rooftop.

In the sunlight, the young man's robe was half-lifted, while the young lady turned her face away to drink her tea...

She stood frozen in place, unsure whether to retreat or step forward, two suspicious blushes rising on her cheeks.

"Never mind touching it then."

Han Chuanyou turned his gaze to the doorway, showing no embarrassment whatsoever.

"Would you like to touch the maid?"

The maid immediately lowered her head, her face turning bright red.

Over this period of time, her subordinates privately felt that the young lady was probably falling in love.

This young man is very likely to become the future son-in-law of the Kujo family. Today's scene looks like a young couple flirting.

But the son-in-law actually wanted to touch his own abs. Is this some kind of unusual sexual activity?

But even if it's a kind of romantic situation that puts her in the middle, to her, as long as it's her future son-in-law's order...

The maid's gaze grew increasingly strange, hesitating whether to obey and touch him... those muscles were indeed attractive...

Kujou Kitsune glanced at her and coughed lightly: "Please don't disturb my subordinates, Yuka. Finish packing and leave."

"Yes."

The maid, feeling as if she had been granted a pardon, quickly stepped forward to collect the trays, lowered her head, and hurriedly retreated, her demeanor somewhat like that of someone fleeing in panic.

Han Chuan You shook his head: "What an unqualified employer. This maid looks like she'd really like to be touched."

"This is to protect my subordinates from being harmed by you, you scumbag."

Han Chuanyou objected: "That's slander. Have you ever met a scumbag who's never been in a relationship his whole life?"

"No, but I've seen it now."

……

Inside a fully equipped room in the school's security office.

The maid, with graceful steps and pushing her cart, returned to her post to wait for orders, her cheeks still flushed.

At the other end of the room, Hongye, who was giving her John Wick TTI Tactical Master 2011 (the same model) a bottle, looked at her with a puzzled expression:

"Yuka, why is your face red?"

Harada Yuka patted her face and breathed a sigh of relief: "I almost became a sex toy for the young lady and her son-in-law just now."

"Sex toys? You're getting really into this."

Hongye's eyes lit up, she sat up straight, and tossed the gun barrel she had just removed into her hand.

Tell me about it.

After listening to Yuka's story, Momiji quickly reset the gun barrel with a few clicks and teased:

"Do you regret it now? That kid was so handsome, and you didn't just touch him."

"Who would dare? If I misunderstand and the young lady gets jealous, my salary will be gone."

"It seems you only care about the salary, not that you're afraid to."

Thinking of something, Hongye's eyes showed curiosity.

"By the way, do you learn how to serve your son-in-law in your maid course? Looks like I can start preparing now."

She sized up Yuka's vulgar figure, which even her English-style maid outfit couldn't conceal: "Small horse pulling a big cart, tsk tsk tsk..."

"Of course not, your thoughts are far too vulgar."

Yuka's cheeks flushed again. She glared at her reproachfully, picked up the plate, and went to the sink.

She turned on the tap to rinse the food scraps off the plate. After a moment's hesitation, she whispered:

"It seems the young lady is truly in love. Should we tell the madam about this?"

Hongye shook her head, crossed her long legs over the edge of the table, and leaned back in her chair.

"Of course not. We are her retainers who grew up with her since childhood. We are her confidants, and everything revolves around her."

After a pause, Hongye continued:

"If Madam doesn't ask, we'll remain silent. If she does ask about the school, we'll just give a general answer. As for the specifics, we'll have to ask Miss first. Madam wants us to obey Miss's orders without question, so she can entrust Miss to us with peace of mind."

Yuka nodded.

As a retainer, she naturally understood this principle.

Although island nations have officially abolished the so-called vassal culture, the rules have never truly disappeared in these large families that have lasted for hundreds of years.

Both she and Momiji are descendants of retainers of the Kujo family, having served their master for generations and remaining loyal to the Kujo clan.

As retainers, they underwent rigorous training from a young age and were sent to the world's top institutions for systematic advanced studies.

Just like herself, she once went to the International College of Professional Butlers in Britain to study and systematically learned the complete course of traditional British butlers and senior maids.

Hongye, on the other hand, received rigorous and comprehensive bodyguard training at the International Security Academy in Zion and EPI in the United States, and is proficient in combat shooting, security deployment, and crisis response.

The concept of loyalty has been firmly etched into their minds through generations of inheritance.