Only I Follow the Law: An Unorthodox Tokyo Cultivation Routine

Kendo training is over.

Anna's literature club had an emergency, so Yagyu Tsurune had to wait for her. After cleaning her protective gear, Hanukawa, who had nothing else to do, decided to wait with her.

The members who were cleaning the dojo said goodbye to the two of them and left together, leaving only the two of them.

Han Chuan You, bored while waiting, said, "Xu Yin, give me your hand."

"What are you doing?"

Yagyu Genon looked at him with a puzzled expression. The setting sun shone in through the window and gently fell on the girl's face, giving her cool and aloof temperament a warm hue.

Although she didn't understand, she still reached out her hand, like a bewildered, cold-faced kitten.

Han Chuanyou took her hand, and in her astonished gaze, lifted the hem of his shirt and pressed it against his abdomen. Afraid that she wouldn't feel it, he even rubbed it for her.

"Don't my muscles have any appeal to you new-generation beauties?"

Beneath his palm were well-defined muscle lines, warm and powerful. Yagyu Genon's cheeks flushed red at a visible speed, spreading from his ears all the way to his neck.

She glared at him, embarrassed and annoyed, biting her lower lip, her eyes glistening with a thin layer of tears, and her voice stammering:

"Are you... are you a thug?"

The girl's shyness outweighed everything else.

Han Chuanyou breathed a sigh of relief:

"It seems that's not the case. I'm relieved. Otherwise, it would be such a waste to build all these muscles but not be able to bring out any charm."

"What do you mean it's not a pity..."

Yagyu Genon muttered softly, but her hand was still pressed against his abdomen, as if she had forgotten about it.

Han Chuanyou ignored her quiet protest and teased her with a smile:

"By the way, I've let you touch me, so let me touch you too. I want to know if there's any difference between the muscles of men and women."

"Pervert, dream on." Yagyu Genon instantly pulled her hand back, clutched her stomach, and moved to the side, wishing she could get as far away from this scoundrel as possible.

"I don't even care that you touched me, so why do you care?"

"Can boys and girls be the same?"

Han Chuan You pouted: "So stingy."

"Sister, I'm here! Senior's here too?"

The door to the activity room was pushed open, and Anna Yagyu appeared in the doorway.

"Anna, it's just in time. I'm currently conducting a very rigorous scientific research project and I need your cooperation."

"What is it?" Anna Yagyu quickly came to him, looking very obedient and small. "As long as it can help you, senpai, I'm fine with it."

"Good, very good." Han Chuanyou patted her head with satisfaction. "Let me touch your belly."

Anna Yagyu had been enjoying his head pat, but upon hearing this, she instinctively clutched the hem of her clothes, her face flushing red, looking both shy and unsure how to refuse.

"Is that so...?"

Seeing that her younger sister was actually hesitating about whether to agree, Yagyu Tsurune wished she could kick that shameless guy away.

She shoved Han Chuanyou aside, took her sister's hand, and walked out, saying, "Ignore this scoundrel, let's go."

Han Chuanyou followed behind at a leisurely pace, his hands in his pockets and a pleasant smile on his lips.

On the surface, he was teasing the minister's sister, but in reality, he wanted to see the minister's reaction. He just loved seeing the minister look both embarrassed and annoyed, yet helpless against him.

So cute!

I really do have a wicked sense of humor.

……

The Hanchuan family.

"I'm back."

As soon as Han Chuanyou entered, he smelled a rich fragrance.

He dropped his schoolbag and went to the kitchen.

"Mizuki, what are we having for dinner today? It smells so good!"

Beneath the apron, Meiyue's waist appeared even more slender, revealing her alluring figure and exuding the charm of a virtuous wife and loving mother.

"I'm having Boston lobster today. I bought two; one to make rice and the other to make stir-fried with scallions."

"So lavish."

Seeing that the stir-fried lobster with scallions had been taken out of the pot and placed aside, Han Chuanyou picked up a piece of lobster meat and put it in her mouth. The scallion flavor was rich, the texture was chewy, and it was fresh, sweet and juicy.

"Mmm...delicious."

Han Chuan Meiyue glanced at him: "How pathetic, can't you use chopsticks?"

"It tastes better when you eat with your hands; it gives you a primal, satisfying feeling of eating meat in big bites."

Han Chuan You picked up another piece and brought it to Mizuki's lips:

"You should try some too."

While preparing the dishes, Han Chuan Mei Yue turned her head and opened her lips, seemingly unintentionally putting his finger into her mouth as well.

As his fingers sank into her moist and warm mouth, he could feel Mizuki's nimble and smooth tongue circling around his fingertips, making Han Chuan You shudder involuntarily.

Before he could retaliate with his finger, Mizuki casually spat it out.

Han Chuanyou looked at his damp fingers, feeling a slight chill as they touched the air.

"Mizuki, did you do this on purpose?"

Han Chuan Meiyue's lips curled slightly, her charming peach blossom eyes carrying a hint of cunning: "What do you mean by intentional or not? I'd say you deliberately put your finger in my mouth, you little pervert..."

Han Chuan You had nothing to say, and in the end could only...

"Smack."

With a crisp sound, Han Chuan Mei Yue covered her back and glared at him:

"What are you doing?"

"This is punishment, Mizuki, hurry up, I'm starving."

Han Chuanyou bowed slightly, then turned and left.

What's so difficult about teasing fingers with that tongue? She'll get what's coming to her.

Han Chuan Mei Yue watched his retreating figure and smiled.

It seems he couldn't resist his own temptation.

You make yourself miserable every day, now I'll make you miserable too.

That evening, Han Chuan You slipped out of the house again.

I haven't properly tried out the newly acquired Wind Control Technique yet, so I'll use it tonight to practice.

He stood on the roof of a detached house, about five meters above the ground, the night wind brushing past his ears, carrying a slight chill.

Activate the Wind Control Technique.

Instantly, a thin air cushion, about two or three centimeters thick, rose up beneath my feet, making me feel as if I were enveloped in an invisible cocoon of wind, and my body felt lighter.

With a light leap, his body soared into the air like a feather, jumping three or four meters high and covering a distance of more than ten meters.

In mid-air, he spread his arms slightly and slowly descended to the ground in a gliding motion. The wind whistled through his fingers and his clothes fluttered. The sense of freedom that was almost like flying made him want to shout out in his heart how exhilarating it was.

Not enough.

With a thought, he activated the Earth Escape Technique. The concrete beneath his feet seemed to transform into an invisible surface of water, and his body silently sank into it, rapidly disappearing towards the shadow of the tallest building in the distance.

Not long after, he emerged from the ground on the roof of the hundred-meter-high building. The night wind was particularly strong there, making it almost impossible for him to open his eyes.

He took a deep breath, activated the Wind Control Technique again, and leaped down.

Like a leaf lifted by the wind, my body moved lightly between the high-rise buildings, with glass curtain walls rushing past me, reflecting the mottled light and shadow of neon lights.

He passed by the side of an office building, and his eyes were suddenly drawn to the view through a certain window.

It appeared to be a company, the lights were dim, and it looked like people had already left work. A woman with a hot figure, her stockings torn, was working overtime with her hands on the glass, while someone was supervising her from behind.

The woman was exhausted and covered in sweat. Her office lady outfit was undone, and her skin, partially exposed, glistened under the warm light. Her two trembling breasts were extremely eye-catching and made people dizzy.

Goodness, what an office drama! Rich people really know how to play this game.

It looks a bit fake, though? But the butt is pretty good, big enough.

But she is still not as good as Mizuki.

A dark shadow flashed past the woman in front of the glass curtain wall, startling her.

She screamed, thinking someone had jumped off the building, and looked down, but saw nothing.

Am I seeing things?

Here, Han Chuan You lightly leaped onto the GG sign, finally landing in a deserted little park.

This gliding flight covered a distance of approximately two kilometers in just about one and a half minutes, which was even faster than a simple earth-遁术 (earth-遁术 is a type of magic or technique).

Moreover, compared to the Earth Escape Technique, the Wind Control Technique, which is only of the Yellow Rank and of high quality, is even more energy-efficient.

The only downside is that it's too conspicuous and only suitable for nighttime use.

With another means of transportation available, Han Chuanyou was quite pleased.