Only I Follow the Law: An Unorthodox Tokyo Cultivation Routine

"Tell me, Xiaoyou, why did you buy this? Do you have some kind of special hobby, wanting me to punish you with a whip when you make a mistake?"

Meiyue folded the whip in half, holding both ends with her hands, and pulled it back and forth a couple of times, making a crisp snapping sound. Her red lips curled slightly, and her smile was meaningful.

Her bright face, paired with her police uniform, instantly reminded Han Chuanyou of classic prison scenes where guards discipline inmates.

But he didn't have that kind of taste. Rather than being whipped by Meiyue, he preferred to do the opposite, disciplining Meiyue and spanking her.

"It's just a normal whip, Mizuki, don't you think it's cool?"

Han Chuan You attempted to explain this situation using the term "chuunibyou" (a Japanese term for someone with delusions of grandeur).

"But this box of yours is anything but proper, and look at the brand logo on the packaging. Don't think I don't know what kind of product it is."

"How did you know, Mizuki?"

Han Chuanyou blinked, seizing the loophole in her statement.

He instantly understood.

You, Mizuki, you've been having quite a wild time behind the scenes, haven't you? You must have bought this kind of thing before, right?

Han Chuan Mei Yue was speechless for a moment, regretting that she had let something slip, and felt extremely ashamed and annoyed.

She's already twenty-seven, and Han Chuanyou can't quench her thirst for the time being. She's been suppressing her desires for too long, so of course she needs to find something to relieve it.

This is quite common among older single women, but when Han Chuanyou discovered it, she felt that the image she had built in front of him was ruined.

"Don't give me that nonsense. Don't tell me you bought this so you could use it on me."

"You know what, I've actually had that idea." Han Chuan You nodded seriously.

"Get out of here! Today I'm going to show you who's in charge in this family. You think you can boss me around? Dream on."

Han Chuan Mei Yue lunged forward, attempting to reassert her elder sister's authority in order to mask her inner embarrassment.

She straddled the boy's waist, pinning his back down, pressed one hand against his shoulder blade, and raised the whip, ready to give him a few lashes on the buttocks.

For the former Han Chuanyou, this posture was indeed difficult to break free from, but for him now, this amount of suppression was no different from tickling.

He gently parted Mizuki's thighs, used his back to push, and flipped over, completely reversing their positions.

By the time Meiyue realized what was happening, he had already flipped her over and pinned her to his lap, her buttocks sticking up high in a position so shameful that her ears burned instantly.

"you!"

Mizuki struggled for a moment, only to find that the guy's arm was as solid as iron and wouldn't budge.

The whip was dipped in iodine solution to disinfect it while being used.

But it will still leave a wound.

However, Han Chuanyou has a more advanced version that, when combined with the spiritual power of the Sweet Dew Technique, eliminates this problem.

He first admired the full, rounded curves before him, then hooked his finger up the hem of the police skirt, revealing a peach-like shape encased in black safety shorts.

It's very good, the protection is very appropriate, but it's a bit of a hindrance at home.

He gently swung his hand down, and the moment it touched her skin, Mizuki's body trembled slightly.

After a slight pain, a warm sensation seeped into the skin from the point of impact, a tingling, numb feeling that made the whole body feel weak.

She bit her lower lip to keep herself from making any strange noises.

"You...you bastard..."

Her voice was muffled in her throat, and her mature cheeks were as red as ripe apples.

Han Chuanyou couldn't suppress the smile on her lips as she looked at her sister's embarrassed and annoyed expression.

"Mizuki, now you know who's in charge in this house?"

A faint blush rose on Meiyue's cheeks. She turned her head away and said angrily, "Xiaoyou, you'd better let go of me, or you'll make me angry."

"Meiyue, you promise me that after I let you go, you won't retaliate against me, and you won't kick me out of the house."

As he spoke, Han Chuanyou gave her another light, painless slap.

Mizuki let out another soft, ambiguous moan.

"Mmm..."

She took a deep breath: "I promise..."

It just sounds like something out of a gritted-teeth voice.

But what could Han Chuan You do? He couldn't just keep her there; he couldn't control her forever.

Having just gotten up from Han Chuan You's suppression, Han Chuan Mei Yue wanted to fight back, but her body was limp and she was easily subdued by him again.

This time, Han Chuanyou pressed her down directly, the two facing each other, their breaths filling the air between them, and she could feel the distinct pressure in front of her.

He admired Meiyue's fair and delicate oval face, and said with a smile:

"Let's stop here. You're the best, Mizuki. Please forgive your brother this once."

As he spoke, Han Chuanyou touched the tip of her nose with his lips.

Han Chuan Mei Yue turned her face away, her expression cold, and remained silent.

Seeing that she didn't react, Han Chuanyou tried to kiss her rosy, full lips again, but Meiyue blocked him with her palm.

"Let me go."

The voice clearly showed some dissatisfaction.

"Alright." Han Chuanyou knew when to stop, so he immediately got up, took her hand and pulled her up, and said with a smile, "I'm hungry, Meiyue, it's time to cook."

"There's no food to eat, so just go hungry."

Han Chuan Mei Yue put her legs together and pulled her skirt down a little.

"Please, Mizuki, I was wrong. I was just kidding. Please don't take it seriously."

Han Chuanyou hugged her arm and shook it, just like when she was a child and begged for her forgiveness.

Han Chuan Mei Yue narrowed her eyes, her gaze still dangerous: "Bend over and I'll give you a few slaps and then I'll forgive you."

Han Chuanyou immediately shook his head: "This is really not possible. It concerns my dignity as a man."

"What about my dignity as the eldest sister?"

Han Chuanyou leaned on her shoulder, a smile playing on his lips: "It's nothing, right? Anyway, Meiyue, you'll be under me sooner or later. Besides this, Meiyue, I'll do anything you want."

Don't give me that silly grin.

What could Han Chuan Mei Yue do to him? She couldn't possibly kick him out of the house.

She gave him a reproachful look: "I'm going to cook."

"I love you to death, Mizuki."

That's why he loves Miyuki so much.

……

Night falls.

With Earth Escape Technique and Wind Control Technique activated alternately, Han Chuan You's figure swiftly traversed the Tokyo night.

He emerged silently from the exterior wall of a building, his figure soaring into the air like a night bird, disappearing in a flash amidst the neon lights of the city.

The next second, he emerged from another building. To him, the entire city was nothing more than an unobstructed wilderness.

If you were to ask where the most chaotic place in Tokyo is, Adachi Ward would definitely be on the list, where theft, robbery, and violent fights occur almost daily.

And this is also his destination tonight.

The border area between Adachi Ward and Arakawa Ward, in particular, is a melting pot of all sorts of people, where countless crimes are hidden.

When he walked out of a secluded alley, he had changed his appearance and looked like an ordinary office worker.

To be honest, this was his first time here. Although he had heard about the situation here before, the scene in front of him still surprised him.

Garbage was everywhere, and there was an indescribable stench in the air. Various notices about crime regulations posted by the police could be seen on the walls.

Witnessing these scenes, and recalling those comments about how clean island nations are, Han Chuan You could only laugh. Even in a safe place like Nakano Ward, there are still many dirty and chaotic areas.

It's easy to imagine how ignorant someone is to say something like that.

He released the paper puppets, constantly shifting his perspective as he searched the surrounding area for his target for the night.

Before long, the roar of a motorcycle engine came from behind, growing louder as it approached.

Han Chuan You turned his head away.

Not far away, a lone woman with a shoulder bag was walking along the roadside, having just finished her night shift.

The motorcycle roared past her, and the man on the back, wearing a full-face helmet, suddenly reached out and grabbed the shoulder strap of her bag.

The woman screamed as she was dragged to the ground and pulled for three or four meters, losing one of her shoes in the process.

She clung tightly to the bag strap, refusing to let go. Inside was her newly received salary, money for her child's medical medicine; she couldn't let it be taken away.

As she was dragged, her body scraped against the rough asphalt, making a dull, grating sound. Her clothes tore, and her skin burned with pain, but she gritted her teeth and refused to let go.

Seeing that she still wouldn't let go, the man in the back seat pulled out a switchblade from his pocket, deflected the blade, and swung it at her wrist.

The woman screamed in terror and finally let go. Her handbag was snatched away, and she collapsed on the roadside, covered in injuries, her eyes filled with despair.

With the bag in hand, the person on the back seat let out a strange cry, and the motorcycle suddenly accelerated, the engine roaring loudly as it charged straight toward Han Chuan You.

Seeing this, Han Chuanyou's eyes suddenly turned cold.

A drive-by robbery, complete with a knife—that's incredibly audacious.