Only I Follow the Law: An Unorthodox Tokyo Cultivation Routine

As Han Chuan Meiyue stuffed the clothes from the laundry basket into the washing machine, she looked up and saw Han Chuan You coming out shirtless.

Under the light, the boy's skin, fresh from a bath, glowed with a healthy sheen. His chest muscles were firm yet not overly large, his eight-pack abs were clearly defined, and his V-lines extended down his sides, disappearing beneath the towel around his waist.

Han Chuan Meiyue surveyed the scene with her eyes, the hormones emanating from her making her throat a little dry.

This guy's physique is getting better and better, he must be trying to seduce me, right?

"What kind of lewd behavior is this? Why aren't you wearing any clothes?"

Han Chuan You leaned against the sink: "It's almost May, and I'm a bit hot after the bath. I'll put it on later. Mizuki, your gaze is so intense. Do you want to see more clearly?"

As he spoke, he placed his hand on the edge of the bath towel, about to pull it open.

Hanchuan Mizuki showed no embarrassment whatsoever, crossing her arms and giving a playful look:

"Come on, let me see how much you've grown, whether you're still the same little kid you used to be."

"They've really come."

Han Chuan You pretended to untie it.

After trying it two or three times, Meiyue didn't shy away at all, and her face didn't show the slightest bit of embarrassment. He couldn't help but feel bored, so he simply pulled her away.

When Han Chuan Mei Yue saw the boxer shorts inside, she curled her lip in disinterest: "Tch, I thought you were some kind of pervert."

But this brat has really grown up.

Han Chuan You felt inexplicably humiliated. How come he felt that not being perverted enough was a flaw in Mizuki's eyes?

"I showed you, Mizuki, what style are you wearing today? Let me see."

"Dream on."

Han Chuan Mei Yue tried to push him away, but he grabbed her wrist and pinned her to the washbasin behind her.

She couldn't help but scold playfully, "What are you trying to do now? You're getting more and more disrespectful. Get out of the way."

What do you think?

Han Chuanyou tried circulating his cultivation technique, releasing a faint fluctuation of spiritual energy. He stared at her and uttered a startling statement.

"Mizuki, do you want to eat me?"

He reached out and embraced Meiyue's supple waist, pressing her full, soft body against his chest, his gaze fixed intently on her bright and beautiful oval face.

At this moment, in Han Chuan Mei Yue's eyes, the boy in front of her suddenly seemed exceptionally alluring.

I want to spread my legs and let him have his way...

That's what she's thinking right now.

Han Chuanyou lowered his head slightly and continued his attack, his voice slightly low:

"Mizuki, do you want to kiss me? Don't hold back, you can."

Han Chuan Mei Yue looked at the boy in front of her, her eyes fixed on his face, her gaze becoming increasingly unfocused, and she quickly convinced herself.

There's nothing wrong with kissing, right? We already kissed last time...

Her feelings grew stronger, and finally, she reached out and hooked her arm around the boy, tilted her long neck back, and brought her lips close to his.

Warm, sweet, and smooth like jelly, a sense of satisfaction welled up in Han Chuanyou's heart.

He stopped practicing his martial arts.

It's enough to take advantage of the small thing and test the power of the technique.

Just now, I only gently stirred up the emotions hidden in the other person's heart, making her slightly release her suppressed feelings; I didn't use my full strength.

Even with such a slight influence, Mizuki could barely control herself; she was far too sexually repressed.

Meiyue was very good to him. It was only a matter of time before he was devoured by her or she devoured him, but he respected her and did not want to do it in a way that ignored her wishes.

However... this technique is indeed very powerful.

Even now, when one's mental energy cannot be projected outward, it can still alter people's perceptions. How powerful would the effect be once one's mental energy is sufficient?

The two locked eyes. The boy's eyes were smiling, and the warmth of his lips was clear and obvious. Han Chuan Mei Yue gradually came to her senses, somewhat incredulous.

I had just had the idea of ​​killing this kid on the spot.

She raised her hand and placed it on Han Chuanyou's chest, pushing him away, her breathing becoming somewhat heavy.

Han Chuanyou clutched his chest, feigning injury: "Mizuki, you're so annoying, you actually turned your back on me."

Han Chuan Mei Yue composed herself and glared at him: "Don't give me that crazy reaction. You should be grateful if he kisses you first. Move aside, the washing machine isn't even turned on."

She pushed the other person aside, adjusted the washing mode, and pressed the start button.

It was just a kiss, nothing serious, and I didn't lose anything. It's just that I was in a daze just now, which is really bothering me.

Why was she so sexually frustrated? She glanced at the boy beside her again, still not understanding why she had been so proactive just now.

In the end, she simply attributed it to her having suppressed her emotions for too long.

"Mizuki, your lips are so sweet, want another one?"

"Dream on." Han Chuan Meiyue glanced down, her smile exceptionally alluring. "If you can't control yourself, you won't be your side dish."

She's so enchanting...

Han Chuan You bent down again: "Mi Yue, don't look at me like that, it makes me shy."

"Oh……"

……

The Hashimoto family.

In his luxuriously decorated study, Hashimoto Fumio sat upright behind his large desk, his expression solemn. After these days of meticulous planning, he was determined to succeed in the upcoming siege.

He turned to look at his eldest son, who was standing to the side awaiting instructions.

"Aoyama, have you taken care of everything at the Metropolitan Police Department?"

"Everything has been taken care of."

Hashimoto Aoyama bowed slightly.

"At that time, all the major roads around will be blocked by the police, and our people will be lying in ambush at the live broadcast site. No irrelevant people will be allowed to approach and interfere."

"Very good." Hashimoto Fumio nodded, a cold glint in his eyes. "You can prepare to throw out the bait and bring the person up."

"Yes."

A moment later, a middle-aged man with a refined appearance was dragged in by two thugs. He had been tortured for the past two days; his suit was covered in filth, his hair was disheveled, several of his fingers were broken, and he looked extremely miserable.

"So you're the one investigating our Hashimoto family lately? You've got some nerve."

Fukuda Shinya raised his head, knowing his life was in danger, and spat out a mouthful of blood-tinged saliva:

"You bunch of parasites of the nation... You deserve to be punished by Death. Just you wait, Death will avenge me. I'll be waiting for you in hell..."

Hashimoto Fumio's face darkened, and two thugs immediately began punching and kicking Fukuda. The dull thuds of the blows and the painful groans echoed in the study.

"Alright." Hashimoto waved his hand. "Don't kill him. Take him away and make sure the manpower is properly arranged. There can't be any mistakes."

"Yes."

Fukuda Shinya was dragged away, still cursing under his breath, his voice growing fainter and fainter until it disappeared at the end of the corridor.

Hashimoto leaned back in his chair and tapped his fingers lightly on the desk.

This was the Hashimoto family's plan: to send someone to impersonate the Grim Reaper and publicly execute "evil" on live broadcast.

Fukuda Shinya will become the first sacrifice under the "Grim Reaper's" blade, accused of being an unscrupulous media reporter who deceived the public.

In this way, they could both deter enemies who coveted the Hashimoto family and force the real Grim Reaper to show himself.

Even if Death doesn't come, the Hashimoto family still has many enemies. If killing one isn't enough, kill two, three, until Death willingly steps into the encirclement.

"Father."

Hashimoto Aoyama hesitated for a moment, then lowered his voice.

"The Metropolitan Police Department said that Death might be involved next door, and they're sending someone from America to investigate. I'm worried that if that's true, we'll..."

Hashimoto raised his hand to stop him from saying anything more.

"This is just their speculation. If it really involves the super soldier program next door, or some high-tech weaponry..."

He paused, his voice lowering.

"Then we accept our fate."

He stood up, walked to the window, and turned his back to his son.

"Moreover, faced with such a sudden situation, they may not even have time to make arrangements. We still have the initiative. Qing Shi and Qing Shu must not have died in vain."

The Hashimoto family is now gambling, and this gambling has nothing to do with their neighbors. They're gambling on the so-called Grim Reaper, which is nothing but a charade.

This gambler's mentality has long been a standard tactic for them.

From the fate of the nation to the trivialities of daily life.

We won, everyone's happy.

They've lost; they have nothing left to lose.

Death is the sword of Damocles hanging over the Hashimoto family; if they don't get rid of him, the Hashimoto family will be the ones to disappear.

Hashimoto Fumio turned around, his gaze falling on his son's face, his voice unusually calm.

"Go and prepare."

Hashimoto Aoyama nodded and replied, "Yes."