Only I Follow the Law: An Unorthodox Tokyo Cultivation Routine

He sat down next to Kujou Kitsune and saw the girl hand him a bank card.

Han Chuanyou didn't answer, instead looking puzzled: "What? Are you planning to take care of me?"

Nine fox feathers crossed her legs and raised her beautiful eyebrows:

"If you're interested, we can switch to a sugar daddy/sugar baby relationship."

"Dream on." Han Chuan You shook his head and said seriously, "Someone as outstanding as me is destined not to be enjoyed by one person alone. You are too selfish."

"Narcissistic." Kujou Kitsune was used to his behavior and explained, "This is to repay you for risking your life to save me last time. Take it."

Han Chuanyou glanced down at the black and gold card, but didn't immediately take it: "How much money is inside?"

Kujo Kitsune rested her chin on her hand, speaking casually: "This is a supplementary card from the Kujo family trust. The beneficial rights have been transferred to you. You'll receive about one million yen every month. Here you go. The password is your birthday."

It's not that we don't want to give more; no matter how much money we give, it's just a drop in the ocean for the Kujo family.

This was a decision she made after discussing it with her mother. As a high school student from an ordinary family, Han Chuanyou's biggest challenge was not acquiring money, but keeping it.

Receiving a large sum of money suddenly might not be a good thing. If Han Chuanyou develops bad habits because of the money they gave him, that's something they don't want to see. That wouldn't be repaying a debt of gratitude, but rather harming him.

It's not that I don't trust Han Chuanyou's character, it's just that human nature can't withstand the test.

One million a month is enough for him to live a life of comfort and wealth, far exceeding that of most people.

Han Chuanyou stared at the card, remaining silent for a moment.

He now knows what it's like to be a kept man.

This gigolo is definitely worth it; it's really delicious.

With a million a month, my current salary is even higher than Mei Yue's; I can truly make money just by lying down every day.

Han Chuanyou coughed, no longer standing on ceremony, took the bank card and shoved it into his pocket, saying seriously:

"Tell me, Kujo-kun, who do you want me to kill?"

Kujo Kitsune was quite satisfied with his attitude of doing things for money, completely unaware that he was telling the truth.

"You don't need to kill anyone, just take good care of me at school."

"No problem, would you like me to give you a massage?"

Seeing his eager expression, Kujou Kitsune narrowed his eyes, a sly smile playing on his lips.

"Trying to take advantage of me?"

"Of course not." Han Chuan Yu clutched his chest. "Kujo-kun is so generous, I think I'm falling in love with you."

Meeting the boy's smiling gaze and hearing his straightforward words, Kujou Kitsune was slightly taken aback.

"I'm lying, but my legs are indeed a bit sore after running in PE class."

She turned her head away, raised her slender legs, and unceremoniously placed them on Han Chuanyou's knees. She leaned back into the soft cushions, her eyes half-closed, her expression languid.

"It's up to you now, let's begin."

Han Chuan You hadn't expected that this young lady would actually ask him to give her a massage.

He lowered his head and looked at those long, beautiful legs. The calves, encased in slightly sheer black stockings, had smooth and graceful lines.

With your hand on your leg, the texture of the high-end stockings immediately comes through, making you want to handle them carefully.

Since that's the case, he won't stand on ceremony.

He took off the girl's indoor shoes and began to massage her from her ankles.

Kujou Kitsune has a well-maintained figure, with just the right amount of flesh on her feet.

His fingertips slowly pushed upwards along the Achilles tendon, and a few strands of the spiritual power of the Sweet Dew Technique seeped into the muscles through his fingertips.

Kujou's breathing paused almost imperceptibly. She turned her head, pretending to look at the scenery outside the window, but her eyelashes trembled slightly.

Han Chuanyou felt the beauty of the girl's body, and his hand continued to move upward, past the back of her knees, and landed on her thigh.

The soft flesh peeking out from under the stockings revealed a unique sexiness. Without the stockings as a barrier, the warm skin pressed directly against his palm, full of elasticity, firm yet supple, perfectly showcasing the unique vitality of a young girl.

Rather than a massage, it would be more accurate to say that Han Chuan You was taking advantage of the situation.

The thighs are more sensitive than the calves, and Kujou's body tensed up for a moment again.

She bit her lower lip, swallowing back the soft moan that almost escaped her lips, and placed the back of her hand against her lips, pretending to just clear her throat.

"Hmph...that's enough..."

Her voice was softer than usual as she tried to suppress the strange feeling in her body.

Upon hearing this, Han Chuanyou released his grip, his fingertips leaving her thigh.

He silently lamented the loss.

The massage ended, and the atmosphere became somewhat romantic.

Kujou's cheeks flushed as she recalled the unique sensation that had arisen deep within her body just now.

How can it feel so good? It feels so good I almost kicked this guy away.

Han Chuanyou asked with a smile, "How was my technique?"

"good."

Nine Fox Feathers straightened his back and resumed his proper sitting posture, feeling somewhat thirsty.

"Miss, lunch has been delivered to you."

The door was pushed open, and Harada Yuka pushed the food cart in.

As soon as she entered, she sensed the slightly romantic atmosphere in the lounge.

The young lady's breathing was slightly rapid, and her cheeks were slightly flushed, while Han Chuanyou next to her looked satisfied, as if something embarrassing had just happened.

Yuka felt that she had come at the wrong time.

"Miss Maid."

Han Chuan You greeted him.

"Just call me Yuka."

Harada Yuka pushed the food cart in and placed the dishes on the table one by one.

"Then let's call her Yuuka-nee."

Han Chuan You is currently on a hot streak.

"Yuka-nee, have you been feeling tired lately? Kujo-kun just had some treatment with me and she feels great. Would you like to try it too?"

What...what?

Is the son-in-law going to give it a try with me?

Harada Yuka lowered her head, looking obedient.

"Well... um... if... if the young master wishes, and the young lady also needs my help to share the burden, I..."

Before she could finish speaking, Kujou Kitsune first rolled her eyes at Hanukawa Yuu:

"I've already told you not to harass my subordinates, Yuka. This is none of your business. You may leave."

"Okay, let me know when you're done eating, Miss, and I'll come and clear the table."

Harada Yuka snapped out of her daze, her cheeks flushed red, and fled in panic.

Han Chuan You got up, picked up the bento box, and put it in the microwave:

"Your maid is so easily embarrassed, even though you look so mature. By the way, how old is Yuka-nee?"

Kujou Kitsune stood up and sat down at the dining table: "Where are you referring to?"

What do you think?

Kujou Kitsuneha recalled for a moment: "There should be an E."

Han Chuan You looked puzzled.

"Am I that twisted in your eyes?"

"No?" Kujou Kitsune seemed to suddenly realize something. "Are you asking about age? Yuka seems to be twenty-three years old this year."

The microwave dinged, and Han Chuan You opened it, took out the heated bento box, and nodded in agreement.

"That's big enough."

Meeting Kujou Kitsune's freakish gaze, Hanakawa Yu added, "I was talking about age."

"Who knows?" Kujou Kitsune's lips curled slightly, a hint of pleasure in her expression. She gracefully picked up her knife and fork. "Let's eat."

During the meal, Kujou Kitsune picked up the remote control next to her and casually turned on the TV.

Then, a news article caught my eye.

[The Grim Reaper has released a preview, announcing that he will be live-streaming the trial of sinners tomorrow night at 8 PM.]

The accompanying image shows a bespectacled man with a pitiful appearance, standing next to a mysterious figure wearing a Shura mask and holding a long sword.

Han Chuanyou's eyes were unreadable.

Another guy impersonating me and causing trouble.