My transformation into a beautiful girl started with a hemorrhage.

He opened his eyes in confusion.

Suddenly, his secretary, Nakai Natsuko, appeared beside him, her arm bent and held horizontally in front of her, blocking the white man's hand.

It's hard to imagine that Natsuko Nakai's slender arms could have such strength to block a slap from Tony's thick arm.

"who are you?"

Tony was taken aback.

At that moment, Natsuko Nakai seized the opening, grabbed Tony's hands with both hands and pulled hard. Tony's tall body did not move at all. She used the reaction force to twist her waist and raise one leg to the height of Tony's head, aiming at his temple and shooting it away.

She was wearing a standard black high-waisted mini skirt for working women. I don't know what material it was, but it was incredibly stretchy. It had been tightly wrapped around her hips and upper thighs, highlighting her curves.

Now, with her legs almost split in a straight line, the short skirt has stretched to seven or eight times its original width, and it looks like it could easily stretch even several times wider.

Of course, what you see under Nakai Natsuko's skirt is not visible; her black stockings are made of an unknown material and are completely opaque.

'A master!'

Natsuko Nakai's attack made Tony's expression turn serious; a true expert's skill is immediately apparent from their first move.

This speed and stability of movement are not something an ordinary person can achieve.

And that's not all.

While physical strength isn't Nakai Natsuko's forte as a woman, the kinetic energy generated by her high-heeled closed shoes and pointed toes at such high speeds...

They want him dead!!

Now, with one hand pinned down and the other grabbing the slut's hair, it was too late to defend himself.

The only solution now is...

Swish!

He strained to tilt his head back, trying to avoid it.

But he didn't completely dodge; the thin heel of the high heel sliced ​​open his forehead like a sharp blade, leaving a hideous wound.

"what--!"

Tony cried out in pain. The intense pain stimulated a burst of strength that allowed him to shake off the hand that Nakai Natsuko was holding. At the same time, he also released Kanako's hair, staggered back two or three steps, covered his bleeding forehead, and warily guarded against Nakai Natsuko continuing to attack.

Instead of launching another attack, Nakai Natsuko adopted a textbook-perfect karate starting stance.

Tony's vision was blurred by the blood flowing from his forehead in one eye, but he still recognized it as a karate starting move.

He gritted his teeth, his face filled with hatred and resentment. Fighting was not his forte, and he was already injured, which obstructed his vision. He only regretted that he hadn't brought a gun with him today; otherwise, he would have killed that wretched woman.

"I'll remember you, you just wait!" Tony could only utter these harsh words before quickly leaving.

"Miss Natsuko, why did you let that bastard go?" Hayato Miyazaki asked, his tone carrying a hint of accusation.

Nakai Natsuko went to Hayato's ear and whispered that the other person was a soldier from America.

She recognized the belt on Tony's waist; it was the American military's standard belt.

When Hayato heard that the soldier was from America, he felt a little scared and a little inferior.

It's no wonder he thought that way.

From the moment he was born, television, the internet, schools, textbooks, and so on were filled with content praising America.

Having been brainwashed repeatedly for over a decade, he now sees America as a god-like place, where gold is scattered across the land, the air is filled with the breath of God, and every person is full of wisdom and power, representing advanced and outstanding humanity.

"Natsuko-nee, we attacked America's people, will we be okay?" Hayato was a little worried about America's retaliation.

Nakai Natsuko was unaware of Hayato's thoughts, much less possessed such an understanding.

The information that elites like her receive is clearly distinct from that of ordinary Japanese people, and she would never be brainwashed by such idiotic content.

"It's alright, the other party is just a low-level soldier."

"But that's America..."

"Young Master, please remember that you are now the direct descendant of the Miyazaki family. Even the officer in charge of that soldier just now would have to be very polite to you. Otherwise, he would know just how powerful the wealth accumulated by the Miyazaki family over the centuries truly is!"

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Chapter 423 Detonation

Hayato Miyanomori didn't quite understand, but looking at Natsuko's confident eyes, he was still somewhat skeptical.

In fact, he underestimated the Miyamori family and overestimated the status of the mere cannon fodder American soldiers in the army.

The Miyazaki family, as a long-established landowner in Hengju for hundreds of years, has been operating here for centuries and their influence is deeply entrenched. The American garrison really dares to push them too far.

They are fully capable of waging a local war against America. Although they cannot defeat America's army, they can still inflict several thousand casualties on America's army.

As for America, an ordinary soldier, she was just cannon fodder in the eyes of the higher-ups. Did they really think that America was like the characters in the movies, where the upper-ranking officers and lower-ranking soldiers were as close as family?

Stop dreaming.

America's status as an ordinary soldier in the army was comparable to that of a low-ranking Kuomintang soldier during the Republic of China era.

Apart from having better weapons, higher wages, and more food, American soldiers are not nearly similar to American soldiers; they are practically identical.

Tony was just making empty threats; he really couldn't afford to offend the local Japanese tycoons.

Even if he were killed by the other party, as long as the other party was willing to pay, the high command of America's army would be happy to make a big deal out of it and let it go.

Under normal circumstances.

The garrison has a good working relationship with the local strongmen.

Because there is no conflict of interest between the two sides, the targets of their exploitation are ordinary Japanese citizens.

Hayato Miyamori walked up to Kanako, knelt down, and gently asked, "Are you alright?"

"Mmm..." Kanako didn't answer, but lowered her head and sobbed, her voice filled with helplessness and pitifulness.

"It's alright, that bad guy has been chased away." Hayato reached out and gently grabbed Kanako's arm, trying to help the poor girl who had fallen to the cold ground up. "Get up quickly, the ground is cold, it's not good for a girl's health, girls should take good care of themselves!"

Hayato was quite pleased with his words, as he had seen them in a manga.

However, what he didn't know was that Kanako was secretly disgusted: How corny.

Hayato touched Kanako's arms with both hands; they felt soft and delicate, and Kanako had a strong perfume scent.

To Kouta, who is immersed in the fragrance of the body every day, this smell is only pungent and unpleasant, even a little nauseating.

However, in the eyes of a high school boy who has never experienced the pleasures of a girl.

It instantly aroused his testosterone; it smelled so good! He wanted more!

Although his life has been taken care of by a maid for the past three months, he is still a pure virgin.

He had also hoped that his future life would be like in the comics, with a blissful daily life with a beautiful maid!

However, he waited and waited, but none of the maids came to throw themselves at him.

Sometimes, when he couldn't resist, he would simply make his intentions clear to the maids.

result……

The maids who had been so respectful to him said nothing, their professional smiles still on their faces, and then finished their work and fled as if they were running away.

And from that day onward.

The maids responsible for taking care of his daily life always kept at least two of them together, no matter when or where, so that he was never left out.

He gradually sensed the maids' dislike and alienation towards him.

He was puzzled and couldn't understand why this was happening.

That's clearly not how it is in comics and anime!

The path of becoming a maid is completely closed.

As for the path of Nakai Natsuko, he... gave up on it from the very beginning.

It's not that Nakai Natsuko isn't pretty; on the contrary, her looks and demeanor are unmatched by any of the other maids.

However, Nakai Natsuko's aura was too strong; that strong woman's temperament made him feel inferior deep down.

In addition, Nakai Natsuko was his secretary, personally appointed by his father, who was responsible for teaching him common sense about high society and arranging his daily tasks.

He dared not have any improper thoughts about her anymore.

Now, facing the delicate and vulnerable Kanako who needed protection, he felt for the first time in his life that he was finally a man.

"Ouch, that hurts!" Kanako cried out as she got up.

"I'm sorry!" Hayato loosened his grip a little flusteredly, then asked with concern, "What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"

"My...legs are numb." Kanako had stopped crying. Tears shouldn't be too many, but rather just the right amount.

"What, what should I do?" Hayato wanted to reach out and rub Kanako's delicate feet, but then he thought it would be impolite to a girl, so he pulled back.

"Pfft~" Kanako was amused by Hayato's awkward action.

"Haha~" Hayato scratched the back of his head and laughed along.

Kanako suddenly said, "Thank you so much for today. My name is Kanako Uehara, and I'm a second-year student at Yamaga High School nearby. I met that foreigner on the street just now, and I don't know why he suddenly started bothering me. If it weren't for you, I really would have..."

As Kanako spoke, it was as if she was recalling something terrible. She started to cry and buried herself in Hayato's arms.

This was the first time in Hayato's life that a beautiful girl had worshipped him like a hero, and he felt an immense sense of satisfaction.

Seeing Kanako snuggle into his arms, he was a little flustered. He could only feel the size of her breasts while gently patting her backside, repeatedly comforting her, "It's okay, it's okay, it's all in the past..."

Her crying was half genuine pain and half an act.

She noticed that the car Hayato was riding in was the kind of car that only the wealthy could see on TV.

Furthermore, the woman next to Hayato calls him "Young Master," making him undoubtedly a second or even nth generation heir.

Most importantly, this young master from a wealthy family is so innocent, just like those boys in school who have never seen a woman before.

It would be an absolute crime for her not to take such a lucrative opportunity.

'Anyway, as long as he's willing to spend money on her, and let her hold her hand and kiss her, it doesn't count as deceiving him.'

Kanako Uehara had her eye on Hayato's money.

However, she is still young, and she is unwilling to give up love for money like a middle-aged woman in her twenties, and to compromise herself by marrying into a wealthy family and becoming a rich wife who only has money.