I signed in with Super Power in Tokyo

Yukinoshita Haruno, who had just rushed home and sat down, looked at her mother's gentle behavior in surprise, and was a little unable to believe that this was the cold and strong woman in her memory.

Yang No glanced at the three people present with an inexplicable look, then she showed a sweet and sunny smile, approached Amamiya intimately, and was full of gratitude to the boy who saved her beloved sister.

The tight-fitting pink shirt on the upper body highlights the plump and juicy fruits. The texture is delicate and soft, and the buttons are like soldiers with arrows drawn, as if they may jump off at any time.

She wore a pair of light blue jeans that covered her round and firm buttocks. Her plump thighs and slender waist together created a perfect body curve.

"It's been a long time since our home has been so lively. Mr. Amamiya is our great benefactor. It would be very rude if we fail to entertain him well."

As she spoke, she inadvertently hugged the boy's arm into her chest. The soft and elastic touch made Amamiya afraid to act rashly, so he had to let her pull him to sit in his seat.

Yukino, who was standing next to her, watched her sister shamelessly using her breasts to gouge her lover, and the cold expression on her face became even gloomier. He was obviously her man, and she obviously still had a lot of room for growth.

"It's my first visit, so I made some handmade cookies as a gift. I hope they will suit Mrs. Yukinoshita and Miss Haruno's tastes."

Amemiya felt that the atmosphere seemed a little strange, and quickly took out the reheated biscuits and handed them to the three people, trying to ease the uneasy premonition in this way.

Mrs. Yukinoshita and Yang No's beautiful eyes lit up slightly. They didn't expect that the boy in front of them could actually cook, which added weight to their already good impression of him.

Two pairs of delicate hands each picked up a biscuit and put it into their respective pink lips, and an immersive sweet taste burst out as they chewed.

The forgotten hidden effect of cooking skills was triggered again. The two pairs of beautiful legs under the table couldn't help but close together, and a sweet moan came from their throats.

Amemiya broke out in a cold sweat on his back in an instant. He actually forgot about this. I wonder if they thought he had put something strange in it.

Fortunately, both mother and daughter were people with extremely strong psychological qualities, and they were born with very good control of micro-expressions. On the surface, they calmly commented that his cooking skills were beyond imagination, but secretly, they kept their legs together and entangled with each other, as if something was about to overflow.

After this little episode, the formal lunch began. They all put their biscuits carefully into their pockets, as if they wanted to savor them later.

...

Amemiya calmed down and began to eat the delicacies in front of him. After all, there were not many opportunities to eat such high-quality ingredients. In addition, with his financial strength, he was afraid that he could not afford a whole meal. So, of course he had to eat more when he had this opportunity, so that he would not feel in vain when he came all the way to Chiba.

The boy's natural and unrestrained attitude made the three girls present smile even more. This sincere and natural performance just catered to the strike zone in their hearts. The expressions on their faces became more relaxed and natural, as if they had taken off the masks they usually wore tightly.

After a lunch that was enjoyable for both hosts and guests, Mrs. Yukinoshita expressed her desire to talk to Amamiya alone, and asked if it would be convenient for her to go out for a walk in the afternoon.

Amemiya naturally agreed to the request as the host urged. Anyway, Yukino had not told him what other plans she had for the day.

Seeing that he agreed, Mrs. Yukinoshita raised a charming smile. In this family, her two daughters were not close to her. Because of her background as a county councilor and a construction company, she did not have anyone with whom she could communicate on a daily basis.

From the way Yukino looked at him, it was clear that the experienced Mrs. Yukinoshita had already seen through her daughter's thoughts. This interview was somewhat like a mother-in-law testing her son-in-law, as well as a desire to confide in herself that had been building up in her heart for many years.

...

After a brief rest and saying goodbye to Yukino, Amemiya followed Mrs. Yukinoshita into a luxury car bound for an unknown destination. The driver of the car was a man with a hooked nose and a falcon-like look, looking like a man with a rebellious mind.

However, those who can open construction companies in Japan always have some xx background, and Amemiya doesn't want to get involved in things that have nothing to do with him.

However, when he got in the car, he saw the driver seemed to be spraying something that looked like air freshener, and the smell was quite fresh and pleasant. Maybe this was the requirement of a wealthy family, so he did not remind Mrs. Yukinoshita.

The scenery outside the window changed as the car drove. The two people sitting in the back seat chatted quietly, but the atmosphere was a little weird.

"Amamiya-kun, I'll get straight to the point, are you willing to marry into the Yukinoshita family?

Both I and Yukino are very satisfied with you. You just need to nod your agreement, and you can get married right after graduation."

Mrs. Yukinoshita looked at the handsome boy in front of her with a confident expression. Because it was the holiday, Amemiya did not deliberately hide her appearance. The perfect Tokyo handsome boy, coupled with his youthful spirit and calmness that seemed to have experienced many things and could handle them with ease, gently moved the heartstrings of even a mature and charming woman like Mrs. Yukinoshita.

There is no difference between women and men. They all always like eighteen-year-olds.

"What a joke. I don't really understand why we are talking about marrying into the Yukinoshita family. Besides, Yukinoshita-san and I are just friends. We have no plans to date for now, and I already have a girlfriend."

Amemiya stared at the beautiful woman in front of him with an expression he had expected, and suddenly felt like a little white rabbit caught in a trap, huddled in the corner and trembling.

"For a family like ours, as long as it does not affect the normal marriage, it is normal for the husband to have a few mistresses outside.

I believe that Yukino will accept this helplessness in order to be with you. I saw her persistence in that child's eyes.

Besides, is it so unattractive for you to ascend to heaven overnight and have a beautiful woman in your arms, even if the price is just to marry into your wife's family?"

Mrs. Yukinoshita looked at the alert boy in front of her with an increasingly charming smile. His calm temperament and sense of responsibility made him even more precious. With an active mind, she teased him with a softer and more seductive tone, wanting to see the truth behind the perfection.

Conscience actually knows everything, but knowing everything does not necessarily prevent human sin. If you want to avoid the moment when sin comes, you will never be able to avoid it.

"Mrs. Yukinoshita, your words are indeed very attractive, but some promises cannot be betrayed. At least I have no such intention at the moment."

Amemiya refused seriously and solemnly. He did not believe in sunshine, but was more accustomed to sudden rain. Behind any seemingly simple and beautiful things, there would always be an unknown crisis hidden.

Chapter 35: Distress

"Young people always believe in vows. Well, Amamiya-kun, my promise is always valid. As long as you figure it out one day, come back and marry Yukino."

Mrs. Yukinoshita did not take it seriously, and regarded his rejection as the naivety of a young man who did not know the advantages of rich women. Instead, she felt calm and confident that she had him in her arms and that what she liked must be obtained.

The atmosphere in the car suddenly fell into silence. The two people, each with their own thoughts, did not notice that the car was gradually driving to an increasingly remote place, and finally stopped in front of an abandoned warehouse with no one around.

"Mrs. Yukinoshita, and Mr. Amamiya, we have reached our final destination. There is no need for you to argue about whether to marry into the bride's family anymore. Hahaha!"

A wanton and arrogant smile appeared in the rearview mirror, ugly, hideous and crazy. The shrill laughter was like the sound of a sharp knife cutting through glass, giving people goose bumps.

Mrs. Yukinoshita frowned and looked at the driver named Shinkawa, and asked with a hint of anger in her indifference:

"Xinchuan, what exactly do you want to do?"

"Ah, ma'am, you still haven't faced the reality yet?

Naturally, I was bribed by the Yamaguchi-gumi. Today, I sent my wife here to have a good fuck on their orders. Maybe I can also have a chance to taste her beauty.

Madam, do you feel weak all over and as if you are burning with fire now?"

Shinkawa's fearless look made the two men realize that the other party had a backup plan. Sure enough, when Mrs. Yukinoshita was about to push open the car door, her body fell into Amemiya's arms because she was weak and powerless.

"You drugged me?!"

Amemiya suddenly realized that the man had sprayed drugs in the car. As the drug took effect, Mrs. Yukinoshita became more and more sensitive all over. She just leaned gently into his arms and felt the warmth, and she couldn't help but let out a muffled moan. The sofa under her butt was quickly wet by a stream of water from the Peach Blossom Land. It was so horrible.

Because of his sensitive skin, he had already eliminated the negative effects of the drug without realizing it, so he was not affected at all at this moment.

Amemiya calmly held Mrs. Yukinoshita in his arms, whispering in her ear, "It's okay, leave everything to me" to calm her uneasy emotions, while at the same time pretending to panic and asking Shinichi why he did this.

"Of course it's for money. How can a gigolo like you understand the feelings of an ordinary person like me? But it doesn't matter. You won't survive today anyway."

Tieme, I, Yu Amamiya, would rather be killed by you here than become a gigolo.

Shinkawa drove the two men out of the car with a look of pity for the dying, confiscated their mobile phones, and threatened them from behind to voluntarily enter the abandoned warehouse and wait for the final judgment.

The lock on the door was rusty, as if telling that no one cared about this place. When I opened the door, an old smell came to my face, a unique smell mixed with dust, rust and mold. The interior seemed a little dim, with a little weak light coming through the broken window.

...

In order to catch the mastermind behind the incident, Amemiya pretended to compromise and supported Mrs. Yukinoshita and moved slowly forward.

The tight and strong muscles added fuel to the lady's already burning passion. The heat and sense of security were constantly impacting her long-lost body and lonely heart. The water stains spread more and more violently, flowing sparsely from the base of her legs.

She stared with dazed eyes at the man who remained calm in the face of danger and did not forget to protect and comfort her at all times even in such a dangerous situation. She suddenly understood why her daughter fell in love with him.

Her heart was pounding, and she hugged the boy even tighter. The roundness and surging breasts hidden under her kimono rubbed against hers as she moved. The unpredictable shape and flushed cheeks exuded amazing charm.

The reason why the boy was so calm was because of the ability he gained from signing in today:

[Grandmaster: You will gain strength and physique beyond that of ordinary people, and master all the martial arts moves on this planet, reaching a realm that has never been achieved before or since.]

If he was just the number one bad fighter in Sobu High School before, now he can be called a martial saint in the world, invincible.

Not long after, the Yamaguchi-gumi members who received the notice rushed to the scene and laughed as if they were sure of success:

"Ah, I didn't expect that our famous Mrs. Yukinoshita would end up like this today. But don't worry, Mrs. Yukinoshita, the brothers will record the video of you being xx. In the future, you should be prepared to be a dog of the Yamaguchi-gumi with all your heart."

Villains always die because they talk too much, and he didn't want himself and his wife to hear any more filthy words, so he gently reminded his wife to hold him tight and not let go.

"It's you, the social scum, who are causing all the trouble behind the scenes, right? I've been waiting for so long that the flowers are all withered."

Amemiya hugged Mrs. Yukinoshita's slender waist tightly. She buried her flushed cheeks in his thick chest, and her legs like water snakes tightly coiled around his waist.

He charged forward in step, leaving a deep dent in the floor beneath his feet. Even though he was carrying a heavy beautiful woman on his back, his movements were still as fast as lightning. There was a dull sound when his fists and feet collided, which was the screams of the Yamaguchi-gumi members who were beaten to the point of vomiting blood and having broken limbs.

There were no fancy moves, just a few punches and kicks, and the entire warehouse was covered with blood. The people lying on the ground wailing were so scared that they ran desperately for the outside.

The wind blew gently across the battlefield, carrying away the smell of blood. The boy's bangs swayed in the wind, revealing a pair of eyes as deep as the stars in the universe. This scene was deeply imprinted in Mrs. Yukinoshita's heart, as if she would never forget it.

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"Take me to... a hotel. I can't appear in public like this. Otherwise, our family's competitors will have a reason to attack me."

Mrs. Yukinoshita gave instructions breathlessly, her flushed cheeks and blurry eyes never leaving him for a moment. Amemiya had no choice but to follow her advice and carried the curvy beautiful woman on his back and ran all the way to a small hotel nearby. The wet stains on her back could not be told whether they were sweat from excessive exercise or the clear stream water flowing from the Peach Blossom Land.

In the opened room, Mrs. Yukinoshita was lying on the bed and tearing her clothes wantonly, trying to reduce the burning pain that could not be vented in this way. The black lace underwear appeared in front of the boy again, and the scarlet blood on her body made her look like a cooked shrimp.

The slender jade hands climbed up the unreachable mountain uncontrollably. A red apricot branch accidentally appeared on the top of the mountain amid the ripples, tender and tenacious.

Bai Zhe's smooth skin looked exceptionally beautiful under the blush, showing off the unique flavor of mature charm. She looked at the boy with a dazed look in her eyes, her hands moved more and more fiercely, she bit her pink lips tightly, and let out a series of suppressed cries:

"Amamiya-kun..."

The throbbing in her heart and the call of her body made her extremely crazy. The scene of the calm and caring people in the warehouse kept circulating in Mrs. Yukinoshita's mind, and an impulse arose spontaneously.

Mrs. Yukinoshita grabbed Amemiya and threw her onto the bed. This time he was careless and did not dodge.

He couldn't wait to unlock the mysterious seal and without even looking at it, he directly incorporated the towering tree into the small world. Its growth brought an incomparable feeling of fullness to the world, and the water-like spiritual energy allowed it to continue to grow and climb upwards until it was completely filled.

A long sigh of incomparable satisfaction came out of her mouth, the charm on her face was almost dripping with water, and her eyes were full of affection as she looked at the man who saved her. At this moment, she did not regret it at all, but was extremely excited and satisfied. The wonderful feeling kept passing from her body to her soul.

Mrs. Yukinoshita was absolutely certain that this was the happiest moment in her life, and she wanted to hold happiness in her hands forever.

So she began to turn the gears of fate. The lubricated gears made a strong roar. Her kneeling body slightly raised her plump buttocks. A strand of naughty black hair fell on her delicate cheek. She looked back at him affectionately and said tenderly:

"Amamiya-kun, please freeze for a while..."

The room is full of beautiful ladies, and the door is filled with spring breeze.

Chapter 36 Dessert Making

All kinds of clothes were scattered on the floor in the room. The bed, unable to bear the weight, was creaking and groaning. The fierce fight seemed to have no clear winner.

The two bodies were fighting each other in an inseparable state, the bed was covered with mess, and the air was filled with a strong and long-lasting smell.

"Amamiya-kun, can you still... hold on,... huh?"

Lady Yukinoshita seemed still unsatisfied and kept breathing sweetly into her ear. With her beautiful and lazy look, she continued to invite the warrior to fight with all his might.

The young man just remained silent, and exerted force from his waist even more rapidly. A real man is never afraid of a challenge. If you want to fight, then I will fight.

When the yin and yang are reversed, I will use my essence and blood to disrupt the sky, use billions of lives as soldiers, and use broken pots and spears as generals to suppress all enemies.

As we all know, making puffs is a job that requires patience and skills.

First of all, during the production process, the chef needs to stir the food quickly. Each time, the stirring needs to be sufficient and even, until it absorbs and overflows enough water before proceeding to the next step.

In addition, soft and smooth dough needs to be kneaded as an auxiliary material. The unimaginable elasticity supports it to be rolled into a ball or flattened in the hands of the chef, always maintaining a smooth and elastic state, and even expanding during the kneading process.

There are many types of puffs according to their shapes. Master Amemiya, who was hastily invited to make puffs today, prefers to make a new type of puff with cream poured on the outside of the skin, which is safer and more hygienic for consumers.

But apparently, for some unknown reason, Mrs. Yukinoshita insisted on tasting the French profiteroles today. This type of profiteroles is characterized by its semi-circular shape, bulging belly, and a filling filled with rich fillings.

Master Amemiya was helpless as the long legs like a water snake tightly locked his retreat route, making it impossible for him to escape. He could only accept his fate and speed up the production of the puffs.

As the temperature rises, the dough begins to gradually expand, becoming fluffy and full.

This process is like witnessing the birth of a miracle, making people hold their breath and concentrate, for fear of missing any wonderful moment.

"Amamiya-kun...give it to...me."

Mrs. Yukinoshita looked at the young man tenderly, and she couldn't wait to offer her pink and tender red lips, as if expressing her most desired feelings.

Master Amemiya took out the slightly thick and long piping nozzle with trembling hands, and injected the cream filling into the puff with powerful and firm movements.

The freshly-baked Yukinoshita puffs seem to be endowed with souls, becoming plump and full of vitality, with unstoppable happiness and satisfaction showing on the beautiful little faces.

Her beauty is even more enchanting, and her spirit is as clear as autumn water and as bright as snow.

The phoenix eyes are half-curved with amber, and the red lips are dotted with cherries.

Her jade fingers are slender and soft in the dew, and her golden lotus steps are graceful wherever she goes.