Female Swordsman Training Dojo

A warm breath gently landed on Harunobu's chin, stirring his heart. He leaned down and looked at Hosho Amu's smiling face, feeling more and more that she was putting on a brave face and trying to change the subject of the gift.

So he simply rolled over, holding Hojo Amu, and pinned her beneath him. Their foreheads touched, their noses rubbed together, and their eyes gazed at each other.

The atmosphere suddenly became quiet.

“Alright.” Harunobu spoke, his hot breath warming Hosho Amu’s face. He said softly, “I just don’t want others to see my wife’s beautiful body.”

Amu Hosho shifted her body slightly, and her delicate feet, dangling outside the bed, flushed pink.

"What a pervert." She pouted and touched Qingxin's lips. The warm lips and the hot mouth touched and separated almost immediately, but it made her feel as if she had been ignited, and her body quickly turned red.

"You big pervert, now I'm going to eat you up, you little lamb." Harunobu pressed down on Hosho Amu, his chest flattening her two mounds. The incredibly elastic texture made his dragon even more erect, and he even started drooling.

"Can I not eat?" Little White Sheep said tremblingly, his hand already tearing off the cumbersome bath towel, releasing the raging dragon.

"Then we'll see what benefits the little lamb can offer the big pervert." The big pervert also untied his thongs, which were in the way, freeing the little lamb's fair skin.

"Can I tell you a story?" The little lamb cooperated, letting the big pervert take off his shirt and offering his full breasts as a sacrifice. Her sensitive cherries were immediately attacked by a rough tongue and even bitten by rough teeth, making the little lamb cry out in fear.

But the little white sheep still bravely told its story.

She said that the little white rabbit, who had her eye on the big pervert, was teaming up with the kitten to try and corrupt him...

Harunobu listened attentively, but Hosho Amu suddenly stopped. Facing Harunobu's questioning gaze, the little white sheep bleated, "I suddenly can't remember the story. Maybe a little stimulation will help?"

The lecherous wolf angrily grabbed the little lamb's breasts, kneading and squeezing them roughly.

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The little lamb whimpered and cried, tears of fear streaming down its face. The dragon greedily eyed the little lamb, its head circling near the water source, occasionally probing in, but never venturing deeper.

"Ah... um~"

The little white lamb cried out in fear, finally remembering the rest of the story. She continued recounting it.

She recounted the little white rabbit's nonsense, the kitten's fierce and domineering nature, and their treacherous conspiracy. At this point, the righteous little white sheep could no longer stand idly by—

The dragon seized the opportunity to rush into the water source area, but it turned out to be a trap.

The cramped space tightly constricted the dragon's massive body. The tunnel leading to the water source seemed to writhe like a living thing, constantly squeezing and stimulating the dragon, especially its raised head and the snout on it.

Fortunately, the dragon was a seasoned warrior with unwavering will, and promptly chose a tactic of nine shallow and one deep sections, gradually widening the honey path leading to the water source.

Hojo Amu, her face flushed, gripped Harunobu's back tightly, leaving faint red marks on it. The pleasure of being completely filled inside her made her moan involuntarily, but her upbringing prevented her from doing so; she could only moan softly.

Harunobu liked it very much.

He loved being so close to Amu Hosho's face, listening to the soft, shy, and seductive sounds escaping her lips. It excited him far more than any loud, booming roar, especially as she stubbornly continued telling the story of the little white sheep's justice.

"Hmm~ Little White Sheep... Ha... Scolding... Ooh... the kitten and... Hmm... Little White Rabbit... Bad guys."

The little white sheep looked at Qingxin resentfully. Every time she started telling a story, the evil dragon would suddenly accelerate its attack, interrupting her narration and making her carefully woven story fall apart. It was really wicked.

The more she thought about it, the angrier she became. The little white sheep opened her delicate mouth and bit the wolf's paw that was dangling in front of her, leaving a clear tooth mark.

What else could Harunobu say but slow down his attack and let the little lamb finish telling the story?

But isn't the ending of this story a bit off? How did it turn into the little white sheep sternly scolding the little white rabbit?

Qingxin raised an eyebrow, brushed the little white sheep's pale face with the still-smeared teeth marks and saliva, and whispered, "But the kitten just told me a story too, you know?"

The little lamb whispered back, "Does the big pervert know why the little lamb is against it?"

"Because the little lamb wants the big pervert to only be with her?"

"Because Little White Sheep knows that as long as she expresses her opposition, the others will send Big Pervert over to persuade her."

The little white lamb bit the big pervert's earlobe: "What I'm not happy about is that a little girl who came later has surpassed me, so I have to use a little trick."

"Speaking of which, Teacher's College, have you thought of a gift for me yet?"

"How about we use the new younger sister?"

The warm breath seeped into his earlobe and flowed into his ear canal. In that instant, the lecherous man suddenly erupted.

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Author's Note: This chapter is written in a slightly erotic style again. I hope readers will offer suggestions after reading it. (￣︶￣)↗

Chapter 151: The Wind Sweeps the Clouds

The next day, when Harunobu opened his eyes while embracing Amu Hosho's delicate body, Katsura Gensei had already smashed the eighth teacup.

News of the complete annihilation of the Shiraishi Group spread rapidly. The horrific scene on the third floor of the Shiraishi Office, resembling a screaming hell, was constantly exaggerated and sensationalized, becoming a new legend in Tokyo.

Everyone is asking who did this.

Although everyone knows who did it.

But no one can prove who did it.

There were no fingerprints, no video footage, and eyewitnesses could only provide bizarre testimonies such as "Red Hannya," "Demon!", and "Not Taira no Harunobu." Even if Taira no Harunobu's family crest was left at the scene, such things could not be used as conclusive evidence at this time.

Moreover, everyone knows that Harunobu Taira of the Aozorakan will cause thunder when he takes action. But last night, the residents near the Shiraishi-gumi office all said they slept soundly—until Shiraishi Kenji turned into Shiraishi Kenji-chan.

Therefore, Gui Yancheng couldn't even bring himself to smear Taira no Harunobu—unless he said that Taira no Harunobu could easily defeat dozens of Yakuza without using his full strength.

If he dares to say that, at least half of the remaining members of the Dragon Society will definitely run away. This is easy to understand, because on the surface, the White Stone Group is already the strongest stronghold of the Dragon Society besides its headquarters.

In fact, even before Gui Yancheng said that, many Yakuza members of the Demon Dragon Society had already chosen to flee. After all, everyone knew that in Asakusa, the only person with the strength and motive to cause trouble for the Demon Dragon Society was that man.

Right now, I wonder how many people are complaining about that jerk Suzuki Michiichi and that old idiot Suzuki Ryuichi. Why did they have to provoke that samurai elder? Didn't they know their own worth? Did they deserve to sit at the same table as Taira no Harunobu?

Hetui!

Of course, many of them selectively forgot their previous analyses.

It seems the Demon Dragon Society is already a dead dragon. No matter how much the Choshu Domain tries, it's impossible to revive a dragon whose flesh and bones have been broken or which has escaped, right?

……

As the winds swirled in Asakusa, Harunobu had just finished washing up, picked up the limp Hojo Amu, and walked to the table where a sumptuous breakfast was already laid out. The others who were already seated cast various meaningful glances at Hojo Amu.

Hirayuki and Koneko were envious with a hint of mockery, Hanazawa Nana and Saten Yoko were envious with a hint of fear, while Tachibana Yuzu had a sarcastic expression—though she successfully disguised it as curiosity. In comparison, Tachibana Nako's shyness and longing seemed more normal.

Hojo Amu looked back confidently with a smug smile on her face, especially when she looked at a certain kitten, she deliberately raised her hand and made a three-pointer gesture.

The kitten immediately stopped being happy.

But Amu Hosho became happy. She even snuggled up to Harunobu's ear and said sweetly, "Husband, I want to eat fried shrimp."

Harunobu shuddered. This was the first time Hosho Amu had spoken to him like this outside of bed. He absolutely had to eat those fried shrimp! Harunobu picked up his chopsticks and grabbed the fried shrimp from in front of the kitten. Before he could even put it in his bowl, Hosho Amu had already opened her mouth with an "Ah~".

The kitten stared wide-eyed as Harunobu fed the fried shrimp it had just made to Hosho Amu's mouth, its little mouth pouting so much it could hang an oil bottle. Harunobu, watching this dramatic performance, put down his chopsticks and placed the hamburger patty, which the kitten had deliberately placed in front of it, in its place.

"Hee hee~"

The kitten picked up a piece of hamburger patty and took a big bite, and its previous happiness returned.

Hirako watched this scene with a smile, then picked up a piece of stir-fried pork that Harunobu liked and put it to his mouth.

On the other side of the table, the two eavesdroppers huddled together, trembling with fear from the aftershocks of the powerful exchange. Tachibana Nako looked at Hosho Amu with envy, a hint of sadness flashing in her eyes. Tachibana Yuzu, however, maintained a facade of curiosity masking a mocking expression.

These people have a really unique way of showing affection. I wonder what will happen when their mothers join in...hehe.

Yuzu's eyes widened, but she didn't realize that while she was watching the show, Harunobu and his three wives, who were engaged in a power struggle, were also watching her performance.

What trick is this kid up to?

However, now is not the time to deal with this little brat who wants to "sell his mother for personal gain." The focus should still be on the Demon Dragon Society and Gui Yancheng. Qingxin believes that the Demon Dragon Society might not simply perish; they still have trump cards to play.

That's right, the demon-transforming medicine—let's call it that for now—if we offered this, we could definitely get Gui Yancheng's support on a larger scale. Although

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However, Qingxin had not yet figured out what method Gui Yancheng would use to stop the defeat of the Demon Dragon Society.

After all, a Yakuza organization without the advantage of violence will collapse much faster than it is established. Even the Choshu Domain couldn't conjure hundreds or thousands of Yakuza out of thin air... right?

Harunobu suddenly thought of a possibility he had mentioned as a joke before, and his expression became serious.

Just then, the doorbell of the Aozorakan gate rang. Since all the students had gone home last night, it was the little guys from the cat house who came to announce their arrival, and of course, it was the twins who came looking for Harunobu.

"Brother Qingxin, that Uncle Tanaka is here to see you again."

"Bring her in." Harunobu gently stroked Amu Hojo's hair, straightened her disheveled clothes, and placed her on another chair. Throughout the process, Amu Hojo simply looked at Harunobu tenderly, only kissing him lightly on the corner of his mouth as he prepared to return to his seat.

Tanaka Yu, who had just been brought in by the twins, sat down on a cushion in the living room with his briefcase, seemingly unfazed: "Kid, are you done eating?"

"Inspector Tanaka is here, you'd better finish your food now," Harunobu said, putting another piece of fried chicken into his mouth. Tanaka Yu rolled his eyes helplessly, took out the documents from his briefcase one by one, and then took out the pen from the breast pocket of his police uniform.

"Just going through the motions," Tanaka Yu said. "I'll fill in the filler words later. Anyway, was it you who did this with the Shiraishi Group?"

“No,” Harunobu said seriously, “I spent the whole last night with my wives.”

"Okay." Tanaka Yu yawned, looking like he hadn't slept enough, with faint dark circles under his eyes.

As he scribbled on the document, he complained, "You're really bold, kid. Do you know what the brothers who searched the White Stone Group found today? Three German-made Mauser pistols, a Chicago submachine gun, and two American-made ones, which seem to be brand new."

"If you make even the slightest mistake, I'll be racking my brains over how to distribute your inheritance right now. After all, I don't want to be beheaded in my room that night."

Harunobu thought for a moment: "Actually, to behead you, it doesn't seem like I need to sneak in at night."

Tanaka Xiong: "..."

After a while, Tanaka Yu, now thawed, took the still-warm document he had just written and presented it to Harunobu: "Take a look and see if there are any problems. If there are no problems, sign your name at the end, and I'll take it back to hand in."

Harunobu began to read, and Hojo Amu, Koneko, and Hira Yukiko peeked out from different directions, also looking at the book in Harunobu's hands. Then Harunobu readily signed his name, proving that he had not left the Aozorakan from last night until today. Naturally, there was no suspicion of murder.

After putting away the documents, Tanaka Yu sighed, "You're really extreme, kid. Now our department head is sleeping in his office."

Haruno shrugged, showing no sign of happiness: "I don't think it's over yet, and besides, I don't have any grudge against your director, do I?"

So you make no attempt to hide that you'll kill someone if you have a grudge, right?

Tanaka Yu silently fastened his briefcase: "I will tell the director, but if the Demon Dragon can rise again... Harunobu, you are still young, there is no need to be in such a hurry."

“I’m probably not the one who’s worried right now.” Harunobu picked up the miso soup that Hirako had carefully prepared and gulped it down. “You should be more careful about your own safety.”

Tanaka nodded: "So now I share an office with the director."

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Author's note: From its inception, the Yakuza have been at the bottom of the social hierarchy. After all, they originated from the Eta, a violent group that then turned around and oppressed the Eta and ordinary civilians. The so-called benevolence and righteousness of the Yakuza have never existed.

Chapter 152: Wildfire Spreads

"Bagaya Deer!"

"asshole!"

"madman!"

On the top floor of a luxury apartment in the port area, Gui Yancheng smashed the last thing he could move in the room to the ground. The valuable blue-and-white porcelain vase landed on the heavy bearskin base with a dull thud, but remained intact.

Gui Yancheng regretted throwing it as soon as he did so and quickly picked it up and put it back in its original place. However, in his agitation, he completely failed to notice the tiny crack on the bottle.

"Damn it! He's just a piece of trash from an outdated era! How dare he... How dare he!" Gui Yancheng roared furiously, clenching his fists so tightly that his nails dug deep into his flesh.

Harunobu's actions last night were tantamount to slapping Katsura Gensei, who had just threatened him, to the ground—and not just any slapping, but a series of slaps. And not in private, but in front of the entire Choshu Domain, the Aizu Domain, and even those Satsuma bumpkins who drowned in cesspools, he was slapping them with all his might.

This infuriated Katsura Gensei, who liked to call himself Katsura Kotaro and wanted everyone to know that he admired Katsura Taro and wanted to become the next Katsura Taro! Especially since this matter had become almost common knowledge and received even more attention at their level.

Now everyone in Asakusa knows that the samurai of the Aozora-kan are fighting against the Demon Dragon Society, while those with some ability know that this is actually a battle between the Aizu Domain and the Choshu Domain; and those with even more ability know who is behind this competition between the two sides.

The Aizu Domain's daughter was that crazy woman who changed her surname from Matsudaira to Hijikata instead of Matsudaira, while the Choshu Domain's daughter was that genius youngest son of the Katsura family who excelled in both politics and military affairs.

Everyone initially favored the youngest of the Katsura family, believing that soldiers would have an advantage in such a bloody battle. However, the Matsudaira family's madwoman was incredibly lucky; a shrew named Taira no Harunobu appeared out of nowhere and utterly defeated the youngest Katsura, beating him like a dog.

Tsk tsk.

Is this all the geniuses in the Katsura family are capable of? No wonder Katsura Taro... hehe.

Although he hadn't heard it with his own ears, Gui Yancheng believed that the public's opinion of him was probably even worse than that, because he had already become the de facto loser. Unless he completely went mad and sent his soldiers to besiege Qingkongguan—but samurai are not Yakuza.

Samurai killed Yakuza? So what if they killed them? They were even considerate enough to only kill eleven or twelve. What a kind person they were.

Soldiers surrounding and killing samurai? What the hell! Are they planning a rebellion?!

If you dare to send soldiers to surround and kill samurai today, will you dare to send soldiers to attack government offices tomorrow, and will you declare yourself the Shogun the day after tomorrow?

You're dead!