Urban Immortality: I Raised a Female Prime Minister in Tokyo

Chapter 187

"I have indeed been thinking about you all the time. Don't you miss me?" Fang Zuo felt a big hand stroking his palm.

"I want to." Feng Dielian gritted her teeth and uttered a word, trying hard to break free.

But no matter how hard he tried, the pair of iron arms did not move at all, and the big hands still controlled the white shirt and did whatever they wanted.

"What are you thinking about?" the man asked.

"Think about you." Feng Dielian had never experienced such a tactile impact, and her brain desperately reminded herself to stay awake.

The people coming and going on the street looked at the couple, one of them was unrestrained and didn't care about the eyes of passers-by, while the other was shy and seemed to be reluctant to accept. They all showed a commonplace smile, completely unaware that Feng Dielian was feeling her skin turning from warm to cold at this time.

This cannot go on.

Feng Dielian decided to subdue this man by surprise.

She thought about it, and the spiritual power in her body surged. She struggled violently, leaning her back backward, trying to break free from the man's arms.

But the man's arms remained motionless, as if nothing had happened.

My behavior was like a doll being held in someone's arms and played with, begging for more hugs.

Feng Dielian drove the Shikigami in disbelief, but the following result made her feel as if cold water was poured over her from head to toe, leaving her feeling cold.

Even the boiling blood and emotions in my body calmed down a lot.

The Shikigami remained motionless, without even a hint of response, as if he had never owned it.

Feng Dielian gritted her teeth and pushed her head back, but the man's shoulder gently took over, making it look as if she had leaned over on her own.

At this point, Feng Dielian had no idea what situation she had gotten herself into.

Is this man so powerful?

He was so powerful that I couldn't even sense a trace of his breath.

So powerful that even his own Shikigami dare not show their heads.

The Kyushu Ashiya family is very strong.

Ashiya Michizo is very strong.

Sakura Kurumi is also very strong.

However, Feng Dielian could feel the strength of these powerful people she met, and could feel the Shikigami and Shikigami spiritual tools in their bodies.

But this man was completely beyond her comprehension.

The big hands were getting stronger and stronger, leaving Feng Dielian no time to sigh. She could already clearly feel the bruising and pain.

There is no doubt that the once fair and tender skin gradually began to turn purple.

"No, I don't want this today." Feng Dielian's face flushed, and her red lips made a final struggle.

Speaking of his reasons.

"You say this every time, but every time you say it you are so crazy." The man's joking tone made Feng Dielian's heart sink slowly.

"How can it be every time?" Feng Dielian said in protest.

"Huh? Your tone is really off today." The man said with some surprise, "It's a bit unlike you."

Feng Dielian was shocked and wondered what tone to use.

"I really don't want to do this today, Da Mei, please don't be like this." Feng Dielian tried to soften her tone.

I didn't even know I could make that tone of voice.

This made her already blushing face even hotter.

"Why don't you call me? Have you forgotten how to call me?" the man whispered in her ear.

Hot breath puffed against her ears.

An itch.

call?

Feng Dielian felt very powerless.

How do I know what Sakura Kurumi should call the other person?
How should lovers address each other?

"Baby? Let me go." Feng Dielian said tentatively with a trembling voice.

"No." The man's big hand pinched the big hand hard as punishment.

Feng Dielian felt a slight pain.

The pain made Feng Dielian feel strange.

"Honey, let...let me go." Feng Dielian's voice trembled even more violently.

"It's not right again." This time the man not only used more force, but also twisted it.

Ah!
Feng Dielian almost screamed.

What other words can be used to describe a pair of lovers?
These two words are the limit of what Feng Dielian knows.

She really couldn't think of what else to call the other person?
"I'm sorry, I... I forgot." Feng Dielian really couldn't believe it, and hated herself for not having had a few relationships before.

"I taught you, have you forgotten now?" The man tossed Feng Dielian back and forth: "Beg me."

The man said, "Beg me and I'll teach you again."

"Please." Feng Dielian said it very quickly this time, as if it had become a habit.

"Huh? What's that tone?" The man began to punish again.

"Please, please, please." Feng Dielian was completely desperate. "Please, tell me quickly."

"Have you forgotten it?" the man said.

"I won't forget it. I will never forget it again." Feng Dielian nodded repeatedly like a chick pecking at rice.

This feeling made her start to collapse, and she desperately wanted to get rid of this strange and exciting emotion.

What frightened her even more was that she found that she was actually starting to get used to it.

"Call me master." The man said.

"What? Shouting, what are you shouting?" Feng Dielian's head seemed to be hit by a sledgehammer, buzzing, she could not believe her ears.

Did you hear it correctly?

Are you hallucinating?
"Do you want me to repeat it? Call me master." The man rubbed his palms.

Now Feng Dielian was sure that it was true and she had not heard it wrong.

There is actually such a shameless man in this world who actually made me scream.
Yingkong Kurumi, what on earth are you doing, woman?
As the head of the Tokyo Exorcist Security Bureau, he actually did such a thing.

It's such an embarrassing name to call a man.

It's more than shameful, it's simply perverted.

Feng Hualian couldn't believe it.

Sakura Kurumi's current status, power, and appearance are absolutely ranked first in the entire judicial system of the island country.

Is this something a beautiful lady with so much power in Tokyo could do?

Call your lover master?

Isn’t this harming yourself?
I was simply trapped in the abyss.

"You're not going to tell me yet?" the man asked impatiently.

A pair of big hands exerted more and more force.

"Master... let me go." Feng Dielian said in a mosquito-like voice.

"What did you say? I didn't hear you. Speak clearly. I won't agree if you don't." The man asked in a deep voice next to Feng Dielian's little ear.

Suddenly he opened his mouth and bit her small earlobe, grinding his teeth against it.

hiss.

Feng Dielian took a breath.

The skin all over the body trembled instantly and tiny particles appeared.

"Let me go, let me go, let me go quickly, Master, please let me go, please!!!" Feng Dielian finally couldn't stand the double torture anymore and cried out loudly.

After shouting this, Feng Dielian covered her little face tightly with her hands.

I actually did such a shameful thing.

"Look, you are like this every time, so playful, are you doing it on purpose?" After the man finished speaking, his big hand finally stopped and just lay there motionless.

After this crazy feeling stopped, Feng Dielian took deep breaths and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The white shirt on his body was already wrinkled.

Two buttons even fell off.

The light-colored thin-strap bra under the shirt had slipped down to her waist.

It looks extremely weird.

Feng Dielian took a deep breath, took her hands away from her face, and was about to adjust her bra when she suddenly felt something empty in front of her.

From warm to cool.

The big hands finally left.

Finally stopped.

Feng Dielian wanted to cry.

In just a few minutes, she suddenly felt like she had escaped death.

But before she could say anything, this feeling of relief ended just as it began.

The big hands were placed on her narrow shoulders, and then the man turned her body around to face him.

What is he going to do?
Feng Dielian's heart was beating fast, and she looked up slightly with curiosity. This was the first time she looked directly at this man. He had an Asian face.

There was an indescribable feeling about this Asian man; he was obviously not from the island country.

None of her facial features are particularly outstanding, but she is unforgettable at first sight.

Although Asian men all have black hair and yellow skin, each country has distinct characteristics and temperament.

He is from the neighboring country. Feng Dielian was shocked. No wonder he is so powerful.

Almost all Yin-Yang magic in the island nation began with Taoist mantras. Although no one wants to admit it, everyone has strong and complex emotions towards everything on that land.

I am afraid of it, yet I admire it; I want to possess it, yet I want to reject it.

This is not only true for island countries, but also for Southeast Asia and even the entire Asia.

Although all countries still hypocritically claim that their own culture is the best.

But if one day, that neighboring country suddenly disappears, it is foreseeable that the whole of Asia will jump out and claim that they are the orthodox inheritance.

In order to fight for the cultural orthodoxy he left behind, they fell into crazy and chaotic attacks and insults.

What kind of man is this?
Before Feng Dielian had time to take a closer look, she was embraced by those arms again.

Her little head was pressed against the man's chest by a big hand.

Her soft waist was held tightly by another big hand.

This was the first time he was completely embraced by a stranger.

It's so warm.

Feng Dielian pressed her little face tightly against the man, listening to the surging heartbeat in his chest.

This feeling was like listening to the pulse of the earth when her spiritual power expanded infinitely.

The heaviness of the man's chest made her feel completely safe.

It was so safe that Feng Dielian wanted to stay in his arms forever and pour out all her grievances.

"Why aren't you talking?" the man suddenly asked, "You used to say something at this time?"

Feng Dielian began to hate Yingkong Kurumi.

Just be hugged obediently.

Why do you talk so much?

What to say in this situation?

but.

This time, Feng Dielian didn't feel too conflicted.

Because she seemed to have finally gotten the idea, and suddenly she said it naturally in her mind: "I love you."

She said.

She said it so naturally, so naturally that she didn't even notice it.

"You're so good. I love you too." The man was very satisfied this time.

He also patted Feng Dielian's little back encouragingly.

Feng Dielian was like a child being praised at this moment, with a hint of joy in her heart.

This feeling didn't last a second longer, and the next moment.

The big hand on her waist moved down.

He used his fingers and palms to press hard on her buttocks, squeezing them.

This unprecedented feeling made Feng Dielian gasp.

The blood rushed to my head and I almost fainted.

Then they were pressed tightly against each other.

Even though Feng Dielian had never been in a relationship, they had never even kissed.

But, I also know what this is.

My legs suddenly went weak and I almost collapsed to the ground.

The two small hands struggled to grab the shirt on the man's chest, preventing it from slipping off.

"I have something serious to tell you." Feng Dielian said in a trembling voice.

"I love you most when you're like this, saying something that goes against the grain." The man praised approvingly.

"No, I really have something to tell you." Feng Dielian raised her little head anxiously.

"Go ahead." The man said considerately, stopping all movements.

We can finally start.

Feng Dielian raised her head and was about to ask a question.

Her red lips were blocked.

My mind went blank in an instant.

The first kiss is gone.

Is this what a kiss feels like?

Feng Dielian closed her eyes naturally.

Experience it carefully.

Time seemed to stand still.

next moment.

The man slowly left her lips.

Feng Dielian's mind went blank and she slowly opened her eyes.

What is this place?
She found herself high in the air.

At some point, the two of them walked from the street in front of the coffee shop to the highest point of Tokyo Tower.

What kind of magical technique is this?

After coming to Tokyo from Kansai for so many years, this is the first time that Feng Dielian has been looking at everything in Tokyo from such a high place.

in the dark.

She looked down and saw the lights of thousands of homes all over Tokyo.

And if she took a step back, she would fall into an abyss.

She couldn't help but change her hands from grabbing the man's shirt to tightly hugging the man's broad waist.

"Is the view nice?" the man asked.

Feng Dielian nodded.

The man's big hands were now kneading her buttocks.

The black hip-hugging stockings under the uniform skirt have been deformed.

'Squeak.'

Suddenly, the hip stockings were torn off by the man.

"You, what are you doing?" Feng Dielian shouted in horror.

"It doesn't feel good." The man murmured, "Besides, this is the only way to know what you taste like."

"What, what's that smell?" Feng Dielian had a bad feeling in her heart.

She held the man's hands, pressing them defensively against his chest.

He kept circulating his spiritual energy and calling out to the Shikigami.

But it's still in vain.

"There are many kinds of tastes. Sometimes they are sweet, sometimes they are bitter, or sometimes they are salty." The man kneaded the two buttocks and asked playfully, "What do you taste like?"

"I don't know." Feng Dielian was blown by the wind from high altitude, and suddenly felt wet and cold: "It's a bit cold."

"It won't be cold soon," said the man.

After saying that, he loosened his hands.

Feng Dielian's body lost the support of a pair of big hands, causing her to lose balance in an instant, and her upper body suddenly fell backwards.

what! !

She screamed in fear and waved her hands to try to grab the man's clothes, but she caught nothing.

At this time, Feng Dielian showed amazing flexibility in her waist.

She hooked her legs around the man's waist to prevent herself from falling, and at the same time bent her waist backward to form a bow shape.

The little head and the black hair were hanging in the air.

The whole person is like a flower blooming on a branch, waiting to be picked, swaying in the air.

"You prepared this yourself," the man said with a smile.

His left hand supported Feng Dielian's waist and back, and his right hand supported her buttocks.

Right here at the tallest building in Tokyo, Feng Dielian felt a sharp pain.

She closed her eyes tightly, and her red lips trembled slightly in pain.

A line of crystal clear tears flowed from her beautiful eyes and scattered in the night sky.

Like a string of pearls, neatly arranged, dripping crystal clear in the moonlight.

(End of this chapter)