Tokyo: I'm really not a killer

For the past few days, Koji Yui has been helping to change dressings and treat wounds, and even hired a private doctor to come to the house for treatment. As usual, Hara Masaki changed his face and alias. After this period of recuperation, his body has recovered to about 70-80%.

Most of the injuries are superficial; if the bone or tendon is injured, he will definitely seek proper medical treatment.

As a professional killer, one must have a thorough understanding of one's own body. Even lions or tigers will back down when faced with danger; for animals, injury means the inability to hunt, and the inability to hunt means death.

This is something that Yuan Zhensheng cannot tolerate.

In his daily life, he behaves like a rabbit—docile, harmless, and extremely patient. You can't tell he's been injured at all, and his behavior is no different from that of a normal person.

Rabbits have five to ten times the endurance of humans. Even when facing death, they will remain silent because in the rabbit's world, howling is equivalent to revealing their location.

The next day off, Yuan Zhensheng decided to try a bubble bath. It wasn't for prostitution, but because the brochure said the shop offered massage and stretching services. He said that studying professional rehabilitation in Thailand was more cost-effective than going to the hospital for rehabilitation, and it wouldn't arouse suspicion.

I have to work tomorrow, so I'll get a massage today first.

As usual, Yuan Zhensheng got up early to practice thrusting. He could only begin muscle training once his injuries had fully healed.

After finishing his human feed, he changed into sportswear and took the train to Shinjuku. Since the brothels weren't open yet, he went to see a movie first and then had Wagyu beef for lunch.

He didn't enter the brothel until two or three in the afternoon when it opened.

A waiter came to greet him and asked if it was his first time there and if he had a girl he liked. Yuan Zhensheng said that he was there for a massage and asked for the best technician. In Japanese, female waitresses are usually not called technicians, but bubble bath girls.

"Okay, please follow me." The waiter led him inside.

The waiter led him into a dimly lit corridor, the air thick with sweet fragrance and a faint mist. On either side of the corridor were closed doors, each bearing a nameplate in cursive script bearing the words "Dream," "Illusion," and "Splendor."

The decor is nice, as expected of Tokyo. Professionals doing professional work, much better than the tacky bathhouses of later generations.

The waiter stopped in front of a door and knocked gently: "The guests have arrived."

The door was pulled open from the inside.

Purple light shone through the room, carpeting the floor. In the center of the room was a huge, round jacuzzi large enough to accommodate two people, with white foam and rose petals floating on the surface, and wisps of steam rising from it.

A bubble bath girl stands by the bathtub, bowing slightly in greeting.

She wore a nearly transparent kimono-style yukata, with the obi (sash) loosely tied around her waist. The neckline was extremely low, revealing a large expanse of snow-white skin and a deep cleavage.

The hem of the yukata was very short, just covering the top of her thighs, leaving a pair of straight and slender legs completely exposed to the ambiguous light. Her legs seemed to still have fine water droplets on them, which shimmered with a lustrous sheen under the light.

Her hair was carefully styled into a bun, revealing her slender neck, with a few strands falling beside her cheeks, adding to her languid and alluring charm.

"Welcome, Master."

The woman looked up, her face adorned with exquisite makeup, her eyeliner slightly upturned, and her lips a rich cherry red. "I'm Rika, and I'll be serving you today. Please come in and relax; water is ready for you."

Rika stepped forward and naturally offered to help Hara Masaki take off his coat. As she did so, the neckline of his sheer yukata swayed, revealing glimpses of what lay beneath.

Her hand rested on Yuan Zhensheng's shoulder, her fingertips lightly brushing against his neck. Her body pressed closer, carrying his fragrance and warmth, her voice growing sweeter: "Master, let's take a bath first, it'll feel very comfortable..."

However, Yuan Zhensheng subtly turned his body to the side, avoiding her further actions without leaving a trace.

He walked directly to the massage bed, took off his sports jacket, revealing a close-fitting vest underneath, showing off his smooth and firm muscle lines, with several freshly healed scars still visible on it.

"I'm here for a massage and stretching session. I heard the masseuses here are very skilled." He turned his back to Rika and leaned over the massage bed, which was covered with a clean towel. "I'll massage your back and legs, focusing on the shoulder blades, trapezius, erector spinae muscles, and stretching the hamstrings and gastrocnemius... I don't need any other extra services."

Rika paused for a moment. Nine and a half out of ten customers who come here are here for that kind of thing, and the other half might have some special fetish or health problem.

What's going on? Is this guy out of his mind?

Oh, I see! She's the fake serious type, and likes to play hard to get.

Rika understood immediately. She cleared her throat, adopted a serious posture, and said, "Then I'll begin."

Her technique was deliberately provocative, her touch on the skin carrying a clear flirtatious intent, attempting to arouse the customer's interest.

Yuan Zhensheng lay motionless, as Rika's hand gradually slid down, her fingertips intentionally or unintentionally brushing against his waist, her body pressing closer and closer, her warm breath almost brushing against his ear, just as they were about to move into a more intimate stage of service—

"stop."

Yuan Zhensheng's voice suddenly rang out, clear and calm, without any trace of lust.

Rika's hand froze in mid-air.

Yuan Zhensheng turned his head, looked at her calmly, and said seriously:

"Your technique is incorrect. When pressing the upper trapezius muscle, your thumb is applying pressure incorrectly, not reaching the deep muscles, but merely sliding on the surface. To relax the erector spinae muscles, you should use the heel of your palm to push along the muscle fibers, not to randomly grab and pinch with your fingertips."

"I...I followed the training..." she tried to explain, her voice lacking confidence.

"The training is clearly inadequate, or you simply haven't been paying attention," Yuan Zhensheng interrupted her. "Massage and stretching is a technique, its purpose is to help clients relax their muscles and recover, not for you to pose here... If that's all you know, then I'm very disappointed."

"Yes... Master, please guide me." She replied in a low voice, suspecting that Yuan Zhensheng enjoyed playing with discipline.

Unexpectedly, Yuan Zhensheng actually started teaching massage techniques, which made her sweat profusely. Unable to bear it any longer, she got up and called her older brother, saying that someone had come to cause trouble and make things difficult for others.

These brothels all have triad connections, or are even run by triad gangs. Upon hearing that someone was there to cause trouble, a triad member with a pompadour and his henchmen stormed in with his entourage:

"You idiot! What did you do to my employee?!"

Yuan Zhensheng sat up, about to apologize and defuse the conflict, when his henchman behind him said, "Hey? What are you doing here?"

The speaker was Hideaki Shiraishi.

Yuan Zhensheng subconsciously said, "I'll take a shower and get a massage—"

The words came to an abrupt halt.

The two looked at each other, and the room suddenly fell silent.