Only I Follow the Law: An Unorthodox Tokyo Cultivation Routine

Chapter 129 The Obsessive Neighbor's Wife

After sorting and arranging the items brought back from Ryukyu on the tatami mat, Mizuki Hanakawa squatted down, picked out a souvenir, put it in a brown paper bag, and handed it to Yu Hanakawa.

"I don't know if Miss Lily is home. Please deliver this gift to her and remember to be polite."

Han Chuan You opened it and glanced inside.

It's a cat-tongue cookie, a local specialty of Ryukyu, and also a small wooden carving shaped like a croissant.

"Okay, I'm going."

After so many days, thinking about the so-called "threats" and "humiliations" she suffered before leaving, as well as that fleeting glimpse of fullness, Han Chuanyou felt a surge of warmth in her heart, and she was actually looking forward to seeing Miss Baihe again.

This damn teenage hormone.

He rang the doorbell of the house under the snow.

"They're here."

With a "click," the door opened, and Yukinoshita Yuri appeared behind it, wearing a slightly loose apricot-colored house dress, her features still delicate and beautiful even without makeup.

Han Chuanyou could clearly see that the woman's eyes softened the moment she saw him.

"Yu-kun, you're back."

"Mm." Han Chuan You nodded with a smile, handing over the brown paper bag in his hand. "These are souvenirs we brought back from Ryukyu. Thank you for taking care of us during this time, Miss Yuri."

"Thank you, you're too kind," Yukinoshita Yuri's beautiful eyes remained fixed on the boy in front of her. "Come in and have a cup of tea."

Before the boy could refuse, she reached out and pulled him into the house.

The palms were soft and warm.

The door closed, and in the entryway, he was greeted by Miss Lily's warm and fragrant embrace.

Yukinoshita Yuri tiptoed on her white-socked feet, hugged Hanukawa Yu's waist tightly, pressed her nose against the boy's neck, deeply inhaling his scent, her eyes hazy, filled with a peculiar desire.

A wet, slippery sensation came from my neck.

"Miss Lily?"

Hankawa Yu's body stiffened.

Help! Miss Lily is even more of a pervert than before!

"I've been missing Yu-kun so much lately —"

The woman's smooth, soft face gently rubbed against his chin, her voice tender and infatuated.

After a while, Miss Lily finally let go of him, gave an apologetic smile, her cheeks flushed and alluring, tinged with shyness.

"Excuse me, Yu-kun, I was a little out of line. Let me get you some tea."

Han Chuan let out a long sigh of relief.

The two sat facing each other at a low table. Han Chuan chatted leisurely about his experiences over the past few days, while Miss Baihe listened quietly, her eyes never leaving the boy's face.

"Ryukyu—I've heard the sea there is beautiful." Yukinoshita Yuri teased him with a gentle smile, "But I suppose a guy like Yu-kun's age probably prefers looking at beautiful women in swimsuits."

"I haven't been to the beach much, but I have seen quite a few swimsuits."

Mizuki's charm, combined with the young lady's allure, greatly diminished Han Chuan You's desire to go to the beach to see beautiful women.

"I see."

Upon hearing this, Yukinoshita Yuri slowly rose, supporting herself on the low table. Then, she lifted her skirt, first revealing her softly shaped calves, then her full thighs, and finally, her gaze lingered on that intriguing area.

Her cheeks were flushed: "Although I don't have a swimsuit, please take a good look at me, Yu-kun. Today—it's a black one, so—it's okay if you get a little closer."

The steam from the tea rose gently into the air, adding a touch of hazy sanctity to the scene.

Her thighs had smooth, delicate skin that was dazzlingly white. The soft flesh that bulged slightly at the edge of the black fabric was extremely eye-catching. When the two plump, long legs were put together, the gap between them was almost invisible.

It's absolutely amazing!

Han Chuanyou stared at the scene before him, picked up the tea in front of him, took a sip, and calmed his nerves.

Enjoying tea and appreciating the scenery is indeed one of life's great pleasures.

"Yu-kun, look at my face."

"What?"

Han Chuan You looked up in confusion.

Then he saw Yukinoshita Yuri narrow her eyes slightly, glancing at him sideways, her lips pursed, revealing a slightly disgusted expression.

Then, she coldly uttered a line of words.

"Pervert, you're beyond redemption. Do whatever you want to me with your disgusting body—"

As she spoke, she turned her head away, no longer looking at him, appearing as if she would let him do as he pleased.

???

Han Chuanyou put down his teacup, almost spitting out his tea.

Seeing Han Chuan You cough twice, Yukinoshita Yuri's beautiful face regained its usual gentleness, and she bent down to hand him two tissues.

"I heard some guys like it when women look at them like that, so I tried to imitate it. What do you think, Yu-kun?"

Han Chuan You took the tissue and wiped his mouth.

"Hmm—that's good, but I don't have that kind of hobby."

Is she trying to seduce me in different ways?

But Miss Lily, your XP isn't like that at all; you can certainly do it a few more times.

This kind of expression easily evokes emotions in people, giving the impression of someone engaging in some kind of role-playing.

"yes."

Yukinoshita Yuri poured him some more tea, her expression slightly regretful.

After a few casual words, Han Chuanyou took his leave, feeling that it was not a good place to stay any longer.

He was afraid he wouldn't be able to control himself if he stayed any longer. After his previous experience, he was becoming increasingly restless, and he was afraid it wouldn't be so easy to get Meiyue to help him again.

"Thank you for your hospitality, Miss Lily. I should be going now."

Yukinoshita Yuri smiled and saw him off at the door.

"Come often, Mr. Yu, you're always welcome."

As she spoke, she suddenly leaned closer, lowered her voice, and her warm breath tickled her neck.

"I will try my best to satisfy whatever content you want to see in the future."

Looking at Miss Baihe's face, which was both beautiful and gentle yet alluring, Han Chuanyou found the contrast to be extreme.

"Let's talk about this later."

My neighbor's wife is so persistent, it's unbearable.

Back home, Meiyue leaned back on the sofa eating fruit, while the TV in front of her played a popular dating reality show.

"Why is it taking so long to deliver something?"

"Miss Lily is too enthusiastic."

Han Chuanyou sat down next to her and took a bite of the half-eaten cantaloupe in her hand.

so sweet.

He rested his head on Mizuki's shoulder and opened his mouth to accept her feeding again: "Why are you watching a dating reality show? It's a high school dating reality show, which doesn't suit your age."

Han Chuan Mei Yue glanced at him sideways: "Are you implying that I'm old?"

"Of course not." Han Chuanyou held her hand. "Look at these smooth hands, how could they be old? They're like the hands of a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl. Do you want me to give your skin a skincare treatment?"

"Okay, take your pants off, I'll help you with a steel wool pad."

Han Chuan Mei Yue crossed her legs, dangling her toes, quietly waiting for his move.

"Never mind, never mind."

Han Chuanyou immediately dared not continue to act recklessly; no matter how strong his body was, he couldn't push himself like that.

"Oh----"

Han Chuan Meiyue forked a long strip of cantaloupe, took a big bite, and juice splattered everywhere, making Han Chuan You tremble with fear.

The next day, Han Chuanyou resumed his daily life on campus.

Go ahead, be careful on the road.

Han Chuan Mei Yue straightened his uniform and tie, patted his shoulder, and turned him around.

"Then I'm leaving."

"Yu! You're finally back! The cat tongue cookies you brought back were so delicious, I ate so many in one go."

At the doorstep, Takahashi Haruna, carrying her schoolbag, excitedly raised her little hand to greet him.

"As long as it tastes good, that's fine. I think the brown sugar flavor is a bit too sweet, and I feel like eating too much of it could cause cavities."

"Absolutely not, my teeth are perfectly fine—"

Takahashi Haruna opened her mouth, pulled her cheeks apart with her fingers, and tried to raise her pink tongue, revealing two rows of neat white teeth, which she showed him indistinctly.

Her round face was stretched into cute and comical shapes, just like dough. Han Chuanyou watched this scene and couldn't help but think to himself that her face was really malleable.

Resisting the urge to poke his finger into her mouth, Han Chuan You nodded in agreement: "Her teeth are nice."

"Hmph, isn't that right?"

"6

Takahashi Haruna proudly raised her chin, released her grip, and her cheeks regained their roundness.

On the swaying tram, Han Chuanyou leaned against the carriage wall, scrolling through the morning news, preparing to see what recent events were worth paying attention to.

The most popular topics were celebrity gossip and trivial matters. As for the others, Han Chuanyou found a complaint next door about the United States' involvement in human experimentation, which revealed the specific details of DNA bomb experiments.

Surprisingly, it didn't generate much buzz. Many of the comments expressed disbelief, saying that America would never do such a thing and that it was a blatant slander.

It seems to have been suppressed by an invisible force; even such an inhumane event couldn't cause a ripple.

The so-called human rights standards of the West are only raised high when they are in their own interest. When they commit crimes themselves, they can only make excuses, pretend to be blind, and turn a blind eye.

What's even more ridiculous is that the reason they can describe those baseless accusations against other countries as if they witnessed them firsthand is simply because they themselves have already committed those dirty deeds.

Slavery to grow cotton, genocide—which of these isn't a glorious part of their history that they're proud of? That's why they can speak so clearly about it.

But it has to be admitted that when it comes to waging a war of public opinion, these people really know how to play the game.

The last class this morning happened to be PE, and I was teaching the same class as Liu Shengxian. The feeling of coming to school and having PE class right away made me feel especially good.

Today's lesson was still badminton. The weather was nice, and it was played outdoors as usual.

Hanchuan You snatched the best-preserved rackets and handed one of them to Yagyu Genon.

"Have you missed me since we haven't seen each other for so many days?"

The girl took the racket and gave him a cold glance: "I'm more than happy that you're not bothering me."

"Your words are so hurtful. I even brought some Ryukyu souvenirs to give to you."

"Just give me the souvenir, and get the person out of here."

"He says one thing but does another."

Hearing him say that, Yagyu Genon slapped him on the butt.

"Hey! Why are you hitting me?"

A slight smile curved the corners of Yagyu Genon's lips, revealing a hint of amusement on his cool and aloof face.

She scoffed, "Who told you to be so obnoxious?"

Seeing the boy raise his racket, she quickly took a step back, covered her back, and looked at him warily.

"In public, you'd better tone it down and not go too far."

"Didn't you strike first? Fine, I'll save you some face in public."

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