Only I Follow the Law: An Unorthodox Tokyo Cultivation Routine

The Kujo family.

The tea room is decorated in an antique style.

On the solid wood tea table, steam rises from the white porcelain cups filled with hot tea.

Kujo Kitsune and her daughter Kujo Maki sat facing each other.

Beside her, Hongye reported the situation in a low voice:

"The body of the second young master of the Hashimoto family has been unearthed on campus. According to current information, it was likely the work of the Grim Reaper yesterday. The school is currently cooperating with the Metropolitan Police Department's investigation and has decided to suspend classes for two days."

Hongye paused, and seeing that the two did not intend to speak, she continued:

"The Hashimoto family wants the Kujo family to get involved. They claim that Hashimoto Aoseki, as Harukawa's teacher, was brutally murdered by the Grim Reaper at school, which is a provocation against the Kujo family."

As Kujo Maki picked up the white porcelain cup, her slender fingers, painted with rose-colored nail polish, stood out sharply against the pristine white porcelain surface, appearing even more delicate and beautiful.

She chuckled softly, a mocking smile curving her red lips, and turned to look at Kujou Kitsune:

"Fox Feather, what do you think?"

Kujou Kitsuneba gently shook his head:

"The Kujo family certainly can't get involved. This is a feud between the Grim Reaper and the Hashimoto family. If we get involved, the conflict might shift to the Kujo family."

Kujo Maki parted her red lips slightly, took a sip of tea, and spoke with a hint of amusement:

"Indeed, they've got a good plan to get the Kujo family involved. The Hashimoto family got themselves into this mess, we can't get involved."

"By the way," Hongye added, "I think there's a reason why Hashimoto Aoseki was targeted by the Grim Reaper. I specifically ordered someone to investigate his background and found out that he left his previous school after his act of secretly filming and threatening students was exposed. He just joined Qingchuan a few days ago."

Upon hearing this, Kujo Maki frowned, her eyes revealing undisguised disgust.

"It was a huge mistake to let this kind of person into Qingchuan. We need to find out who let him in, whether a background check was conducted, and whether there were any irregularities. Once we find out, we should handle it according to the rules."

"Yes."

Hongye nodded immediately.

……

Upon entering, Han Chuanyu was warmly received by Yukinoshita Yuri.

"The grapes are washed." Yukinoshita Yuri placed the fruit platter on the coffee table. "Hanchuan-kun, please make yourself at home. I'm going to the kitchen to cook. Do you have any dietary restrictions?"

Han Chuan You shook his head: "No, Miss Yukinoshita, you can do whatever you want."

"Okay," Yukinoshita Yuri smiled slightly, picked up the remote and turned on the TV. "You can watch TV here. Excuse me."

The sizzling sound of stir-frying gradually came from the kitchen, and a faint smell of cooking filled the air.

The layout of the customer lounge of Hanchuan Youhuan.

Perhaps because they hadn't been here long, the living room felt a bit empty and lacked a sense of home.

There wasn't much to watch on weekday TV programs, and after watching for a while he got bored, so he got up and went to the kitchen.

"Miss Yukinoshita, let me help. Is there anything I can wash?"

Yukinoshita Yuri turned her head, her hands still moving: "No need, you're a guest, just sit down."

Han Chuan You smiled and said, "Let me help you out. I'd feel bad if I ate for free."

Yukinoshita Yuri couldn't take her eyes off that youthful smile for a moment.

Coming to her senses, she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and gestured to the spinach on the counter.

"Then... I'll have to ask you to wash these spinach."

"Leave it to me."

Han Chuanyou arrived at the pool, rolled up his sleeves, turned on the tap, and began washing.

Yukinoshita Yuri's gaze was drawn to the boy's strong arm muscles again. She pursed her lips, her Adam's apple bobbing slightly, lost in thought.

After helping out, there wasn't much left for him to do in the kitchen. Han Chuan You didn't leave; he leaned against the stove, chatting casually with Yukinoshita Yuri.

"Why is Ms. Yukinoshita still at home on a weekday?"

"I work from home, so my hours are quite flexible," Yukinoshita Yuri replied.

Han Chuan You was somewhat surprised: "Really? That's good."

Although he was curious about the specifics of the job, he didn't press the matter as it involved privacy.

Yukinoshita Yuri continued to stir-fry the ingredients in the pan. It looked like spicy miso braised pork, a dish that would go very well with rice.

"Hanchuan-kun, it'll be ready soon. Could you get me a plate? It's in the cabinet to my right."

"no problem."

Han Chuan You bent down, took out a plate, and handed it to Yukinoshita Yuri. She took the plate and put the roasted pork into it.

A piece of vegetable slipped off the edge of the pot, rolled down the edge of the plate, and landed squarely on her skirt, leaving a small stain of sauce.

Yukinoshita Yuri looked down at the stain on her skirt, her pretty brows furrowing:

"That's so reckless of me, I've only worn this dress twice."

She put down the plate, lifted her skirt, and stared at the stains on it with a troubled expression.

Her fair and slender calves were exposed to the air as she moved, and above her knees, her slightly plump thighs gleamed with a warm glow in the afternoon light.

Seemingly noticing Han Chuan You's gaze, she paused, looked up, and a charming smile curved her lips:

"Kanakawa-kun seems quite interested in my body."

"What?" Han Chuan You was stunned for a moment.

Before he could answer, Yukinoshita Yuri raised her delicate and beautiful face, stared at the boy's face, her cheeks slightly shy and flushed with a charming blush, and lifted her skirt up a little more with both hands.

Her entire plump, long legs were almost completely exposed. Underneath the long skirt, there were naturally no safety shorts or anything that would be an eyesore. A small area covered by light purple lace fabric, revealing a fleshy, perfect triangle, was clearly visible to Han Chuanyou.

Did I see a secret passage to heaven?

Han Chuanyou's mind went blank for a moment, and he could hardly believe it.

"Are you done?"

Amidst the hum of the range hood, Yukinoshita Yuri's delicate cheeks gradually flushed with an eerie red, and a faint, alluring moan escaped her throat.

"Hmm~"

"alright."

Even if it's not better yet, it has to be better.

Yukinoshita Yuri let out a soft sigh, lowered her skirt, and moved very naturally, as if she had just done something completely ordinary.

She smiled gently at Han Chuanyou, her tone tender:

"Let's go eat then."

On the dining table, the food was plentiful. Han Chuanyou picked up a piece of roasted pork and put it in his mouth, but his sense of taste and thoughts seemed disconnected. His mind was still replaying the scenery from just a few seconds ago.

He even wondered if he had gone mad from cultivating immortality and if he had just experienced a hallucination.

Yukinoshita Yuri placed a piece of sliced ​​pork into his bowl, her smile as gentle as ever: "Hanchuan-kun, eat more, try my cooking!"

The food was indeed delicious, but Han Chuanyou's mind was completely elsewhere.

What does Ms. Yukinoshita mean by this? Is she a naive, innocent type? Or...?

He lowered his head and ate a mouthful of rice, glancing out of the corner of his eye at the gentle and harmless face opposite him.

Or did I just encounter a perverted woman?

Yukinoshita Yuri smiled and said, "Why are you staring at me, Hanukawa-kun?"

Could it be that... that someone would do this to themselves?

Han Chuanyou hesitated for a moment, then finally shook his head: "It's nothing."

There was a brief silence between them, but they continued eating, as if they understood each other perfectly.