Only I Follow the Law: An Unorthodox Tokyo Cultivation Routine

After leaving the scene, Han Chuanyou's feelings were somewhat complicated.

In an island nation like this, a divorce can destroy a family and lead to death; it's truly terrifying. He doesn't oppose protecting the vulnerable, but the fact that legal loopholes remain unpatched is itself a mistake.

In short, those minotaurs deserve to die.

"I'm back."

Lying on the sofa, Han Chuan Meiyue glanced at the wall clock, then at Han Chuan You who had entered, and said lazily:

"I was about to lock the door in just one minute."

"I accidentally forgot the time."

Han Chuanyou took out the box in his hand and gestured for her to admire it:

"What do you think of this figure? It's absolutely a masterpiece."

I almost missed getting home on time because I was trying to buy this to get it done.

Mizuki Hanakawa glanced at the figure in the box, noticing its extremely large proportions, and curled her lip: "That's really lewd. What normal person has such an exaggerated figure?"

"Big is good, and good is big. My aesthetic sense was cultivated by you, Meiyue."

Although Mizuki's figure isn't as exaggeratedly proportioned as this figure, it's almost at the pinnacle of real human proportions.

Visually, it's not too jarring, but it's large where it should be large and small where it should be small, with every line just right, making it perfect to the extreme.

Han Chuan Meiyue chuckled smugly twice:

"You know how to talk."

Seeing that she was still dressed the same as when he left, Han Chuanyou casually asked, "Haven't you taken a shower yet?"

"Yes, I just finished running the hot water and I'm about to take a shower."

At night, while nestled on the sofa watching TV, Mizuki Hanakawa emerged from the bathroom, drying her hair.

The white, sheer nightgown was very short, barely covering her buttocks. After being bathed in hot water, her exposed, snow-white thighs had a faint pinkish tinge, and the surface seemed to be shrouded in a hazy mist of moisture, making her look incredibly delicious.

"It's your turn to wash up."

The soft flesh in front of Han Chuan Mei Yue trembled slightly as it came closer, bringing with it a faint fragrance of shower gel. The thin nightgown clung to her delicate body from time to time with her movements, revealing the color of her inner clothing.

Han Chuanyou stood up and couldn't help but praise, "The style and color are nice today, very elegant."

Not only the younger sister, but the older sister looks stunning in it too.

Han Chuan Mei Yue slapped his head: "Stop being a hooligan, go take a bath. I've saved the bathwater for you, remember not to drink it."

"Don't slander me. I didn't even shower with you, let alone with mere bathwater."

"Liar," Han Chuan Mei Yue glanced at him and teased, "Isn't it just because you're afraid I'll find something on you?"

"That's not true, what am I afraid of?"

Han Chuanyou stopped talking to her and headed straight for the bathroom, leaving Meiyue behind with a series of giggles.

"Remember not to do anything bad."

Hearing the laughter only made him more upset.

"Thanks for reminding me, I will."

"Hey, you little rascal, You!"

She's not much better than some people who call themselves perverts.

When I was little, I didn't argue with her when she found fault with me, since I wasn't fully developed yet.

When you grow up, you'll lose face. It's one thing to be laughed at, but it's another to kill them and not bury them, under the guise of checking if their development is normal.

Upon arriving at the washroom, he casually glanced at the laundry basket.

It's a T-shaped style.

It's just so-so, not as comfortable as my own boxer shorts.

I'm just curious, won't it be too tight?

Hmm, let's try it next time. Practice makes perfect.

After washing her hair, Han Chuan You picked up a bar of soap from the soap dish.

There were two curled hairs stuck to it. He naturally took them off, lathered himself with soap, and began to wash his body.

The siblings have been used to sharing toiletries since they were little, and neither of them minds the other.

Miyuki prefers soap to shower gel, believing it cleans better, is more natural, and is less irritating to the skin.

After rinsing himself clean, Han Chuanyou stepped into the bathtub and slowly lay down, his whole body enveloped in the warm water. He squinted his eyes and let out a long sigh of relief.

The bathtub is truly one of mankind's greatest inventions.

He closed his eyes, not wanting to do anything anymore.

Really.

No, I also have important things to do.

On a whim, he took out the jade slip stored in the ring.

This is the manipulation technique I just acquired.

Without much hesitation, he pressed the jade slip to his forehead.

The jade slip seemed to be activated, emitting a faint white light.

Immediately, information about the art of manipulating objects flowed into my mind like a gentle stream.

How to attach spiritual power to objects, how to guide and control them with intention, how to increase control from near to far, from light to heavy...

When he opened his eyes again, he circulated his spiritual power and used his object manipulation technique.

First came the soap, which flew effortlessly off the soap rack, followed by a small stool, and finally a large water balloon.

He gradually increased his spiritual power output and finally measured the current limit of his object manipulation technique. The object he could stably control weighed about two kilograms, and the maximum effective distance was about two meters.

As cultivation level increases, this range should continue to expand.

Although this spell isn't particularly powerful, its advantage lies in its convenience. Once mastered, it's like having an invisible hand, and can even be used in combat to manipulate swords and attack enemies.

Just as he was having a great time playing with his new spell, Mizuki's voice came from outside.

"Xiaoyou, haven't you come out yet? Are you really doing something weird?"

He quickly replied, "No! Meiyue, don't slander me!"

……

The following day, during breakfast.

Han Chuanyou ate breakfast while browsing the news on her phone, and the murder case that happened last night was prominently featured.

However, the news only mentioned that a murder occurred at a nightclub and the murderer was caught, without mentioning the number of victims. This seems like an attempt to suppress the news, but with so many videos online, even if they wanted to suppress it, they couldn't do so much.

Some insiders have already dug up Inoue Takehiko's background and even sorted out most of the details of the case.

Perhaps because it resonated with so many people, some online have called Takehiko Inoue the Minotaur Hunter and the Tokyo Knife Maniac.

Of course, there were also opponents who felt there was more to the story, and in any case, the argument raged.

The Metropolitan Police Department reacted relatively quickly this time, issuing a statement early in the morning, claiming that the case must be thoroughly investigated. The head of the jurisdiction naturally bowed in apology for what happened and promised to increase patrols in the future.

"Mizuki, have you seen the news about the murder near the north exit of Nakano Station?"

"Of course I watched it."

Han Chuan Meiyue closed her phone, her expression calm, and took a sip of her coffee.

"How come you haven't reacted much to such a big case, Mizuki?"

"The murderer was a pitiful person, and the others who died were all yakuza members and scum. I'm overjoyed."

She paused for a moment, then casually said:

"You can't marry a woman like that. It's one thing to cheat, but to drive someone to ruin and death is another. She's a disgrace to women and disgusting."

"Of course I know. From now on, I will only marry someone who loves me. What about you, Mizuki?"

"Me?" Han Chuan Meiyue picked up a sugar cube and put it into her coffee. She stirred it with a coffee spoon while staring at the boy in front of her. "Of course I'll find someone I love."

"Aren't you afraid that, like in this news story, you'll end up with nothing?"

"He wouldn't dare! Believe me or not, I'll smash his head in."

With a dangerous smile on her lips, Han Chuan Mei Yue continued to add.

"I'm referring to the top and the bottom."

Han Chuanyou subconsciously shrank back and gave her a thumbs up: "It has to be the older sister, so powerful and domineering, the younger brother is completely inferior."