Tokyo: The Player Behind the Scenes

The heads of the Daoman family exchanged glances, feeling relieved and liberated. Finally, they glanced at Daoman Xiaoche before throwing themselves into the lava with the demon sword.

Dao Manxiao stood alone on the mountaintop, looking dejected, as the gloom in the sky dissipated.

He stood silently for a long time before picking up Zhu Hai's head, leaving behind a silhouette, and heading down the mountain.

The plan to rebuild the underworld has failed, but Ashiya Dōman's five-hundred-year promise with the Great Serpent of the Other Shore still stands, so let him keep the promise.

You have successfully completed the ending - The Pact with the Underworld.

[Ending Assessment: A perfect ending. All evil has been eradicated; good and evil are revealed in the human heart. Even decaying bones have their fate; though the fuel is exhausted, the fire burns on forever.]

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2395 Side Story: King's Game

239.5 Side Story: King's Game

Inside the room, heavy curtains blocked out the streetlights outside.

Hey.

After leading Higashiyama Shin into the room, Chiba Mizuki smiled and closed the door, locking it from the inside.

Chiba Shion sat on the edge of the bed with a tense expression, seemingly watching TV, but her eyes were actually unfocused.

She was wearing a black bathrobe, which made her skin appear even whiter.

Just

Higashiyama Shin's gaze subtly swept over the mother and daughter's chests.

The difference is like playing Azur Lane.

"Alright, Higashiyama-kun is here. Let's begin. I haven't played cards in a long time, so I'm going to have some fun while I can. You'll play with me, right, Higashiyama-kun?"

Mizuki took Higashiyama Shin's hand and led him to sit on the edge of the bed, next to Chiba Shion, looking nothing like mother and daughter.

"Anything Auntie wants to do, I'm fine with."

That's what he says, but when it's time to play games, he'll definitely focus on the game itself.

Chiba Mizuki seemed quite satisfied with Higashiyama Shin's words, but Chiba Shion narrowed her eyes slightly and sat cross-legged on the bed as well.

"Is Chiba feeling unwell?" Shin Higashiyama asked, looking at her with a half-smile.

Before Chiba Shion could speak, Mizuki interrupted, "Shion has never liked wearing yukata, probably because she's not used to not wearing underwear underneath—ouch, you're hurting Mommy."

Chiba Shion's body seemed to be trembling, and her exposed ears and the back of her fair neck were tinged with a fiery red. One of her feet had somehow come out from her cross-legged position, and her toes were precisely digging into the flesh on the outside of Mizuki's thigh.

However, it seems that not much force was used.

"Mom, it's okay, you don't need to go into so much detail."

Chiba Shion took a deep breath, and these words were almost squeezed out through gritted teeth.

She pulled her legs back, not daring to look at Higashiyama Shin, trying hard to suppress the blush on her face, and unconsciously tightened the collar of her yukata with both hands.

Dongshan kept his eyes straight ahead, studying the hotel's curtains.

Actually, even Ziyuan isn't exactly flat; there's always someone higher up in the mountains.

"Alright, since there are three of us, let's play King's Game!" Mizuki said with a smile, taking out a deck of cards.

Chiba Shion's alarm blared, and she glanced suspiciously at her mother and Higashiyama Shin: "Mom, three people can't play the King's Game, how about thirteen cards?"

"Hey, does Shion want to play Thirteen Cards? Let's vote then." Mizuki blinked and was about to raise her hand.

"No need, let's play the King's Game." Chiba Shion gave up resisting. It was two against one, and no matter how the vote went, she would lose.

In the King's Game, it's purely based on luck, and it might be even better than Thirteen Cards.

The King's Game has little to do with poker.

"Don't worry, the punishments are fixed. Look, I've written them all down. They're all minor punishments." Meiyue opened her collar and reached inside, pulling out more than a dozen folded pieces of paper from somewhere.

Chiba Shion was at her wit's end. She gritted her teeth, reached out and pressed down on her mother's collar, glanced at Higashiyama Shin, and saw that he was still studying the pattern of the curtains. She then breathed a sigh of relief.

"Alright, alright, let's start the game. Who's going to deal the cards?"

Mizuki threw the piece of paper on the bed, then took out a joker, an Ace, a 2, and a 3 from the deck of cards.

"I'll do it." Ziyuan didn't trust her mother at all and took the playing card.

Mizuki handed it to her nonchalantly: "Shion knows the rules, right?"

"I know." Ziyuan shuffled the cards and nodded.

The King's Game is simple: the player who draws the Joker becomes the King and then commands the cards with the corresponding numbers to be punished. However, since the King cannot see the last remaining card, there is a risk of punishing himself.

The fewer people there are, the greater the probability of being punished.

"Hmph~ As expected of my daughter, I started as the king."

On her first draw, Mizuki drew the Joker card. She looked at Shion with a smug look in her eyes, then at Shin Higashiyama.

Ziyuan remained expressionless and covered her cards.

"Let me see what the punishment is. Shoulder massage? Well then, number three will massage number two's shoulders for one minute." Meiyue tossed out the punishment slip and looked at the two of them with a smile.

Ziyuan remained expressionless and motionless.

"No way, Higashiyama-kun, what number are you?" Mizuki looked at Higashiyama.

"Number two, I'm ready." Higashiyama Shin gave a helpless smile and flipped over the cards; it was number two.

He also adjusted his posture, straightened his back, and looked ready.

Mizuki revealed the last card, and sure enough, number three was her.

"Alright, alright, I've shot myself in the foot." Mizuki sighed dramatically, cracked her knuckles, knelt behind Higashiyama Shin, and pressed down on his shoulders.

Ziyuan was initially quite relaxed, but the more she looked, the more nervous she became—they were getting too close!

A minute passed quickly.

Miyuki's arms were a little tired, but she sat back down in her seat with great interest: "Come on, I'll deal the cards this time."

Chiba Shion relaxed her guard slightly; if the punishments were just things like rubbing shoulders, it wouldn't be so bad.

"I am the king." Higashiyama Shin drew the Joker card, picked up a piece of paper, and unfolded it. "Pour water? Is that considered a punishment?"

"We can't go too far, or someone might not be able to handle it." Mizuki glanced at Shion with a seemingly casual look in her eyes.

“Mom, don’t worry about me.” Ziyuan put away her cards and stared at Dongshan Shen. “I’m number three.”

"Okay, then number three, pour number two a glass of ice water." Higashiyama Shin gave the order, then opened his number card, which was number one, unrelated to him.

Mizuki coughed lightly: "Just a little bit of ice will do." She was number two.

Ziyuan wasn't lying; she was indeed number three.

I poured myself a glass of water and came back; the game continued.

After several more rounds, Mizuki narrowed her eyes.

The time has come, let us rise up today!

"I'm the king, so this one—oh dear, it's tickling the soles of the feet!"

In reality, there was no such punishment paper on the bed; it was hidden by Mizuki beforehand.

Shion had a bad feeling, and Mizuki's next words confirmed her premonition.

"Then, Number Three, use a calligraphy brush to tickle Number One's feet for one minute!"

Ziyuan got goosebumps all over her body and her scalp tingled.

She is number one!

No need to think, number three is it.

Dongshan Shen revealed his cards: number three.

Shady!

There was definitely something fishy going on!

Mizuki then pulled out a calligraphy brush that she had prepared beforehand from who-knows-where: "Shion, if you feel this is going too far, you can surrender. Just say you're a little dog three times and that'll be fine."

Ziyuan pursed her lips tightly and gently shook her head: "I will not surrender."

"Then—don't blame Mom!"

After saying that, he handed the brush to Dongshan Shen, and pounced on his daughter's leg like a hungry tiger.

However, Shinichi Higashiyama knew his limits: "Are you sure you can accept this? Shion? How about we switch?"

Ziyuan's tense body slowly relaxed, her face, hidden by her mother, flushed crimson: "No, no need. A bet's a bet."

She took a deep breath and slowly and cautiously extended her calf toward Higashiyama Shin.

The latter supported her round calves, and before she knew it, they almost slipped down to her thighs.

It was purely accidental, it was just too slippery!

Ziyuan was so frightened that she squeezed her legs together, afraid that the other party would take advantage of her.

"Loosen your grip a bit, I can't pull it out."

"Don't do anything unnecessary—wait!"

The brush gently scrapes across the thinnest and most delicate arch of the foot.

Ziyuan suddenly curled her toes, her other heel crumpling the sheets, her body stiffening as if electrocuted: "Higashiyama Shin, you... ha... ha."

"Is Little Shion going to admit defeat?" Mizuki asked playfully.

Ziyuan gasped for breath, biting her lip and refusing to let go.

The brush moved across the soles of her feet, sometimes outlining her ankles. Ziyuan slumped into a puddle of mud, occasionally letting out a few soft moans, like the whimpers of a kitten.

"So Shion is most ticklish here?" Hearing Higashiyama Shin's teasing and calling her by her name, the dazed Shion was too weak to refute.

The game has reached a point where it can no longer continue.

Seeing that he had gained an advantage, Dongshan decided to take his leave quickly.

Win and leave, that's so exciting.

I shouldn't be involved in pornography, right?

Chapter 242: Heavenly Fire Burns the City

"Wake up."

"Kurosaki, wake up!"

Before he could fully regain consciousness, Kurosaki's body had already reflexively sprang up from the sofa.

He hastily wiped the drool from the corner of his mouth and blinked his sleepy eyes hard: "What's wrong? Are the monsters attacking?"

Ping Shenglong did not answer, but solemnly pointed out the window.

Kurosaki's mind went blank for a moment, and he subconsciously tried to flip over the back of the sofa, but he lost his balance and caused the whole sofa to fall to the ground.

He didn't care about his disheveled appearance; he scrambled to his feet and staggered to the window.

The view here is excellent, with a clear view of Mount Fuji.

Illuminated by the incessant flashlights throughout the night, and with the sparse, shimmering golden sand that enveloped the mountain, the mountain's scenery was fully revealed.

Kurosaki picked up the binoculars lying nearby, observed carefully for a few minutes, then sighed and sat down on the ground.

"That talisman can't hold on any longer. It will break either tonight or tomorrow."

The weakening of the talisman's power was visible to the naked eye. Ordinary people might only notice the golden light weakening, but he knew that the power maintaining the barrier could be extinguished at any moment.

"How's the defense going? Are you planning to use nuclear bombs to wipe out the enemy first or hold your ground?" Kurosaki was wide awake. Hesitantly, he took the cigarette from Heisei Ryu and took a deep drag, letting the pungent smoke stimulate his nerves.

“That’s not our concern. Our task is to collect as much data as possible.” Ping Shenglong shook his head and spread a map covered in diagrams on the ground. “Which of the two mainstream predictions do you lean towards? Eruption, or beast tide?”

"Eject." Without hesitation, Kurosaki used his cigarette butt to burn a charred spot on the summit of Mount Fuji on the map.