Only I Follow the Law: An Unorthodox Tokyo Cultivation Routine.

"Stop pressing it."

She bit her lower lip, wondering how it could feel so good.

"It will be ready soon."

Han Chuanyou said softly, continuing to channel spiritual energy.

Suddenly, Yagyu Genon felt that her feet were more sensitive than ever before. She could only try to cover her mouth to keep quiet, and a thin layer of mist gradually appeared in her eyes.

Han Chuan You stared, somewhat stunned, at the minister's usually aloof and distant face, now showing a mixture of shyness and some indescribable emotion.

So she can make that kind of expression too.

after a while.

"what……"

Completely exhausted, Yagyu Genon leaned limply against the pillow, her eyes glazed over, her cheeks flushed slightly, and her lips parted, revealing the tip of her pink tongue through her pearly teeth.

Han Chuan You watched this scene and thought to himself, "Oh no, it's just a foot massage, right? I hope I haven't messed up the department head's behavior." The main thing is that his expression is so captivating that you just want to look at him a little longer.

“Strings, wake up.”

He leaned closer to the minister and poked her burning cheek with his finger, only to find that her expression was unexpectedly astringent.

Yagyu Genon's eyelashes trembled, her unfocused pupils slowly refocused, and after seeing the face so close to hers, she gritted her teeth and forced out a few words:

"You...you bastard..."

Chapter 150 A Man Taking Revenge on Society

Yagyu Genon felt that having Kankawa Yu bring her to the infirmary was a huge mistake.

However, his foot did seem to have returned to normal after the massage, but it was still a bit weak and he couldn't move it for a while.

Is this any different from before?

It was indeed his fault, and Han Chuan You obediently admitted his mistake.

But he felt that the fault did not lie solely with him.

"I think this is also your fault."

Yagyu Genon frowned his handsome brows: "Is it my fault?"

Han Chuan You nodded matter-of-factly: "Who told you to make such a cute expression? It makes people want to look at you a little longer."

A blush returned to Yagyu Genon's cheeks: "You... don't think I'll forgive you just because you say nice things."

They definitely couldn't participate in today's club activities, so the two stayed until Yagyu Genon recovered.

"We're leaving, Minami-sensei."

Han Chuan Yu greeted Shiraishi Minami, who was dozing off in a chair.

Minami Shiraishi stood up, her gaze sweeping over the bedsheets: "I thought you two were really playing some kind of romantic game, knowing I was looking for excitement."

Yagyu Tsurune explained embarrassedly, "I...we're not a couple, and we didn't do anything."

“Okay…” Minami Shiraishi waved her hand, “You guys can go now, remember to spray the pesticide when you get home…”

As they walked out of the infirmary, Yagyu Tsurune kicked his shin: "You just wait, I'll remember what happened today."

"Yes, yes, I'll remember for as long as I want. I'm relieved to see you so full of energy. You can kick me as many times as you want."

When Yagyu Genon met the boy's smiling eyes, a warm current seemed to surge in her chest.

Why say such touching things...?

……

The tram station was bustling with people leaving get off work and students leaving school, the vibrant young men and women a stark contrast to the slightly tired commuters.

Han Chuanyou leaned against a pillar on the tram platform, in a good mood.

He still vividly remembered the minister's shy expression and regretted not recording it with his phone.

wrong……

He knows magic.

A flash of inspiration struck him, and the image in his mind was instantly transferred to his phone's photo album.

He took out his phone, and the minister's almost broken expression was crystal clear, so he couldn't help but smile.

That's great.

[The aura of demonic cultivators is present; nearby demonic cultivators are eager to cause trouble. As disciples of righteous sects, make a choice quickly...]

Han Chuanyou's eyes narrowed, and he subconsciously looked around.

The gaze quickly locked onto a middle-aged man in a suit, who was overweight, with the words "Demonic Cultivator" clearly floating above his head.

Takeshi Kumagai was officially dismissed by his company this morning.

The reason given was that he repeatedly sneaked into women's restrooms to take photos to satisfy his despicable desires.

The cause was simple: his actions were caught red-handed by a new female employee. Based on past experience, he wanted to use his position as section chief to suppress the situation. He had done this for the past few years, and most of the girls had kept quiet to avoid being fired.

But this time was different. The female employee did not remain silent and called the police directly. Coincidentally, she had an older brother who worked at a newspaper, and he made the incident into the news.

Public opinion turned against him, and the company quickly distanced itself from him, firing him the very next day.

As one of the company's earliest veterans, he dedicated himself to the company for over twenty years and never imagined he would end up like this.

In middle age, one loses their job and is burdened with a stain that can never be washed away.

But he did not regret doing such a thing; at this moment, he only felt resentment.

It's all those women's fault. Wearing such short skirts and showing so much leg, weren't they just trying to seduce him? He was just recording their bodies, he didn't actually do anything, so why are they treating him like this?

Years of pent-up frustration erupted at this moment, and the last shred of reason in his mind vanished the instant he was dismissed.

He looked around, wanting to take revenge on the society that had taken everything from him.

Why can those young people live carefree lives? Why should I, who have worked diligently for over twenty years, end up like this?

He hated everyone.

On the tram platform, people were coming and going, and Kumagai Takeshi's eyes quickly locked onto a girl who was standing alone on the edge of the platform waiting for the train.

The girl, wearing a school uniform and carrying a backpack, was looking down at her phone, radiating youthful energy—an air he hated most about her carefree attitude.

He was also a bully on weekdays. He liked to walk on the street after get off work, pick out women who looked weak, and knock them to the ground with his shoulder. They looked so relaxed.

He believed he was teaching these people a lesson, showing them the cruelty of society.

He walked over slowly, clenching his fists.

This time, instead of hitting her, another idea popped into his head: push her down and let her experience what despair is like.

He gradually approached the girl, then raised his hands and shoved her hard in the back.

However, the moment he exerted force, his left foot tripped over his right foot, causing him to lose his balance and push off course.

The girl gasped as his arm brushed against her shoulder, staggered two steps to the side, and finally regained her balance.

Kumagai Takeshi was not so lucky. He stumbled and rushed off the edge of the platform, lost his footing, and fell directly off the platform.

"what!"

He fell heavily onto the tram tracks, his knee hitting the rails. The excruciating pain made him scream, drawing gasps from the surrounding passengers.

The tram roared into the station, its headlights so bright he could barely open his eyes.

He struggled to get up, grabbed the edge of the platform with both hands, and tried desperately to climb up. However, his obese body, which was usually not used for exercise, coupled with the severe pain in his knees, made it impossible for him to use his arms. He could only lie on the edge of the platform and kick his legs in vain.

"Quick! Pull me up! Save me..."

He reached out his hand to the person above, his eyes filled with fear and pleading.

Several well-meaning passengers crouched down, trying to reach out and help him up, but for some reason, Kumagai Takeshi's hand suddenly let go, and he fell back onto the tracks.

He turned his head in despair as the tram drew closer, its headlights illuminating his terrified face.

Am I going to die?

At that moment, he suddenly realized something.

The despicable one is none other than himself.

He regretted it; why did he do those things?

The tram grew larger and larger in his pupils.

"Do not!!"

The tram eventually pulled into the station.

The enormous impact was swallowed up by the roar of the rails. Kumagai Takeshi's body was first thrown off the ground by the powerful kinetic energy, and his internal organs ruptured instantly.

His vision went black, and then his body was pulled under the car like a rag, his bones shattered, and his body was torn to pieces by the wheels.

Blood instantly stained the railway tracks, and a strong stench of blood wafted from under the platform.

On the platform, screams from the crowd rose and fell.

Han Chuan You put his phone into his pocket.

This was undoubtedly his doing; he saw exactly what the man was trying to do, and all that could be said was that he deserved to die.

Unable to act directly, he simply used the Soul-Controlling Gu to control his body, creating this so-called accident.

Fortunately, the tram that ran over the man was traveling in the opposite direction; otherwise, he might not have been able to get home for a while.

Chapter 151 The Male Lead of a Hentai Anime, the Arrogant Young Lady

"Mizuki, I was so scared just now. Someone was run over and killed by a train right in front of me. It was a huge blow to me. I need your comfort."

When Han Chuan You got home, he threw down his schoolbag, ran to the kitchen, and hugged Mei Yue's waist for comfort.

Han Chuan Mei Yue was washing vegetables at the sink when he suddenly nudged her forward, startling her.

She shook the water off her hands, slapped away the restless hand in front of her, and said helplessly.

"Here we go again. You think I'd believe that?"

As she spoke, she turned and pushed him away:

"Get out of the way, don't bother me while I'm cooking."

“I have evidence.”

Han Chuan You took out his phone, opened the photo album as proof, and then, Xuan Yin's broken expression appeared in front of Mi Yue.

The air fell silent for a moment.

Han Chuanyou coughed: "Not this one, it's this one."

His hand slipped, and then he landed on the blood-stained rails.

Han Chuan Meiyue looked at him with a half-smile, then swiped her finger back to the previous image, her tone dangerous:

"No, this one will do. I need your explanation."

Han Chuanyou turned off her phone: "This is not important. In your eyes, is your brother's physical and mental health less important than such trivial matters?"

"This is important." Han Chuan Meiyue crossed her arms, forcing a superior smile. "What's wrong with you? This looks like we're in bed. Did you ruin some girl?"

This girl looks really happy; she's never felt this good before.

She felt as if a huge green hat had been placed on her head.

After waiting for so long, this brat was eaten by someone else beforehand.

At this moment, she felt extremely regretful.

"Mizuki, I do not accept your slander. My virginity is absolutely still intact."

Han Chuanyou looked grief-stricken.

He continued, "It's just... that, just a simple massage. Don't you know how powerful my massage is? Besides, this is the school's infirmary, and there's even a timer on it."

Han Chuanyou glanced at it again.

Recalling his massage techniques, Han Chuan Meiyue's expression became somewhat strange. It was indeed a bit unbearable, and she only half believed what he said.

"Then why did you take a picture of it?"