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

"Itsuki no Yuri said softly."

The quiet, dimly lit environment created a unique kind of stimulation. Yukinoshita's eyes were glistening with tears as she felt the boy before her was tempting her, and her breath was hot.

She let out a seductive moan, leaned forward, braced her arms on either side of him, and pressed herself against him.

"I'm sorry, Yu-kun, I couldn't hold back anymore..."

He couldn't refuse, and greedily savored the taste of his neck.

Help! I've been pinned against the wall again.

Han Chuan You had become accustomed to Miss Yuri's infatuation and was "powerless" to resist, leaving him to be toyed with at will.

Sensing something, Yukinoshita Yuri's eyes welled up with tears: "Should we use it outside?"

"no need!"

Han Chuan You refused without even thinking. She had no habit of exposing herself in public. What was going on? Was she supposed to experience all those hentai anime scenes? Had the roles been reversed?

"Is that so... We'll have to use it later."

Yukinoshita Yuri's voice carried a hint of regret.

What are you regretting? Han Chuan You thinks Miss Yuri has a serious problem.

Chapter 178 What else can you do besides getting covered in saliva? (Same religion)

The faint sounds in the alley gradually subsided.

Yukinoshita let out a satisfied hum, propped herself up against Hanukawa Yu's chest, her eyes filled with the boy, the tenderness in her eyes so intense it seemed to melt into a spring tide that would overwhelm hearts.

Han Chuanyou touched his chest; the area that had been squeezed by the soft fabric felt damp, and the sweat seeping into the fabric didn't belong to him.

It's only June, and the weather is already getting warmer.

He turned his head and seemed to hear the cicadas chirping; it wasn't his imagination.

Birds flew past outside the alley, and the ground at the alley entrance was illuminated by the sunlight, creating a bright patch that seemed to be steaming, just like the restless heart at this moment.

Looking at the boy's neck, which was damp, Yukinoshita Yuri pursed her full lips, took out a handkerchief from her handbag, and gently wiped his neck.

"I'm sorry, Yu-kun, I just couldn't control myself."

"Hmm...I understand."

This is also an affirmation of his own charm. Han Chuan You believes that as long as a woman has a normal sexual orientation, she cannot resist the idea of ​​eating him. He has encountered quite a few strange older women since he was a child, but of course, none of them succeeded.

Yukinoshita Yuri is an exception; just as no one can resist his charm, very few can resist her.

But to be honest, this was the first time he had ever met someone as straightforward as Miss Lily.

"Yu-kun is such a gentle person."

Yukinoshita Yuri smiled faintly at him, wiping the sweat from her forehead with the handkerchief she had used to wipe the boy's skin. A fine layer of sweat appeared on her flushed, beautiful face, adding to her charming allure.

only……

'You are satisfied.'

Han Chuanyou couldn't help but silently complain to himself.

'Miss Lily, what else can you do besides make me drool all over?!'

He took a breath of the air that lingered between them, carrying the orchid-like fragrance emanating from Miss Lily, and quickly calmed himself down.

He now has enough control over his body to cover up these embarrassing moments, but he usually doesn't use it. He doesn't want to be seen as a problem child, and at least he needs to prove his sexual orientation.

After getting ready, the two walked out of the alley. Han Chuanyou was relieved that most people were taking a nap at this time.

No one noticed what secret affair was taking place as the two people, one big and one small, emerged from the alley.

"Yu-kun, have some water."

Yukinoshita Yuri took a bottle of mineral water out of her shopping bag, unscrewed it, and handed it to the boy next to her. She had already drunk a little more than half of it.

Han Chuan You took it and tilted his head back to gulp it down.

The bottle cap was still in the woman's hand, and Han Chuanyou handed the plastic bottle back.

Yukinoshita Yuri smiled gently, took a small sip from the spot where the boy had drunk from, and carefully put the bottle back.

The two parted ways at their doorstep.

Yukinoshita Yuri hummed a beautiful melody, then lifted her leg to hook off her beige low-cut leather shoes and took out slippers to change into.

Takahashi Haruna was lying on the tatami mat, playing a game on her phone. Hearing the noise, she immediately got up: "Aunt Yuri, you're finally back! Where's my ice cream?"

Yukinoshita Yuri paused for a moment as she put down her shopping bag.

When he met Yu-kun, he completely forgot about what Hina wanted.

She said with a hint of guilt, "I forgot, there are some cold drinks in the fridge, just make do with these."

"Ah~ How could I forget? Aunt Lily, do you understand the feeling of waiting at home for a cool and refreshing ice cream, full of anticipation, finally getting it, opening it, taking a bite, and feeling the rich milky flavor and coolness take away the heat in your body? No, you don't understand."

Takahashi Haruna lay on the ground, kicking her feet to express her dissatisfaction.

"If you want to buy it, go buy it yourself. I asked you to run errands, but you won't. All you do is eat."

Yukinoshita Yuri ignored her rambling and started organizing the things she had just bought.

"I'll buy you anything delicious." Takahashi Haruna sprang up from the ground.

Seeing her reach for her shopping bag, Yukinoshita Yuri grabbed the bag opening to cover its contents, pressed down on her forehead, and pushed her aside.

"Don't bother me, I'll clean it up myself and give it to you later, you can go away."

"Okay okay."

Yukinoshita Yuri breathed a sigh of relief after getting rid of Hina.

She thought that Han Chuanyou might be tempted to buy this when she passed by a specialty store, since it was definitely better than using her hands. However, she was now wondering where to store it.

In Tokyo at night, a long-awaited heavy rain fell.

The raindrops pattered against the roof, walls, and windows, their slightly aggressive patter only making the interior feel warmer.

"Xiao You! Close all the doors and windows!"

Mizuki's muffled voice came from the bathroom.

"understood!"

With a sweep of his divine sense, Han Chuanyou's figure vanished from the spot. He activated his object manipulation technique and finished everything in no time.

Technological advancements are meant to make us lazy, and cultivating immortality is much the same; Han Chuan You has grasped another profound truth.

Daejeon Ward, Dengenchofu.

On a rainy night, the city's neon lights are almost invisible. The castle-like mansions are neatly divided, and the planned area does not allow buildings to exceed three stories or any commercial facilities. It is the first choice for wealthy people who prefer a quiet atmosphere.

At this moment, in a brightly lit Western-style mansion, a torrential downpour was underway, and security guards dressed in black raincoats were monitoring the surroundings for any unusual activity.

Apart from the necessary security personnel inside the facility, almost everyone walking around was a woman.

They are all chosen female believers, dedicated to serving the leader, Takeuchi Naoyu. A new batch comes every day, and those who are fortunate enough to receive a cleansing ritual from Takeuchi Naoyu, who is the Lord of the Second Coming, to eliminate human sinfulness.

Regardless of their background or family connections, once they have emptied their savings and donated everything to the church, they have no way out.

Even if someone realizes it halfway through.

They have given too much and fallen too deep. The only thing that can comfort them is the illusory spiritual kingdom promised by the church.

As for whether it really exists, they haven't thought about it, or rather, they don't dare to think about it at all.

Inside the living room, Takeuchi Naohisa, seated at the head of the table, wore a peculiar white robe and a crown made of an exquisitely crafted cross.

Tonight is a Christian Sunday, and also a day of cleansing for the same church. He will invite some high-ranking members to spend this day together to cleanse the sins of selected female believers.

A routine meeting is usually held beforehand to discuss church affairs with several other senior church officials.

A high-ranking official in a lower position spoke up: "Kazushi Nagai's self-destruction attack failed. Apart from himself, there were no casualties at the scene."

"What a pity. May his soul rest in peace in the Spirit World."

Takeuchi Naoyuki closed his eyes and began to mutter incoherently, but he felt no sorrow whatsoever for the deaths of his followers.

He was very dissatisfied that something like this could fail.

He ordered Nagai Kazushi to detonate bombs in crowded areas in order to cover up a government scandal.

Generally speaking, when a hot news story occurs, it is usually covered up by a more sensational news story that is more related to the safety and well-being of ordinary people.

Even if it means sacrificing many citizens, we are willing to do so.

The union of religion and state has always been a tenet of the Unification Church, which maintains close ties with the mainstream political parties in the island nation.

He amassed wealth through his followers, while politicians operated through political donations from the same church, turning a blind eye to the church's clandestine activities.

Both sides get what they need, and followers under the same religious banner are definitely a vote bank that politicians covet.

It is no exaggeration to say that the influence of the same religion can be seen everywhere in the political circles of this island nation.

The island nation's former prime ministers were elected because of his support, and nearly two hundred members of parliament have deep ties with their religious sect.

Even the influential Washington Times in the United States is one of their businesses.

The hunting scandal has gone viral online, and the government urgently needs a major event to cover it up, so the same church is naturally happy to help.

Takeuchi Naohisa tapped his fingertips on the table before speaking:

"Minta, pick a reliable person tomorrow, and set up the meeting place inside the Weekly Bunshun building."

The weekly magazine Bunshun has frequently criticized the same religion; it's time to teach them a lesson.

The executive named Minta nodded in agreement: "Yes..."

The same religion does not want the current government to fall. What they need is a government with stable power that relies on them for funding.

However, there is no necessary equation between social stability and regime consolidation. This explosion could be fabricated as a conspiracy by radical forces in a neighboring country to divert public attention and anger towards the government next door.

By transforming internal contradictions into external contradictions, rule is naturally consolidated, and the current diplomatic strategy precisely confirms the correctness of this approach.

Social stability is not what the Church needs. Regardless of how the Metropolitan Police Department views it, the Church has always only needed controlled chaos.

This is also the result that right-wing elements are most happy to see, as one of the tenets of the same religion is anti-red.

In the eyes of the same religion, materialism is Satan in disguise, an enemy of faith that must be eliminated.

"Master, I'm afraid our actions will attract the attention of Death," another high-ranking member said, his tone somewhat worried.

"Currently, all church activities have been suspended. How could a bombing of unknown origin possibly attract the attention of death?"

Naoyuki Takeuchi, who has led the Doi Sukō for so many years, is much smarter and more cautious than those ungrateful people.

He both respected and hated death.

The existence of the Grim Reaper, to some extent, confirms that some unknown thing may indeed exist. So, what if I could obtain that power?

He really wanted it; he dreamed about it.

If he could, he would even like to cooperate with Death.

Once I possess power beyond that of mortals, wouldn't I truly become the Advent Lord?

Based on his own calculations and the clues from Hamabe Umiho, Han Chuanyou had arrived several minutes earlier and had been quietly watching their performance.

After hearing the whole story, his eyes grew even colder.

"You think I won't come looking for you?"

His figure emerged from the corner of the living room.

The icy voice seemed to carry shards of ice, exuding a chilling aura.

The people in the living room noticed the figure that had suddenly appeared.

Black robes, gold and red mask.

grim Reaper?!

They both felt a jolt in their hearts.

Chapter 179 The wicked Kujo Maki

These people looked terrified and stood up in unison.

The sound of tables and chairs being moved, scraping against the floor, was somewhat grating.