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

It is said that teenagers are easily controlled by hormones, and she, at the time, was no exception.

Blame it on those wretched hormones.

The two men gave remarkably similar excuses in this regard.

After drying her hair, Han Chuanyou turned around and looked her up and down expectantly: "It's my turn to help you, Meiyue."

Under the open gaze of everyone, Mizuki's mature figure was on full display.

She turned her head and hung the showerhead back up.

"Go ahead and soak yours, I'll do it myself."

Han Chuanyou didn't insist. He rinsed himself off and stepped into the bathtub.

The hot water reached his calves, waist, and finally chest. He leaned against the edge of the bathtub, closed his eyes, and felt the comfort brought by the active molecules in the bath salts.

Before long, the water in the bathtub rippled gently, the hot water washed over his chest, and a warm, smooth body pressed against him.

He didn't open his eyes, but simply reached out and put his arm around her lower back, pulling her closer to him. Then he lowered his head, found the perfect spot, and kissed her.

……

In the end, it was Hanchuan You who personally carried Mizuki back upstairs.

I opened the door and went to the bedside.

He bent down and placed the slightly limp Meiyue on the bed, then pressed himself against her, sniffing her neck.

"You still want to eat? Are all guys like this?"

Han Chuan Mei Yue squinted, her bright cheeks flushed, her slender hand resting on the back of his head, her voice trailing off slightly, adding a touch of sexiness to her languid tone.

“A man is still a boy until he dies, but you, Mizuki, should get some rest.”

Han Chuanyou straightened up and pulled the summer quilt over her belly button.

The bathroom is much more convenient; it doesn't require much effort at all.

Even after all this time, Mizuki still smells so good.

"I thought you were going to sleep with me."

"I'm not a child anymore."

Han Chuanyou thought to himself that it was a pity, but then, as if remembering something, he changed the subject.

"I'm going back to my room to play some games, and I'll come back later."

"If you dare wake me up, I'll cripple you."

"If you keep this up, it might be a little difficult for me to wake you up."

Han Chuanyou lowered his head and kissed her again, feeling completely filled, both in his heart and body.

He certainly didn't really want to play games.

Once back in his room, he checked that the warning array was working properly, and then his figure disappeared from the spot.

Katayama Masanao, it's time for you to pay the price for your words and actions.

But Han Chuanyou wasn't going to make a move right now; he needed to instill fear in him first.

At the top of Tokyo Skytree, the night wind howled, and the lights of the entire city of Tokyo spread out beneath his feet.

Han Chuanyou stood at the edge of the tower and took out a specially made encrypted mobile phone from his storage ring.

This was obtained from Haihe Binbian. It has no camera function, no positioning chip, and even the basic communication module has been removed, leaving only the most basic network access to ensure that no trace of his identity can be left.

He usually keeps it in a storage ring to further prevent any possibility of it being exposed.

He opened his dark web account, tapped the screen with his fingertips, and began editing text.

[Katayama Masanao, time of death: June 4th, 5:30 PM. Please stay tuned.]

Click to send.

He put his phone away with satisfaction.

These next two days, let's wait for death to come in fear.

After finishing, he waved his hand, and a flying sword appeared beside him, its blade shimmering with a bluish-gold light.

He lightly touched the sword with his toes, and his figure transformed into a streak of light, flying swiftly towards home.

In her hazy state, Han Chuan Meiyue felt a warm and firm embrace coming from behind, arms encircling her waist, the warmth of the palms passing through the fabric of her pajamas onto her skin.

She opened her eyes, her tone tinged with annoyance at being woken up: "I told you to be careful and not wake me up."

"I was wrong."

The voice came from behind.

"I'll let you off this time."

Han Chuan Meiyue gave a soft hum, turned over, nuzzled her head against his chest, and found a comfortable spot.

Han Chuan You gazed at Mei Yue's beautiful face so close to his own, his body gradually disappearing into the blankets.

Gradually, Han Chuan Mei Yue perked up a bit and slapped the bulge in the blanket with a hint of annoyance.

"You brat, are you never going to stop?!"

"Um……"

Han Chuanyou mumbled a response, ignoring everything else.

Han Chuan Mei Yue raised her chin and could only hug him tightly.

Meanwhile, in another world, Death's concise text announcement is rapidly spreading throughout the underworld.

The first to notice were various official personnel or other organizations who were staking out Death's only publicly known account.

They have almost no concept of time difference, taking turns on duty 24 hours a day, their eyes never leaving the screen.

This is the first time that Death has announced his execution plans to the public in advance, using only text.

With only a clear date and names, it was a completely public execution notice.

The message acted like a lit fuse, spreading continuously across the dark web and subsequently being shared on various anonymous forums, chat groups, and social media platforms.

All eyes were drawn to that name at the same moment.

Masanao Katayama, the bald politician who had previously spoken confidently on television about extraterrestrial civilizations, military expansion, and the existential crisis, is now being watched by the entire internet for every move he makes.

The next day.

Katayama Masanao woke up in bed.

He has always had a poor sleep, so he always puts his phone on Do Not Disturb mode before going to bed. The first thing he does after waking up is to reach for his phone on his pillow.

The moment the screen lit up, a dense bar of missed calls and message notifications filled the entire notification area.

He squinted, his gaze lingering on the long string of numbers and names for a moment, his expression slightly frozen.

What happened? Was I bombarded with phone calls because of what I said yesterday?

As a politician, he was no stranger to this kind of scene.

Receiving a flood of responses after making controversial remarks has become a daily occurrence.

He intended to scroll past the notification bar, grab a coffee first, and not read it closely, since the content was mostly the same anyway.

Just then, the screen lit up again.

The caller ID shows it's your assistant.

He pressed the answer button, his tone carrying a hint of impatience at being disturbed by a phone call so early in the morning:

"Hello? What's wrong?"

"Mr. Katayama, you finally answered the phone!"

The assistant's voice sounded somewhat hurried.

"Death... Death has sent a message! Saying that your death will be at 5:30 PM tomorrow!"

"what?"

Upon hearing this news, his pupils dilated.

The phone slipped from my fingers and hit the floor. The call was still going on, and my assistant's voice came through the receiver:

"Sir? Sir, are you still there?"

But he was no longer listening; one sentence kept repeating in his mind.

He's been targeted by Death!

It felt as if a bucket of ice water had been poured over him, chilling him to the bone.

Chapter 187 Fun and Easy to Squeeze: The Metropolitan Police Department's Secret Meeting

The morning sunlight streamed into the room through the sheer curtains, casting a soft glow on the objects inside.

Han Chuan Mei Yue's eyelashes trembled slightly, and she let out a long, languid moan. The firm embrace in front of her gave her an instinctive sense of security.

Opening his eyes, the boy's handsome features came into view, and a feeling of familiarity mixed with strangeness welled up in his heart.

It had been a long time since they had slept together. She snuggled closer to him, pressed her cheek against his chest, and inhaled the boy's pleasant scent.

A moment later, I decided to get up and make breakfast.

She turned her head slightly, then frowned and pinched Han Chuanyou's waist: "You're pressing on my hair."

Han Chuan You also opened his eyes, naturally draped his thigh over her, and then rolled over and pressed down on her.

He withdrew his hand, still warm and fragrant, and placed it behind her, pressing her body close to his.

Her mature, soft figure, with its subtle fragrance, is so satisfying that you just want to hold her in your arms and never let go.

"Good morning, Mizuki."

"Good morning..." Han Chuan Mei Yue responded, but the words she was about to say were cut off.

Han Chuan Mei Yue pursed her full, moistened lips, pushed him away, and said irritably, "Fine, don't you want to eat breakfast?"

"I still think you're more to my liking than breakfast."

Han Chuanyou sat up, pulling the blanket up. The thighs beneath her fit snugly against her body, and beneath her, the disheveled nightgown revealed half of Mizuki's skin, exuding a unique allure.

In particular, the few red marks on the collar that she had made herself had not yet faded, which satisfied the other party's possessiveness that made her hers.

Han Chuan Meiyue glared at him, propped herself up, and said, "Get out of here. I really don't know how you can be so energetic every day."

"You should know this very well, Mizuki. She didn't teach me strange knowledge often when I was a child."

"Shut up! I was just kidding you, okay? What boy hasn't gone through that when he was little?"

Han Chuan Mei Yue glared at him and pushed him aside, feeling a little annoyed. Didn't they say that children's memories only last a few years? How could he remember so clearly?

"Who knows? So, all of this is how you taught me to be so perverted, Mizuki. If you ever call me a pervert again, I'll bring it up every day."

"Say what you want." Han Chuan Meiyue reached out and pinched his cheek. "Honestly, it's not as fun as it was when we were kids. It doesn't feel good at all."

Han Chuan Meiyue sat on the edge of the bed, a hair tie between her lips, gathered her long hair, and neatly tied it into a ponytail.

"You even picked one; it's not fun, but it's useful."

Han Chuanyou pulled the blanket over herself and lay back down, bringing her nose close to the blanket to take a deep breath.

"The blankets smell nice. I'll lie here a little longer. Meiyue, call me when you've finished cooking."

"You dare to dirty my blanket? I'll never forgive you."

……

After breakfast, Mizuki Kanakawa drove to the Metropolitan Police Department.

Although the idea of ​​taking Han Chuan You Run next door had already been on my mind, I couldn't just give up this secure job so easily. I had to make one last profit before things got any worse.

After parking her car in the Metropolitan Police Department's internal parking lot, Mizuki Kanakawa picked up her briefcase and strode briskly toward the Metropolitan Police Department's main building.

The atmosphere inside the Metropolitan Police Department remained quite peaceful, as if they weren't the ones being scolded during this period.

"Good morning, Section Chief Hanchuan."

Han Chuan Meiyue maintained basic politeness, responding lightly to her colleagues' greetings, and walked towards the elevator.