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

She immediately smiled apologetically: "I'm sorry, the house is still messy and needs tidying up, so I won't bother you any longer."

Takahashi Hina scratched her head, puffed out her round little face, and finally waved goodbye to the two of them, saying, "Goodbye."

Han Chuan You's eyes narrowed slightly as he watched the two leave.

If I have the chance, I should probably have a good talk with Ms. Yukinoshita.

"Still looking? They've all gone far away." Han Chuan Mei Yue's tone was a little sour. "It seems this new neighbor is quite in line with your aesthetic, Xiao You."

Han Chuanyou regained his composure and said seriously:

"Mizuki, believe me, you are the most perfect, no one can compare to you."

Han Chuan Mei Yue narrowed her eyes: "But your reaction doesn't lie."

Han Chuanyou sighed, looking deeply hurt: "Isn't my reaction obvious enough in front of you normally?"

"You pervert, who told you about that kind of reaction?"

Mitsuki Hankawa spat.

"Alright." Han Chuanyou put his hand on her shoulder. "I just think this family seems nice, and life might be more interesting in the future."

"That would be best."

……

Mizuki seems to be truly determined to exercise.

After dinner, she rested for more than an hour, then changed into tight-fitting sports pants, tied her hair in a high ponytail, moved the clutter piled on the treadmill, and officially began her jog.

From behind, the tight pants perfectly showcased her buttocks, which resembled ripe peaches.

This scene of sweating profusely made Han Chuan You, sitting on the sofa, feel his blood boil.

With its near-perfect heart shape, he felt that even the girls in the short videos no longer attracted him.

After playing games for a while, he got bored and turned off his phone to go to the treadmill.

At this moment, Han Chuan Mei Yue's breathing was a little rapid, and a thin blush appeared on her oval face.

Sweat dripped down his cheeks, into the deep, white cleavage. His chest trembled, and Han Chuanyou even suspected that the sports vest would burst out of his body.

Han Chuanyou could only cheer them on in his heart.

"Mizuki, do you have to push yourself so hard? You've already run three kilometers."

"Otherwise what? You've been so presumptuous lately. Once I regain my former strength, I'll teach you a lesson." Han Chuan Mei Yue rolled her eyes at him. "Get out of the way and don't disturb my run."

Since the age gap between the two is unchangeable, Mizuki Hanakawa wants to shorten the gap between them in appearance as much as possible.

Besides daily skincare, it's also important to exercise regularly.

Skincare products can slow down the loss of collagen, while exercise can prolong the aging process of the human body as much as possible.

Moreover, having a better figure would enhance her allure to Han Chuanyou, and feeling his undisguised gaze filled her with immense satisfaction.

The fact that Han Chuan You could be so unrestrained in his intimate contact with her was surely the result of her seduction over the years.

It's still uncertain who the hunter and who the prey are.

The treadmill speed gradually decreased.

Han Chuan Mei Yue was satisfied with her willpower and successfully completed today's plan.

After running eight kilometers, she felt like she was dying.

It wasn't this weak before.

Seeing Mizuki lying on the tatami mat, her chest heaving violently, looking as if she didn't want to move, Han Chuan You couldn't help but laugh.

He walked slowly forward and looked down at her.

"Mizuki, would you like me to massage your legs? If you don't loosen up your muscles, your legs will easily get thicker."

"Hmm~"

Han Chuan Mei Yue squinted her beautiful eyes and lazily responded. Anyway, she was too lazy to move. Whether this guy wanted to take advantage of her or not, so be it. It wouldn't make a difference.

He started with the calves, lifting them up and placing them on his own legs, then began kneading the calf muscles.

The kendo club's training includes long-distance running, and he is very skilled at this muscle-relaxing massage technique.

Han Chuan Mei Yue let out a comfortable hum.

After massaging the calves, we move on to the thighs.

He slightly parted Mizuki's legs and bent them up. Compared to her firm calves, her thighs were much softer, and his fingers could almost sink into them, making them irresistible to touch.

Massaging his inner thighs, Han Chuanyou, with the spirit of scientific inquiry, contemplated the mysteries of the human body.

Compared to a direct visual image, the curves under the fabric, the beautiful lines created by the restraint, are more likely to evoke fantasies and are also more sensual, just like the stockings on the legs.

The distance between their fingers was only a palm's width, very close, but they dared not touch it, because they would really get beaten up, or even kicked out of their homes and forced to sleep on the streets.

Mizuki Hanakawa's breathing had become slightly rapid at some point.

She raised her arm and placed it on her forehead, not wanting Han Chuanyou to notice anything.

I had only ever experienced this massage technique with beauticians specializing in women's beauty before, so I didn't find it particularly special among women.

But when the object of his attention was Han Chuanyou, he felt his body become exceptionally sensitive, especially his thighs, where a faint heat was flowing toward his center.

As Han Chuanyou was massaging, he suddenly remembered the Sweet Dew Technique he had obtained earlier.

He had a sudden inspiration: he wondered if this would have any special effect when used in massage, and perhaps it could relieve soreness.

Never mind, I'll give it a try.

He used his magic, and gentle spiritual energy seeped into the body, repairing the damage to the muscles after exercise.

"Um..."

Han Chuan Mei Yue's delicate body trembled, and she let out a soft moan.

That voice is just too alluring… Han Chuan You looked at her curiously:

"What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"

Han Chuan Meiyue's breathing quickened: "It's nothing, I'm fine."

"Shall I continue the massage?"

She wanted to call a halt, but then hesitated. Biting her lower lip, she inexplicably murmured, "Mmm..."

Han Chuanyou increased the intensity of his spiritual energy output, determined to make Meiyue feel good.

His sister was so tired from exercising, so as her younger brother, he naturally had to help her relieve the strain.

He just felt that the voice Mizuki was making was getting stranger and stranger.

Just as it was about to end, his hand was suddenly trapped between Mizuki's legs.

"what happened?"

Han Chuan Meiyue took a deep breath, her abdomen trembled twice, and she couldn't speak for a long time.

"No...it's okay, I'm going to take a shower now."

Han Chuan Mei Yue struggled to her feet and walked unsteadily toward the bathroom.

Han Chuan You looked puzzled upon seeing this.

Why does it seem like the treatment is making me weaker? Is there something wrong with this technique?

He raised his hand, channeled his spiritual power, and tentatively patted his chest. A warm current instantly spread throughout his body, and he couldn't help but let out a soft groan.

How can it feel so comfortable?

"This……"

His eyes looked strange.

Goodness, could Mizuki be on an IV drip?

In the bathroom, hot water was running in the bathtub, and the whole space was filled with a hazy mist of steam.

With tears welling in her eyes, Han Chuan Mei Yue raised her hand to wipe away the fog on the mirror, examining herself in the mirror as her fingers traced her flawless body.

When did I become so sensitive...? Is it because I'm getting older? So easily...

That night, Mizuki slept very soundly.

Chapter 40 The Lev Truth Cult?

Mizuki overslept today.

There is reason to suspect that it was because he injected a lot of spiritual energy into Han Chuanyou last night that he didn't get to eat his sister's lovingly prepared lunch.

As the morning light shone, two clear calls came from birds flying overhead. The air still carried the slight chill of the previous night, and Han Chuanyou took a deep breath.

The weekend went by so fast.

"Aunt Lily, I'm leaving!"

From the detached house next door, Takahashi Haruna ran out, one hand clutching bread and the other gripping the shoulder strap of her schoolbag. The schoolbag jingled and rattled, its contents unknown.

The well-tailored sailor uniform accentuated her petite and adorable figure. The navy blue bow tie at the neckline swayed gently with her jogging movements. Beneath the hem of her skirt was a glimpse of her fair skin, and black pantyhose covered her fleshy calves, exuding youthful vigor.

"Be careful on the road."

Yukinoshita Yuri arrived at the courtyard gate, her hair tied up and draped over her shoulders. She wore an elegant long dress, exuding gentleness and intellect. The morning sunlight shone on her, making her appear exceptionally approachable.

When she met Han Chuanyou's gaze, her expression remained natural:

"Good morning, Hanchuan-kun."

"Kankawa, oh hoyo." Takahashi Hina greeted him, holding up the bread in her hand.

"Good morning."

Han Chuanyou didn't show any other emotions, just like a normal neighbor greeting.

"Han Chuan, are you going to the tram station? Want to walk together?"

Takahashi Haruna took a bite of bread, her right cheek puffed out, and her voice was muffled.

Han Chuan You nodded: "Yes, let's go together."

Upon hearing this, Yukinoshita Yuri clasped her hands together and smiled.

"That's great. Hina didn't want me to take her and insisted on going to school alone. She might not be familiar with the way to the train station on her first day. I'll feel relieved if you come with her."

Han Chuan You shook his head: "It's nothing, Miss Yukinoshita, we're leaving."

"Okay." Yukinoshita Yuri smiled and waved her hand, saying, "Be careful on the road."

The two walked away, and Yukinoshita Yuri watched the boy's back for a long time before turning around and going home.

The two quickly started chatting on the way.

Takahashi Haruna was a lively girl who chattered away while munching on her bread, but she was never annoying. From her, Kazukawa Yu learned that she attended a girls' school in Chiyoda and was a new transfer student this year.

"You said you used to study in Adachi?"

"Yes, because Aunt Lily moves frequently."

Haruna Takahashi walked along the marked lines on the road, her little ponytail swaying back and forth behind her head.

"I'm used to it now. In the past, many of my friendships ended just as I was getting to know them."

Her expression was troubled, but it quickly filled with energy. She ran forward two steps with her arms outstretched, then turned around, bent slightly, and looked at Han Chuanyou with expectant eyes:

"Aunt Lily said we don't need to move anymore, and we'll be neighbors forever. Maybe we'll even become good friends."

Han Chuanyou was slightly taken aback, then her expression softened, and she nodded, saying, "Yes."

This is the first time in all the things I've done behind the scenes that I've seen the lives of the oppressed improve.

This feeling isn't bad.

It's speculated that Ms. Yukinoshita was unable to bear the harassment from debt collectors, which is why she moved so frequently.

He was a little curious about why they had offended those people, but it involved privacy, so he didn't ask too much.

At Kasuga Station, Takahashi Haruna needs to transfer to the Toei Mita Line.

She slung her backpack over her shoulder and said, "Han Chuan, I'm leaving now, bye-bye."