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

"It's a pity that you're still a long way from joining the police force, so you can't realize my ambitions for now."

"I can't believe it!" Han Chuan Meiyue complained, poking his chest with her finger.

"You better work harder, you know? I'm waiting for you to become my boss, and then you can promote me."

"No problem, leave it to me."

Han Chuanyou raised his hand and put it around her slender waist. His palm felt the silky smoothness of her skin through the thin nightgown. His hand then slid down and landed on her soft thigh, giving it a squeeze.

"It all depends on how you show your attitude towards me, Mizuki. If you want to improve, Miss Mizuki, you know what to do, right?"

Han Chuan Mei Yue shoved him and rolled her eyes at him coquettishly: "Get lost, you're already thinking about unspoken rules before you've even become my boss."

"When in Rome, do as the Romans do. I'll definitely work under you at first, and then we'll take advantage of each other."

As he spoke, Han Chuanyou began to perform in a serious manner, taking Meiyue's soft hand and placing it on his chest.

"Inspector Mizuki, I'm counting on you regarding my promotion."

Han Chuan Meiyue's red lips curved slightly, and she pinched it with her fingers; it was quite firm.

She lifted Han Chuanyou's chin again, her fingertips tracing his jawline: "Alright, now it's up to you to see how you perform."

This kind of plot excited her.

She couldn't help but look forward to the day when Han Chuanyou would join the Metropolitan Police Department, when she would definitely make him her subordinate.

Office-themed plots and stuff, it sounds pretty appealing.

Seeing that Han Chuanyou was still getting into the act and was leaning forward to kiss her, she pushed him away.

"Get out of here. You're so young and you want to climb the social ladder with your body. You're dreaming."

"It's boring."

Han Chuanyou felt a pang of regret. He leaned back on the sofa, his arms still around her waist, his hands resting on her legs.

Han Chuan Mei Yue didn't pull away either, already used to him trying to take advantage of her openly and secretly.

……

Before going to sleep, Han Chuanyou took out a few spirit stones and placed them beside her pillow.

He still retains his sleeping habits, otherwise he always feels like something is missing. When he sleeps, his cultivation technique can run on its own, and he can absorb spirit stones placed next to his pillow.

In general, you can have both sleep and practice.

He popped another Spirit Gathering Pill into his mouth like a candy candy, feeling the pure spiritual energy. He then turned on his phone, intending to watch some videos before going to sleep.

Unexpectedly, the short video homepage push was content about himself.

Previously, his bounty was only circulated in the black market, but now it is out in the open.

It seems the Hashimoto family can no longer sit still. A piece of valid information about the Grim Reaper's identity has increased the bounty to a full 20 million yen, a tenfold increase.

Han Chuanyou frowned as he stared at the screen, tapping his finger lightly twice on the edge of the screen.

Twenty million, wow, they think highly of him.

This amount of money is enough to make someone take risks.

Regardless of whether Ms. Yukinoshita next door had realized his true identity, just in case, he felt he should remind her.

Of course, it was said in the voice of Death.

Whether the two of them will tacitly understand each other in the future, or whether she will still be unsure of his true identity, is not important.

At least it provides an extra layer of insurance.

Turning off her phone screen, Han Chuanyou sat up and took out the Shura Mask from her storage ring. The mask was icy cold and melted upon contact with her skin.

He stood up, pushed open the balcony door, and with a light leap, jumped to the opposite balcony.

With a gentle landing, Han Chuanyou summoned a paper puppet.

The paper puppet slipped into the room through the gap in the sliding door and unlocked it.

He gently pushed open the door and went inside.

The layout on the second floor was not much different from my own place, with clothes hanging on the clothes rack in the corridor.

The pure white one should be Hina's, while the pinkish-purple lace trim undoubtedly belongs to Yukinoshita, and it looks to be on par with Mizuki's.

He was torn between the two bedrooms, both with light shining through the cracks in the doors, but he couldn't tell which one belonged to Ms. Yukinoshita.

We'll have to rely on paper puppets again. Their shape is indeed perfect for this kind of spying... oops, reconnaissance work.

He manipulated the paper puppet to slip through the gap between the floor and the door into the bedroom on the left.

In the bedroom, Takahashi Haruna, wearing a Kapibala pajama set, lay on the bed, reached over to grab a potato chip from the bedside table and stuffed it into her mouth. Then she focused on looking at her phone screen, muttering to herself.

With a simple tap, you can get a free raffle ticket.

"Oh no! It didn't come out again!"

Takahashi Hina kicked her fleshy feet and let out a cute, pitiful cry.

Those unlucky people are not to be trifled with.

Hanchuan Yu manipulated the paper puppet to leave the room, then turned to look at the room opposite. So, Miss Yukinoshita must be here.

He used his magic to manipulate objects; the door wasn't locked, and the doorknob was easily turned open.

"Miss, we are here again..."

Han Chuanyou opened his mouth slowly, but then swallowed the words back.

I walked in and bumped into someone changing clothes. What a coincidence!

The scenery before me is beyond words.

Yuki's dress was halfway up, revealing a belly as soft and gentle as the goddess Aphrodite's, adorned with a small, date-shaped navel.

Under the light, her skin glowed with a jade-like luster, carrying a sacred feeling of being on the verge of giving birth to life.

Her full figure radiates outwards from her waist, forming a perfect hourglass shape. Two rounded curves sway gently beneath the half-concealed hem of her dress, further arousing one's desire to explore.

He instinctively turned around, but the image of what had just happened wouldn't leave his mind.

Yukinoshita Yuri instantly let down her skirt, and an alluring blush appeared on her beautiful face.

She looked at the familiar yet mysterious figure before her, her eyes wide with surprise: "Death... Lord Death."

"it's me."

Han Chuan You had his back to her, his voice was indifferent, and he tried his best to maintain the image of a Grim Reaper.

"I only have one thing to say to you today."

"Um... Lord Death, you can turn around now."

Yukinoshita Yuri secretly rejoiced that she hadn't completely stripped naked earlier, otherwise she really wouldn't know how to face this situation.

Chapter 51 Miss Yukinoshita Wants to Serve, Court Hearing

Han Chuan You's expression, hidden beneath the mask, was somewhat strange.

This looks like she's about to take off her clothes.

Could it be that Ms. Yukinoshita is a member of the nude sleeping group?

It's a good habit; it's good for your health.

He didn't say anything more, still remembering why he came here.

Yukinoshita Yuri suddenly found herself unable to move. She stared at the mysterious person in front of her, her eyes wide with surprise.

Suddenly regaining control of oneself—this is an attempt to...

"Death...Lord Death."

"I'm here today for only one purpose. You are one of the few people who have had close contact with me. Currently, various parties are searching for information about me, and I don't want to hear you say anything you shouldn't."

Han Chuan paused for a moment, then continued to apply eye drops to her without going into details.

"Don't doubt my ability to find people. No matter where you run, you can't escape my sight, just like now."

Yukinoshita Yuri suddenly grabbed her own neck uncontrollably, and a feeling of suffocation washed over her like a tidal wave.

Han Chuanyou approached, gazing at her delicate and beautiful face. He raised his hand and stroked her face, finding it smooth and delicate, whether due to proper maintenance or natural beauty, he couldn't tell.

"Your life or death is entirely in my hands. No matter where you are, I can control you at any time."

As soon as she finished speaking, Yukinoshita Yuri removed her hand from her neck, revealing several noticeable red marks on her fair skin.

She was breathing heavily, her full breasts heaving, her eyes staring blankly at the other person.

"Did you remember?"

"remember."

She nodded subconsciously, and for some reason, the feeling of being controlled by the other person made her feel weak.

The mysterious voice in front of me was completely different from before; it was cold and intimidating, but I didn't feel much fear.

Because judging from everything Death does, he represents justice, which is more reassuring than those police officers who don't do their jobs.

"Rest assured, Lord Death, you saved my family's life. That means my life, my body, everything I have belongs to you. I will never reveal a single word about you."

Yukinoshita Yuri was truly grateful to him. Faced with the relentless pressure from the debt collectors, it was really difficult for her, a weak woman, to withstand it.

As the pressure to collect the debt intensified, she had several impulses to end it all, but the thought that Hina couldn't live without her, and seeing her energetic smile, kept her going.

Han Chuanyou pinched her chin: "That's for the best, so we can all live in peace. But if I find out that you're two-faced, you'll definitely pay a price."

"I know."

Han Chuanyou stood there, pondering what else he needed to say. His hand lingered on her cheek, the skin beneath his fingertips delicate and warm, carrying a faint body heat.

Yukinoshita Yuri's breathing gradually quickened, and a faint hum escaped from her throat.

She glanced up at him, her cheeks flushed, adding to her alluring charm: "Um... if Lord Death requires my service..."

Han Chuan You almost couldn't hold back.

He released her from his control; that wasn't his purpose in coming here.

He's a respectable person.

"No need, I'm leaving. Take care of yourself and remember what I said today."

"Yes."

Yukinoshita Yuri nodded immediately, looking obedient.

Han Chuan You turned around, jumped off the balcony, and instantly disappeared into the night. Yukinoshita Yuri ran after him out of the room, placed her hand on the cold railing, and peered out, but there was no one outside.

Looking across at the room, the lights were already off.

She raised her hand to touch her neck, lost in thought.

Being able to control oneself at any time... doesn't that mean one has completely become his person?

The thought that she had somehow connected with Death made her body go weak...

A cool evening breeze blew by, and she rubbed her arms with her hands before turning and going back inside.

……

"Han Chuan, have you finished eating? Time to go to school."

In the morning, just as Hanchuan Yu finished breakfast, he heard Hina's energetic voice coming from outside.

Han Chuan You pulled out a tissue and wiped his mouth:

"Mizuki, I'm leaving."

"Okay, be careful on the road." Han Chuan Mei Yue followed over and helped him straighten his clothes.

A petite figure stood at the doorway. Seeing him emerge, Takahashi Haruna, hands on her hips, visibly annoyed, wrinkled her nose and said:

"You actually left me all alone yesterday, how awful! I even prepared some delicious bread for you."

I was going for my morning exercise yesterday, so I left early without telling you beforehand. Sorry.

"I see." Takahashi Haruna snorted lightly. "Then I forgive you."

Yukinoshita Yuri stepped out of the courtyard gate, handing over the brown paper bag with a gentle look in her eyes: