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

"Where's the maid? Would you like to touch her?"

The maid immediately lowered her head, her face turning bright red.

Over this period of time, her subordinates privately felt that the young lady was probably falling in love.

This young man is very likely to become the future son-in-law of the Kujo family. Today's scene looks like a young couple flirting.

But the son-in-law actually wanted to touch his own abs. Is this some kind of unusual sexual activity?

But even if it's a kind of romantic situation that puts her in the middle, to her, as long as it's her future son-in-law's order...

The maid's gaze grew increasingly strange, hesitating whether to obey and touch him... those muscles were indeed attractive...

Kujou Kitsune glanced at her and coughed lightly: "Please do not disturb my subordinates, Yuka. Pack your things and go downstairs."

"Yes."

The maid, feeling as if she had been granted a pardon, quickly stepped forward to collect the trays, lowered her head, and hurriedly retreated, her demeanor somewhat like that of someone fleeing in panic.

Han Chuanyou shook his head: "What an unqualified employer. This maid looks like she'd really like to be touched."

"This is to protect my subordinates from being harmed by you, you scumbag."

Han Chuanyou objected: "That's slander. Have you ever met a scumbag who's never been in a relationship since he was a child?"

"No, but I've seen it now."

……

Inside a fully equipped room in the school's security office.

With graceful steps, the maid pushed her cart back to her post, her cheeks still flushed.

At the other end of the room, Hongye, who was giving her John Wick TTI Tactical Master 2011 (the same model) a bottle, looked at her with a puzzled expression:

"Yuka, why is your face red?"

Harada Yuka patted her face and breathed a sigh of relief: "I almost became a sex toy for the young lady and her son-in-law just now."

"Sex toys? You're really going to go to such lengths."

Hongye's eyes lit up, she sat up straight, and tossed the gun barrel she had just removed into her hand.

"tell me the story."

After listening to Yuka's story, Momiji quickly reset the gun barrel with a few clicks and teased:

"Do you regret it now? That guy was so handsome, and you didn't just touch him."

"Who would dare? If I misunderstand and the young lady gets jealous, my salary will be gone."

"It seems you only care about the salary, not that you're afraid to."

Thinking of something, Hongye's eyes showed curiosity.

"By the way, did you learn how to serve your son-in-law in your maid course? Looks like I can start preparing now."

She sized up Yuka's lewd figure, which even her English-style maid outfit couldn't conceal: "Small horse pulling a big cart, tsk tsk tsk..."

"Of course not, your thoughts are far too vulgar."

Yuka's cheeks flushed again. She glared at her reproachfully, picked up the plate, and went to the sink.

She turned on the tap to rinse the food scraps off the plate, hesitated for a moment, and whispered:

"It seems the young lady is truly in love. Should we tell Madam about this?"

Hongye shook her head, crossed her long legs over the edge of the table, and leaned back in her chair.

"Of course not. We are her retainers who grew up with her since childhood. We are her confidants, and everything revolves around her."

After a pause, Hongye continued:

“If Madam doesn’t ask, we will remain silent. If she asks about the school, we only need to give a general answer. As for the specifics, we need to ask Miss first. Madam wants us to obey Miss’s orders without question, so she can entrust Miss to us with peace of mind.”

Yuka nodded.

As a retainer, she naturally understood this principle.

Although island nations have officially abolished the so-called vassal culture, the rules have never truly disappeared in these large families that have lasted for hundreds of years.

Both she and Momiji are descendants of retainers of the Kujo family, having served their master for generations and remaining loyal to the Kujo clan.

As retainers, they underwent rigorous training from a young age and were sent to the world's top institutions for systematic advanced studies.

Just like herself, she once went to the International Professional Butler Academy in Britain to study and systematically learned the complete course of traditional British butler and high-class maid.

Hongye, on the other hand, received rigorous and comprehensive bodyguard training at the International Security Academy in Zion and EPI in the United States, and is proficient in combat shooting, security deployment, and crisis response.

The concept of loyalty has long been ingrained in their minds through generations of inheritance.

Chapter 57 Mizuki Takes the Initiative to Seduce (Bonus chapter will be added after the update)

Kendo training is over.

Anna's literature club had an emergency, so Yagyu Tsurune had to wait for her. After cleaning her protective gear, Hanukawa, who had nothing else to do, decided to wait with her.

The members who were cleaning the dojo said goodbye to the two of them and left together, leaving only the two of them.

Han Chuan You, bored while waiting, said, "Xuan Yin, give me your hand."

"What?"

Yagyu Genon looked at him with a puzzled expression. The setting sun shone in through the window and gently fell on the girl's face, giving her cool and aloof temperament a warm hue.

Although she didn't understand, she still reached out her hand, like a bewildered, cold-faced kitten.

Han Chuanyou took her hand, and in her astonished gaze, lifted the hem of his shirt and pressed it against his abdomen. Afraid that she wouldn't feel it, he even rubbed it for her.

"Don't my muscles have any appeal to you new-generation beauties?"

Beneath his palm were well-defined muscle lines, warm and powerful. Yagyu Genon's cheeks flushed red at a visible speed, spreading from his ears all the way to his neck.

She glared at him, embarrassed and annoyed, biting her lower lip, her eyes glistening with a thin layer of tears, and her voice stammering:

"Are you... are you a thug?"

The girl's shyness outweighed everything else.

Han Chuanyou breathed a sigh of relief:

"It seems that's not the case. I'm relieved. Otherwise, it would be such a waste if someone built up all those muscles but couldn't bring out any charm."

"What do you mean it's not a pity..."

Yagyu Genon muttered softly, but her hand was still pressed against his abdomen, as if she had forgotten about it.

Han Chuanyou ignored her quiet protest and teased her with a smile:

"By the way, I've let you touch me, so let me touch you too. I want to know if there's any difference between the muscles of men and women."

"Pervert, dream on." Yagyu Genon instantly pulled her hand back, clutched her stomach, and moved to the side, wishing she could get as far away from this scoundrel as possible.

"I don't even care that you touched me, so why do you care?"

Can boys and girls be treated the same?

Han Chuan You pouted: "So stingy."

"Sister, I'm here! Senior is here too?"

The door to the activity room was pushed open, and Anna Yagyu appeared in the doorway.

"Anna, it's just in time that you've arrived. I'm currently conducting a very rigorous scientific research project, and I need your cooperation."

"What is it?" Anna Yagyu quickly came to him, looking very well-behaved and small. "As long as it can help you, senpai, I'm fine with it."

"Good, very good girl." Han Chuanyou patted her head with satisfaction. "Let me touch your belly."

Anna Yagyu had been enjoying his head pat, but upon hearing this, she instinctively clutched the hem of her clothes, her face flushing red, looking both shy and unsure how to refuse.

"Is that so...?"

Seeing that her younger sister was actually hesitating about whether to agree, Yagyu Tsurune wished she could kick that shameless guy away.

She shoved Han Chuanyou aside, took her sister's hand, and walked out, saying, "Ignore this scoundrel, let's go."

Han Chuanyou followed behind at a leisurely pace, his hands in his pockets and a pleasant smile on his lips.

On the surface, he was teasing the minister's sister, but in reality, he wanted to see the minister's reaction. He just loved seeing the minister look both embarrassed and annoyed, yet helpless against him.

So cute!

I really do have a wicked sense of humor.

……

The Hanchuan family.

"I am back."

As soon as Han Chuanyou entered, he smelled a rich fragrance.

He dropped his schoolbag and went to the kitchen.

"Mizuki, what are we having for dinner today? It smells so good!"

Beneath the apron, Meiyue's waist appeared even more slender, revealing her alluring figure and exuding the charm of a virtuous wife and loving mother.

"I'm having Boston lobster today. I bought two; one to make rice and the other to make stir-fried with scallions."

"So lavish."

Seeing that the stir-fried lobster with scallions had been taken out of the pot and placed aside, Han Chuanyou picked up a piece of lobster meat and put it in her mouth. The scallion flavor was rich, the texture was chewy, and it was fresh, sweet and juicy.

"Mmm...delicious."

Han Chuan Meiyue glanced at him: "How unprofessional. Don't you know how to use chopsticks?"

"It tastes better when you eat with your hands; it gives you a primal, satisfying feeling of eating meat in big bites."

Han Chuan You picked up another piece and brought it to Mizuki's lips:

"You should try some too."

While preparing the dishes, Han Chuan Mei Yue turned her head and opened her lips, seemingly unintentionally putting his finger into her mouth as well.

As his fingers sank into her moist and warm mouth, he could feel Mizuki's nimble and smooth tongue circling around his fingertips, making Han Chuan You shudder involuntarily.

Before he could retaliate with his finger, Mizuki casually spat it out.

Han Chuanyou looked at his damp fingers, feeling a slight chill as they touched the air.

"Mizuki, did you do this on purpose?"

Han Chuan Meiyue's lips curled slightly, a hint of cunning in her captivating peach blossom eyes: "What do you mean by intentional or not? I'd say you deliberately put your finger in my mouth, you little pervert..."

Han Chuan You had nothing to say, and in the end could only...

"Snapped."

With a crisp sound, Han Chuan Mei Yue covered her back and glared at him:

"what are you doing?"

"This is punishment, Mizuki, hurry up, I'm starving."

Han Chuanyou bowed slightly, then turned and left.

That tongue, teasing fingers, what's so difficult about it? She'll get what's coming to her.

Han Chuan Mei Yue watched his retreating figure and smiled.

It seems he couldn't resist his own temptation.

You make yourself miserable every day, now I'll make you miserable too.

That evening, Han Chuan You slipped out of the house again.

I haven't properly tried out the newly acquired Wind Control Technique yet, so I'll use it tonight to practice.

He stood on the roof of a detached house, about five meters above the ground, the night wind brushing past his ears, carrying a slight chill.

Activate the Wind Control Technique.

Instantly, a thin air cushion, about two or three centimeters thick, rose up beneath my feet, making me feel as if I were enveloped in an invisible cocoon of wind, and my body felt lighter.

With a light leap, his body soared into the air like a feather, jumping three or four meters high and covering a distance of more than ten meters.