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

The whip drew a sharp arc of fire in the air, making a crisp sound as it cut through the air, moving as nimbly as an extension of the body.

This reminded him of the fire chain whip from the movie Ghost Rider.

He was undeniably handsome, but his spiritual energy was being consumed incredibly quickly. The spiritual energy in his dantian was being depleted at a visible rate. Han Chuanyou withdrew his spiritual energy, and the karmic fire on the whip slowly faded away, transforming back into the relatively unassuming black whip.

Even so, its basic power as a Xuan-rank magic weapon is far beyond that of ordinary weapons.

With a slight flick of the wrist, the whip tip precisely lifted the glass on the coffee table, pulled it back, and it landed steadily in the left hand.

He nodded in satisfaction.

Burn the souls and flesh of the sinners, so that even the remnants may feel the pain of the victims...

The effect is specifically targeted at those scumbags.

He gripped the whip handle tightly, a slight smile playing on his lips.

The name "Grim Reaper" is becoming more and more fitting.

My phone beeped with a message notification in my pocket.

He placed the karmic fire on the table, took out his phone, glanced at it, and raised an eyebrow.

The profile picture was a black cat; it was a message from Kujou Kitsune. This was the first time she had messaged me since we added each other on Line.

[Kujou Kitsuneha: Are you free tomorrow?]

Hanchuan You tapped the screen with her fingertip: [What's wrong? Does Miss Kujo want to go on a date with me?]

The message was quickly marked as read.

[Kujou Kitsuneha: You could say that. Since I said I wanted to make you fall for me, going on dates is an essential part of that.]

Han Chuanyou smiled and said, "Girl, you're too attached to appearances. If you're so eager to make me fall in love with you, I fear you'll be the one who falls first."

Chiyoda Ward, Kujo House, backyard.

Inside the pavilion, a mother and daughter were enjoying the scenery and feeding the fish.

The koi in the pond swayed their tails leisurely, occasionally splashing water with a crisp sound as they fought over the fish food that was sprinkled into the pond.

Nine Fox Feathers looked down at her phone screen, a bright smile curving her lips.

During this time, she studied a lot of dating strategies, from psychology books to shoujo manga, and she also read a lot of online posts that taught people how to make boys' hearts flutter.

As she got to know her better, Kujou Kitsune felt more and more that love wasn't for her.

The energy expended is completely disproportionate to the gains; it's better to use that time to improve yourself.

However, the thought of seeing his various interesting reactions gave her the interest to try it out.

Seeing her daughter's undisguised smile, Kujo Maki's dignified face showed a hint of doubt.

She put down the fish food in her hand: "Fox Feather, what's making you so happy?"

As the future heir of the Kujo family, she always taught her daughter to hide her emotions.

Emotions are the most obvious weakness of human beings. Only by keeping one's emotions in check can one take the initiative in various situations.

Kujou Kitsuneha has always done a good job, and she rarely sees her like this anymore.

Kujo Kitsune put away her phone, a smile still playing on her lips:

"I recently met an interesting person."

"Oh? Boy or girl?"

"Boy."

Kujou no Kitsune did not hide anything.

Kujo Maki raised an eyebrow, slightly surprised, then a faint smile appeared on her lips, tinged with a hint of teasing:

"Feeling the stirrings of first love?"

She has no intention of interfering in her daughter's love life.

Regardless of the outcome, it's a life experience that leads to personal growth.

As for the so-called marriage alliances between those powerful families, given the current status of the Kujo family, such alliances are merely icing on the cake, and there is absolutely no need to wrong Kujo Kitsune.

In addition, as the sole heir of the Kujo family, the only option for the man to marry into the family is to do so. Families of the same level would not allow the man to do so, and smaller families would have even less reason to do so.

"No, we're more like... friends."

After pondering for a moment, Kujou Kitsuneba came to this conclusion.

Initially, she only felt that Han Chuanyou was useful, a trustworthy and useful tool.

Later, the fact that he kept rejecting her advances only fueled her unprecedented desire to conquer him.

As they spent more time together, their dynamic shifted in a different direction. There was no master-servant distinction, no exchange of benefits, just back-and-forth exchanges, testing each other, and trying to gain the upper hand in some aspect.

She liked this feeling.

"Is that all?" Kujo Maki raised an eyebrow.

"Ah."

Kujo nods.

Kujo Maki's red lips curved slightly as she picked up a few fish pellets and sprinkled them into the pond.

Watching the koi scramble for food, she said:

"Having a friend is not bad."

……

"I'm free tomorrow, so I can go out and have some fun," Han Chuanyou agreed.

As for where they were going, Kujo Kitsune didn't say.

Ideally, it shouldn't be a place that costs a lot of money, otherwise, she should pay for everything.

Han Chuan You leaned back and lay down on the tatami mat, holding up his phone and looking up at the screen.

The itinerary was arranged by that young lady, so I didn't have to make any preparations myself, which saved me a lot of trouble.

"I'm home, Xiaoyou, are you home?"

Han Chuan Meiyue walked into the living room and was somewhat surprised to see Han Chuan You at home.

"Yes, school is closed. You must have some inside information, right, Mizuki?"

"I remember now, they said there was a murder in Qingchuan, so it's good that classes are suspended."

Mizuki came to him and slowly knelt down. From Han Chuan You's perspective, Mizuki's face was completely out of sight.

It is said that a woman is stunningly beautiful if she can't see her toes when she looks down, and equally so if she can't see her face when she looks up.

The phone screen was completely covered.

"Mizuki, you're blocking my way."

Han Chuan Meiyue did not respond. She reached out and lifted his head, placing it on her soft thigh. Then her gaze fell on the black leather whip on the coffee table.

"Xiaoyou, what did you buy here..."

As she spoke, she picked up the whip and felt that it was rather heavy.

Han Chuanyou immediately stood up, his head brushing against the soft surface, causing a sway, but his attention was completely elsewhere.

Oh no, I forgot to put this away.

He didn't know how to explain the increasingly strange expression on Mizuki's face.

Chapter 65 Educating Meizuki, the Motorbike Thief

"Tell me, Xiaoyou, why did you buy this? Do you have some special hobby, wanting me to punish you with a whip when you make a mistake?"

Meiyue folded the leather whip in half, held both ends with her hands, and pulled it back and forth a couple of times, making a crisp snapping sound. Her red lips curled slightly, and her smile was meaningful.

Her bright face, paired with her police uniform, instantly reminded Han Chuanyou of classic prison scenes where guards discipline inmates.

But he didn't have that kind of taste. Rather than being whipped by Meiyue, he preferred to do the opposite, disciplining Meiyue and spanking her.

"It's just a normal whip, Mizuki. Don't you think it's cool?"

Han Chuan You attempted to explain this situation using the term "chuunibyou" (a Japanese term for someone with delusions of grandeur).

"But your box is anything but proper, and look at the brand logo on the packaging. Don't think I don't know what kind of product it is."

"How did you know, Mizuki?"

Han Chuanyou blinked, seizing the loophole in her statement.

He instantly understood.

You, Mizuki, you've been having quite a wild time behind the scenes, haven't you? You must have bought this kind of thing before, right?

Han Chuan Mei Yue was speechless for a moment, regretting that she had let something slip, and felt extremely ashamed and annoyed.

She's already twenty-seven, and Han Chuanyou can't quench her thirst for the time being. She's been suppressing her desires for too long, so of course she needs to find something to relieve it.

This is quite common among older single women, but when Han Chuanyou discovered it, she felt that the image she had built in front of him was ruined.

"Don't give me that nonsense. Don't tell me you bought this to use me."

"You know what, I've had that idea." Han Chuan You nodded seriously.

"Get out of here! Today I'm going to show you who's in charge in this family. You think you can put me in my place? Dream on."

Han Chuan Mei Yue lunged forward, attempting to reassert her elder sister's authority in order to mask her inner embarrassment.

She straddled the boy's waist, pinning his back down, pressed one hand against his shoulder blade, and raised the whip, ready to give him a few lashes on the buttocks.

For Han Chuanyou in the past, this posture would indeed be difficult to break free from, but for him now, this amount of suppression is no different from tickling.

He gently parted Mizuki's thighs, used his back to push, and flipped over, completely reversing their positions.

By the time Meiyue realized what was happening, he had already flipped her over and pinned her to his lap, her buttocks sticking up high in a position so shameful that her ears burned instantly.

"you!"

Mizuki struggled for a moment, only to find that the guy's arm was as solid as iron and wouldn't budge.

The whip was dipped in iodine solution to disinfect it while being used.

But it will still leave a wound.

However, Han Chuanyou has a more advanced version that, when combined with the spiritual power of the Sweet Dew Technique, eliminates this problem.

He first admired the full, rounded curves before him, then hooked his finger up the hem of the police skirt, revealing a peach-like shape encased in black safety shorts.

It's very good, the protection is very appropriate, but it's a bit of a hindrance at home.

He gently swung his hand down, and the moment it touched her skin, Mizuki's body trembled slightly.

After a slight pain, a warm sensation seeped into the skin from the point of impact, a tingling, numb feeling that made the whole body feel weak.

She bit her lower lip to keep herself from making any strange noises.

"You...you bastard..."

Her voice was muffled in her throat, and her mature cheeks were as red as ripe apples.

Han Chuanyou couldn't suppress the smile on her lips as she looked at her sister's embarrassed and annoyed expression.

"Mizuki, now you know who's in charge of this family?"

A faint blush rose on Meiyue's cheeks. She turned her head away and said angrily, "Xiaoyou, you'd better let go of me. Don't make me angry."

"Meiyue, you promise that after I let you go, you won't retaliate against me or kick me out of the house."

As he spoke, Han Chuanyou gave her another light, painless slap.

Mizuki let out another soft, ambiguous moan.

"Um..."

She took a deep breath: "I promise..."

It just sounds like something out of a gritted-teeth voice.

But what could Han Chuan You do? He couldn't just keep her; he couldn't control her forever.

Having just gotten up from Han Chuan You's suppression, Han Chuan Mei Yue wanted to fight back, but her body was limp and she was easily subdued by him again.