Tokyo: I'm bound to the evil women!

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Chiyo's toes were still gently twitching on his chin, while the system voice in his head kept chattering.

Fujiwara Matsu didn't even know what kind of expression he was making at that moment. He originally wanted to step back and avoid it.

But the system's voice made him stop what he was doing.

Because of the embarrassment, he subconsciously swallowed, but in this situation, the action carried a hint of ambiguity that was hard to define.

"Hey~ If you're interested, then go for it, Fujiwara-kun."

Despite the temptation of the system mission, after much hesitation, Fujiwara Matsu leaned back and escaped Chiya Mio's "attack range".

The system's tasks cannot dictate his actions; he must reclaim the initiative from the girl in front of him.

"Chiya-kun, I don't have any strange fetishes, nor am I a pervert."

"Oh?"

"Isn't someone who steals other people's personal belongings a pervert?"

"Does someone who eats with other people's socks not have a foot fetish?"

"Does that mean people who instinctively swallow when they see these kinds of people don't actually like them?"

The three questions progressed in layers, and Fujiwara Matsu opened his mouth, only to find that he couldn't refute a single word—to some extent, what Chiya Mio said was true.

It wasn't that he couldn't explain it, but he knew that even if he did, it might not be of any use.

But he still offered two feeble excuses:

"First of all, I am not a pervert, and secondly, I am not a foot fetishist."

Chiya Mio's expression grew increasingly playful, as if she were carefully appreciating Fujiwara Matsu's embarrassed reaction, with a hint of amusement hidden deep in her eyes, like that of someone toying with a toy.

"It's alright, Fujiwara-kun. You don't need to hide these thoughts from me. As long as you behave well as a slave, I will reward you."

"Anything you want is welcome!"

"Or rather, Fujiwara-kun, do you like it this way?"

The girl lifted her foot, but this time, instead of making a provocative move as before, she placed it directly on Fujiwara Matsu's cheek and gently stepped on it.

Fujiwara Matsu's mind went blank for a moment, and when he came to his senses, he felt a strong sense of provocation coming at him.

He suddenly grabbed Chiya Misaki's foot, rose up, and pushed her leg forward, pressing down on her. One of Chiya Misaki's legs was pushed and curled up, pressing against her chest. The originally black jade sculpture was deformed under her chest.

Chiya Mio was pushed and fell backward onto the table, her once neat long hair now disheveled, her dark brown eyes staring straight at him without the slightest panic.

"Chiya-kun, are you sure you still want to do this?"

The girl lightly flicked her tongue, making a "pop" sound.

"So, Fujiwara-kun is a little resistant to these things? That's alright, this reaction is quite interesting~"

She wasn't forced into a passive position where the tables had turned. Fujiwara Matsu noticed that there was no panic in her eyes; instead, they lit up—as if she had discovered something new and interesting.

That was a surprise.

Fujiwara Matsu and Chiya Mio attended a prestigious academy with very formal uniforms; both boys and girls wore ties and bow ties.

Today, Fujiwara Matsu was wearing a tie. Chiya Misaki reached out, grabbed the tie around Fujiwara Matsu's neck, first tightened the tie, and then pulled hard.

Fujiwara Matsu, who was standing upright, was pulled to bend over, and felt a tight, restraining feeling on his neck. In order to balance his body, he had no choice but to support himself on the table with his hands.

Forced to look directly into Chiyo Mio's eyes, the girl stared intently at him with burning eyes, so intense that he turned his head away, his ear tips involuntarily burning.

Because Chiya Mio was still curled up, Fujiwara Matsu moved even closer to her, to the point that Chiya Mio's entire calf was pressed against his body.

Even through several layers of fabric, the slightly elastic feel is still clearly perceptible.

Pulling himself up, Fujiwara Matsu sat on a nearby table, took a few deep breaths, and calmed himself down.

"Chiya-kun, if that's all there is to it, then you can spread the word tomorrow that I'm a pervert."

Chiya Mio slowly straightened up, subconsciously resuming her usual upright posture. She tilted her head in confusion and raised her hand to tidy her disheveled hair.

"Fujiwara-kun, you're clearly attracted to me, so why did you reject me?"

She was clearly very confident in her charm, and Fujiwara Matsu was no saint either. This level of direct provocation was something that Chu Nan, a prisoner of two lifetimes, could not resist. He could only tough it out.

"That's not what I need."

At this point, Chiyo Mio seemed to remember something, and her eyes lit up slightly:

"I remember, Fujiwara-kun was a special admission student, right?"

"So, Fujiwara-kun, are you short of money?"

"We don't lack anything."

Fujiwara Matsu's family wasn't too bad off, but they weren't exactly well-off either. What he really cared about was his future.

"Fujiwara-kun, you work so hard and you're not short of money... Alright, if Fujiwara-kun can satisfy me, I'll give you what you really want."

"For example, recommendation letters from top universities, recommendation qualifications from renowned professors, or even job opportunities from large corporations... I can give you all of these."

The girl accurately guessed Fujiwara Matsu's needs, and every word she said hit the nail on the head regarding what he cared about most.

"How is it?"

Fujiwara Matsu looked conflicted. He lowered his head, avoiding Chiya Mio's gaze, not because he was conflicted, but because he was trying to sort out his thoughts.

The offer she made was indeed tempting. But what truly moved him wasn't just those things.

He recalled the confrontation on the rooftop, the fleeting boredom in her eyes, and the upturn of her lips when she said "coincidentally."

Beyond the mask of a perfect young lady and the appearance presented before him, the girl clearly possessed something even more intriguing.

A thirst for knowledge grew within him; he wanted to know what the other person was pursuing.

He didn't say much. There was no need for her to know his true thoughts—it would be better if she thought he was compromising for his future.

"I can't refuse."

All this back and forth has been about him fighting for what he needs. Now it seems he finally has a chance.

But he didn't care about Chiya Mio's promise.

What he cared more about was the system's rewards—and...

To subdue? And who exactly are we to subdue?

Just as things were about to settle down and Fujiwara Matsu began to drift off into thought, Chiya Mio's voice pulled him back to reality.

"In that case... Fujiwara-kun, shouldn't you demonstrate your loyalty to me?"

Upon hearing this, Fujiwara Matsu looked puzzled, pondering to himself how to demonstrate this so-called "loyalty".

Chiya Mio raised her leg again, her toes swaying gently:

"Hey, Fujiwara-kun, you must be looking forward to it too, right? How about giving it a lick?"

"Is there any other way?"

"You can kneel on the ground and let me step on you a couple of times, or perhaps kneel down and call me 'Master' a couple of times?"

The girl had a faint smile on her face, crossed her legs, and her toes wiggled idly, full of playfulness.

"Is there a more respectable way?"

He looked helplessly at Chiya Misaki in front of him and sighed.

Chiya Mio simply stared at him, her eyes filled with a smile, without saying a word, clearly showing no intention of backing down.

Fujiwara Matsu stared at her for a long time, then slowly knelt on one knee and bowed his head. Chiya Mio obediently sat down on the chair, still crossing her legs, looking at him with a playful expression.

But Fujiwara Matsu did not do as she wished. He reached out and lifted Chiya Mio's hand from her fingertips. She was clearly surprised, her fingers stiffening slightly as she was passively pulled up. Then, as if realizing what was happening, she adjusted her position in his palm, letting her fingers fall, the fingertips resting in his hand.

He slowly leaned down, mimicking the hand-kissing gesture he'd seen in novels and comics. Her hand was a little cool, at least that's what he felt for the instant he touched it.

The sensation of lips and teeth is more delicate than that of hands. During the kiss, Chiyo's hands instinctively tensed up. He only touched her lightly, and they parted immediately.

He then slowly stepped back and stood up, with Chiya Mio staring at him.

"A kiss on the hand? Fujiwara-kun, yours is far from perfect~ But, considering you're already like this, it'll do." Chiya Mio chuckled lightly. "Are you trying to portray yourself as my knight? I think there's a more suitable role for you~"

"Yes, my princess, are you satisfied with such loyalty?"

Fujiwara Matsu chuckled as he followed Chiya Mio's words, but his gaze was somewhat deep.

Chiyo's insight was always sharp, and she noticed his subtle change in expression. The girl raised her eyebrows slightly and lingered on him for a longer time.

Just then, the system notification sounded in my mind again.

So, should this be considered as being subdued?

[Mission Completed: Subjugate Fujiwara Matsu]

[Gain: 1 attribute point, random mastery level skill]

Please select attribute points to allocate.

As expected... However, what exactly are the attributes...?

[Note: Attribute points can be applied to any target. Currently available targets: Chiya Misaki/Fujiwara Matsu]

Thousand Nights Cherry Blossoms?

It seems that this so-called subjugation is not entirely subjugation.