I'm in Tokyo, caught in the clutches of the demon princess.

Upon closer inspection, I noticed that Tsumi Agasa was wearing a collar around her neck, with bells hanging from it.

Even the collar and bells were red, with the words "Exclusive to Feng Zejian" written on the collar.

Tsumi Gasai gently plucked the bell.

As the bells rang, Feng Zejian became somewhat confused and infatuated.

Kazema approached Tsumi Gasai and lifted her chin with his fingers.

My wife, Tsumi, has eyes that seem to hold spring in them.

"Master, don't pity me, just ravage me."

Kazema grabbed Tsuma's pale neck and roughly ravaged her for a long time, as she requested.

Tsumi Gasai lay contentedly on Kazesawa's muscular chest.

"I told you to transfer 1 billion, how did you transfer 10 billion?"

"Isn't it because I was worried you wouldn't have enough?"

Feng Zejian paused for a moment. "I'll give you the card, and I'll tell you the PIN in a bit. You can transfer the money back yourself; it's definitely not going to be easy for me to do it myself."

"Consider it pocket money."

Feng Zejian pretended to be angry.

"They don't even listen to their master anymore?"

Tsumi Gasai instantly became obedient.

"I was wrong, Master. I apologize to you."

As he spoke, he buried his head under the covers, and Feng Zejian's body began to convulse.

After releasing himself once more, Feng Zejian closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep.

When I woke up, it was already evening.

Feng Zejian got up, took a shower, and then went to the kitchen to get busy.

The ingredients here are still top-notch.

As usual, Feng Zejian prepared several dishes.

The skill of cooking was not given to me by the system, but rather I learned it through part-time work while traveling over the past two years.

Working as a helper in a Western or Chinese restaurant, and building a good relationship with the chef to learn a few dishes is quite easy.

The two sat at the table and ate quietly.

They chatted idly in the wind and rain.

"Things have been going well lately, haven't they?"

"Oh, that's alright."

"No matter what, thank you anyway. The 'master' thing is just for fun, there's no need to take it into reality, although I enjoyed it too."

Tsumi Gasai smiled happily.

"Little brother, do you think your sister is dirty?"

Feng Zejian was taken aback for a moment, then asked in return, "Have you ever sold yourself?"

My wife Zumi was anxious.

"How could that be? Although I'm open-minded, I've never sold myself."

"That settles it then. When you say something is dirty, are you implying that you didn't marry for love but for money, and that you're only grateful to your deceased husband?"

Gasai Tsumi nodded.

"I don't think this is dirty. Love is attracted to each other from the beginning by something, such as being good-looking, tall, cute, humorous, or rich. Everyone has different preferences."

"This is a deep-seated human need. The concept of love is too broad. Who says money can't be love? In short, in my eyes, as long as you don't go out to sell yourself, don't mess around, pay attention to personal hygiene, and don't get sick, you're not considered dirty."

Chapter Ninety-Three: What is Uniform Fetish?

Memories drift back to the past amidst the wind and marsh.

“I remember once when I was traveling, I stayed in a village. The people there were very quiet and didn’t talk. I stayed for about two days. On the last night, I heard a lot of groans outside. I drew back the curtains and saw a group of villagers gathered outside, doing that kind of thing naked, and they were taking turns. This ‘carnival’ continued until five o’clock the next day.”

"And when I was looking for a hotel in another city, I saw a delinquent girl giving sex to five men in a corner. There are many more things like this. If you consider this dirty, then I think there are no clean people in the world."

Gasai Tsumi stared at Kazesawa with fascination.

"Little brother, you are so gentle."

Feng Zejian sneered and said self-deprecatingly, "Yes, but I'm like that to everyone."

Tsumi Gasai changed the subject, saying, "Little brother, what's your birthday?"

"August 11th".

"Okay, I remember."

After finishing his meal, Feng Zejian also chose to leave.

Tomorrow is the day I compete with Chika Fuchigami, so I need to get plenty of rest and not mess things up.

The next day, Feng Zejian unusually got up early and went to school.

Chika was surprised to see Kazema arrive in casual clothes.

"Why don't you even wear a suit?"

At this moment, Chika Fuchigami was wearing a white gauze dress, her long hair was tied up in a bun, with two curls at her temples, and she was wearing white gloves.

"Your outfit looks great."

Chika Fuchigami was very happy to be praised.

"How is it? Doesn't it look good?"

Suddenly, Chika Fuchigami snapped out of her daze.

"You almost fooled me, you were wearing a suit."

“The venue can be rented, right? I’ve studied the rules.”

"Then you should pray that there will still be suits available for rent."

After saying that, Chika Fuchigami didn't say anything more.

The two waited in the activity room until the meeting time.

This time, only two teams with four people from Kanazawa High School participated in the competition.

The four of them were sitting in an MPV, driven by the male teacher from the Elite-A class.

His name is Fujiwara Yuji. He's a somewhat eccentric and charismatic guy, or rather, a comedic character.

She's good at creating a lively atmosphere and seems very positive and optimistic.

A DJ was playing in the car, and I was swaying to the rhythm.

It's a miracle that he was able to drive safely to the venue, which also proves that he has excellent driving skills.

Feng Zejian stared into thought as he looked at the only pink suit in the rental shop.

There was only one pink suit left, and it didn't even have a lining.

Yuan Shang Qianxia looked at Feng Zejian with a resentful expression.

"I'll just say it."

Feng Zejian hesitated for a moment before taking out the pink suit.

"This one will do."

Chika Fuchigami was somewhat worried.

"It doesn't have a lining. How about we buy one?"

Feng Zejian waved his hand.

"It's too late now. If there's no lining, then so be it. We can just not wear anything underneath."

Chinatsu Fuchigami imagined Kazema wearing a pink suit without a lining, and her face unconsciously turned red.

That seems like a good idea too.

Feng Zejian changed his clothes, and he managed to squeeze into the pink suit.

Feng Zejian felt it was a bit tight, so he only fastened two buttons, revealing some of his muscles.

She has delicate collarbones, visible V-lines and abs, and a strong chest.

At that moment, Chika Fuchigami felt what uniform allure truly meant.

This was not the main competition, but only the preliminary round, but it was still quite formal. There weren't too many spectators, and all five judges were very professional.

If more than half of the votes are received, the player will advance to the main tournament and be exempt from the next qualifying round.

Before going on stage, Feng Zejian always covered his clothes with his jacket.

He also doesn't like to show too much skin.

Two of the five judges are foreigners.

They look very professional; it's true what they say, "foreign monks chant better sutras."

Feng Zejian was about to take a nap when he was touched by Yuan Shang Qianxia.

"Wake up, they've gone on stage."

Kaze looked towards the stage; they were referring to Shimada Chifuyu and Nagumo Yuki.

One of them was wearing a black evening gown, and the other was wearing a white tuxedo.

Yuki Nagumo picked up her violin and began to dance gracefully, playing a prologue before Chifuyu Shimada got down to business.

Whether it's the transitions, the ensemble, or the solo performances, the two are impeccable, setting them apart from the other mediocre contestants and delivering a devastating blow.

As expected, they were unanimously approved and guaranteed a spot in the main tournament, making them the first team to receive a unanimous vote in this qualifying round.

No one else had any objection to the result of the competition.

After all, there was nothing to attack about their performance.

After the two stepped off the stage, Feng Zejian congratulated them, saying, "Congratulations! You've made it to the main competition."

Chifuyu Shimada smiled slightly and said, "That's inevitable. Yuki and I are aiming for the championship. Good luck to you both. I hope it will be a showdown between us in the end."

Chika Fuchigami is full of confidence.

"Don't worry, the championship will definitely be ours, so don't even think about it."

Nagumo Yuki laughed and said, "Really? I don't believe it."

At this moment, the staff reminded Kazesawa and Fuchigami Chinatsu to get ready.

Feng Zejian took off his clothes, revealing a flashy pink suit.

This audacity shocked everyone around.

If you didn't know better, you'd think he was a male escort at a nightclub.

However, even if he is a male escort, he is a high-class male escort.

Kazema arrived at the venue with the box and Fuchigami Chinatsu.

Because the piano is too big, only the one provided by the competition venue can be used, but instruments like the violin and saxophone are brought by the participants themselves.

When the judges saw Feng Zejian's flashy pink suit, they were stunned.

Others thought it was somewhat incongruous, but the foreign judges appreciated it.

One of them, a short-haired man wearing glasses, even praised him in German.

"This contestant's outfit is quite creative, but only someone with this body type can pull it off."

Feng Zejian bowed slightly and expressed his gratitude in German.

"Thank you, judges."