People are wreaking havoc in Tokyo, ladies, please stay put!

The thong strap around her waist had broken.

I don't know where the thin piece of cloth went.

A few obvious palm prints made her surrender instantly despite her initial slight struggle.

Even indulge in it.

The tables and chairs on the rooftop were broken and fell to the side.

They deeply felt how strong and compact the muscles of the man in front of them were.

Broad and thick chest muscles, and angular abdominal muscles that bulge with power.

Especially the arms and legs were so strong and agile that they were unbelievable.

Although the two men were paralyzed and unable to move, it was just an appetizer for the other party.

In a blink of an eye.

Masami Miura and Sakuna Hojo appeared in the bathroom of a room in a luxury hotel.

The two of them lay side by side in the huge bathtub.

Under the light.

Both of them are petite.

Masami Miura has a slender frame, but her body is plump, fair and full.

It is soft and has a great sense of force.

Hojo Sakura is slightly taller, and due to long-term yoga and fitness, her skin is slightly honey-colored, smooth as fat and full of elasticity.

Easily stretch your legs into a straight line.

The warm water poured down, stimulating the alcohol that had not dissipated in their bodies.

They know what awaits them.

Lying in a bathtub as white as bone china.

Like plump rose tuna sushi laid out on white rice, just waiting to be devoured.

Sun rise.

Miura Masami's fair body trembled and she opened her eyes slightly.

A figure was sitting nearby with his legs hugged.

Hojo Sakurana.

Masami Miura struggled to get up.

The originally fair body looked even whiter and colder because of its paleness and weakness.

The feeling of being absorbed is like an addiction.

Even though I know that I am being drained again and again, I still keep hoping.

The curtains were drawn open, and sunlight poured in from the window, shining on Hojo Sakurana's skin.

Still not wearing any clothes.

In fact, it had already shattered and no one knew where it fell.

Her intact skin was shiny and delicate, while the bruises were more obvious with a purple-blue tint.

Masami Miura looked down and saw that he was the same.

Looking at the mess and noticing Hojo Sakura looking at her, she shyly pulled the quilt up a little.

"What's there to hide? From last night until now, I've seen everything at such a close distance." Hojo Sakura heard the noise and turned around to take a look, a mocking look on her face.

That's different from the current scene...

Those shameful...

Masami Miura thought so in her heart, but did not say it out loud.

"Should we... call the police?" Miura Masami asked Hojo Sakurana with a red face and a slight breath.

"Call the police? Call the police for what? Let Sakura Kurumi see us like this? And then one of us, naked with a blanket wrapped around us, record our statements in front of her?" Hojo Sakura said sarcastically, "Besides, don't you know what you looked like last night? I didn't expect you to be so horny..."

Miura Masami's pale face flushed, and she said angrily, "You are the same, rushing up and pushing me away."

"So...then why call the police?" The blush that had not yet faded away in Hojo Sakurana resurfaced, and she snorted coldly to cover it up.

"Then why are you sitting there in a daze? I thought you were sad." Masami Miura felt a little aggrieved. He clearly just wanted to care about her.

"Please, what era is this? Besides, we..." Hojo Sakura was too embarrassed to continue.

Miura Masami understood what she meant: "So what are you thinking about?"

"I'm wondering who he is..." Hojo Sakura said, "I've looked at the information on the most dangerous registered Onmyoji in Japan, and he's not even on the list."

"Is it possible that he is not Japanese...he...has electricity..." Masami Miura's neck and face turned red.

Speaking of this, Hojo Sakurana also felt a tingling sensation all over her body.

Recalling this brings both fear and satisfaction.

"He is not on the list of foreign psychics. I will investigate thoroughly when I get back... This matter cannot be left unclear..." Hojo Sakurana bit her lower lip and looked at the many big hand pinch marks and palm prints on her body.

"What should we do now? How...how do we get out?" Masami Miura said in a low voice.

"How are we going to get out? We don't have cell phones or clothes. You ask me, but who should I ask?" Hojo Sakurana sneered, "I don't understand why all these problems happened after I provoked that Sakura Kurumi."

Miura Masami was stunned, as if it was true: "Which hotel is this? Is this phone working?"

As she spoke, she twitched her sore legs, wanting to look at the hotel's service phone number next to the bed.

The pulled wound made her gasp.

"Don't look at it. I've called the Imperial Hotel in Tokyo." Hojo Sakura said, "I contacted the housekeeper and he will send us the phone later. As for other things, such as the identity of that man, he doesn't know."

"Didn't you reveal your identity as a prosecutor?" asked Masami Miura.

"You go and tell him that when he comes, you can show him your identity as Chief Justice." Hojo Sakurana glanced at him fiercely.

Who would admit their identity when doing such a shameful thing?

Masami Miura didn't say anything, but she understood what he meant. She would never admit her identity even if she was beaten to death.

How to explain this?

Two women inexplicably appeared in a hotel room, and they were not guests who booked the room.

Then, wrapped in a bath towel, she shamefully told the housekeeper that she was a Chief Justice of the Supreme Court of Japan?

"You should worry about something else." Hojo Sakura said unhappily.

"What?" Masami Miura was stunned.

"Didn't you notice something extra on my neck?" Hojo Sakura reached out and touched her neck to indicate.

Masami Miura saw a thin metal necklace tied around Hojo Sakura's slender neck, with a short ring in the middle of the necklace.

"When did you buy the necklace? It's quite pretty..." Miura Masami was a little confused: "Why didn't I see it yesterday?"

"Touch your own neck." Hojo Sakura rolled her eyes.

Miura Masami raised her hand and touched it, and sure enough, she also had...

"This is..." Masami Miura was stunned, a little confused.

"This buckle is for connecting to the leash." Hojo Sakura's face flushed. "Don't you know what this is? Not only has your body been damaged since last night, but your brain has been damaged too."

"This is a pet chain. I'm wondering what I'll do if my colleagues find out it's this..."

Hojo Sakura gritted her teeth.

You don't have to guess where those people are going...

"Ah?" Masami Miura opened her red lips.

Lost in the spot.

I have a court hearing tomorrow?

Can't this thing be cut?

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In Chiyoda Villa.

Shiraishi Nagimitsu was sleeping soundly on his side on the sofa.

Various pillows and backrests are scattered around.

There were also some documents scattered on the ground.

She was wearing a black vest and a floral skirt.

A pair of huge monsters pulled the curve of the vest into an exaggerated parabola.

With her hair tied up and delicate facial features, she slept peacefully and calmly.

After moisturizing, her skin is now smoother.

A pair of beautiful legs with perfect proportions, and the toes are painted with bean paste-colored nail polish.

Fang put his left arm around her, and the intoxicating touch made him unable to help but admire it.

When Shiraishi Nagimitsu felt the familiar embrace in her sleep, she knew that her man was behind her.

He muttered in his sleep and leaned his head closer.

Then he suddenly realized something, opened his eyes and smiled happily.

A pair of arms came over, offered red lips, and kissed the man passionately.

The softness at the ferry exit and the crazy demands.

Then she slowly loosened her arms and looked at her man in surprise.

He sat up, with a half-smile on his face: "Why are you naked?"

=

"I had a fight with some bugs." Fang Zuo looked down at himself and said with a smile, "I used up all the clothes you were going to give me."

"Huh, I thought you just came back from a fight with some female fairies." Shiraishi Nagimitsu leaned over gently: "Fortunately, I prepared a lot of sets for you yesterday. I'll get them later."

"Did you buy it especially for me?" Fang Zuo knew that Shiraishi Nagimitsu rarely went shopping alone. She was a typical working woman.

"Well, I can't let my man be naked after a fight." Shiraishi Nagi held Fang Zuo tightly with his arms: "Even if it's a fight with a female demon."

Shiraishi Nagimitsu panted and leaned close to the man's ear: "Nunu wants to have breakfast, quickly carry me into the room, Shiraishi Meiyi will come down..."

"Let her see." Fang Zuo said with a smile after reading it.

Shiraishi Nagimitsu bit her lower lip, her face flushed as she snuggled into the man's arms.

Although she knew that the man was joking, her man was the boss and she could do whatever he said.

After a long time.

"We are going to visit the set in a few days and go to Osaka to see the movie that Yui is filming." Shiraishi Nagimitsu collapsed in the man's arms.

"What type of movie?" Fang Zuo asked curiously.

He has also seen several of Takeshi Kitano's movies. Although he can't be called a fan, he is very interested in it.

"Before filming started, Miss Jin brought the script to me and I took a quick look at it. She asked for my opinion. It's about gangsters." Shiraishi Nagimitsu drew circles around the man's chest with her small hands.

"Gangster theme?" Fang Zuo was stunned.

Yakuza 4?

I thought it was an art film like Kikujiro's Summer, how could it be a gangster film?

Are we going to let Oda Yui play with a gun while wearing a headband?

Is this Takeshi Kitano’s latest violent aesthetic?

"Kitano Takeshi praised Oda Yui highly at a recent press conference. Perhaps they have some affinity," Shiraishi Nagimitsu said. "Ms. Jin is in charge of the specific plot of the script. I'm not a professional, so I don't quite understand it, but it seems like she's been in some trouble lately."

"What's wrong?" Fang Zuo touched Shiraishi Nagi's bright shoulder. He hadn't asked about the situation there recently.