Only I Have the Law: Tokyo Fantasy Daily Life

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The camera in the bedroom is pointed directly at the bed.

"A true goblin."

Qingze sneered inwardly.

Control the sparrow to fly out of the open bedroom door.

The second floor has a simple layout. Apart from the bedroom, there are three closed doors and an open-plan kitchenette.

The sparrows swooped down, and on the ground floor were the living room, kitchen, and five doors.

He roughly surveyed the layout of the house, then let the sparrows return the way they came, and they all landed on the cherry blossom tree in the courtyard.

What should I do next?

Qingze fell into deep thought.

Unlike burglaries on trams, this kind of upskirt filming is extremely discreet.

If you rashly report it to the police, you will have no way of explaining how you learned about these hidden crimes.

It seems that we can only use some "unconventional" methods to force them to surrender.

Thinking of this, he once again urged the sparrows to move.

This time, the investigation target was much clearer.

That is, are there any surveillance cameras around the Sanada family mansion?

After completing the reconnaissance of the area around the Sanada family, he sent the sparrows into flight again.

This time, the surveillance was conducted along the entire route from his apartment to the Sanada residence, checking where there were surveillance cameras and where there weren't.

He wouldn't dare to act recklessly if he didn't understand these things.

He didn't want to end up in jail because of a careless action.

……

After carefully scouting the location, Qingze went home for breakfast, leaving Dahuang and the five sparrows at home. He then rode his secondhand motorcycle to Changteng High School.

After parking his motorcycle in the parking lot, before he even walked towards the teaching building, his phone rang.

Upon unlocking the phone, I saw a message from the principal: "Come to my office."

Qingze put away his phone, walked straight to the teaching building, and went up to the sixth floor.

This floor has no regular classrooms, only a library and the principal's office.

He stood in front of the heavy office door and knocked.

A voice immediately came from inside, consisting of only two words.

"Please come in"

Her voice was languid and alluring, like it had a little hook, easily stirring the heartstrings.

Chizuru Tsukishima is such a natural beauty that even without ever showing her face, her voice alone is enough to evoke all sorts of fantasies.

Qingze took a deep breath and turned the doorknob.

The principal's office was renovated last year. Directly opposite is a huge one-way glass floor-to-ceiling window that overlooks the entire playground. From the outside, you can't see into the interior at all, but from the inside, you can have a clear view of the outside.

A large desk stands in front of the window, and to the left is a sofa area for receiving guests.

The right side is empty, and at this moment, a yoga mat is laid out on that empty space.

A woman who looks like a succubus is practicing yoga on a mat.

She wore only a thin, close-fitting white tank top, the fabric stretched into a breathtaking curve by her full breasts, heavy like a ripe cantaloupe.

It rose and fell slightly with her breathing.

At this moment, she is doing a split with her long legs, this extreme stretching movement stretching her elastic black yoga pants to their limit, clearly outlining her full figure.

Qingze stood frozen at the doorway.

Chizuru Tsukishima noticed his stunned expression, a mischievous smile flashing in her eyes, and lazily asked, "What are you looking at?"

Aozawa wasn't attracted to her figure, but rather noticed that Tsukishima Chizuru had a green tag on her head.

The Mother of All Desires

This tag wasn't there yesterday...

It seems that he sees a limited number of tags each day.

"Of course, it's to see the beautiful woman!"

Aozawa withdrew his gaze, closed the door behind him, and strode over to Tsukishima Chizuru.

He leaned down, gently lifted the man's chin with his fingers, and then lowered his head to kiss those full lips.

Chizuru Tsukishima's lips are soft and thick, but also have a "prickly" quality.

If Qingze hadn't retreated in time, he would have been bitten off a piece of flesh.

"They really don't care about old friendships."

"How dare a guy who unilaterally broke up with me say such a thing?"

Chizuru Tsukishima's tone remained irresistibly alluring, making it impossible to discern whether she was genuinely angry or simply offering another form of seduction: "What you just did was a crime, you know?"

Qingze smiled slightly.

Regardless of the emotion, he believed that after the next sentence, the person would become very happy.

Chapter 10 Living According to One's Heart

"For you, committing a crime is worthwhile."

Qingze whispered, gripping her shoulders tightly with both hands.

With a slight exertion, he easily lifted her off the yoga mat, then took a step forward and cleverly positioned himself between her legs, preventing them from closing.

Chizuru Tsukishima was pushed against the edge of the hardwood desk by this force.

Her heart skipped a beat, not because she was shocked by Qingze's strength, but because the burning life force seemed to scald through the fabric.

Her strong legs, which were usually strong enough to stand in high heels all day, involuntarily felt a little weak, and the muscles trembled slightly.

However, she never easily shows weakness.

So, she took the opportunity to transform her arms into supple vines and wrap them around Qingze's neck.

She tilted her head back, her eyes sparkling with allure, and parted her red lips slightly to say, "Oh? Then I'll see for myself if you really have that much guts~"

This alluring provocation was like a spark falling into dry tinder.

Qingze said no more. He lifted her back and legs and laid her down on the large, cold mahogany desk.

A waterfall of black, wavy hair cascaded down the edge of the table.

A misty haze clouded her captivating phoenix eyes, and her full, red lips curved slightly upward.

Her long, slender legs crossed behind his waist, even hooking back with a provocative gesture, causing the thin yoga pants fabric to sag slightly.

Qingze immediately bent down.

Chizuru Tsukishima let out a pleasant chuckle.

At the same time, the label "Mother of All Desires" above her head flickered with a ghostly green light, and a beam of green light shot out swiftly, disappearing into Qingze's brow.

In an instant, Qingze felt his senses being amplified.

His hearing became unusually acute, and the powerful heartbeat of Tsukishima Chizuru pounded against his eardrums like a war drum right next to him.

The subtle sound of blood flowing ceaselessly through her veins, gurgling like a stream, reveals the vigor of life, and below, the sound of a tide foreshadowing a stirring of the heart.

He quickly regained his composure.

There are more important things to do right now than indulging in the enhancement of one's senses.

The temperature in the air seems to be rising.

Chizuru Tsukishima half-closed her eyes, her voice languid from just waking up, making it all the more alluring: "Aozawa, are you really no longer considering a political career?"

Upon hearing this, Qingze stopped moving instantly. He straightened up and said irritably, "Qianhe, I've said it many times, I have no interest in politics."

This was precisely the trigger for their breakup.

Chizuru Tsukishima always wanted to use her family's resources to push Aozawa into politics.

She firmly believed that with their combined intelligence, they could climb step by step to the pinnacle of power in the country and change it.

Make Cheong Taek a permanent prime minister.

And she will forever be the Prime Minister's wife.

But Qingze had no interest in it.

For him, time travel meant a complete rebirth, and in this life, he vowed to live only according to his own heart.

A political career, especially in its early stages, is inevitably filled with murky deals, helpless compromises, and countless pretenses, which is the complete opposite of his definition of "freedom."

It's far better to find a well-paying teaching job with stable holidays and a leisurely life.

He did not want to become a slave to power, nor would he be dominated by it.

If a red name tag appears on an ordinary person who hasn't done anything wrong, no matter how tempting the power is, he will never harm them in the slightest.

Power itself is neither good nor evil, but the way one acquires power and the mind that wields it determine its nature.

Only the powerful force that can be fully controlled through one's own will is the true power that belongs to him.

"Why should you dwell on the unavoidable circumstances in the early stages? As long as we eventually reach the top, we can implement countless policies that benefit the country and its people. Those right-wingers you dislike can also be dealt with at that time."

Chizuru Tsukishima propped herself up on her elbows, the alluring blush on her fair cheeks still lingering, her voice still soft, "As long as we join forces, there's nothing in this world we can't do."

"Chizuru, I don't want to argue about this anymore. What did you call me here for today?"

Qingze decisively ended the topic.

He didn't want to be prime minister in the past, but now that he has extraordinary power, he disdains being prime minister even more.

He has his own path to power, and the small position of prime minister is no longer of any interest to him.