Only I Have the Law: Tokyo Fantasy Daily Life

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He took off his shoes, put on indoor shoes, and walked over. Instead of kneeling, he casually sat cross-legged on the floor.

Hoshino Saori took out a pen and said triumphantly, "The loser has to draw a line on their face as punishment."

Don't worry, it's easy to wash off.

It's clear that she's very confident in her "evolved" card skills.

Qingze chuckled and said, "Okay."

The three then began a game of drawing jokers.

With his heightened senses enhanced twice, Qingze is able to accurately detect even the most subtle physiological changes in his opponents.

Some experts may be able to learn micro-expression reading techniques from books, but he can intuitively sense whether he has drawn the Joker card by observing the contraction of the other person's pores and the subtle acceleration of their heartbeat.

Therefore, in this game, he is the "undefeated king," always playing the role of the "painter" who wields the brush.

The game lasted until evening.

Saori Hoshino wasn't lying; she had indeed become stronger.

He just had two panda eyes and a mustache on his face.

Yatohime, on the other hand, suffered a much worse fate; her entire face was painted so badly that she looked like she had just returned from a vacation in Africa.

"Damn it! Teacher, did you cheat? Why didn't you lose even once?"

"Knowledge is power. If you read more books about micro-expressions, you'll understand why I'm so successful."

Qingze smiled, put down the playing cards, and said, "Alright, it's getting late, let's call it a day."

"Um……"

Yatohime drew out her words, her face still full of resentment.

Qingze glanced at the title "World-Destroying Witch" above her head.

After a whole day of exposure, no green light was emitted. Does this mean I need a stronger emotional response, or is a "cooling-off period" necessary after each exposure?

He couldn't figure it out, so he temporarily put the question out of his mind.

Now, it's time to launch a siege on the goblin lair.

Chapter 12 Fighting Goblins

Before going home, Qingze took a detour to the supermarket to buy ingredients for dinner.

I took some beef, pork, and lamb from the frozen section, and then picked out a fresh fish about the size of my palm.

He had no interest in the half-price bento boxes.

He used to think the bento boxes looked pretty good, so he tried one once. But that experience made him never want to buy half-price bento boxes again.

The fried pork cutlet looked crispy, but it wasn't cooked through inside. You could even see blood when you bit into it, and the oil used was obviously of poor quality.

He could never understand why some people would travel across the ocean to come here and snatch half-price bento boxes, and even proudly post the half-price bento boxes they got on social media in Xia Country, as if they couldn't afford these things back home.

After paying the bill, he rode his motorcycle back to his residence.

As soon as the door opened, Da Huang excitedly rushed over and rubbed against it incessantly.

Qingze first added food to the sparrows in the birdcage, then went into the kitchen to prepare dinner for himself and Dahuang.

He was used to feeding the leftovers to Dahuang after he finished his own meal.

In his view, dogs have a very pure mind, and excessive pampering will only blur their boundaries and make them mistakenly believe that they are the ones in control.

You must make a dog understand who its real owner is through everyday details before it will obey.

Qingze has no sympathy for dog owners who complain that their dogs bite them; he only sympathizes with dogs that have been unlucky in their owners.

……

After feeding Dahuang, Qingze went out again and went to a department store near Shinjuku Station to buy a pair of non-slip shoe covers.

Back home, he rummaged through the dusty bottom of a storage box and found a pair of old shoes with faded and frayed uppers, as well as a fox mask that he used to see at fireworks festivals.

The clothing consisted of the most common black long-sleeved T-shirt and trousers.

He put on a mask, changed his shoes, put on non-slip gloves, and finally pulled on thin black gloves, making a slight friction sound as his knuckles moved.

Once everything was ready, we waited quietly for the right moment.

At exactly 8 p.m., he activated the ability of [Eyes of the Birds] and opened the birdcage.

Five sparrows shot out like arrows, their fluttering breaking the silence as they disappeared into the inky night through the open window.

In an instant, a vision unfolded in his mind.

The street view from above shows scattered streetlights casting oval patches of light on the ground, the residential streets are empty, and the neon lights of the commercial district in the distance look like a blurred patch of color.

He "saw" the clothes still on the clothesline, the outline of the potted plants on the balcony, and the flashing light of the traffic in the distance.

My gaze swept over every lit window, making sure no one was watching.

action!

Qingze deftly climbed over the balcony.

With a light touch of her toes on the second-floor balcony railing, she plummeted, bending her knees to cushion the impact upon landing. Her strengthened body meant that the landing only caused a slight numbness in her legs, with no serious consequences.

Using the aerial network of vision formed by the five sparrows, he quickly moved towards the Sanada family's residence.

If there are people ahead, they will climb over the wall in advance to avoid them, and if there are surveillance cameras installed, they will cleverly detour around them.

The whole process was silent, like a ghost in the dark.

He crept to the outskirts of the Sanada residence, but did not act rashly.

Having previously observed surveillance cameras at the main entrance from the perspective of sparrows, I controlled four sparrows to guard the area around the house, while another sparrow sneaked into the house through a slightly ajar window in the kitchen on the first floor.

The ground floor living room was empty, with only the lights on.

A sparrow flew to the inside of the entrance hall.

Thanks to the high-end locks installed by the homeowner, the house can be opened from the inside simply by pressing a switch.

The time is ripe!

Qingze pushed off with his ankle, sprinted a few steps, grabbed the top of the courtyard wall with one hand, tensed his arm muscles, and used the momentum to leap up and silently flip over the wall.

The instant he landed, his toes barely touched the ground, and he shot towards the door like an arrow released from a bow.

Almost at the same moment, under his precise control, the sparrows in the yard gathered their strength and suddenly rammed their beaks into the switch on the inside of the door.

With a soft click, the door opened inwards.

Like a black gust of wind, Qingze vanished into the brightly lit room in an instant, leaving only the night breeze blowing outside the door.

……

Sanada Jiro comes from a privileged background; his grandfather was a member of parliament, his father was a member of parliament, and his older brother is also a member of parliament.

Thanks to his family's influence, he naturally became a senior executive at Star Entertainment, without having to struggle for a living like ordinary people.

However, his abundant material life did not satisfy him; he always felt that something was missing from his life.

That afternoon, as he was slacking off at work as usual, he heard his boss's voice outside. Afraid of being discovered, he hid behind a cabinet.

I secretly witnessed the company's artist, known for her pure and innocent image, engaging in a fierce battle with her bloated and obese boss.

After a moment of astonishment, an unprecedented tremor seized him—not disgust, but an almost enlightening ecstasy.

It turns out that stripping away all social identities and pretenses to glimpse someone's most private moments can bring such overwhelming excitement.

It is far superior to money and material possessions.

To satisfy his awakened perverted fetishes, he found two like-minded people online and recruited them to his home.

The three began to meticulously plan.

Number One is responsible for disguising himself as a salesperson to extract information from target families, with a focus on full-time housewives.

After figuring out their daily routine, Number Two secretly made a copy of the key and sneaked into the target's home to install a hidden camera.

They then used the recorded videos to threaten and manipulate him, pressing him relentlessly. Once he gave in the first time, there was a second, a third...

Through this method, Sanada Jiro has successfully controlled five wives.

They are allowed to come in shifts during the day, but at night, those like Hijikata Airi tonight, whose husbands are away on business and who have no children to hold them back, are forced to stay here.

Furthermore, they often designate a wife and require her to perform exceptionally well when intimate with her husband at home, so that they can enjoy themselves from behind a screen.

"hehe."

Sanada Jiro stared at the woman on the screen, a morbid grin spreading across his face. He imagined the man, completely unaware of the truth, ecstatic. A surge of contempt mixed with extreme excitement coursed through his body. "That idiot, he's probably still thanking God for giving him such a passionate wife, isn't he?"

"Haha, he should be grateful to us."

One person took over the conversation.

The other man grinned wickedly and said, "Mrs. Hijikata, you should also send your husband a message, show him some 'good' care, and fulfill your 'duty' as a wife."

Hijikata Airi looked pale, but dared not disobey. Trembling, she took out her phone and began to edit a message.

Sanada Jiro leaned closer and watched as the woman's trembling fingers typed out insincere words of concern on the screen, and as he read the loving replies from her husband, an extreme sense of lewd pleasure welled up inside him.

"Oh? I'm so happy to have a 'virtuous' wife like you~ Hahaha!"

He mimicked the poor husband's tone, his laughter echoing sharply in the room.

The other two burst into laughter.

Hijikata Airi's face turned deathly pale, and her body was trembling slightly.

Fortunately, Sanada Jiro had other entertainment and stopped humiliating her, turning his attention back to the screen.

In the video, a woman wearing extremely revealing pajamas is writhing in the bedroom while her husband sits on the edge of the bed watching.

Sanada Jiro was also staring intently at the screen.

Suddenly, he heard the doorknob being turned, and he instinctively turned his head to look at the bedroom door.

The door was pushed open, and a figure wearing a fox mask stood silently outside, a cold voice coming through the mask:

"The game is over."