In the mountains on the outskirts of Osaka, in the Gokuraku.
It was a large house in the mountains. In front of the house was a mountain stream and an exquisite bridge. Beautiful girls in kimonos welcomed guests by the bridge. Samba dancers waving flamingo feathers shook their breasts as they stepped on the drums. Waitresses in Indian headscarves came and went to carry the luggage of the guests. In the chilly spring, a man got out of the car and hugged an enchanting woman in fur. The women's high heels hit the stone slabs. They tried their best to walk gracefully, and their hips and thighs under their tight skirts were very tight.
There were men in suits wandering around the house. They had their arms open, revealing the handles of their guns. They were heavy tactical pistols produced by Israel's " HH Precise Company." They used large-caliber magnum bullets that could even penetrate police bulletproof vests. However, the distinguished guests did not feel uneasy. As long as they did not violate the rules here, they were absolutely safe. These men were protecting them. However, if someone caused trouble in the Bliss Hall, these men would quickly become ferocious beasts.
The Bliss Hall was a big casino that had only opened in the past two months. Although it was called a big casino, it could not accommodate many gamblers. It was less than half of the other casinos. There was no limit to the amount of money they could bring here, so the gamblers could bring ten times more money than other casinos. Gamblers all knew that Bliss Hall had underworld connections, but it was normal for casinos to have connections with the underworld. The casinos they used to frequent also had underworld connections. The difference between Bliss Hall and other casinos was that it was known to satisfy all kinds of wishes of gamblers. The winning customers would be respectfully invited to the VIP room, served with old wine, and accompanied by a young and beautiful female manager. After they were slightly drunk, they would ask the customers if they had any wishes. Any exaggerated wish could be mentioned, such as spending the night with the female lead of a popular Japanese drama or having dinner with the Prime Minister. Of course, the guests could also ask to have dinner with a popular female star or spend the night with the prime minister…These wishes were still decent. The unspeakable wishes, such as wanting to buy a young virgin from Thailand to increase their luck, or even causing the family of their business rival to be destroyed…As long as the guests won enough money and wished to transfer the money to the wish fund set up by the Bliss Hall, they could get what they wanted.
No casino in Tokyo dared to be so arrogant, even if they were close to the underworld. The illegal industry also had its own rules. For example, in the custom industry, young girls who volunteered to accompany old men to drink were not controlled by anyone. As long as they paid a certain percentage of protection fees to the local underworld, it would be fine. However, if a female high school student was forced to sell her body, people would ask, and the result might be that the person who forced her to lose one or two fingers. One had to abide by the rules even if they were in the underworld. Japan was a place where rules and traditions were respected. No one dared to cross the line, as crossing the line might kill them. However, the Bliss Hall was a place without rules. The winner spoke here, and the desires of the guests could be satisfied to the greatest extent. As long as you took out enough money from the winnings, you could fulfill all kinds of immoral, dirty, illegal, and even bloody wishes. No one would pursue it, and all the risks would be borne by the Bliss Hall. Bliss Hall was a place where people could do whatever they wanted and there was no law. There was no law, no rules, and only money spoke here.
The guests who were slightly related to the Japanese underworld were full of awe of the Bliss Hall. This casino was like a demon flower that bloomed in the mountains of Osaka. It went against the season and never withered. It was like the legendary red lotus that destroyed the world.
However, those who came to the Bliss Hall for a physical examination could not resist the charm of this demonic flower. They drove from all directions with boxes of cash as if they were possessed to gamble. Because only gamblers who won big money could make their wishes, it was very rare to have a small bet in the Bliss Hall. Regardless of whether the gamblers won or lost, everyone pushed out more chips with ferocious expressions. Everyone was looking forward to seeing the alluring female manager kneeling at the side and inviting him to the VIP room for a drink when the chips in front of them piled up into a mountain. The back of this lucky guest would be stared at with envy and even jealousy by all the gamblers until the door of the VIP room closed. High-stakes gamblers were all worth billions of yen. Their purpose of spending thousands of dollars on the gambling table was definitely not to win a few small money to buy alcohol. Their companies were making huge profits for them every minute and second. What they wanted was the thrill of winning consecutive battles. Their desire increased with the stakes, like the Tower of Babel in the Bible... and finally their wishes were satisfied. The Bliss Hall keenly grasped the psychology of the high gamblers and made itself a fairyland to realize their dreams.
Hideki Shinaka pushed open the heavy carved copper door with his bandaged hand, and his field of vision instantly widened.
The sound of small steel balls pouring out of the Pachinko machine filled the entire space. The roulette machine was rolling, the dice were jumping in the voodoo, the dealers were playing Pai Gow, and the girls were cheering loudly... Every sound here made people's blood boil. In contrast, the beautiful dealers were wearing black suits from the waist up. When they walked around the gambling table, they would see that they were wearing bunny outfits with black fishnet stockings wrapped around their thighs and a white rabbit tail. The waitresses were wearing bright red swimsuits, revealing half of their voluptuous breasts. They were wearing high heels and fish-mouth shoes, swaying their seductive waists as they walked past, giving charming gazes to every man who looked at them.
Half of the hall was the Pachinko area, and the other half was a variety of gambling tables. Pachinko was a gambling game for all ages in Japan. With a few coins, you could play it. The people sitting in front of Pachinko were all girls. They were drinking Coke and stuffing marbles. They were all so beautiful that they could be on the cover of a magazine. Some were young and tender, wearing school uniforms and white stockings. Some were cold and enchanting, wearing red heels and cheongsams with high slits. There were also a few who had explosive figures and wore see-through evening gowns. Brother Bai Qing was invited by Bliss Hall to play games with the guests because Brother Bai Qing's voice would make the casino lively. If a guest wanted to take one of the girls out for a drink, the girls would gladly agree.
When Hideki Shinaka first came here, he was shocked by the extreme luxury of this world and subconsciously wanted to escape. Every inch of the space was so tempting. It was either the dark red Italian marble floor, the crystal clear red crystal glass wall, or the beautiful skin of the girls. He felt that he would be trapped in this maze if he took another step. But today, he did not look at these luxurious and tempting things. His eyes were only on the bright red glass door of the VIP room. He staggered toward it because he had not eaten for a few days.
The sound of high heels clattered behind him. The young and beautiful female manager held his arm."Mr. Zhenzhong, we've been waiting for you. Tonight is a wonderful moment for you to fulfill your wish.”
The female manager was wearing a tight black suit and skirt. Her hair was high, making her look slim and beautiful. It was hard to imagine that such a young girl had already climbed to the position of casino manager. Her beauty was far better than those revealing dealers and waitresses, but she deliberately dressed conservatively. Hideki Shinaka remembered that this woman was called Sakurai Akira. That day, it was as if the goddess of luck was standing behind him. He was invincible on the Texas hold 'em table, defeating his opponent with a mere seven million chips. In the end, the chips in front of him piled up into a small mountain, exceeding 1.2 billion. At this moment, he smelled a quiet fragrance. The girl's warm body was gently pressed against his leg. The female manager in black was half-kneeling on the ground."Can I invite you to the VIP room? I'm the manager here, Sakurai Akira. You can call me Akira.”
Unlike the other lucky guests who excitedly hugged the female manager and kissed her, Hideki Shinaka collapsed on the chair after hearing this. He did not stand up for a long time, and his tears were like a downpour.
Shinaka Hideki was thirty-nine years old. His family owned a plastic factory that processed disposable tableware. With his wealth, he was not qualified to come to the Bliss Hall to gamble. Other than running the plastic factory, all he wanted to do was to use the money saved at home to do something else and have a child with his wife. His wife was only twenty-eight years old. She was quite good-looking and was a popular B-list celebrity. She had dated a few wealthy boyfriends but failed to get married. In the end, she married a small business owner like Shinaka Hideki. Hideki Shinaka doted on his young wife very much and often went out to play cards with her. His wife had lived in Tokyo for a long time and knew some powerful friends. Among these people, there was a young scion who said that with Hideki Shinaka's wealth, it was not enough to invest in a big project. He might as well use his ancestral mountain as collateral and borrow a sum of money to invest together. This way, his friends in the circle would be willing to bring Hideki Shinaka along to play. Hideki Shinaka hesitated. The plastic factory was on that mountain, and the cemetery of his hometown was also there. If he couldn't get it back, he would be the sinner of his family. But his wife said that she was pregnant, and the profits of the plastic factory were getting meager year by year. In order for the child to develop in Tokyo in the future, Hideki should make up his mind. Hideki, who was immersed in happiness, went to the financial firm recommended by the son of the aristocratic family to mortgage the mountain. He invested all the money he got into the big project recommended by the son of the aristocratic family.
The truth was revealed because Hideki's childhood friend saw his female celebrity wife and the son of a wealthy family holding hands in a love hotel in Tokyo. The news that followed was that the project that Hideki invested in had gone bankrupt, and the operator had fled with the money. The investor could not get back a single cent of the money. While Hideki was still questioning his wife about her relationship with the scion of the aristocratic family, the financial firm began to urge Hideki to repay the loan. Otherwise, they would take away his mountain. At this time, Hideki discovered that the financial firm had a mafia background. Their original business was loan sharks. The dream collapsed. On the day his wife packed her clothes and left home, Yingshu received a divorce petition from the court. Yingshu was still begging his wife to consider the child, but his wife smiled and said,"Are you so sure that this child is yours?"
On the day the financial firm came to reclaim the land, Hideki's mother had a heart attack. When the ambulance passed by the family cemetery, the gang blew up the plastic factory that the Shinaka family had run for generations.
Hideki Shinaka knelt in front of his mother's spirit for three days. He went to the bank to withdraw the money his mother left him to open a small shop. He took the last seven million to the Bliss Hall. He wasn't a good gambler, but when people were in a desperate situation, they would risk everything to gamble on their only hope.
"This wish is a little big. Although your luck today is very good, 1.2 billion yen may not be enough.”In the VIP room, Sakurai Xiaomu finished listening to Hideki's words.
"How much more do you want? I can go out and gamble again!”Hideki wanted to kneel down and beg.
Sakurai Xiaomu took Hideki's hand and stroked his left ring finger, which still had a ring mark.""Add this finger, this finger is enough.”
Hideki shuddered and pulled his hand back."They're from the underworld, and you're from the underworld as well…You're not ganging up on me, are you?”
" The underworld is different from the underworld. Compared with the eight families who control the law of the underworld, maybe we 'ghosts' are more trustworthy?”Sakurai said with a smile. He turned around and left, leaving a short knife on the table.
If there was no one in this world to trust, most people would believe in ghosts, right? Hideki thought.
Sakurai Kazuki did not bring him to the VIP room with red crystal glass inlaid on the walls. Instead, he led him to the unobtrusive safety exit and went down the white-painted stairs.
Hideki Shinaka never thought that this casino would have such a deep basement. Apart from his and Sakurai's footsteps, he could not hear anyone else's voice. The huge exhaust fan slowly turned, blowing out a warm breeze. If it wasn't for Sakurai Xiaomu holding his hand and making him feel warm, Hideki felt that he wouldn't have the courage to go to the deepest level. The hidden path under the Bliss Hall seemed to lead straight to the netherworld.
"Miss Sakurai, is this Shinnaka-san?”A man in black finally appeared at the staircase.
The man was wearing black sunglasses in this dark place. Hideki looked at him nervously and felt a strange golden gaze from the depths of the sunglasses... For some reason, Hideki felt that it was the gaze of a cold-blooded animal.
"Room B431, Mr. Shinaka's wish is already there. Please follow me.”The man turned around and led Shinaka Hideki and Sakurai Obuki to the black iron door. He took out his magnetic card and swiped the lock.
This was a small house with four walls stuck to iron plates. Because it was underground, there were naturally no windows, only small ventilation holes. There were no furnishings in the hut. Four people were sitting on four chairs. Their arms were tied behind their backs and their heads were covered with sackcloth bags. They were all shivering and making muffled whimpering sounds. The man closed the iron door and took out the folder that he had prepared beforehand.
He opened the first sack and glanced at the photos in the folder."Fujita Jutaro, this is the president of the financial firm that provided you with the mortgage loan, an old man from the Triad. Please confirm."
"It's him." Hideki said hoarsely.
The man pulled out a gun with a silencer and pressed it against Fujita Shoutaro's forehead. With a " poof ", the body fell down along with the chair.
"Yamaguchi, he was the one who planned that real estate project, and you are his investor. He and your friend Hideki Akamatsu are in cahoots. Tomoshi Yamaguchi initiated the project, and Hideki Akamatsu persuaded the investors to join him. Then, Yamaguchi took the money and fled to East African countries that did not have any extraditing regulations with Japan. Akamatsu Hideki seemed to be a victim, but Yamaguchi would launder the money and transfer it to Akamatsu Hideki. Because there was no extraditing regulation, we sent someone to Africa to bring him back. There was an accident on the way and the goods were a little incomplete. Please forgive us.”The mutilated part that the man was referring to was that both of Yamaguchi's ears had been cut off. There was no bandaging, only yellow powder to stop the bleeding.
"Please confirm." The man pointed the gun between Yamaguchi's eyebrows.
Hideki nodded. Yamaguchi's head was knocked back by the bullet, and blood sprayed all the way to the roof.
"Hideki Akamatsu, your wife's good friend. He claims to be from an aristocratic family, but he's actually an underground boxer. His part-time job is to accompany rich women. He's always been your wife's lover, and he was the one who proposed the idea of cheating you of your family property. We have already forcefully induced labor for the baby in your wife's stomach according to your wishes. The DNA test results are indeed that of Akamatsu Hideki.”The man said," Please confirm."
Hideki stared at the man who was much younger and more handsome than him. He nodded slightly. Although he did not speak, his tears fell like rain. His face was as ferocious as a demon.
"As for your wife, we brought her to you as promised. You didn't insist on us getting rid of her, so we left her for you to deal with.”The man pointed at the trembling human figure on the last seat. Although her face was covered with a burlap bag, she was indeed a rare beauty from the curvy body under her white dress.
"If you don't want her to stay, don't worry. Cleaning up the mess is also included in our service. It's free. If you can't bear to part with her, we've reserved our best VIP suite for you upstairs. You can bring her to stay there for as long as you want until she changes her mind and falls in love with you. These are all free of charge.”Sakurai Xiaomu opened the mahogany box and took out the short knife that Hideki was familiar with. Three weeks ago, he used this knife to cut off his ring finger and left it in the Bliss Hall as part of the price.
"You're not left-handed. It should be very convenient for you to hold a saber with your right hand.”Sakurai Koguryo whispered into Hideki Shinaka's ear as he stuffed the unsheathed sword into Hideki's hand.
Hideki stood there in a daze, looking at the woman whom he was once so infatuated with that he could die for her. She was also the woman who caused his family to be destroyed. The expression on his face was ferocious and terrifying, and at the same time, he looked like a wronged child. Sakurai Xiaomu and the man in black left the house and locked the door. Hideki listened to the crisp sound of Sakurai Xiaomu's high heels gradually fade away. There was really only him and his wife left here. His mind was half red and half white. The red was the blood that his mother coughed up before she died, and the white was the " white and flawless " dress that his wife wore at the wedding.
"I really want to leave that Shinaka Hideki in that room.”The man whispered behind Sakurai.
"Don't attack the guests unless it's necessary! They are the goose that laid the golden eggs for us.”Sakurai Xiaomu's voice was stern.
"Yes, I will restrain myself. She just felt disgusted when she saw such a cowardly man. A woman had caused his family to be destroyed. He risked his life to take revenge on all his enemies, but he couldn't bear to part with the culprit. " Feelings don't exist from the beginning, so what we can't bear to part with is that woman's body," the man said." If it's that kind of man, after we leave, he will throw the knife and pounce on that woman, tear her clothes, and beg her to have sex, right?”
"No, he will kill that woman.”Sakurai smiled.
"Miss Sakurai, are you that confident?"
"He was still a cowardly man when he made his request to us, but now he has seen the beauty of power. He used to be like a servile slave in front of that woman, but when he realized that this woman had become a slave in front of him, and her life and death were in his hands, he no longer loved her.”Sakurai said lightly.
They took a few more steps, and the woman's dying wail caught up with them, echoing along the long corridor.
"Aiya, is Mr. Mitsui free to visit again? I still have to teach you tonight.”
"Mr. Shiroda is here too. The money we won from here last time wasn't enough to satisfy Mr. Shiroda, right? I see you brought a bigger money box today.”
"Prepare a double order of Shirakawa whiskey for Mr. Ichimura, and add a piece of ice.”
The moment she stepped out of the elevator and into the casino lobby, Sakurai Xiaomu became the center of attention. She jogged forward to greet all kinds of regular customers with a sweet smile on her face. This place was like the tavern she ran. She was the young and charming lady boss. Regular customers knew that if they had a good relationship with the lady boss, they might get special treatment. Moreover, Sakurai Otake was so graceful and lovely. The customers said that Sakurai Otake was like a iced sweet wine. You could never hate her, but you would gradually sink into her slightly iced sweet wine.
"There are many female celebrities coming from Tokyo to support us today. If the Sushi is good, Gokuraku Hall will help you fulfill your wish.”Sakurai Koguryo chuckled and whispered to the CEO of Mitsui Heavy Industries, Shigeru Masuda.
Masuda Shigeru stroked the back of Sakurai's hand."I'm not interested in female celebrities, but it's not easy to find a free time for the lady boss.”
"Me?" "Women like me work behind the scenes. How can I be qualified to be a VIP's wish?" Sakurai Koguryo smiled charmingly.”
"But I always have uncontrollable feelings for women in uniforms.”Masuda Shigeru had already drunk some wine and was much bolder than usual.
"Women like us can only rest after midnight. If Mr. Mashida isn't drunk by then, I'll treat Mr. Mashida to supper at 'Chimoto Sakura' on the second floor.”
"Miss Sakurai is as cunning as a red fox.”Masuda Shigeru tactfully let go of Sakurai's hand because the black clothed man behind him had veins popping out on his forehead.
In the Bliss House, other than the weird wish of " spending a good night with the Prime Minister ", there were a few wishes that no one dared to mention, including " spending a good night with Xiao Mu ". Everyone was guessing how such a young girl could control such an extravagant casino. Such a woman…must be worth a sky-high price, right? No one knew if he would receive an extremely high price after making this wish, or if he would disappear from this world forever.
"Miss Sakurai, there's an urgent message from the general.”The secretary walked through the crowd and handed a black document to Sakurai.
Sakurai only took a glance and suddenly stopped smiling. He politely bowed and apologized, then left the distinguished regulars and walked to the elevator in the middle of the hall with a door covered in gold foil. It was an elevator that could only be opened by swiping a card. Some people said that the elevator led to the most luxurious suite here, while others said that it led to the vault of the Bliss Hall. Some people said that it led to Sakurai's bedroom.
The elevator door opened and Sakurai Koguryo walked into the Japanese suite on the top floor of the Bliss Hall. She took off her high heels in the elevator and walked on the tatami without making a sound.
The floor of this top-class suite was covered with traditional tatami mats. The interior was separated by a simple white paper screen, and the windows were open to let in moonlight. Beside the white wooden screen, there was a small table with a white porcelain vase on it. In the vase was a spring peach blossom that had not yet bloomed. A transparent hand picked up the peach blossom from the vase. With one hand, she tied up her long hair, and with the other, she inserted the peach blossom into her hair as a hairpin, revealing her jade-like neck.
Tired ah tired ah hairpin as evidence, the emperor personally presented in the past;
Don't remember the amorous feelings, chat to repay him, a moment of grace met Long;
Return the hairpin to Linqiong, three thousand weak water beam, clouds and red;
Yue Ying 'er had already melted, and there were many paths ahead.
The way I came was lost, and I looked back empty-handed.
The figure in the moonlight was walking and singing, and the tone was reminiscent of a mottled ancient painting. He wore a blood-red wide-sleeved kimono embroidered with large flowers of the amaryllis family, also known as Manjusaka. The flowers were as red as fresh blood, complementing the man's white skin. The singer of this woman's song was actually a man, but when he danced, his waist was like a bundle of silk, and his shoulders were stiff, making people completely forget his gender. This was a pure Japanese Kabuki, but the song was a Chinese theme," Yang Guifei," so the lyrics were all in Chinese. The famous Japanese kabuki artist, Tamasaburo Sakado, performed the play for the first time. In the play, Tamasaburo Sakado played the role of Yang Guifei.
Unlike what most foreigners thought, only men could perform in real Kabuki, and the men who played women in Kabuki were called female figures. This art created by the witch of Izumo Nation, Okuni, was originally performed by women. During the Edo period, the " Yūno Kabuki " was accompanied by prostitution. Later, the " Wakasho Kabuki ", where young boys played the female roles, was accompanied by homosexual love. It was not until the birth of " Yuro Kabuki " that it truly became an art. From then on, only adult men could perform. Women spend their whole lives observing, studying, and imitating women. They understand the beauty of women better than women, just as some people who look at paintings can understand paintings better than artists. They didn't need to rely on beauty, just their singing and gestures could mesmerize all living beings.
Sakurai Xiaomu was one of the living beings. Every time she saw this man sing and dance with his white face, she couldn't bear to interrupt him. In the eyes of the casino's customers, Sakurai Xiaomu was a rare beauty, but in front of this man, Sakurai Xiaomu felt that her beauty was as thin as the dust on the leaves, because this man was more beautiful and graceful than her. In front of such a man, women were simply unnecessary creatures.
The man sighed softly and sat cross-legged, slowly closing the white paper fan in his hand. The spring peaches fell from his hair. His long hair hung loosely like a black waterfall.
Sakurai Xiaomu did not say anything for a long time, so he knew that the contents of the folder were extremely urgent.
"What a wonderful night. Wine, beauties, gold, and corruption. It was as rich as wine. I could smell the smell of debauchery.”the man said softly.
The voices downstairs were like steam rising from boiling water. They poured in through the open windows, carrying the fragrance of women and the smell of men. It was like a tide.
Sakurai Xiaomu kneeled behind the man and massaged his shoulders.""Something happened. The test subject died on the train from Tokyo to Hokkaido and was killed by the Executive Bureau.”
"I told Akira Sakurai that Hokkaido was a good place to bury himself, and he really went…Akira Sakurai was your half-brother. He died, but I don't see any sadness on your face.”
"Since he has made his choice, he has to accept the result. At least he was once free and didn't need my pity.”
"What a pity for such a good test subject. The medicine Takashi Koyama made is still not reliable. It's useless to keep that pervert alive. Kill him as a sacrifice to your brother.”
"Understood." Sakurai Akira said," If you still need a test subject, since Sakurai Akira and I are half-brothers, our bloodlines must be similar.”
"Woman, don't be in a hurry to leave me." The man whispered," I'm not tired of you yet.”
There was a musical rhythm to his words, but it also sounded like he was talking in his sleep. Sakurai Xiaomu did not dare to say anything more. She only massaged the man's shoulders harder. In order to please this man, Sakurai Xiaomu had specially gone to Thailand to learn massage techniques. The teacher who taught her massage was an old man who was proficient in acupuncture points. He massaged customers in a nightclub in Pattaya. His tongue looked like a lizard, and his eyes when he looked at women were lewd like a leopard dog in heat. However, he had a pair of god-given hands. He invited the female guests to the stage at the cost of 10,000 baht. As long as the female guests were willing to let him massage their shoulders and backs for a few minutes, they would receive a reward of 10,000 baht. The women who detested him felt as if they had lost their weight in his god-given hands, like floating clouds in the clouds. They fell asleep in extreme relaxation. At this time, the old masseuse would kiss the female guests 'cheeks and necks, and in front of the male guests, he would make all kinds of obscene movements in front of the women who fell into the trap. Ten minutes later, he would ring the bell to wake up the female guests, but the female guests would thank him in surprise, saying that they had never slept so comfortably and that their fatigue had disappeared.
Sakurai Xiaomu had used herself as a wager to learn the old man's skills. Initially, the old man had demonstrated it on Sakurai Xiaomu, and Sakurai Xiaomu would always fall asleep uncontrollably. When she woke up, she would find that there was a purple-red mark on her body. Sakurai Koguryo did not panic or complain. Instead, he served his teacher even more attentively. When it was her turn to give the old man a massage, the old man would always laugh out loud, as if Sakurai was tickling him. Just like that, through constant contact and constant experimentation, Sakurai Obuki was able to imitate the hands bestowed by the gods more and more. Finally, there was one time when the old man fell asleep after she massaged him. Sakurai Muraki then snapped the old man's neck…The old man paid the price for molesting Sakurai Muraki with his life. He never knew who he had offended.
Now, Sakurai Xiaomu had a hand that could hypnotize anyone, but she could not hypnotize this man. She could only make him relax slightly and no longer tense up like a bow.
The man picked up the liquor beside him and drank it all. Then, he wrapped his arms around Sakurai's neck and kissed her lips. Sakurai Xiaomu subconsciously straightened her body to meet him. The man's kiss was as fierce as a beast. Every time he kissed her, it was so sudden, like a storm, like a wolf biting off its prey's throat and sucking its blood. However, under such a fierce kiss, Sakurai's body became weak and her mind became hazy, as if she had fallen into the clouds. He held Sakurai's petite body tightly in his arms and buried his head in Sakurai's chest. After a long silence, he let go of her. Sakurai Xiaomu tidied up her dress and knelt respectfully at the side.
"You're tired." The man said in a low voice," Just as tired as me.”
Sakurai did not answer. Indeed, for the sake of the Bliss House's business, she had almost never slept or rested. If it weren't for the support of the dragon blood, she would have collapsed long ago. However, she had no complaints about this. She was very happy to be able to sit in such a position. The Bliss Hall was a major strategy for the organization to target the Eight Families of Snake Branch. It would completely reshuffle the gambling industry controlled by the underworld. Her status in the "group of ghosts" would rise steadily because of the success of Bliss Hall. Only then could she continue to stay by this man's side. In her eyes, this man was like the entire world, but this man was not anyone to her. Sakurai Xiaomu had seen him kiss other women and had been kissed by him before, but his kisses never seemed to be for love, but only for desire and demand. Dragon Clan 3: The Black Moon Tide (1)(Single Volume) Chapter 8: The Blissful Heavenly Capital, in the mountains outside Osaka, the Blissful Hall.
It was a large house in the mountains. In front of the house was a mountain stream and an exquisite bridge. Beautiful girls in kimonos welcomed guests by the bridge. Samba dancers waving flamingo feathers shook their breasts as they stepped on the drums. Waitresses in Indian headscarves came and went to carry the luggage of the guests. In the chilly spring, a man got out of the car and hugged an enchanting woman in fur. The women's high heels hit the stone slabs. They tried their best to walk gracefully, and their hips and thighs under their tight skirts were very tight.
There were men in suits wandering around the house. They had their arms open, revealing the handles of their guns. They were heavy tactical pistols produced by Israel's " HH Precise Company." They used large-caliber magnum bullets that could even penetrate police bulletproof vests. However, the distinguished guests did not feel uneasy. As long as they did not violate the rules here, they were absolutely safe. These men were protecting them. However, if someone caused trouble in the Bliss Hall, these men would quickly become ferocious beasts.
The Bliss Hall was a big casino that had only opened in the past two months. Although it was called a big casino, it could not accommodate many gamblers. It was less than half of the other casinos. There was no limit to the amount of money they could bring here, so the gamblers could bring ten times more money than other casinos. Gamblers all knew that Bliss Hall had underworld connections, but it was normal for casinos to have connections with the underworld. The casinos they used to frequent also had underworld connections. The difference between Bliss Hall and other casinos was that it was known to satisfy all kinds of wishes of gamblers. The winning customers would be respectfully invited to the VIP room, served with old wine, and accompanied by a young and beautiful female manager. After they were slightly drunk, they would ask the customers if they had any wishes. Any exaggerated wish could be mentioned, such as spending the night with the female lead of a popular Japanese drama or having dinner with the Prime Minister. Of course, the guests could also ask to have dinner with a popular female star or spend the night with the prime minister…These wishes were still decent. The unspeakable wishes, such as wanting to buy a young virgin from Thailand to increase their luck, or even causing the family of their business rival to be destroyed…As long as the guests won enough money and wished to transfer the money to the wish fund set up by the Bliss Hall, they could get what they wanted.
No casino in Tokyo dared to be so arrogant, even if they were close to the underworld. The illegal industry also had its own rules. For example, in the custom industry, young girls who volunteered to accompany old men to drink were not controlled by anyone. As long as they paid a certain percentage of protection fees to the local underworld, it would be fine. However, if a female high school student was forced to sell her body, people would ask, and the result might be that the person who forced her to lose one or two fingers. One had to abide by the rules even if they were in the underworld. Japan was a place where rules and traditions were respected. No one dared to cross the line, as crossing the line might kill them. However, the Bliss Hall was a place without rules. The winner spoke here, and the desires of the guests could be satisfied to the greatest extent. As long as you took out enough money from the winnings, you could fulfill all kinds of immoral, dirty, illegal, and even bloody wishes. No one would pursue it, and all the risks would be borne by the Bliss Hall. Bliss Hall was a place where people could do whatever they wanted and there was no law. There was no law, no rules, and only money spoke here.
The guests who were slightly related to the Japanese underworld were full of awe of the Bliss Hall. This casino was like a demon flower that bloomed in the mountains of Osaka. It went against the season and never withered. It was like the legendary red lotus that destroyed the world.
However, those who came to the Bliss Hall for a physical examination could not resist the charm of this demonic flower. They drove from all directions with boxes of cash as if they were possessed to gamble. Because only gamblers who won big money could make their wishes, it was very rare to have a small bet in the Bliss Hall. Regardless of whether the gamblers won or lost, everyone pushed out more chips with ferocious expressions. Everyone was looking forward to seeing the alluring female manager kneeling at the side and inviting him to the VIP room for a drink when the chips in front of them piled up into a mountain. The back of this lucky guest would be stared at with envy and even jealousy by all the gamblers until the door of the VIP room closed. High-stakes gamblers were all worth billions of yen. Their purpose of spending thousands of dollars on the gambling table was definitely not to win a few small money to buy alcohol. Their companies were making huge profits for them every minute and second. What they wanted was the thrill of winning consecutive battles. Their desire increased with the stakes, like the Tower of Babel in the Bible... and finally their wishes were satisfied. The Bliss Hall keenly grasped the psychology of the high gamblers and made itself a fairyland to realize their dreams.
Hideki Shinaka pushed open the heavy carved copper door with his bandaged hand, and his field of vision instantly widened.
The sound of small steel balls pouring out of the Pachinko machine filled the entire space. The roulette machine was rolling, the dice were jumping in the voodoo, the dealers were playing Pai Gow, and the girls were cheering loudly... Every sound here made people's blood boil. In contrast, the beautiful dealers were wearing black suits from the waist up. When they walked around the gambling table, they would see that they were wearing bunny outfits with black fishnet stockings wrapped around their thighs and a white rabbit tail. The waitresses were wearing bright red swimsuits, revealing half of their voluptuous breasts. They were wearing high heels and fish-mouth shoes, swaying their seductive waists as they walked past, giving charming gazes to every man who looked at them.
Half of the hall was the Pachinko area, and the other half was a variety of gambling tables. Pachinko was a gambling game for all ages in Japan. With a few coins, you could play it. The people sitting in front of Pachinko were all girls. They were drinking Coke and stuffing marbles. They were all so beautiful that they could be on the cover of a magazine. Some were young and tender, wearing school uniforms and white stockings. Some were cold and enchanting, wearing red heels and cheongsams with high slits. There were also a few who had explosive figures and wore see-through evening gowns. Brother Bai Qing was invited by Bliss Hall to play games with the guests because Brother Bai Qing's voice would make the casino lively. If a guest wanted to take one of the girls out for a drink, the girls would gladly agree.
When Hideki Shinaka first came here, he was shocked by the extreme luxury of this world and subconsciously wanted to escape. Every inch of the space was so tempting. It was either the dark red Italian marble floor, the crystal clear red crystal glass wall, or the beautiful skin of the girls. He felt that he would be trapped in this maze if he took another step. But today, he did not look at these luxurious and tempting things. His eyes were only on the bright red glass door of the VIP room. He staggered toward it because he had not eaten for a few days.
The sound of high heels clattered behind him. The young and beautiful female manager held his arm."Mr. Zhenzhong, we've been waiting for you. Tonight is a wonderful moment for you to fulfill your wish.”
The female manager was wearing a tight black suit and skirt. Her hair was high, making her look slim and beautiful. It was hard to imagine that such a young girl had already climbed to the position of casino manager. Her beauty was far better than those revealing dealers and waitresses, but she deliberately dressed conservatively. Hideki Shinaka remembered that this woman was called Sakurai Akira. That day, it was as if the goddess of luck was standing behind him. He was invincible on the Texas hold 'em table, defeating his opponent with a mere seven million chips. In the end, the chips in front of him piled up into a small mountain, exceeding 1.2 billion. At this moment, he smelled a quiet fragrance. The girl's warm body was gently pressed against his leg. The female manager in black was half-kneeling on the ground."Can I invite you to the VIP room? I'm the manager here, Sakurai Akira. You can call me Akira.”
Unlike the other lucky guests who excitedly hugged the female manager and kissed her, Hideki Shinaka collapsed on the chair after hearing this. He did not stand up for a long time, and his tears were like a downpour.
Shinaka Hideki was thirty-nine years old. His family owned a plastic factory that processed disposable tableware. With his wealth, he was not qualified to come to the Bliss Hall to gamble. Other than running the plastic factory, all he wanted to do was to use the money saved at home to do something else and have a child with his wife. His wife was only twenty-eight years old. She was quite good-looking and was a popular B-list celebrity. She had dated a few wealthy boyfriends but failed to get married. In the end, she married a small business owner like Shinaka Hideki. Hideki Shinaka doted on his young wife very much and often went out to play cards with her. His wife had lived in Tokyo for a long time and knew some powerful friends. Among these people, there was a young scion who said that with Hideki Shinaka's wealth, it was not enough to invest in a big project. He might as well use his ancestral mountain as collateral and borrow a sum of money to invest together. This way, his friends in the circle would be willing to bring Hideki Shinaka along to play. Hideki Shinaka hesitated. The plastic factory was on that mountain, and the cemetery of his hometown was also there. If he couldn't get it back, he would be the sinner of his family. But his wife said that she was pregnant, and the profits of the plastic factory were getting meager year by year. In order for the child to develop in Tokyo in the future, Hideki should make up his mind. Hideki, who was immersed in happiness, went to the financial firm recommended by the son of the aristocratic family to mortgage the mountain. He invested all the money he got into the big project recommended by the son of the aristocratic family.
The truth was revealed because Hideki's childhood friend saw his female celebrity wife and the son of a wealthy family holding hands in a love hotel in Tokyo. The news that followed was that the project that Hideki invested in had gone bankrupt, and the operator had fled with the money. The investor could not get back a single cent of the money. While Hideki was still questioning his wife about her relationship with the scion of the aristocratic family, the financial firm began to urge Hideki to repay the loan. Otherwise, they would take away his mountain. At this time, Hideki discovered that the financial firm had a mafia background. Their original business was loan sharks. The dream collapsed. On the day his wife packed her clothes and left home, Yingshu received a divorce petition from the court. Yingshu was still begging his wife to consider the child, but his wife smiled and said,"Are you so sure that this child is yours?"
On the day the financial firm came to reclaim the land, Hideki's mother had a heart attack. When the ambulance passed by the family cemetery, the gang blew up the plastic factory that the Shinaka family had run for generations.
Hideki Shinaka knelt in front of his mother's spirit for three days. He went to the bank to withdraw the money his mother left him to open a small shop. He took the last seven million to the Bliss Hall. He wasn't a good gambler, but when people were in a desperate situation, they would risk everything to gamble on their only hope.
"This wish is a little big. Although your luck today is very good, 1.2 billion yen may not be enough.”In the VIP room, Sakurai Xiaomu finished listening to Hideki's words.
"How much more do you want? I can go out and gamble again!”Hideki wanted to kneel down and beg.
Sakurai Xiaomu took Hideki's hand and stroked his left ring finger, which still had a ring mark.""Add this finger, this finger is enough.”
Hideki shuddered and pulled his hand back."They're from the underworld, and you're from the underworld as well…You're not ganging up on me, are you?”
" The underworld is different from the underworld. Compared with the eight families who control the law of the underworld, maybe we 'ghosts' are more trustworthy?”Sakurai said with a smile. He turned around and left, leaving a short knife on the table.
If there was no one in this world to trust, most people would believe in ghosts, right? Hideki thought.
Sakurai Kazuki did not bring him to the VIP room with red crystal glass inlaid on the walls. Instead, he led him to the unobtrusive safety exit and went down the white-painted stairs.
Hideki Shinaka never thought that this casino would have such a deep basement. Apart from his and Sakurai's footsteps, he could not hear anyone else's voice. The huge exhaust fan slowly turned, blowing out a warm breeze. If it wasn't for Sakurai Xiaomu holding his hand and making him feel warm, Hideki felt that he wouldn't have the courage to go to the deepest level. The hidden path under the Bliss Hall seemed to lead straight to the netherworld.
"Miss Sakurai, is this Shinnaka-san?”A man in black finally appeared at the staircase.
The man was wearing black sunglasses in this dark place. Hideki looked at him nervously and felt a strange golden gaze from the depths of the sunglasses... For some reason, Hideki felt that it was the gaze of a cold-blooded animal.
"Room B431, Mr. Shinaka's wish is already there. Please follow me.”The man turned around and led Shinaka Hideki and Sakurai Obuki to the black iron door. He took out his magnetic card and swiped the lock.
This was a small house with four walls stuck to iron plates. Because it was underground, there were naturally no windows, only small ventilation holes. There were no furnishings in the hut. Four people were sitting on four chairs. Their arms were tied behind their backs and their heads were covered with sackcloth bags. They were all shivering and making muffled whimpering sounds. The man closed the iron door and took out the folder that he had prepared beforehand.
He opened the first sack and glanced at the photos in the folder."Fujita Jutaro, this is the president of the financial firm that provided you with the mortgage loan, an old man from the Triad. Please confirm."
"It's him." Hideki said hoarsely.
The man pulled out a gun with a silencer and pressed it against Fujita Shoutaro's forehead. With a " poof ", the body fell down along with the chair.
"Yamaguchi, he was the one who planned that real estate project, and you are his investor. He and your friend Hideki Akamatsu are in cahoots. Tomoshi Yamaguchi initiated the project, and Hideki Akamatsu persuaded the investors to join him. Then, Yamaguchi took the money and fled to East African countries that did not have any extraditing regulations with Japan. Akamatsu Hideki seemed to be a victim, but Yamaguchi would launder the money and transfer it to Akamatsu Hideki. Because there was no extraditing regulation, we sent someone to Africa to bring him back. There was an accident on the way and the goods were a little incomplete. Please forgive us.”The mutilated part that the man was referring to was that both of Yamaguchi's ears had been cut off. There was no bandaging, only yellow powder to stop the bleeding.
"Please confirm." The man pointed the gun between Yamaguchi's eyebrows.
Hideki nodded. Yamaguchi's head was knocked back by the bullet, and blood sprayed all the way to the roof.
"Hideki Akamatsu, your wife's good friend. He claims to be from an aristocratic family, but he's actually an underground boxer. His part-time job is to accompany rich women. He's always been your wife's lover, and he was the one who proposed the idea of cheating you of your family property. We have already forcefully induced labor for the baby in your wife's stomach according to your wishes. The DNA test results are indeed that of Akamatsu Hideki.”The man said," Please confirm."
Hideki stared at the man who was much younger and more handsome than him. He nodded slightly. Although he did not speak, his tears fell like rain. His face was as ferocious as a demon.
"As for your wife, we brought her to you as promised. You didn't insist on us getting rid of her, so we left her for you to deal with.”The man pointed at the trembling human figure on the last seat. Although her face was covered with a burlap bag, she was indeed a rare beauty from the curvy body under her white dress.
"If you don't want her to stay, don't worry. Cleaning up the mess is also included in our service. It's free. If you can't bear to part with her, we've reserved our best VIP suite for you upstairs. You can bring her to stay there for as long as you want until she changes her mind and falls in love with you. These are all free of charge.”Sakurai Xiaomu opened the mahogany box and took out the short knife that Hideki was familiar with. Three weeks ago, he used this knife to cut off his ring finger and left it in the Bliss Hall as part of the price.
"You're not left-handed. It should be very convenient for you to hold a saber with your right hand.”Sakurai Koguryo whispered into Hideki Shinaka's ear as he stuffed the unsheathed sword into Hideki's hand.
Hideki stood there in a daze, looking at the woman whom he was once so infatuated with that he could die for her. She was also the woman who caused his family to be destroyed. The expression on his face was ferocious and terrifying, and at the same time, he looked like a wronged child. Sakurai Xiaomu and the man in black left the house and locked the door. Hideki listened to the crisp sound of Sakurai Xiaomu's high heels gradually fade away. There was really only him and his wife left here. His mind was half red and half white. The red was the blood that his mother coughed up before she died, and the white was the " white and flawless " dress that his wife wore at the wedding.
"I really want to leave that Shinaka Hideki in that room.”The man whispered behind Sakurai.
"Don't attack the guests unless it's necessary! They are the goose that laid the golden eggs for us.”Sakurai Xiaomu's voice was stern.
"Yes, I will restrain myself. She just felt disgusted when she saw such a cowardly man. A woman had caused his family to be destroyed. He risked his life to take revenge on all his enemies, but he couldn't bear to part with the culprit. " Feelings don't exist from the beginning, so what we can't bear to part with is that woman's body," the man said." If it's that kind of man, after we leave, he will throw the knife and pounce on that woman, tear her clothes, and beg her to have sex, right?”
"No, he will kill that woman.”Sakurai smiled.
"Miss Sakurai, are you that confident?"
"He was still a cowardly man when he made his request to us, but now he has seen the beauty of power. He used to be like a servile slave in front of that woman, but when he realized that this woman had become a slave in front of him, and her life and death were in his hands, he no longer loved her.”Sakurai said lightly.
They took a few more steps, and the woman's dying wail caught up with them, echoing along the long corridor.
"Aiya, is Mr. Mitsui free to visit again? I still have to teach you tonight.”
"Mr. Shiroda is here too. The money we won from here last time wasn't enough to satisfy Mr. Shiroda, right? I see you brought a bigger money box today.”
"Prepare a double order of Shirakawa whiskey for Mr. Ichimura, and add a piece of ice.”
The moment she stepped out of the elevator and into the casino lobby, Sakurai Xiaomu became the center of attention. She jogged forward to greet all kinds of regular customers with a sweet smile on her face. This place was like the tavern she ran. She was the young and charming lady boss. Regular customers knew that if they had a good relationship with the lady boss, they might get special treatment. Moreover, Sakurai Otake was so graceful and lovely. The customers said that Sakurai Otake was like a iced sweet wine. You could never hate her, but you would gradually sink into her slightly iced sweet wine.
"There are many female celebrities coming from Tokyo to support us today. If the Sushi is good, Gokuraku Hall will help you fulfill your wish.”Sakurai Koguryo chuckled and whispered to the CEO of Mitsui Heavy Industries, Shigeru Masuda.
Masuda Shigeru stroked the back of Sakurai's hand."I'm not interested in female celebrities, but it's not easy to find a free time for the lady boss.”
"Me?" "Women like me work behind the scenes. How can I be qualified to be a VIP's wish?" Sakurai Koguryo smiled charmingly.”
"But I always have uncontrollable feelings for women in uniforms.”Masuda Shigeru had already drunk some wine and was much bolder than usual.
"Women like us can only rest after midnight. If Mr. Mashida isn't drunk by then, I'll treat Mr. Mashida to supper at 'Chimoto Sakura' on the second floor.”
"Miss Sakurai is as cunning as a red fox.”Masuda Shigeru tactfully let go of Sakurai's hand because the black clothed man behind him had veins popping out on his forehead.
In the Bliss House, other than the weird wish of " spending a good night with the Prime Minister ", there were a few wishes that no one dared to mention, including " spending a good night with Xiao Mu ". Everyone was guessing how such a young girl could control such an extravagant casino. Such a woman…must be worth a sky-high price, right? No one knew if he would receive an extremely high price after making this wish, or if he would disappear from this world forever.
"Miss Sakurai, there's an urgent message from the general.”The secretary walked through the crowd and handed a black document to Sakurai.
Sakurai only took a glance and suddenly stopped smiling. He politely bowed and apologized, then left the distinguished regulars and walked to the elevator in the middle of the hall with a door covered in gold foil. It was an elevator that could only be opened by swiping a card. Some people said that the elevator led to the most luxurious suite here, while others said that it led to the vault of the Bliss Hall. Some people said that it led to Sakurai's bedroom.
The elevator door opened and Sakurai Koguryo walked into the Japanese suite on the top floor of the Bliss Hall. She took off her high heels in the elevator and walked on the tatami without making a sound.
The floor of this top-class suite was covered with traditional tatami mats. The interior was separated by a simple white paper screen, and the windows were open to let in moonlight. Beside the white wooden screen, there was a small table with a white porcelain vase on it. In the vase was a spring peach blossom that had not yet bloomed. A transparent hand picked up the peach blossom from the vase. With one hand, she tied up her long hair, and with the other, she inserted the peach blossom into her hair as a hairpin, revealing her jade-like neck.
Tired ah tired ah hairpin as evidence, the emperor personally presented in the past;
Don't remember the amorous feelings, chat to repay him, a moment of grace met Long;
Return the hairpin to Linqiong, three thousand weak water beam, clouds and red;
Yue Ying 'er had already melted, and there were many paths ahead.
The way I came was lost, and I looked back empty-handed.
The figure in the moonlight was walking and singing, and the tone was reminiscent of a mottled ancient painting. He wore a blood-red wide-sleeved kimono embroidered with large flowers of the amaryllis family, also known as Manjusaka. The flowers were as red as fresh blood, complementing the man's white skin. The singer of this woman's song was actually a man, but when he danced, his waist was like a bundle of silk, and his shoulders were stiff, making people completely forget his gender. This was a pure Japanese Kabuki, but the song was a Chinese theme," Yang Guifei," so the lyrics were all in Chinese. The famous Japanese kabuki artist, Tamasaburo Sakado, performed the play for the first time. In the play, Tamasaburo Sakado played the role of Yang Guifei.
Unlike what most foreigners thought, only men could perform in real Kabuki, and the men who played women in Kabuki were called female figures. This art created by the witch of Izumo Nation, Okuni, was originally performed by women. During the Edo period, the " Yūno Kabuki " was accompanied by prostitution. Later, the " Wakasho Kabuki ", where young boys played the female roles, was accompanied by homosexual love. It was not until the birth of " Yuro Kabuki " that it truly became an art. From then on, only adult men could perform. Women spend their whole lives observing, studying, and imitating women. They understand the beauty of women better than women, just as some people who look at paintings can understand paintings better than artists. They didn't need to rely on beauty, just their singing and gestures could mesmerize all living beings.
Sakurai Xiaomu was one of the living beings. Every time she saw this man sing and dance with his white face, she couldn't bear to interrupt him. In the eyes of the casino's customers, Sakurai Xiaomu was a rare beauty, but in front of this man, Sakurai Xiaomu felt that her beauty was as thin as the dust on the leaves, because this man was more beautiful and graceful than her. In front of such a man, women were simply unnecessary creatures.
The man sighed softly and sat cross-legged, slowly closing the white paper fan in his hand. The spring peaches fell from his hair. His long hair hung loosely like a black waterfall.
Sakurai Xiaomu did not say anything for a long time, so he knew that the contents of the folder were extremely urgent.
"What a wonderful night. Wine, beauties, gold, and corruption. It was as rich as wine. I could smell the smell of debauchery.”the man said softly.
The voices downstairs were like steam rising from boiling water. They poured in through the open windows, carrying the fragrance of women and the smell of men. It was like a tide.
Sakurai Xiaomu kneeled behind the man and massaged his shoulders.""Something happened. The test subject died on the train from Tokyo to Hokkaido and was killed by the Executive Bureau.”
"I told Akira Sakurai that Hokkaido was a good place to bury himself, and he really went…Akira Sakurai was your half-brother. He died, but I don't see any sadness on your face.”
"Since he has made his choice, he has to accept the result. At least he was once free and didn't need my pity.”
"What a pity for such a good test subject. The medicine Takashi Koyama made is still not reliable. It's useless to keep that pervert alive. Kill him as a sacrifice to your brother.”
"Understood." Sakurai Akira said," If you still need a test subject, since Sakurai Akira and I are half-brothers, our bloodlines must be similar.”
"Woman, don't be in a hurry to leave me." The man whispered," I'm not tired of you yet.”
There was a musical rhythm to his words, but it also sounded like he was talking in his sleep. Sakurai Xiaomu did not dare to say anything more. She only massaged the man's shoulders harder. In order to please this man, Sakurai Xiaomu had specially gone to Thailand to learn massage techniques. The teacher who taught her massage was an old man who was proficient in acupuncture points. He massaged customers in a nightclub in Pattaya. His tongue looked like a lizard, and his eyes when he looked at women were lewd like a leopard dog in heat. However, he had a pair of god-given hands. He invited the female guests to the stage at the cost of 10,000 baht. As long as the female guests were willing to let him massage their shoulders and backs for a few minutes, they would receive a reward of 10,000 baht. The women who detested him felt as if they had lost their weight in his god-given hands, like floating clouds in the clouds. They fell asleep in extreme relaxation. At this time, the old masseuse would kiss the female guests 'cheeks and necks, and in front of the male guests, he would make all kinds of obscene movements in front of the women who fell into the trap. Ten minutes later, he would ring the bell to wake up the female guests, but the female guests would thank him in surprise, saying that they had never slept so comfortably and that their fatigue had disappeared.
Sakurai Xiaomu had used herself as a wager to learn the old man's skills. Initially, the old man had demonstrated it on Sakurai Xiaomu, and Sakurai Xiaomu would always fall asleep uncontrollably. When she woke up, she would find that there was a purple-red mark on her body. Sakurai Koguryo did not panic or complain. Instead, he served his teacher even more attentively. When it was her turn to give the old man a massage, the old man would always laugh out loud, as if Sakurai was tickling him. Just like that, through constant contact and constant experimentation, Sakurai Obuki was able to imitate the hands bestowed by the gods more and more. Finally, there was one time when the old man fell asleep after she massaged him. Sakurai Muraki then snapped the old man's neck…The old man paid the price for molesting Sakurai Muraki with his life. He never knew who he had offended.
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