Only I Have the Law: Tokyo Fantasy Daily Life

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Her long, wavy hair cascaded over her shoulders, and her fingernails and bare toenails were painted a vibrant red.

She was wearing a flesh-colored backless jumpsuit, which was extremely short and tight-fitting, with the hem just covering her pert buttocks.

The fabric on the upper body was even more minimal, with large swathes of snow-white skin exposed to the air on the sides, outlining a breathtaking curve.

Chizuru Tsukishima leaned back, beckoning Aozawa with her slender right index finger, her voice laced with a languid allure as she said, "Come here~ help me put on my stockings~"

Why didn't you practice yoga today?

Qingze closed the door behind him, walked over, put his briefcase down, took out a prepared lunchbox and placed it on the table, and then picked up the pair of shiny black stockings.

Chizuru Tsukishima smiled knowingly and said, "Today, I don't need those fancy moves."

As she spoke, she stretched her right foot forward.

Qingze grasped her slender ankle, its skin smooth and warm to the touch.

He slowly and deliberately slipped the sheer black stockings up her delicate toes, one by one. The stockings smoothly covered her calves, knees, and thighs, their length perfectly matching the bottom edge of her flesh-colored bodysuit, without a single bit of excess.

Chizuru Tsukishima then switched to her left leg, allowing Aozawa to do the same.

At the same time, she reached out and opened the lunchbox.

She ate much faster than usual today, as if she was in a hurry.

Because the upcoming "exercise" might take a lot of time, she didn't want to delay too long and affect Qingze's subsequent classes.

Qingze watched her eat rather hastily and couldn't help but complain, "Eat slowly, no one's going to take it from you."

Upon hearing this, Chizuru Tsukishima rolled her eyes at him in annoyance.

If this person knew what she was going to do next, she'd probably be eager for her to eat even faster.

Chizuru Tsukishima thought to herself as she hurriedly swallowed the last bite of her food.

Seeing Qingze still admiring her feet in stockings with great interest, she couldn't help but give him a light kick with her toe and urge him, "What are you standing there for?"

Take it off!

Upon hearing her words, Qingze immediately understood and quickly got up.

He wasn't wearing a formal suit today, so there was no need to unbuckle his belt; he could simply pull it gently...

He instinctively wanted to sit down.

Chizuru Tsukishima rolled her eyes at him again, her tone carrying a hint of command: "Stand still! Today we're playing differently."

Qingze readily straightened up, a hint of curiosity rising in his heart, wanting to see what new tricks she was going to play today.

Chizuru Tsukishima braced herself against the back of the sofa, stood up, and then placed her feet on the soft sofa cushions.

She stepped forward, wrapped her arms around Qingze's neck, and pressed her upper body tightly against his chest.

Then, she suddenly exerted force from her core, and her entire body was lifted into the air.

Those long, beautiful legs, clad in glossy black stockings, lifted up smoothly and deftly hooked behind the knees, in the area known as the "popliteal fossa."

If an average person's legs are not plump enough in this area, they will appear bony and even somewhat uncomfortable.

But Chizuru Tsukishima's legs are practically perfect.

Full of flesh, yet without an ounce of excess fat, with smooth and elastic lines.

Just like the finest layer of pork belly in a carefully prepared braised pork belly with preserved mustard greens, it looks oily and shiny, but it will never give anyone a greasy feeling.

On the contrary, it will only make your mouth water and make you wish you could taste its wonderful flavor immediately.

The following actions...

Afterwards, Qingze was in high spirits and showed no signs of fatigue.

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But Chizuru Tsukishima did not give him another chance to fight.

She understands human nature well; what one has not yet fully obtained is always the most attractive.

Once you have it completely, if you don't keep setting new "bait," that initial enthusiasm will quietly fade away over time.

This is why many couples can no longer find the excitement and passion they had when they were in love after marriage.

In Tsukishima Chizuru's view, relationships are like delicate flowers that need to be carefully nurtured and maintained with harmless "little tricks".

Playing these elaborate tricks will not tarnish the purity of feelings; on the contrary, it is the secret to maintaining their longevity and vitality.

Only in this way can we ensure that even decades later, the same passion will still burn in both of our eyes.

Chizuru Tsukishima wrapped her arms around Aozawa's neck like water snakes, and her long legs deftly lifted, easily over his shoulders.

Then, she slowly lowered her legs and landed firmly on the soft sofa cushions, without any weakness or trembling in her legs.

The benefits of consistent physical exercise are now clearly evident.

For an ordinary person, their legs might cramp up.

But she's fine.

Chizuru Tsukishima bent down.

Qingze thought she would go and get the tissues on the table to clean up the mess.

However, she opened her small mouth.

"hiss--!"

Qingze's body trembled violently. Before he could savor the feeling, the warm embrace vanished in an instant.

He subconsciously looked down and met Tsukishima Chizuru's slightly upturned face.

Those alluring phoenix eyes shimmered with a captivating charm, as if they held a thousand emotions within them, and carried a hint of sly triumph, as if to say, "It's so fun to be a little mischievous."

What a troublesome little devil...

Qingze sighed helplessly to himself.

Chizuru Tsukishima's lips curled into a smug smile before she calmly pulled out a few tissues and elegantly wiped her face.

He then straightened up and asked with a smile, "Alright, is everything alright now?"

Teacher Qingze~

"Well...that's pretty much it."

Qingze took a deep breath to calm his agitated blood, picked up the briefcase beside him, and turned to leave the principal's office.

As she watched the door close gently, Chizuru Tsukishima's charming smile faded slightly. She lightly jumped off the sofa and gracefully walked into the ensuite bathroom.

She turned on the tap, stuck out her foot, and clear water gushed down.

Then, she pulled the soaking wet black stockings down her legs.

Immediately afterwards, she reached behind her and found the delicate knot, then gently pulled it.

The entire bodysuit instantly lost its restraint and slid forward along the smooth skin.

Chizuru Tsukishima took it off, and her fingertips could clearly feel that a certain part of the fabric was completely dry.

What an ordeal...

She thought to herself that behind her feigned composure was an equally surging and unbearable emotion.

She squatted down, turned the tap on full blast, and cupped the cool tap water in her hands, intending only to clean herself quickly.

However, she couldn't resist in the end.

Ten toes, painted with nail polish, suddenly curled and clenched on the floor, the insteps stretching into a beautiful arc.

Her chest trembled slightly.

Then, an uncontrollable relaxation washed over my entire body.

The water on the ground suddenly became even more abundant, making it impossible to distinguish which parts were tap water.

Chizuru Tsukishima let out a satisfied sigh, as if she had unloaded all her burdens.

She washed her hands again, turned off the tap, and walked out of the bathroom with a lazy gait.

She dried herself off with a clean tissue, then took out her spare formal attire from her handbag.

From underwear to shirts, and then to suit skirts, she put them back on in an orderly fashion, restoring herself to the dignified and capable appearance of the female principal.

Finally, she leaned back lazily into the large office chair, lightly tapped her toes, and made the chair slowly turn to face the huge floor-to-ceiling window.

Through the bright glass, she gazed at the towering skyscrapers in the distance, her mind replaying Qingze's lingering reaction from earlier.

A captivating smile slowly bloomed on her lips.

Now, won't I make you a cuckold?

……

Fifth floor, faculty and staff room.

Qingze sat at his desk, preparing for his morning classes.

A sound came from afar, growing louder as it approached; it was the sound of students greeting other teachers.

He turned his head at the sound and immediately saw the very conspicuous green label in the crowd: [Saintess of Light].

Under the tag is the girl with black hair covering her ears and a calm demeanor, Maeda Yuuki.

She was clutching a notebook tightly in her arms as she walked towards him.

In those clear, black and white eyes, there was a subtle tension that was hard to detect, like a student preparing to be assessed by a teacher, both expectant and apprehensive.

She finally walked to Qingze's desk, stopped, and bowed respectfully, saying, "Good morning, teacher."

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"Well, let me see."

Qingze took the notebook she handed him, and could still feel the slight warmth of the girl on the paper.

He opened it and began to read it carefully.

To be fair, the revised paragraphs do offer a much smoother reading experience than the previous version.