Maybe this is what it means to be a master!

Since she is still standing here, it means Fujiwara Reiki should be safe.

"The lady is inside."

And, as expected.

Jiang Chen did not scrutinize the other party too much and was about to walk inside with his people.

"Only Mr. Jiang is allowed to enter."

Sakura spoke up, and even her tone was quite calm, without the heaviness or disorder expected after a fierce battle.

"You stay here."

Jiang Chen was silent for a moment, then gave the order.

"Yes."

The Four Great Kings remained outside to keep watch.

Jiang Chen walked through the courtyard, glancing at Sakura as he passed by.

For some reason.

At this moment, Sakura’s makeup gave him a strange sense of familiarity.

"Creak!"

The sliding door was pulled open.

Before Jiang Chen could see inside the room, a figure flung itself at him like a swallow returning to its nest. Fortunately, the familiar fragrant breeze kept Jiang Chen from instinctively reacting.

Not ordinary perfume.

An irreplicable scent.

It could seep into one’s pores, merge with the blood, and erode the soul.

"Jiang Sang!"

The demoness threw herself into his embrace, holding his waist tightly, as if she wanted to meld herself into his body.

Furthermore.

It carried a tremor of lingering fear.

With his back to the night, Jiang Chen couldn’t see her face, but he still raised his hand and gently patted the soft back of the beauty in his arms as if to comfort her.

"Where is everyone?"

"I don’t know, Li Ji was too scared!"

Fujiwara Reiki continuously shook her head, still trying to snuggle further into his arms, the close pressure allowing Jiang Chen once again to feel her exquisite figure.

Some delicacies, no matter how often tasted, never grow tiresome.

Like a drug.

Once dabbled, forever addicted.

Ironically, because he truly tasted her, Jiang Chen understood that the most enchanting aspect of this body wasn’t its exterior.

Ugh...

It’s not appropriate to dwell on such things in this scenario.

"What happened?"

Jiang Chen remained overly calm; perhaps this was the essence of a mature man. If it were a young one, he would have been all concerned and consolatory right from the start.

"We initially planned to return to the hotel but were targeted on the way, so Sakura had to bring me here instead to hide. Li Ji was really scared she wouldn’t see Jiang Sang ever again!"

The enchanting beauty in his embrace was indeed pitiful, each word laden with deep emotion, trying to melt the heart.

Jiang Chen remained silent, giving her time to vent her emotions.

Fujiwara Reiki looked up, her mesmerizing face reflected a pallor of lingering fear mixed with a trace of sweet surprise. Such an expression and acting prowess could easily put many professional actresses to shame.

"I knew Jiang Sang would definitely come."

Jiang Chen lowered his head to meet her gaze.

"How much are you paying Sakura?"

"Huh?"

Fujiwara Reiki’s eyelashes fluttered, adding a touch of adorable confusion, even more mesmerizing.

"Your death warriors’ training isn’t comprehensive enough; they should add an acting class."

"What is Jiang Sang talking about?"

She lay in her man’s arms, looking up, her confusion intensified, from two parts to four.

After a moment of eye contact, Jiang Chen suddenly embraced her waist, ignoring her feigned screams, and sat down, laying the troublesome demon across his lap, face down. He raised his hand over her bountiful rear without mercy.

"Pop pop pop..."

The sound was both dull and crisp.

Her hips wobbled under his palm, one wave unsteady before the next rose.

"You dare joke about anything! Even making Sakura wear that! Do you think it’s fun? Entertaining?!"

"Pop pop pop..."

It seems he had long wanted to do this, unable to bear it any longer, his hand rose and fell so quickly it seemed to create an afterimage.

Everyone knows places with thicker fat endure more impact, the pain isn’t as intense, but no matter how well-endowed, it can’t withstand someone being so relentless.

Initially, Fujiwara Reiki might have found it a playful experience, enjoying the strange sensation of pleasure mixed with mild pain, but who knew as though two curves intersecting, the pain gradually overshadowed the wondrous pleasure.

She was not Shi Qianxi after all.

"Sakura! Sakura!..."

She couldn’t help but call for help outside.

Sakura rushed in immediately, witnessing the scene of her lady being spanked.

"I’d like to see anyone try!"

Their death warrior arrived, yet Jiang Chen did not restrain himself, remaining particularly arrogant.

But oddly.

Sakura, whose primary mission is her lady’s safety, merely stood there, watching, not moving at all.

It wasn’t because she was awed by someone’s domineering presence.

It could only be because tormented to the brink of ecstasy, Fujiwara Reiki had preemptively instructed her.

Death warriors are fearless, killing machines, but it doesn’t mean they lack emotional intelligence.

"It hurts~ it really hurts~ Jiang Sang, please stop..."

Fujiwara Reiki pleaded, writhing and struggling on someone’s lap, like a stranded mermaid, but unbeknownst to her, this had no effect whatsoever and instead brought the tormentor extra pleasure.

Unmoved, merciless, tirelessly spanking the enchanting waves.

"Li Ji was wrong, truly wrong..."

Finally.

It seems women, like children, also need education!

Seeing her admit fault, Jiang Chen’s relentless hand finally began to slow down.

"What was wrong?"

Fujiwara Reiki caught her breath, her face flushed red, uncertain if from pain or breathlessness, alluringly radiant.

"Li Ji shouldn’t have lied, but Li Ji really just wanted to see Jiang Sang... ah~"

Suddenly, another surprising yell.

As it turns out, Jiang Chen gave another spank on the pair of full, lovely mounds.

Still making excuses.

"Just to see me, you have to use this way? Fabricating danger, exploiting others’ concern?"

"Li Ji did this because knowing Jiang Sang didn’t want to see Li Ji, I had no choice but to take this last resort."

She even dared to complain first.

"Slap!"

Another one.

"Keep lying!"

"It’s true! If Li Ji called Jiang Sang saying she missed you, would Jiang Sang be willing to come see Li Ji? Would you?"

Jiang Chen stayed silent, but his hand didn’t stop.

"Slap!"

"Ah~ Jiang Sang feels guilty!"

"I’ve told you many times. You’re the Crown Princess, you need to be careful about the influence!"

Jiang Chen said in a low voice, defending himself—not really, explaining.

"Influence? What influence? Does what Jiang Sang is doing to Li Ji now make it better?"

Jiang Chen was rendered speechless.

Just look at the current scene.

The sister of the Fujiwara Family’s Clan Leader, the Co-Chairman of the Union, the future Princess... being casually spanked like a child by a man.

If captured on camera, it would surely cause worldwide uproar, igniting global public opinion trends!

But this was Fujiwara Reiki’s private residence.

Not a hotel.

Outside in the courtyard, the Four Great Kings were guarding; inside, Sakura was on lookout. Not to mention outsiders, even a mosquito couldn’t easily fly in.

The so-called attack was definitely a self-directed play, there were never any enemies; Fujiwara Reiki only used two people to rehearse a show, truly a testament to the thriftiness of Japanese tradition, the cost was only Sakura’s ninja suit and a pair of stockings.

Perhaps because of being at a loss for words and having weak arguments, Jiang Chen silently let go of his hold.

Fujiwara Reiki, relieved, quickly climbed off his lap, giving him a resentful glare. Her butt burning with pain, she needed Sakura’s support to even stand up properly.

"So painful..."

Even in pain, this exquisite beauty sounded like... a bedroom scene.

The duped Jiang Chen wore a stern expression, "It’s good that you know it hurts."

What else could he do?

Deceived as he was, it was a deception nonetheless.

After all, he was the lover.

A false alarm is always better than if something really happened.

This is the only way to look at it.

"It’s all swollen!"

Fujiwara Reiki sulked, covering her bum with one hand, apparently ignoring Sakura who was supporting her.

"If it’s swollen, apply some ointment!"

Jiang Chen replied irritably, even though he could handle Lan Peizhi, he always seemed to be on the back foot with this demoness.

"But what if it gets wet?"

An innocent yet earnest voice suddenly spoke.

Jiang Chen’s tone froze, his mind went numb, he looked up instinctively at Sakura.

Alright.

The prowess of this demoness was evident.

Even the cold death warrior was beginning to lower her head slightly, her cheeks flushed.