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The king of the Japanese underworld, the boss of Tokyo after midnight, the rule-maker of the Tokyo underworld...
Is it impressive? It only sounds impressive.
In contemporary Japan, the Yakuza are considered a lowly profession, a last resort for those with no other options. While they are feared by ordinary citizens, they are never aspired to by them; otherwise, how could the Japanese Yakuza be so aging?
The Snake Clan can no longer secretly control the government and the country as they used to.
On the third floor of the attic, Kazama Ruri sat cross-legged in front of the door and window, most of her long, flowing hair cascading down her back, with a few strands draped over her chest and held in the hands of a girl.
The crimson courtesan's robes spread out naturally, their hems draped across the wooden floor, revealing the ukiyo-e prints embroidered on the magnificent garments in the moonlight.
Below the attic, black figures loomed, those were the "demons" directly under the command of Kazama Ruri.
It wasn't just Kazama Ruri and the Bando Alliance yakuza who drove into the first floor who headed to the nightclubs under the Sheqi Hachi family's control; these "demons" were all hiding in the shadows near the nightclubs.
With just a word from Kazama Ruri, they would storm into the nightclub and chop Genji into mincemeat, or chop the aces of Kassel into mincemeat.
Whether they can actually do it is another matter, but at least they have the courage and the mental preparation to do so.
But Kazama Ruri did nothing.
After having a drink with the aces of Kassel and giving Genjiro a good scolding, he leisurely left the nightclub and returned to his temporary residence in Chiyoda Ward, leaving the demons to retreat in disappointment.
Sakurai Kogure walked lightly up to the attic, knelt behind Kazama Ruri, and patiently combed Kazama Ruri's waist-length black hair with a wooden comb.
"Why retreat like this? Doing nothing, neither making deeper contact with the Messiah of Kassel nor taking action against Genjiro. You made so many preparations, was it just for a drink with the Messiah of Kassel?"
Sakurai Kogure lowered her head and asked cautiously, genuinely unable to understand what Kazama Ruri was thinking.
A few days ago, Kassel suffered heavy losses in a surprise attack by a powerful enemy suspected to be a humanoid sub-species or even a humanoid dragon king. The prince of Northern Qi fought bravely against the invading enemy, which shocked the world.
Soon after, spies hidden within the Hebi-Hachi family spread the word that Kassel intended to send students, led by the prince of Northern Qi, to Japan for a study tour.
From the moment the news was confirmed, Kazama Ruri became interested in the Northern Qi prince who was said to be able to fight against the humanoid dragon king. The demons directly under the "Dragon King" also took action, collecting all information about the Northern Qi prince and the rest of the travel group from various channels.
This led to the incredibly coincidental first meeting between Kazama Ruri and the Kassel trio at the nightclub. What was so accidental as to suggest a chance encounter? It was all premeditated.
Kazama Ruri has been planning for so long, she must be planning to do something, so why hasn't she done anything?
Kazama Ruri slightly raised her head, playing with a strand of hair in her hand as she gazed at the bright moon above the dark sky, recalling her initial intention and reason for approaching Gao Kui: she wanted to use Kassel, a sufficiently sharp demonic blade, to cut off the shackles on her body.
Strangely enough, Kazama Ruri is the "Dragon King" of the Demon Clan, the number two member, yet she harbors a deep hatred for the Demon Clan's number one member, the "King General."
Even before she left Shikato Town, the King first appeared in her life.
He gave her a bloodline refining potion that could enhance her bloodline and allow her to surpass her brother, Genjiro, making her grow into a hybrid even more outstanding than Genjiro.
It was also the king who lured out the demon in her heart, turning her into a murderous maniac who cruelly killed many girls in Shikatori Town, and finally "died" under the sword of Genjiro, who came to carry out the mission.
Genjiro is dead, and only Kazama Ruri remains.
She was unwilling to join the Fierce Ghosts and to carry out those bloody missions, but she could not defy the King, who was as majestic as a Buddha to her.
She had rebelled against the king countless times, but without exception, all of them were suppressed by the king with unfathomable methods.
Even now, although Kazama Ruri still hates the King to the bone, she has almost lost the courage to resist him and no longer dares to challenge that terrifying being who is like a god or a demon.
However, just because she can't do it doesn't mean others can't.
Perhaps the demonic sword from Kassel, from China, can remove the king general and sever the shackles binding her?
With this purpose in mind, Kazama Ruri came to the nightclub, intending to do something to test the Northern Qi prince's character and strength, in order to judge whether the Northern Qi prince was worthy of her trust.
When Kazama Ruri nestled against the Northern Qi prince, and their eyes met, she understood each other's gazes. She then overturned all her previous plans and abandoned the various conspiracies she had been brewing for so long.
Never before.
Even Tachibana Masamune, Genjiro, or anyone else had never gazed at her with that kind of look, nor had they ever shown her such pure love and care.
The prince of Northern Qi has a very good character; he is trustworthy, even to the point of being overly reliable.
As long as she says she's in trouble, as long as she says she needs to be saved, the other person will inevitably lend a helping hand, without hesitation or fear of consequences.
Such pure holiness and compassion made Kazama Ruri feel ashamed.
It's all you left now, and only you are still willing to love me.
Whether this love stems from pity or lust, its depth is undeniable, so please continue to love me and don't let the love I receive diminish even a little bit, okay?
She couldn't bear it, and she didn't want to drag the other person into the quagmire of the Snake Clan, the Demon Clan, and herself and the King. She didn't want the other person to suffer any loss or harm because of her, and she didn't want the other person to realize her initial "scheme and calculation" and see her most vulnerable and ugliest side.
Similarly, she didn't want to do anything unnecessary, as it would make her feel ashamed and guilty about that pure love.
In fairy tales, only princesses can be with princes. Even Cinderella has the virtues of wit, courage, and kindness, the beauty that her stepsisters and stepmothers envy, and the crystal shoes, gorgeous dress, and pumpkin carriage given to her by her fairy godmother.
What about yourself?
Kazama Ruri felt that she was just a mermaid, a mermaid from the sewers, suffering from a serious illness whose body had rotted and whose pus had spread all over her body, infested with maggots.
How could such a mermaid possibly be worthy of a prince?
Let the memory remain at that moment, then pick yourself up, climb out of the sewers, cure the serious illness that's weighing you down, remove the boils, and finally find the witch to use magic to turn your fishtail into long, slender legs, and return to the sunlight to become a princess even Disney acknowledges!
But this is something that cannot be discussed with anyone, including Sakurai Kogure, the third-ranking member of the Oni Clan.
She is a beautiful and interesting woman, but she is not trustworthy. No one in the Ghost Clan is trustworthy. In the end, the biggest enemy who prevents her from becoming a princess is the King General, who is the leader of the Ghost Clan.
"Do I need to explain to you what I'm supposed to do?" Kazama Ruri reprimanded Sakurai Kogure with a cold expression.
"I'm sorry, I was just concerned about you..."
Sakurai Kogure timidly let down Kazama Ruri's long hair, then suddenly lowered her head and sincerely apologized with a dogeza (a deep bow).
Kazama Ruri looked back at Sakurai Kogure, the third most powerful figure in the Oni Clan who was unapproachable in the eyes of others, but when serving her, he was trembling with fear, afraid of saying or doing something wrong that would make her dislike him.
Just like her mindset when facing the prince of Northern Qi after that kiss.
Her sharp gaze softened, and Kazama Ruri said softly, "Those people in Kassel are more troublesome than I expected. Provoking them could make the already chaotic situation in Japan even worse."
I underestimated them. Don't mess with the people of Kassel again, including you.
"Hay."
Sakurai Kogure kowtowed with trepidation.
Sensing that Kazama Ruri's attitude had softened, Sakurai Kogure mustered her courage, straightened her back, and knelt behind Kazama Ruri, massaging her shoulders and back through her gorgeous kimono.
Perhaps because Kazama Ruri was in a more relaxed state today, Sakurai Kogure felt that Kazama Ruri's shoulders and muscles were more supple than usual.
Is it because I often massage you that your muscles have relaxed?
Kogure Sakurai felt that she deserved some credit as well.
Just as Kazama Ruri harbored a certain longing for the prince of Northern Qi, Sakurai Kogure also harbored a certain longing and admiration for Kazama Ruri.
She had only recently joined the Oni Clan and hadn't had much contact with "Dragon King." But from the very first moment she saw him, Sakurai Kogure knew she had fallen in love with him.
She would do anything to please the other person.
Sakurai Kogure massaged Kazama Ruri's shoulders and back even more vigorously: "How do you feel about my massage technique?"
"Not bad," Kazama Ruri replied perfunctorily.
"I heard that in a nightclub in Pattaya, Thailand, there is a very magical masseur who claims to have hands given by God. Guests who are massaged by him will have a dreamlike feeling of losing weight and being on the cloud, and they can quickly relieve their fatigue and fall asleep peacefully."
I'd like to go to Thailand to learn massage techniques from that master. What do you think?
Sakurai Kogure asked eagerly, like a puppy lying on its back, longing for its owner's petting and praise.
"There's no need." Kazama Ruri's reply was still very perfunctory.
Kazama Ruri just wanted Sakurai Kogure to massage her shoulders and back, a few perfunctory touches would suffice. If Sakurai Kogure were to actually master a Thai massage, Kazama Ruri would become wary, as Thai massages are generally quite extensive.
Kazama Ruri dislikes having any physical contact beyond normal limits with anyone other than the princes of Northern Qi, not even with other women!
"Don't you really want to try it? That master masseur's technique is amazing, just like this..."
Sakurai Kogure had somehow gotten close to Kazama Ruri's back, her breath warm and hot against the back of Kazama Ruri's neck, while her hands, which had been massaging Kazama Ruri's shoulders and back, wandered off to other places...
Sakurai Kogure considered herself a charming woman, with a curvaceous figure, tall stature, and beautiful features. Theoretically, no man should be able to resist the allure of her body.
She had already massaged Kazama Ruri several times, and this time she planned to do something beyond the bounds. Even if she didn't receive any emotional response from Kazama Ruri, even if she was simply used as a tool by Kazama Ruri, Sakurai Kogure didn't care.
As long as I can help Kazama Ruri, as long as I am needed, that's enough.
Suddenly, Sakurai Kogure seemed to touch something, her whole body froze, her pupils contracted and then dilated abruptly, and she looked at Kazama Ruri in disbelief.
No way, how could this be?
The gorgeous blood-red courtesan's dress slipped off Kazama Ruri's fair shoulders. Moonlight spilled over, revealing the girl's flawless white body wrapped in layers of pale bandages, her breasts rising and falling slightly beneath them.
Sakurai Kogure's mind was completely in turmoil.
How could this be? The "Dragon King" I've longed for for so long, the one I love so deeply, is actually a woman?
That said, someone as beautiful as Kazama Ruri seems more likely to be a girl. It's just that Sakurai Kogure subconsciously feels that Kazama Ruri is male, since those who wear geisha costumes and play kabuki are usually men…
She never imagined that Kazama Ruri was an even more beautiful woman than herself.
Kazama Ruri pulled her slipped courtesan robe back onto her shoulder, straightened herself, stood up, and turned around. Her face was ashen, and her gentle eyes were filled with murderous intent, as if she were looking at a dead person.
If you're going to get a massage, why are you doing all that other stuff?
Even though Sakurai Kogure was a girl, and a very pretty one at that, Kazama Ruri still felt a sense of unease, as if her body had been bitten by insects.
"I...I thought you were..."
Sakurai Kogure, trembling with fear, ruled out the possibility that Kazama Ruri was a lesbian by observing her lifeless gaze.
She believed that no man could resist her charm, but the other party was neither a man nor a lesbian, but a girl with a beautiful figure and normal sexual orientation.
Ya Bai, how could I make such a basic mistake? The Dragon King is so beautiful, he must be a girl. How could I mistake him for a man? I'm going to be killed!
"There will be no next time. Now, get out of my room!"
Considering that Sakurai Kogure is the third-ranking member of the Oni Clan, harboring feelings of affection for her might offer some advantage, and also, given that they are both women...
Despite her discomfort, Kazama Ruri did not kill the other party.
"Hay."
Sakurai Kogure kowtowed again.
Chapter 124 Father and son talk at night
Genji Heavy Industries is the headquarters of the Snake-Head Eight Families and the residence of the heads of the Upper Three Families.