I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2271 - 1444: Seize the Day (2)

Naturally.

A method exists.

Have someone purchase a set of women's clothing and deliver it here.

However.

Does it truly matter?

If things remained pure, it wouldn't be an issue, yet the problem lies in the mischief inside the Imperial Palace and nearly getting spotted by Little Princess Ya Yi.

Should he actually request clothes from another, he wouldn't require their mockery to sense his own self-deception; Jiang Chen would already recognize his hypocrisy.

"Remember your status. Should word leak out, you'll endure criticism from all of Japanese society as the Crown Princess."

Jiang Chen stated gravely, serving both as a caution and a cautionary note.

Though the Japanese Royal Family has faded into mere decoration, it remains a sacred emblem for the Japanese populace.

This isn't merely dishonoring the Royals; it's dishonoring every Japanese individual.

Regardless of Fujiwara Reiki's influence, should such a scandal erupt, she would surely face nationwide outrage and ruin.

"I understand. That's precisely why I refuse to squander this final chance."

Fujiwara Reiki turned gradually, her gaze brimming with profound sentiment that overshadowed her revealing outfit.

For an instant, Jiang Chen struggled to separate fantasy from truth.

"Jiang Sang, could you grant Reiki this small wish?"

How to turn her down?

Why would he?

Even Jiang Chen, so stoic, fell silent.

Fujiwara Reiki approached leisurely, reached Jiang Chen's side, grasped his arm, her soft tone mesmerizing.

"Go bathe."

Jiang Chen clenched his lips, uttered no words, pivoted, and entered the bathroom.

Fujiwara Reiki observed his departure without following right away; the night stretched endlessly, no hurry required. She smiled sweetly, then moved toward the bed, reclined once more, propped her head, ready to peruse the book "Utopia" presented by a Kyoto pupil, when a sudden recollection struck.

With a faint swish, she rose from the bed.

Upon Jiang Chen's return from bathing, the sight mirrored his initial homecoming: the notorious seductress lounging on his bed, eyeing the "Utopia" from a Kyoto student, though now the ambiance felt calm and tranquil.

"Have some water to sober up."

Fujiwara Reiki beamed at him like a devoted spouse, disregarding her intimate lingerie.

Yet.

It changed nothing.

Attire in bed bears no tie to virtue.

Males often favor those alluring in private and proper in public.

His eyes drifted.

Beside the bed sat a glass of water, still and clear, undisturbed.

Jiang Chen toweled his hair dry, uncertain if that minor gesture stirred him, he paused there, unmoving.

Fujiwara Reiki ceased reading. "Worried I'll poison it?"

Truthfully,

Despite the loaded implication, it fostered a homely warmth right then.

Fujiwara Reiki rose, crept forward, grasped the glass, sipped first.

"Happy now?"

Jiang Chen harbored no needless fears; neither professionally nor personally did she have cause to harm him, not at this juncture anyway.

He kept toweling his hair, ignoring the water—not from thirst, simply that.

"Just tonight."

A trace of sorrow flickered in Fujiwara Reiki's eyes, followed by a gentle sigh. "Even if I wished, time might not allow it."

Clutching the glass, she lounged against the headboard. "Truly not drinking?"

Jiang Chen remained unmoved.

Fujiwara Reiki dropped the matter, set the glass aside, then elegantly scanned the man's form from head to toe.

His choice made, no shyness needed; post-bath, shirtless in shorts alone, his typically concealed build now revealed to Fujiwara Reiki—chiseled abs exuding potent masculinity...

Though not rivaling Daoist Sister Blood Guanyin's perfection, regular workouts paid off.

"Hiss—"

Fujiwara Reiki drew a soft breath, her tongue darting subtly over her lips, then patted the mattress. "Lord, joining me?"

Advance or hold back.

That was the dilemma.

Frankly.

This chamber, this bed, had hosted many women—Daoist Duanmu lately, Director Shi too—yet Jiang Chen always acted the gentleman, yielding his bed, opting for another room or the couch.

Tonight, though.

No call for gentlemanly restraint.

Still, he took his time.

Only after fully drying his hair with the towel—while the bed's occupant boldly eyed his fit body—did he near the bedside.

Fujiwara Reiki shifted promptly, clearing space, her cheeks flushed brighter than amid her drinks.

Not just males enjoy gazing at females.

Females reciprocate.

"Lord’s boxers look so sexy."

"..."

Jiang Chen, not yet seated, almost stumbled.

A temptress earns her title.

She uncovers fresh, unexpected perspectives no one else spots.

"Not as sexy as you."

It escaped him.

Pure fact, though.

"Really?"

Fujiwara Reiki's eyes gleamed as her hand rested on his firm, dependable shoulder—not overly muscled. Her extended nails grazed his skin, blending sharpness with tantalizing itch.

"So, Lord, do you like it?"

Denying pleasure wouldn't brand him false, but unmanly.

Thus, truth-averse Jiang Chen opted for quiet.

Warm breath grazed his back, hovering at his neck. "Then, should I wear it often for Lord in the future?"

Hadn't she claimed tonight alone?

Naturally.

Such moments demand ambiance-building, mutual solace over melancholy words.

Jiang Chen grasped this too, avoiding mood-killers, perching bed's edge back-turned, inquiring mildly, "Wedding date fixed?"

"Not yet, but Lord, rest easy—I’ll invite you when it is."

Invite for what?

To wish marital bliss and heirs?

Their bond's essence stayed crystal-clear to Jiang Chen, clear enough for calm acceptance of her royal betrothal, yet not for wedding attendance with cheers.

Males.

Bear innate weaknesses.

Or human nature's quirks.

"Save the invites; I’ll be unavailable."

"Date unset—how know you’re busy, Lord?"

One hand turned two, gripping both shoulders as soft warmth pressed his back.

"Lord, feeling jealous?"

Crimson lips skimmed his neck, nuzzled his earlobe, strands tumbling onto Jiang Chen, prickling itchily bit by bit, back's press intensifying.

"Lord, forget tomorrow. Tonight belongs to us."

Indeed.

Seize the present.

Jiang Chen rotated.

She knelt behind, that kingdom-toppling visage mere inches away.

"Lord, know this: you're my first man till now, and my sole one."

Poignant, stirring.

Yet.

What implication?

Till now?

Future unclear?

Futures defy control anyway.

"Kneel down."

Jiang Chen commanded flatly.

Fujiwara Reiki whimpered softly, teeth nipping her lip, then compliantly shifted, kneeling bed's heart.

Jiang Chen rose, loomed bedside, gaze downward, shadow engulfing the yielding Japanese enchantress.

"Raise it up."

Fujiwara Reiki's lithe frame quivered, head dipped low, lush locks veiling her face fully, yet obeying Jiang Chen's order.

"Squeak."

Bed bore added weight.

"Ah—"

Silence broke with a cry as Fujiwara Reiki, face plunged in sheets, jerked her head up, shock morphing to ecstasy. Stocking-clad toes tensed rigidly. Meanwhile, her eyes flicked to the nightstand's glass, water now swirling.

Zero regrets.

For.

No poison lurked; just plain boiled water.

Reunion's thrill eclipsed logic.

Wine had flowed for both.

However wild, certain acts demand gravity.

Fingers clawed sheets fiercely, arched back rippling. Japan's pinnacle beauty gnashed teeth, battling restraint.

Lights stayed lit.

Shadows merged under glow, evoking a racecourse, reins evolving from lace stockings to raven tresses.

Nightstand.

Water's waves swelled further.