I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2327 - 1478: What Should I Do? (Part 2)

A master's role, perhaps, is this!

Since Fujiwara Reiki remains here, she must be out of harm's way.

"The lady is within."

Just as anticipated.

Jiang Chen didn't overly scrutinize the individual and prepared to proceed inside with his companions.

"Only Mr. Jiang may enter."

Sakura interjected, her tone surprisingly steady, devoid of the agitation one might expect after a fierce confrontation.

"You all remain here."

Following a brief silence, Jiang Chen issued the command.

"Understood."

The Four Great Kings stayed behind, maintaining a vigilant watch.

As Jiang Chen walked through the courtyard, his gaze swept over Sakura.

For some inexplicable reason.

The particular makeup Sakura wore at this moment evoked a curious sense of familiarity in him.

"Creak!"

The sliding door was drawn open.

Before Jiang Chen could fully perceive the interior, a figure launched itself towards him, reminiscent of a swallow returning to its nest. Fortunately, a familiar, delicate fragrance prevented Jiang Chen from reacting instinctively.

More than mere perfume.

An aroma that could never be replicated.

It penetrated the skin, assimilated with the blood, and infiltrated the very soul.

"Jiang Sang!"

The enchantress flung herself into his arms, clutching his waist with an intensity that suggested a desire to merge into his very being.

Furthermore.

A tremor of residual fear accompanied her embrace.

With his back to the night, Jiang Chen couldn't discern her expression, yet he gently raised his hand, patting the soft back of the woman in his arms as if to offer solace.

"Where is everyone?"

"I don't know, Li Ji was too frightened!"

Fujiwara Reiki continued to shake her head, pressing closer into his embrace. The proximity allowed Jiang Chen to once again appreciate the contours of her exquisite form.

Certain pleasures, regardless of how frequently indulged, never lose their appeal.

Akin to a potent drug.

Once tasted, the addiction is permanent.

Ironically, having truly experienced her, Jiang Chen recognized that the most captivating aspect of this woman wasn't merely her outward appearance.

Ugh...

It is inappropriate to contemplate such matters in the current circumstances.

"What transpired?"

Jiang Chen maintained an unusual level of composure; perhaps this was the mark of a seasoned individual. A younger man might have immediately displayed overt concern and offered comfort.

"We had intended to return to the hotel, but we were intercepted en route. Sakura then brought me here to take shelter. Li Ji truly feared she wouldn't see Jiang Sang again!"

The alluring woman in his arms indeed appeared vulnerable, her words imbued with deep emotion, seemingly intended to stir his heart.

Jiang Chen remained silent, granting her space to express her feelings.

Fujiwara Reiki lifted her head, her captivating face revealing a paleness of lingering fear, mingled with a touch of delighted surprise. Such an expression, coupled with her acting abilities, could easily rival professional actresses.

"I knew Jiang Sang would undoubtedly arrive."

Jiang Chen lowered his gaze to meet hers.

"What is your payment to Sakura?"

"Huh?"

Fujiwara Reiki's eyelashes fluttered, lending an adorable air of confusion that only heightened her allure.

"Your 'death warriors' training is insufficient; they ought to incorporate acting lessons."

"What is Jiang Sang implying?"

Nestled in his arms, she looked up, her bewilderment expanding significantly.

After a moment of shared glances, Jiang Chen abruptly encircled her waist, disregarding her feigned protests, and sat down. He then placed the troublesome woman across his lap, face down, and without hesitation, raised his hand over her ample backside.

"Pop pop pop..."

The sound was both muffled and distinct.

Her hips swayed beneath his palm, each subsequent movement cresting before the next.

"You dare to jest about anything! Even making Sakura don such attire! Do you find it amusing?! Entertaining?!"

"Pop pop pop..."

It appeared as though he had long harbored this intention, unable to suppress it any longer, his hand moved with such rapid succession that it seemed to create afterimages.

It is widely understood that areas with more adipose tissue can withstand greater impact, mitigating the intensity of the pain. However, regardless of one's endowment, it cannot endure such relentless application.

Initially, Fujiwara Reiki might have perceived this as playful banter, enjoying the peculiar blend of pleasure and mild discomfort. Yet, as if two intersecting curves, the pain gradually began to eclipse the wondrous pleasure.

She was, after all, not Shi Qianxi.

"Sakura! Sakura!..."

She couldn't help but call out for assistance from outside.

Sakura promptly entered, only to witness her lady being spanked.

"Let's see anyone dare!"

Despite the arrival of their 'death warrior,' Jiang Chen did not restrain himself, exuding an air of profound arrogance.

Yet, strangely.

Sakura, whose primary directive was her lady's safety, simply stood by and observed, making no move to intervene.

This inaction was not born from intimidation by someone's overbearing presence.

It could only be as if driven to the edge of pleasure, Fujiwara Reiki had already given her instructions beforehand.

Fearsome death warriors are like unfeeling killing machines, but this does not imply a lack of emotional depth.

"It pains me~ it truly pains me~ Jiang Sang, please cease..."

Fujiwara Reiki implored, squirming and resisting on someone's lap, much like a beached mermaid; however, unbeknownst to her, this only served to elicit greater delight from her tormentor.

Unaffected, unyielding, and ceaselessly delivering swift slaps.

"Li Ji was in error, completely mistaken..."

At last.

It appears that females, akin to children, also require discipline!

Witnessing her confession of wrongdoing, Jiang Chen’s unremitting hand finally began to decelerate.

"What was mistaken?"

Fujiwara Reiki gasped for air, her countenance flushed a deep crimson, it was unclear whether from the sting or her labored breathing, radiating an alluring luminescence.

"Li Ji should not have fibbed, yet Li Ji genuinely wished only to see Jiang Sang... ah~"

Abruptly, another surprised cry erupted.

As it turned out, Jiang Chen delivered yet another firm slap upon the perfectly formed, lovely mounds.

Still fabricating justifications.

"Merely to see me, you resort to such means? Fabricating peril, exploiting the concern of others?"

"Li Ji acted thus because, knowing Jiang Sang would not wish to see Li Ji, I felt compelled to resort to this final measure."

She even had the audacity to voice a complaint first.

"Slap!"

Another resounding smack.

"Continue your falsehoods!"

"It is the truth! If Li Ji had simply called Jiang Sang to say I missed you, would Jiang Sang have been willing to visit Li Ji? Would you have?"

Jiang Chen remained silent, yet his hand did not falter.

"Slap!"

"Ah~ Jiang Sang feels remorse!"

"I have cautioned you on numerous occasions. You hold the position of Crown Princess; you must be mindful of the implications!"

Jiang Chen stated in a low tone, attempting to defend himself—or rather, to clarify.

"Implications? What implications? Does what Jiang Sang is currently doing to Li Ji somehow mitigate them?"

Jiang Chen found himself utterly speechless.

Merely observe the present tableau.

The sister of the Fujiwara Family's Clan Leader, the Co-Chairman of the Union, the prospective Princess... being spanked with such casualness, like a mere child, by a man.

If this were captured on camera, it would undoubtedly ignite a global outcry, sparking worldwide public opinion.

However, this was Fujiwara Reiki's private sanctuary.

Not a public establishment.

Outside in the courtyard, the Four Great Kings stood vigilant; within, Sakura maintained her watch. Beyond the immediate vicinity, not even a mosquito could easily penetrate.

The supposed assault was nothing more than a staged performance. No actual threats existed; Fujiwara Reiki had enlisted only two individuals to enact this charade, a true reflection of Japanese frugality—the only expenses being Sakura’s ninja attire and a pair of stockings.

Perhaps as a consequence of being rendered speechless and possessing weak arguments, Jiang Chen released his grip in a moment of silence.

Fujiwara Reiki, feeling released, swiftly dismounted his lap, bestowing upon him a glare laced with indignation. Her posterior throbbed with pain, necessitating Sakura's assistance just to stand upright.

"So agonizing..."

Even amidst her discomfort, the exquisite beauty's lament possessed an almost seductive quality.

The deceived Jiang Chen adopted a stern visage, "It is fortunate that you acknowledge the pain."

What recourse did he truly have?

Although tricked, it was, after all, a deception.

Ultimately, he was the paramour.

A false alarm is considerably preferable to a genuine calamity.

This is the sole perspective from which to view the situation.

"It’s all swollen!"

Fujiwara Reiki pouted, cradling her rear with one hand, seemingly oblivious to Sakura, who was supporting her.

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

Jiang Chen responded with palpable irritation, admitting that while he could manage Lan Peizhi, he consistently found himself outmaneuvered by this 'demoness'.

"But what if it gets wet?"

An innocent yet earnest voice suddenly interjected.

Jiang Chen's tone faltered, his mind went blank, and he instinctively looked up towards Sakura.

Indeed.

The formidable influence of this 'demoness' was undeniably apparent.

Even the composed death warrior began to lower her gaze subtly, a faint blush coloring her cheeks.