I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2329 - 1479: Value-Added Service (Part 2)

Fujiwara Reiki understood, not annoyed by the suspicion regarding family rules, but her eyes instead sparkled, "Does Young Master Jiang suspect we would cheat? Then Young Master Jiang can personally verify it."

There was no doubt about it.

That was precisely Jiang Chen's intention just now.

Who knew that Comrade Jiang Chen was indeed overly cautious, remaining unmoved, implementing the principle that "people outside my group must have different hearts," with a cold expression and a sneer, "Going to the hospital for repair surgery now to catch the event, shouldn't it cost less than 10,000 RMB?"

Fujiwara Reiki was momentarily stunned, then she erupted into uncontrollable laughter, her eyes narrowing, her body shaking with mirth.

"Hehehehe... Young Master Jiang, Young Master Jiang, you are truly too humorous."

This time, she likely wasn't acting.

Anyone would find it difficult to suppress their laughter.

One's comic talent is truly extraordinary, unaffected and unrestricted by the atmosphere.

Actually, it's not entirely a joke either.

The Guardian Sand can be faked, so why couldn't technology be employed in that area?

After laughing for a considerable while, this enchanting woman finally calmed down, no longer covering her stomach, she began rubbing it, still smiling charmingly, her words slightly jumbled, "Has Young Master Jiang been fooled before?"

Jiang Chen offered no reply.

"Young Master Jiang is quite correct. With modern medical techniques, a repair surgery is indeed very simple, but what Li Ji meant is for Young Master Jiang to truly feel it."

She emphasized the word "feel."

"Just like tasting a dish, the color and appearance can be modified, but the genuine taste cannot be faked."

Indeed.

That layer of evidence could be repaired, but whether one was a virgin or not, that layer wasn't the sole proof.

A mature woman and a virgin girl are fundamentally different, as any experienced man would recognize, let alone the battle-hardened Boss Jiang?

Needless to mention anything else.

Just speaking of this enchantress before him, who discusses such matters so openly and confidently.

The very first time was an experience of extreme innocence and tightness.

"Young Master Jiang, each of our Death Warriors is cultivated with immense time and wealth, making them incredibly precious. We would never resort to having them complete a mission in this manner unless absolutely unavoidable. Because Young Master Jiang must understand that while we can implant ideological seals, there is a force in this world capable of breaking faith, and that is romantic love."

As she spoke thus, Fujiwara Reiki's mouth curved into a wry smile, her gaze fell upon the man seated on the floor, her eyes appearing scattered and dazed.

"Li Ji herself is a typical example."

What exemplary performance.

The acting skills were nearly flawless.

All actors should be summoned to learn from this.

"Therefore, to ensure the absolute loyalty of the Death Warriors, if they are discovered to have lost their integrity privately, they will face the harshest punishment. Now, can Young Master Jiang be at ease?"

The explanation was quite thorough and impeccable.

Even the most critical individual would find no flaw to object to at this moment.

"I am not interested in how your Fujiwara Family controls the Death Warriors."

"Then is Young Master Jiang interested?"

Fujiwara Reiki inquired delicately, the arc of her lips barely perceptible, yet exuding a stunning allure.

"Li Ji forgot to bring a gift for Young Master Jiang this time to Kyoto, so Li Ji thought, why not offer Sakura to Young Master Jiang."

What magnanimity.

What broad-mindedness.

The customs of each country are indeed quite different.

While Shen Zhou engages in overt and covert struggles, observe Miss Fujiwara, directly entrusting her close Death Warrior.

No wonder the Japanese produce so many deviants.

In such an environment, if one isn't already a deviant, they would invariably be influenced and fall into perversion.

By chance.

Sakura returned.

It took such an extended period just to procure some Red Flower Oil?

An uninformed person might believe she journeyed to a distant pharmacy to purchase it.

It appears that in society, regardless of the profession, emotional intelligence is always indispensable.

Still looking disheveled.

She was seen through and didn't even bother to change her attire.

"For Young Master Jiang."

Sakura obediently presented a bottle of Red Flower Oil to him.

The recipient did not accept it; even while adhering to his principles, his perception of this Female Ninja inevitably shifted after Fujiwara Reiki's lengthy discourse.

"Why offer this to me?"

He directed the question at Fujiwara Reiki.

"It was Young Master Jiang who struck Li Ji, shouldn't Young Master Jiang be the one to apply the medicine?"

"If Young Master Jiang is unwilling to apply the medicine for Li Ji, then Li Ji might find it difficult to sit properly for the foreseeable future and may have to miss the upcoming three-border meetings."

Jiang Chen couldn't help but reflect on the other party's contribution once more.

What had the other party traveled all the way from Japan for?

Yes.

It was undeniably for the benefit of Japan and herself.

But she did solve his problem, in a practical sort of way.

Jiang Chen ultimately accepted the Red Flower Oil from Sakura’s hand.

"You go out first."

In an instant, he returned to his dignified superior demeanor.

Sakura exited the room and shut the sliding door, lingering beneath the eaves as she quietly took in the serene moonlight.

Inside the room.

Fujiwara Reiki bit her lip and settled back onto someone’s lap, her exquisite cloud brocade skirt being drawn upwards from the hem.

"Gently~"

Jiang Chen silently twisted the cap off the Red Flower Oil, poured a portion into his palm, and then calmly began to apply it along the two soft mounds.

Don’t question why only the skirt was lifted.

It’s because she was already wearing a thong, nestled deep within, making any further action unnecessary.

One must admit, the power of capital truly extracts every last drop from women; such minimal fabric might barely suffice for an eye mask.

Whether it was the effect of the Red Flower Oil or the warmth of the palm, Fujiwara Reiki, reclining on the leg and enjoying the ministrations, started to feel a pleasant warmth spread through her, her ears flushing a deep red.

Earlier, she had served someone in a Tokyo bubble bath house; now, the roles were reversed.

In contrast, someone’s technique was rather uninspired, lacking any hint of emotion, much like a technician driven by the sheer necessity of survival, merely clocking in to complete their assigned task.

"Slow down, hmmm~ go a little more towards the center..."

Fujiwara Reiki narrowed her eyes, directing remotely and imparting her experience, "You can use your fingers if you want, Jiang Sang, why not a little lower? Applying it evenly makes it more effective."

The intimate valley seemed to gently flow with moisture, richly adorned with foliage, awaiting those destined for discovery.

Boss Jiang remained unfazed, wordlessly pouring more Red Flower Oil into his palm.

"Jiang Sang~"

Fujiwara Reiki grumbled in a coquettish tone.

"Pa!"

Jiang Chen, unable to contain himself, delivered a light slap, "This is Shen Zhou, we only offer green massages here."

"Liar~"

Fujiwara Reiki immediately retorted, "Li Ji knows too; many establishments in Shen Zhou offer value-added services."

What a truly "value-added service."

Jiang Chen almost chuckled, then felt a touch of embarrassment. Compared to the frankness of the Japanese, in certain aspects, Shen Zhou was indeed less direct.

It was all due to differing cultural norms.

"I’ve never done that before."

The kneading technique unconsciously morphed into massage.

It wasn't intentional.

It was simply human nature.

Never mind Jiang Chen; even a devout monk, if faced with the same situation, would struggle to resist. Would you dare to try?

Guaranteed they would immediately renounce the world.

"When Jiang Sang was a part-time student at East University, didn’t you ever work at one of those places? I heard the pay is quite good. If Jiang Sang had worked in such a shop, you might have been able to support that female classmate of yours."

No wonder Teacher Xiang Tian, who taught as a foreign instructor at East University, knew so much about Jiang Chen’s college days.

Jiang Chen ceased his forceful approach, instead using his fingers to gently lift the thin fabric and release it, allowing its natural elasticity to snap back.

"Those places have specific hiring requirements."

Fujiwara Reiki’s eyes glittered seductively, her breathing quickening rhythmically as she bit her lower lip, her legs unintentionally brushing against each other. "Given Jiang Sang’s capabilities, you would more than suffice, perhaps even reaching the status of their top performer~"

The education is still not sufficient, ah.

Outside the room.

Beneath the eaves.

Sakura, clad in her tattered garments, heard unsettling sounds gradually emerge from the quiet room, growing louder with unrestrained intensity, high-pitched and clear. Fortunately, they were too distant for the Kings outside the courtyard to discern.

They had initially gathered here expecting an intense confrontation tonight.

"Sakura! Sakura! Come in!"

An abrupt summons came from within the room.

A fleeting emotion crossed Sakura’s gaze, vanishing as quickly as it appeared. She then turned, quietly slid open the door, and entered.

Subsequently.

The sliding door closed once more.