I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2330 - 1480: Intertwined Branches (First Update)

Jiang Chen, a man always bound by rules and propriety, found himself swept along by some demonic influence, leading him to commit numerous absurd acts. He had previously cultivated in various locations, but always alone.

Tonight, however, that personal boundary was breached once more.

Yet, isn't a so-called boundary meant to be crossed, like a record broken?

Jiang Chen might not have frequented such establishments offering 'value-added services' within the country, but he had accompanied Luo Peng to Lan Peizhi’s Qinyuan to enjoy performances.

Qinyuan caters to individuals of distinguished status and nobility, where the young women, akin to Xia Wanqing, possess talents in singing, instrumental music, and more, creating an atmosphere of refined elegance far removed from vulgarity.

Thus.

While Boss Jiang lacked knowledge of the specific 'value-added services', Fujiwara Reiki, whom he formerly knew as Teacher Xiang Tian, once again became his instructor.

After Sakura was summoned, despite Jiang Chen's strong objections, Fujiwara Reiki gave the order. This female ninja, for whom family sacrifice was the highest duty, proceeded to unbutton her ninja attire.

It was a stark demonstration of 'Once a teacher, always a teacher.'

One could only describe the scene as spine-tingling, watching as her clothes cascaded down like shedding skin, unveiling a form imbued with healthy allure, and proudly displayed mounds.

Though concealed by undergarments, their discernible shape and volume silently proclaimed their ripeness, ready for the plucking.

Fujiwara Reiki's vast experience painted her as a veritable devil, born to ensnare men. She instructed Sakura only to unfasten the front of her ninja suit, not to remove it entirely, and the battle-worn pantyhose remained wrapped around her long, powerful legs.

"Jiang Sang, do you appreciate this gift?"

As she spoke, Fujiwara Reiki, who had been tending to Jiang Chen’s legs, shifted to sit directly on his lap.

Yes.

Face to face.

She rested her head against his shoulder, her breath whispering into his ear, carrying the scent of orchids and musk.

"Like your sister."

Jiang Chen’s jaw tightened, his hands gripping her supple waist, utterly still.

"Ah? Li Ji certainly has many sisters."

She undoubtedly wasn't referring to siblings of the same mother.

"Let her leave."

Jiang Chen's voice was deep.

Although.

This presented an opportunity to enhance national prestige, a once-in-a-lifetime chance that would surely garner him admiration from his countrymen, his moral compass prohibited him from such an absurd act.

"Is Jiang Sang feeling shy?"

Fujiwara Reiki giggled, her hands on his shoulders, moving closer until her lips were almost against his ear. "With Li Ji here, Jiang Sang can cast aside all worries and burdens, and be his most authentic self."

Case closed.

Everything was laid bare.

The truth was revealed.

It wasn't about being his true self; it was clearly about unleashing a primal beast!

Or perhaps.

This enchantress was attempting to unlock the Pandora's Box hidden deep within human nature, tempting him to transform into a savage creature!

People evolve.

Not all tycoons initially pursue wealth at the expense of their principles.

On the contrary.

They might have started with the simplest aspirations, much like Niu Jili setting out from the countryside with a basket of eggs.

Therefore.

The true challenge lies in preserving one's core essence amidst a world rife with material temptations, confronting the allure of demons and phantoms.

Just as.

The monk Tang Sanzang and his disciples journeyed westward to acquire sacred scriptures.

And this Japanese Enchanting Demon was undoubtedly a White Bone Demon on Boss Jiang’s path to enlightenment.

"Why isn't Jiang Sang moving?"

Fujiwara Reiki lowered her head, gently nibbling on his shoulder.

In the heavens, they longed to be lovebirds; on Earth, they wished to be entwined branches.

At this very moment, the two were indeed like entwined branches.

So, it wasn't surprising that someone was intensely agitated.

Eavesdropping was one thing.

Now, it had escalated to an even more dramatic level.

A live performance.

He wasn't a Japanese actor, after all.

Move?

The mindset and character forged through nine years of compulsory education wouldn't permit it.

"Didn't you want me to be my true self? This is the real me."

"..."

"..."

It was simply reaching the zenith!

Fujiwara Reiki was momentarily stunned, then playfully struck his chest with a resentful pat, gently licking the spot where she had just nibbled.

"Jiang Sang is truly the world's greatest comedian today."

Jiang Chen remained resolute, his expression unyielding. His stance was clear: if Sakura didn't depart, he would achieve enlightenment on the spot.

But did it make a difference?

They were united as one.

He remained motionless.

She continued to move.

The outcome was the same.

The effect of the Red Flower Oil was remarkably swift; Fujiwara Reiki appeared completely free of discomfort. Her arms, like lotus blossoms, encircled his shoulders, and she began to sway like a water serpent in motion.

Jiang Chen's pupils contracted as he held her waist firmly, "Let her go outside."

What constitutes true character and cultivation?

It's more than just empty words.

In a world populated by billions, how many can maintain self-restraint under such circumstances?

It appeared that even Fujiwara Reiki was touched by the profound character he displayed, or perhaps her grip on his waist was too intense, causing her to finally halt.

The pain in her waist made her brows knit together in vexation.

"Li Ji called Sakura merely to add a little excitement. It's a rare occasion for Li Ji and Jiang Sang to meet; how could I bear to share this with others?"

Dangerous, slender fingers traced the outline of Jiang Chen's face.

Without the need for Fujiwara Reiki to issue another command.

Sakura silently lifted her foot and, without disturbing the pair, walked over and slowly knelt behind Jiang Chen.

Then.

Jiang Chen felt a warmth emanating from behind him.

Despite a Death Warrior's outwardly cold and ruthless demeanor, their body temperature remains like that of an ordinary person.

Clearly.

Fujiwara Reiki had no intention of complying with his demands.

Also.

When has Miss Fujiwara ever followed someone else's plans?

She always possessed her own mind.

At this moment, the person caught in the crossfire was akin to Tang Seng being lured into the Silk Cave by the White Bone Demon.

Of course.

He possessed the ability to resist.

However, given his current skill level, he was likely not a match for Sakura, who was a promising candidate to become Japan's youngest Upper-level Ninja.

Besides.

There was another option available.

That option was to call for assistance.

Knowing that the Four Great Kings remained outside, maintaining strict vigilance.

Alright.

Perhaps, instead of summoning help, facing this situation and engaging in a spar with an elite Japanese Samurai would be the preferable course of action.

"Jiang Sang, stop overthinking and just enjoy the moment, won't you? One never knows when such an opportunity will arise again."

Fujiwara Reiki seemed to possess an uncanny ability to read minds, or rather, due to their current closeness.

Her senses could pick up his real-time mental activity through some sort of interface.

And at this very moment.

Jiang Chen felt his neck being ensnared from behind.

It wasn't a hand.

Alright then.

She had already cautioned him against indulging in unrealistic fantasies.

Trapped by demons, both front and back, where was there any room left for resistance?

Realizing his inescapable predicament, Jiang Chen's gaze intensified, understanding that escape was impossible.

Fujiwara Reiki, showing no fear, wrapped her arms around his neck, her eyes filled with a dreamy haze, her breath fragrant.

"Jiang Chen-kun, please unleash your anger upon your teacher."

Jiang Chen-kun?

Teacher?

Jiang Chen's breathing quickened.

Damn it!