I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2331 - 1481: Yoga (Second Update)

The witching hour had arrived.

Precisely one o’clock in the morning.

Moonlight cascaded over the roof.

A sliding door was opened, and a figure emerged from the house, entirely unscathed.

This was a testament to their strong moral compass.

Had their principles wavered, facing two adversaries might have made their exit from the residence tonight uncertain, let alone so composedly.

The Four Great Kings, adhering to their directives, remained positioned outside the courtyard as instructed by Jiang Chen, never crossing the boundary.

At such a considerable distance, any sounds from within the house would surely be beyond their hearing.

However, humans, being intelligent creatures, tend to ponder.

Whether they speculated about the events unfolding inside the house remained unknown.

"Mr. Jiang!"

Just as he was about to proceed, the composed individual, who had appeared so self-assured, stumbled unexpectedly. Normally, he would have instantly righted himself, but at this moment, he staggered precariously, nearly falling. Fortunately, the Green Wing Bat King reacted with remarkable speed, stepping forward to steady him.

Could it be that his outward strength masked an inner fragility?

He presented an image of stability, yet was actually quite unsteady.

Indeed, it seemed so.

While he maintained his own moral standards, the opponents he encountered possessed none.

He hadn't truly faced two foes simultaneously; rather, Sakura had exerted her full effort to aid her master. Fujiwara Reiki, already possessing natural talent, saw her practical combat abilities skyrocket with rapidly accumulating experience. Furthermore, with a female ninja providing assistance nearby, even though he managed to depart that room, the cost incurred was undeniably steep.

Jiang Chen cast a look of approval towards the swift Green Wing Bat King, inwardly noting how fitting the casually assigned moniker had become.

How swift was that maneuver?

He glanced back.

It turned out to be merely a brick.

"Crisis averted; the squad is to withdraw."

Maintaining a neutral expression, he headed outward.

The Four Great Kings, who had been waiting for a span of two hours, followed in silent procession.

Inside the residence.

Fujiwara Reiki lay in a state of sheer bliss, her delicate features flushed with a satisfaction that was both stunning and unparalleled.

Sakura carefully retrieved a luxurious cloud brocade skirt, draping it over her.

In reality, this female ninja, whose expertise lay in assassination and arson, was also in an unusual condition. Her attire was slightly neater than her master's, though her stockings remained somewhat disheveled, and sweat beaded on her forehead, indicative of a strenuous engagement.

"I told Jiang Sang you were a virgin, but he wouldn’t believe me. Now, he should finally concede."

There was no need to fret about catching a chill; it was a midsummer night, and the temperature within the room was exceptionally high.

Moreover, a peculiar aroma permeated the air.

The individual, despite his seemingly abrupt departure, had demonstrated consideration for detail by closing the door behind him once more.

"No wonder he is the man I so deeply admire."

Fujiwara Reiki, covered by the opulent cloud brocade skirt, leaned against a low table. Raising her arm, she playfully lifted Sakura’s chin with a single finger.

"Sakura, do you feel frustrated?"

"That is Miss’s man; Sakura is not worthy."

Sakura remained kneeling on the floor, making no move to don her ninja attire, merely securing her bound chest.

The scene was utterly breathtaking.

Far exceeding the drama of Japanese cinema.

Perhaps the caliber of the performers played a role.

One had to acknowledge the dedication and respect due to those 'teachers' who devoted themselves to their art. However, on a global scale, how many naturally captivating enchantresses like them could truly be found?

Furthermore, the supporting 'actress' was an authentic, formidable ninja.

"Hehehe ~"

Fujiwara Reiki emitted a cascade of delighted giggles. Summoning Sakura for assistance had been an exceptionally shrewd decision, as she effectively drew away the intensity of the assault. Without enduring excessive hardship, the 'poppy' that had been doused in abundance now displayed its most alluring form.

She lifted Sakura’s chin once more. "Sakura, you understand how much I value you, so do not feel slighted. He is unequivocally the most exceptional man in existence."

Because her chin was being held up, Sakura was unable to bow her head. She promptly responded, "Sakura would not dare."

Aside from her outward appearance, her tone remained utterly devoid of emotion, as though she were executing a programmed directive.

Fujiwara Reiki lowered her hand, her gaze drifting unfocused towards a point in the distance, and let out a soft sigh.

"Women, ultimately, must face such a day. You have been with me since childhood; though we are mistress and servant, we are also family. Tonight, my intention was for Jiang Sang to be your 'gateway' into womanhood, but Jiang Sang, alas ~"

Ultimately, all her words dissolved into a sigh.

It carried an undertone of regret.

And perhaps, a hint of pride.

"To have had the opportunity to serve Miss’s man is already Sakura’s greatest honor."

Fujiwara Reiki chuckled with contentment, seemingly impressed by Sakura’s emotional acuity. "It is quite alright; there will be future occasions. Other men in this world are far too coarse, utterly unworthy of you. Consider this instance a preliminary familiarization."

Sakura remained silent.

She was, after all, a warrior trained for ultimate sacrifice.

Long, long ago, destiny was already set, no longer under her own control.

"Probiotic water should suffice, shouldn't it?"

Disheveled Fujiwara Reiki gazed at the wall, whispering softly.

She wasn't uttering falsehoods.

The peculiar arrangement today was genuinely planned to usher Sakura into another significant transformation.

Of course.

The words articulated were merely rhetorical flourishes.

A strict hierarchy was meticulously established.

Where could genuine kinship possibly emerge from such a system?

A death warrior is perpetually just a tool.

It's merely that tools possess varying degrees of utility.

Previously, her role was simply that of an assistant.

Her original intention for this evening was to engage in battle alongside the opponent; however, the spoils of victory, without question, were not to be shared, every last bit meant to be consumed by her alone.

One can only blame the opponent's abnormal combat prowess, which inadvertently left an "emotional scar" on the Unparalleled Demoness, despite her lack of extensive experience; otherwise, she wouldn't have concocted such an elaborate strategy.

Certainly.

Although the course of events deviated from her initial plan, the repercussions were negligible, and she could still sense an abundant feeling of accomplishment.

"Miss will undoubtedly have her desires fulfilled."

Fujiwara Reiki offered a smile, seemingly meant to lend support from behind, but instead, she gently caressed her abdomen, a faint, elusive luminescence momentarily gracing her captivating face.

"There's an ancient adage in Shen Zhou stating that perseverance yields rewards, and another that proclaims no distinction in education. Even though I am Japanese, I should not be subjected to differential treatment, correct?"

Sakura hesitated, on the verge of speaking.

Fujiwara Reiki, noticing this, softly prompted, "Go ahead."

"Miss should adjust her posture."

Fujiwara Reiki experienced a brief moment of surprise before immediately grasping the meaning, shedding her masterly demeanor, and promptly reclining.

Sakura then positioned herself to serve as a human leg rest.

"If my wish is granted this time, Sakura, you shall be credited with the primary merit."

Sakura remained silent, offering no reply.

Thunderous rewards and gentle drizzles are both considered celestial blessings.

For a death warrior, the concept of 'heaven' is non-existent; heaven and hell are merely delineated by a thin line, where immense blessings are invariably accompanied by cruel retribution.

"Go, fetch the remaining probiotic water."

Fujiwara Reiki lay on the ground, drawing her knees up, accepting Sakura's supportive role, and straining to hold her own thigh, adopting a rather unusual pose.

Indeed.

Midnight approached.

Having survived an exhilarating yet draining conflict, she still remembered to incorporate yoga into her routine.

It was no wonder she managed to maintain such a remarkable physique.