After a few stops, the three finally got off the train. Tony Zhou led Shawn Young and Rachel Sasaki into a three-story residential building.
This was a Japanese-style building in the Ikebukuro district of Tokyo, and served as one of the Thirteen Enforcers’ bases in Japan. Tony Zhou usually lived here, and the place was quite comfortable. Most importantly, owning such a building in the pricey metropolis of Tokyo already made you a 'rich guy!'
What puzzled Shawn Young was that May Gu and Luna Xiao, who had driven back ahead of them, were nowhere to be found. When he asked Tony Zhou, the guy just shook his head and said he didn’t know, and that it was a matter for Leader Xiao—he didn’t dare to get involved.
Shawn Young knew Tony Zhou wasn’t telling the truth, but it wasn’t convenient to press further. After all, he’d just arrived in Japan, a place where he didn’t know the ropes, and he still hadn’t figured out what he needed to do. Worrying wouldn’t help.
The afternoon went by quickly. After a simple dinner, Rachel Sasaki said she was going upstairs to rest, and then vanished in a flash. Tony Zhou arranged for Shawn Young to stay in a single room on the second floor with tatami mats and a low tea table—the Japanese-style room was spotless.
But after Tony Zhou helped Shawn Young settle his luggage, he shot him a cheeky wink and said, "Heh, this single room is specially set up for you, little bro. You’re really lucky with the ladies—I’m super jealous! Anyway, I won’t be keeping you company tonight."
Shawn Young asked curiously, "Uh, why not?"
Tony Zhou shrugged, "Sigh, I was actually thinking of taking you to Shibuya’s Kabukicho for some fun, but I’m afraid she’d strangle me. So, I’ll just go out and play by myself tonight."
"Hold on, Boss Zhou, this ‘she’ you’re talking about... who is she exactly?" Shawn Young asked hurriedly.
"Heh heh... I don’t dare say. You’ll figure it out yourself... I’m outta here!" Tony Zhou said, bolting out the door.
Shawn Young still wanted to figure out what was going on. Tony Zhou, standing at the door, turned back and gave him a mysterious, cheeky grin before slipping out.
Shawn Young couldn’t tell what Tony Zhou was up to, and found it odd that all three women had disappeared. But he had no idea where to look for them, so he just pulled a magazine off the bookshelf and started flipping through it out of boredom.
To his surprise, the magazine was called Anan Magazine, and the cover featured sizzling, high-definition erotic photos of men and women. The content was seriously 'wild,' with professional angles and shots designed to tease and tempt!
"Damn, this is good stuff!" Shawn Young raised his eyebrows. Nearly every normal guy would love this kind of magazine, and Shawn was no exception. Sure, he already had plenty of beauties in his life, but liking these things was just pure male instinct.
Without hesitation, Shawn Young started flipping through it. Most of the text was in Japanese and packed with ads, but there were tons of gorgeous photos—each adult actress flaunting her own style, and almost all of them were fully nude. Some showed couples in 'deep communication,' and the camera angles were downright explosive. Bored as he was, Shawn Young felt a wicked heat rising below his belly, and his 'flag' stood tall in salute...
But the most frustrating part? For a guy who’s usually surrounded by beautiful women, he was completely alone—and things were getting harder down below...
"Damn it! I can’t go on like this... I need a solution!" The more Shawn Young thought about it, the more he felt he had to do something. So he sprang into action, quietly sneaking up to the third floor and heading for Rachel Sasaki’s room, planning to find her and 'solve the problem.'
But what Shawn Young didn’t expect was that Rachel Sasaki’s door was tightly shut, and no one answered when he knocked. So he simply used his Heavenly Eye Technique to scan inside—and was surprised to find the room completely empty. Rachel Sasaki wasn’t there!
"Seriously, where did everyone go? This long night... the loneliness is killing me..." Shawn Young muttered to himself. Rachel Sasaki, the only one who might have 'solved his problem,' was missing, and as for Luna Xiao and May Gu, those two were absolute stunners, but he wasn’t 'close enough' with them yet! No point rushing things...
He checked his phone—already 10:30 PM. Shawn Young could only slink back to his second-floor room and close the door. He’d planned to do some cultivation, but now he just felt restless and annoyed. So he turned off the lights and flopped down to sleep.
But after lying there for a while, Shawn Young realized he just couldn’t sleep—the reason was simple: he was burning up with desire! The more he tried to sleep, the less he could, and the less he could, the more he thought about women. And the more he thought about women, the more his mind filled with those sultry, bare-skinned actresses from Anan Magazine, all those luscious bodies and wild, passionate scenes, endlessly teasing his nerves and making him feel hot all over...
Totally unable to sleep or calm down for cultivation, Shawn Young had no choice but to get up and turn on the lights. There was nothing else to do, so he pulled out more magazines from the bookshelf—but he was wrong. At least half the magazines were Anan, and the rest were just more racy pictorials! There wasn’t a single novel or anything else, not even one serious book.
‘Damn... Tony Zhou, you old perv, collecting this kind of stuff—no culture at all...’ Shawn Young couldn’t help but harshly judge Tony Zhou, but then he muttered, ‘Well, these magazines are actually pretty good. Tony Zhou’s just a guy, it’s normal to collect this stuff. Since I can’t sleep, might as well have a look…’
After this little self-comfort, Shawn Young continued flipping through the magazines, feeling more and more excited…
‘...Am I really going to end up jerking off tonight? What a damn tragedy…’ Shawn Young mournfully realized his ‘flag’ had already pitched a tall tent in his pants—a real Mongolian yurt.
The more Shawn Young thought, the hotter and more conflicted he felt. That wicked fire was almost impossible to contain, so he gritted his teeth, tossed the magazine aside, and dashed into the bathroom—figuring he’d just have to handle things himself this time…
"Ah... sorry, buddy!" Shawn Young looked at his especially 'angry' Little Shawn, feeling helpless as he comforted it, then freed up his hands to take care of business…
He hadn’t even started when he suddenly heard a faint sound at the door. The door quietly creaked open a crack, startling Shawn Young—he’d locked it, so who could possibly come in?
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