Time flew by quickly. Shawn Young sat cross-legged in his room to meditate, and by the time he woke up, it was already evening. As soon as he opened the door, Tony Zhou, who had clearly been waiting for a long time, shot up and grabbed his hand, saying, "Hehe, little bro, you finally decided to get up? I've been waiting for ages..."
"Oh, I just took a nap for a few hours..." Shawn Young replied.
"Haha... Last night, Chief Gu kicked me out, said she had something urgent to discuss with you. Honestly, I could tell she’s into you. So, did you score with her last night? Hehe, bet it was wild—how many rounds did you go as the groom, huh?!" Tony Zhou winked and grinned mischievously.
Shawn Young scratched his head, not sure how to answer this pervy guy’s question. He knew that with Tony Zhou, explaining was just covering up, so he just chuckled awkwardly and said nothing, tacitly letting it slide.
Then Tony Zhou slung his arm around Shawn’s shoulders and said, "Hehe, little bro, the ladies aren’t around tonight. It’s the perfect chance! I’m here to take you to Tokyo’s most bustling Kabukicho in Shibuya. That place is every man’s paradise—I guarantee you’ll love it."
"Oh? You always call it a man’s paradise? What’s the deal with that place, anyway?" Shawn Young asked, curiosity piqued.
"Hehe, for men, the Ginza district in Tokyo is heaven on earth. No need for details—let’s hurry up and go! Since we’re here, we can’t miss out," Tony Zhou coaxed.
"Alright then, let’s go..." Shawn Young nodded.
But Tony Zhou scratched his head, leaned in, and asked mysteriously, "Hehe, little bro, how about we party all night in the man’s paradise tonight? Did you bring enough cash?"
Shawn Young paused, then pulled out a gold card from his pocket—the bank card Martin Yang had given him. It could be used in most developed countries, and of course Japan was no exception. Shawn didn’t even know how much money was on it, but he was sure it wasn’t a small amount.
Tony Zhou, who’d seen a lot in his day, spotted the gold card in Shawn’s hand and his eyes lit up, nearly drooling. He blurted out, "Whoa! A MasterCard Gold! There’s gotta be a ton of money on that, right?"
Shawn Young shook his head and said, "I’m not sure how much is in there, but I know it’s enough for us to do whatever we want tonight."
Tony Zhou’s eyes went green at that, his attitude flipping as he got all enthusiastic. "Hehe, little bro, you should’ve said so earlier! Had me worried for nothing. With that MasterCard Gold, we can go for the most authentic wild experiences tonight! I’ll lead the way—guaranteed fun! Damn, I’ve been broke for ages... I’m about to explode over here..."
At this, Shawn Young asked curiously, "Huh? Chief Zhou, aren’t you the Chief of the Thirteen Enforcers’ Japan branch? Shouldn’t you have plenty of cash? Why are you complaining about being broke?"
"Uh... well... little bro, you don’t know. I may be the Chief of the Thirteen Enforcers’ Japan branch, but most of the budget is controlled by Chief Gu. Plus, things are pretty special over here in Japan—especially with all the intelligence gathering, which costs a fortune. And, uh... I’ve got a few personal hobbies that eat up cash, so I’m always strapped for money..." Tony Zhou explained with an awkward smile.
"Personal hobbies? What kind of hobbies?" Shawn Young could tell from Tony’s tone that he’d probably blown a lot of cash on this so-called hobby.
"Uh... you’ll find out soon enough... Let’s just go for now..." Tony Zhou said, looking a bit embarrassed.
"Alright..." Shawn Young didn’t press him—everyone’s got their quirks. The two of them turned and headed outside.
But just as they left, a graceful figure quietly slipped out from a basement room on the first floor and followed after them.
Tokyo wears a necklace—the railway of the Yamanote Line. The Yamanote Line forms a loop, kind of like Beijing’s Second Ring Road. Most of Tokyo’s bustling commercial districts, including several areas called "sub-centers" in Japanese, are along the Yamanote Line: Shinjuku, Ikebukuro, Ueno, Akihabara, Shimbashi, Shinagawa, Ebisu, Shibuya.
Of all the bustling districts along the Yamanote Line, Shinjuku and Shibuya have the most personality.
If we use women as a metaphor, Shinjuku is like a prostitute—sensual, gloomy, and a bit mysterious—while Shibuya is a schoolgirl—youthful, vibrant, innocent, bursting with life.
Shibuya is also the most legendary place in Tokyo. They say it’s the birthplace of youth trends in Japan—fashion, lifestyle, even attitudes. You could say it’s the origin of Asian youth culture, too. Taipei’s Ximending tries hard to imitate Shibuya. All of Tokyo’s trendiest and craziest stuff is here, drawing in countless young people like moths to a flame, all diving headfirst into this irresistible, soul-devouring vortex.
Night had fallen by now. Neon lights in every color flooded the streets, transforming the world with their shifting glow—strange, unfamiliar, and alluring. Shibuya was packed with a unique kind of charm, attracting waves of young people who flocked here nonstop.
The two hopped out of a taxi at JR Shibuya Station, and were instantly hit by a mix of perfume scents and the unmistakable stench of urine from the station’s corners. The combination was weird, giving off a hard-to-describe sense of decadence.
Seeing Shawn Young’s puzzled look, Tony Zhou explained, "Hehe, that perfume-urine smell is one of Shibuya’s special features. And look over there—those young folks with makeup like zombies? That’s another local specialty."
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Shawn followed the sound and looked over, seeing the streets full of young people dressed in all sorts of wild outfits. Especially striking were the girls with faces painted like tribal warriors—dark faces with bold, white eye makeup, hair braided into cornrows, looking like African witch doctors. The most Japanese thing about it all? You couldn’t find a single person with black hair; it’s like these young people were born to rebel against their natural hair color, insisting on dying it every shade under the sun.
Even funnier, groups of young guys squatted by the corners of buildings, chatting in packs. They all had dyed blond hair and wore the wildest clothes.
These trendy "new humans" treat Shibuya as their stage. The punks have crazy hairstyles—spiked to the sky, dyed every color imaginable. Tons of "Mac Girl" types with golden hair, tanned faces, lips painted purple or white, glittering like stars. Their platform shoes are so thick, it’s like they’re walking on stilts—totally cool. Of course, there are also the "bad girls" waiting to hook up with older men for some "compensated dating." But they have to dress like schoolgirls to be attractive. Shibuya is "paradise for young people," and it truly lives up to the name.
Besides that, you’d see boys and girls in school uniforms wandering around. The girls, mostly fourteen or fifteen, would roam the busy streets alone, which looked pretty odd. Their deep blue skirts were super distinctive, paired with black leather shoes and white socks. The socks were so long they could cover their calves, but many let them bunch up around their ankles because that was considered 'cool.' It really was cool—Tokyo felt like spring all year, and spring was right there between a schoolgirl’s skirt, shoes, calves, and white socks.
Tony Zhou’s eyes sparkled at the sight of the young schoolgirls, his face twisting into a lecherous grin only a true pervert would understand, making Shawn Young shudder beside him...
Suddenly, Tony Zhou leaned over and asked, "Little bro, what do you think of that group of girls on the right up ahead?"
Shawn Young glanced over and saw a group of teenage girls, some looking really young. He was surprised and said, "Uh... they look pretty young, maybe fourteen at most. This place seems so wild—aren’t they worried with all these girls hanging out here?!"
Tony Zhou snickered, "Worried? No way... This isn’t China or Hong Kong, this is Tokyo—the most open city in the world! Don’t be fooled by how young those cuties look, or that they’re typical schoolgirls. When it comes to experience, they know a lot more than you’d think..."
"Uh... seriously? They’re not even adults!" Shawn Young was a bit stunned.
Tony Zhou laughed, "That’s just what you think—these girls don’t see it that way. They gather here just to do compensated dating and earn cash... to buy all sorts of trendy stuff."
"But they’re obviously still middle schoolers... Why do they have so many material demands? Don’t they know that getting involved with men so early can hurt their bodies, maybe even cause real harm?" Shawn Young was genuinely confused.
After all, he was from China. He’d heard plenty about Japan’s open attitudes toward sex, but being here in person, he just couldn’t wrap his head around it.
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