Dating sim loading: My girlfriend is a cunning young lady
Chapter 74 - 63. The speed of punishment is 20 mph.

Chapter 74: 63. The speed of punishment is 20 mph.

"Mei, Meiji, weren’t you abroad?" Dubian Che’s internal organs were all trembling.

It was over; had his going out to play angered her? Or was there a camera in the haunted house?

"Come here." Jiutiao Meiji’s tone turned even colder.

Dubian Che had no choice but to walk over.

Jiutiao Meiji pointed to the tatami right in front of her. "Sit properly."

"Meiji, just tell me what I did wrong, I’ll change. I promise it won’t happen again."

Jiutiao Meiji still pointed at the tatami, cold laughter escaping her without a word.

Dubian Che obediently sat properly in front of her when Jiutiao Meiji suddenly lifted her right foot towards his face, which he caught smoothly.

"This is your reward," Jiutiao Meiji said, with not a trace of surprise in her tone, uttering a phrase that had no clear meaning.

Dubian Che, holding the leg wrapped in pantyhose, didn’t know if the "reward" she referred to was the kick she had just attempted or the leg itself.

He looked at Jiutiao Meiji, the woman seemingly waiting for his reaction.

How could he admit defeat at a time like this!

Dubian Che extended his other hand, placing it on Jiutiao Meiji’s calf, the premium pantyhose conveying a smooth texture instantly.

But his action, rather than taking advantage, seemed more like a massage.

However, touching a girl’s leg, to what extent does one differentiate between a massage and taking liberty?

"You seemed to have a lot of fun today." Jiutiao Meiji continued letting him touch her calf, as she pinched a photo from the table and held it up in front of Dubian Che’s forehead.

Dubian Che had to lean his body slightly back to see the content clearly on the photo.

Thankfully, it wasn’t a photo of him hugging Kiyono Lin in the haunted house; otherwise, it would have been the end.

"I didn’t sit with any girls," he said, looking at the snapshot of the roller coaster, "Meiji, you had no idea, I deliberately called up two guys to go out today. I didn’t take photos with the girls, and I kept a distance as much as possible on the road, just normal social interaction."

"Oh?"

"Not convinced? You can ask!"

"What about the haunted house?"

"The, the haunted house? What about it?"

Jiutiao Meiji coldly chuckled. "The hands of other girls feel comfortable to hold, don’t they?"

"..."

"How should I punish you?"

Although there was still a smile on Jiutiao Meiji’s face, her eyes suddenly darkened, sending a chill down Dubian Che’s spine.

"That, Meiji, your skirt..."

Jiutiao Meiji looked down. Her one foot was held in Dubian Che’s hand, naturally causing the hem of her skirt to lift a corner.

She was wearing pantyhose today, and through the luxurious black layer, a glimpse of pure white fabric could be seen.

Jiutiao Meiji placed her hand on the hem of her skirt and slowly lifted it: "What, you want to see here?"

"Uh, not really." Dubian Che inadvertently glanced but quickly moved his gaze away.

Looking the first time is instinct, not looking a second time is courtesy!

"You can, though," said Jiutiao Meiji with a smiling tone.

Then her expression quickly turned stern again: "If you hadn’t done anything wrong today, that is."

As she spoke, her other foot kicked toward him, naturally caught again by the free combat master Dubian Che.

Their current posture was dangerous.

A girl in black pantyhose sat on the desk, her legs held by Dubian Che, who was sitting properly. Newton’s theory did not disappoint; the hem slid to the waist area.

His face was right under the hem of her skirt.

What was most terrifying was that Dubian Che noticed Jiutiao Meiji was actually blushing.

Was she excited?

Was she a pervert?

Making her feel comfortable completely contradicted his intention.

"Sorry." Dubian Che immediately let go of her, taking the opportunity to stand up and move a few steps away from her.

Jiutiao Meiji scoffed, stood up from the table, straightened her skirt, and walked towards the door: "Come with me."

"Where to?"

"Aren’t you wanting to meet the parents?"

"This..."

Two minutes later, Dubian Che was sprinting down Shinjuku Avenue, with Jiutiao Meiji’s luxury car cruising beside him at a speed of 20 yards.

Was this the punishment for not making her feel comfortable?

The only sounds he heard were the whooshing wind, his feet no longer obeying his commands.

The tips of his hair were softly brushed by the late summer breeze, dense sweat gradually forming a full droplet, trickling down his cheek and neck.

Eyes fixed straight ahead, not straying, breathing even, as if he would keep running like this all the way to his destination.

People out for the evening started giving him looks.

Dubian Che’s legs moved with lightness, his thighs propelling his lean calves, the tips of his toes lightly touching the ground to cushion the impact before his heels hit. His motions were full of athletic grace.

And with his excessive handsomeness, it was like a movie scene where a handsome guy chases after a car.

After running a few streets, Dubian Che couldn’t keep it up.

All that even breathing, the standard running posture, all deformed.

"Ha, ha—"

He stopped, hands on knees, breathing heavily, his heart filled with the rage of being mocked.

Right there on the bustling Shinjuku Avenue, he shouted at the top of his lungs.

"Why! Why must I live like I’m under my wife’s control!!!"

The surrounding crowd burst into laughter, pointing at him.

A trendy young man playing guitar on the street even started to hum spontaneously.

"On the avenue of Shinjuku at night~ handsome man is running~, why~~ why~~ turns out he’s being trained by his girlfriend~~"

Then came a jangling guitar storm.

The laughter grew even louder.

Many girls covered their mouths and snickered.

Inside a luxurious car, under the dim lights, Jiutiao Meiji coldly surveyed the laughing passersby.

"Let him in."

The car smoothly stopped next to Dubian Che, and the door slowly opened.

Dubian Che steadied his breathing before slowly straightening up and getting into the car.

Then, like a shadow, the black car disappeared along the lively Shinjuku Avenue.

Jiutiao Meiji moved away from the central armrest, leaning against the left door facing the panting Dubian Che.

"This time is forgiven, but if there’s a next time, I’ll make you run naked."

"No, ha, won’t happen," Dubian Che gasped and shook his head, "no more haunted houses for me."

"I meant if you dare say ’under my wife’s control’ out loud on the street again."

"Can’t I even speak the truth?"

"No," Jiutiao Meiji sternly denied.

Despite this, Dubian Che always had an intuition that she wouldn’t really get mad, but adhering to the principle of ’avoiding mistakes by doing nothing’, it was better to put ’under my wife’s control’ on the banned words list.

Though his physique was getting better, running naked on Shinjuku Avenue was definitely not the goal of his gym sessions.

Twenty minutes later, the car stopped at the entrance of a courtyard that looked like a general’s mansion from a period drama, filled with traditional charm.

As Dubian Che got out of the car and looked left and right from the gate, even straining his eyes, he couldn’t see another house.

How many bad things one would need to do, to own such a vast property in the heart of Tokyo?

Dubian Che followed Jiutiao Meiji inside, crossing a courtyard even bigger than the Goda High School’s baseball field, they finally reached the entrance.

"Miss," a woman in a kimono bowed.

"Take him for a bath," Jiutiao Meiji instructed, pointing at Dubian Che.

"Yes."

"Use the bathroom in my room."

The kimono-clad woman looked up in surprise, then quickly bowed her head again, "Yes."

"Young master, please follow me."

Dubian Che followed the woman through twists and turns into an exquisitely feminine Japanese-style room.

She led him deep into the room to a bath that continuously overflowed with water.

"Young master, this is spring water, and you can shower here."

"Thank you."

"I will get you some clothes, you can bathe now."

"Alright, thank you."

The woman’s demeanor was too respectful, causing Dubian Che to bow in return subconsciously.

After the woman left, Dubian Che looked at the flowing spring bath, criticized the evils of capitalism in his mind, then stripped off his clothes, showered off the sweat from the day, and settled into the hot spring bath.

Considering ’bathing in a hot spring can be very hot in the summer’, the room was kept at a pleasantly warm temperature that was both comfortable and not chilly for soaking.

Dubian Che sighed in comfort.

Today, whether it was riding in a bus, enduring a haunted house roller coaster, or the evening’s sprint, had all left him utterly exhausted.

Maybe just sleep here?

Meet her parents? He was not about it.