[The Girls' School Teacher] (Episode 20, Chapter 12)

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Chapter Twelve: Pre-Departure Preparations

"Price reduction?"

"No!"

"Good products always pursue the highest quality, not cheapness!"

At 8:30 PM, during prime time for television dramas, against a black background, three images appeared in succession,

ending with a large PS1 logo.

Many understood the meaning of this advertisement, but no one expected Sony's counterattack to

be so swift and ruthless. These words were a

resounding slap in the face to Dortson Video Games.

That evening, hordes of reporters swarmed like ants to the entrances of Sony's Nordic branch and

Dortson Video Games, interviewing everyone who walked out of the company gates.

"No comment."

This was Dortson's reply.

"We are not targeting anyone; we are simply implementing Sony's company philosophy."

These were the exact words of Okui Sakai, Sony's European headquarters executive director and executive officer for the three Nordic countries.

Within Sony, Okui Sakai was known as a sycophantic, agreeable person, so even Nakai Tetsumin

was stunned for a few minutes upon hearing this, before bursting into tears: having two powerful backers really makes

a difference!

What are reporters for?

They spread rumors.

Exaggerating facts, inciting conflict between the parties involved, ideally arguing and then fighting—no, ideally,

exchanging insults and then physically attacking each other—that's what reporters strive for!

So, early the next morning, all the television and print media in the three Nordic countries reported on the new

advertisement. A series of specious guesses led everyone who saw the news to believe that, around

that day, the two companies, like irreconcilable gangsters, were about to engage in a bloody battle.

The headquarters of both companies were immediately under intense scrutiny; according to incomplete statistics, at least two hundred

cameras and lenses were pointed at them, including from other media outlets in Europe and America.

Compared to the excitement of the public and reporters, the two companies appeared remarkably calm, almost

excessively . Not only was there no movement, but no one even spoke up, as if yesterday's tense standoff was merely

an illusion.

However, those who truly understood both companies knew that this might only be the beginning, the calm

before .

My thoughts, however, weren't on Northern Europe, because something very important

awaited me.

Tonight, the Yamaguchi-gumi, Sumiyoshi-kai, Inagawa-kai, and other top ten Tokyo yakuza groups were holding a

banquet Ostensibly, it was to promote unity among Japanese yakuza organizations, but in reality, these underground leaders of Tokyo and even the entire country

needed to gather to discuss

strategies .

The reason was precisely because the Korean gang's attack on Aya, Asahi, and Rokkaku had put everyone

on high alert, making them realize the need to address the growing power of these foreign gangs.

As for the wives, sons, and daughters of the various yakuza groups, they were merely bystanders; while the leaders discussed matters, they

socialized amongst themselves.

The women gossiped and discussed their luxurious lifestyles; the men chatted, drank, and talked about women—it was quite a

rare gathering.

Although Japanese gangs are known for their cutthroat competition and constant brawls, they rarely escalate to

the point of , so they generally manage to get by. Especially now, facing external threats, they unite

to prevent outsiders from taking advantage.

I'd heard about this gathering from Koharu and the others last week. It was something completely unrelated to me, but

last night, Haruka called me, begging me to accompany her.

I've always liked Haruka with a touch of pity; she's a frail girl,

fighting for her family in the underworld—it's not easy for her. So, without hesitation, I agreed

immediately .

Today is Thursday. I got home after class this afternoon when Haruka's car picked me up and took me

directly to a high-rise building in Takamatsu-cho.

Once inside, I realized she was there to help me prepare my clothes for tonight.

"Isn't that necessary?" In the elevator, I put my arm around the beautiful woman's slender waist. "I think a

suit is enough. Look, this is Armani, a designer brand."

Yao was wearing a white trench coat today, with a light yellow shirt and blue trousers underneath. She looked elegant and

had the air of a high-class white-collar woman, absolutely stunning.

Hearing my words, Yao chuckled and glared at me. "You're so annoying... This

Armani suit is nice, but it's not custom-made. How can it complement your handsome features?"

Yao's basis for her argument was that custom-made Armani suits always had a golden logo embroidered on the cuffs,

something mass-produced suits wouldn't have, and it was impossible to imitate.

But what she didn't know was that while custom-made suits with this golden cuff were indeed custom-made

and handcrafted, they weren't made by Armani himself, but by his twelve apprentices.

The quality and style were top-notch, but ultimately, they lacked Armani's innate grandeur.

Armani's handmade suits weren't marked on the outside, but rather

sewn inside the right pocket with the same golden thread. My

suit was like that. Although I auctioned off most of the clothes he gave me each season and

donated the proceeds to the orphanage, I've kept two or three over time. After all, they're masterpieces,

and very comfortable to wear.

However, I won't tell Yao about this, lest I dampen her good intentions.

Even so, I asked, "But we're attending a party tonight,

isn't it too late ?"

"Smack!"

The beautiful woman smiled and kissed me. "It's a secret! Just come with me!"

"Ding!"

The elevator doors opened as soon as she finished speaking, and I had to let go of her, stepping out of the elevator with Yao.

Seeing me release her, Yao pouted, revealing a girlish charm. She stopped and placed her delicate hand

in mine. Only after I grasped it did the beautiful woman smile softly and lead me forward.

Stepping out of the elevator, the words "Laikawa Garment" were written on a huge automatic glass door two meters away.

Looking around, there were no other company signs.

Land prices in Tokyo are incredibly high, and to have an entire floor in such a large building

shows that Laikawa Garment is definitely not a small company.

A beautiful woman in a tight-fitting shirt and short skirt was already standing at the entrance. The tight clothes

accentuated her figure, making her look like a wasp waist and a plump bottom.

"Ms. Iwashita, you've arrived!"

Upon seeing us, the woman quickly placed her hands on her waist and bowed,

revealing her pair of snow-white breasts.

Sometimes I have to admire Japanese designers, especially when it comes to women's uniforms. Every little

detail creates a unique allure, making men's hearts flutter!

That's why Japanese companies dominate more than half of the women's uniform market in Europe and America

—what an honor!

The reason I feel this so deeply is because Eri, Koharu, and those other little devils often appear in front of me at home

in various uniforms.

Not only do they not wear underwear, but sometimes they just wear a short school shirt with nothing underneath;

or they're dressed as proper flight attendants, but the vest and shirt buttons are absolutely left undone…

How can I possibly resist? Usually, before I can even take their clothes off, my penis

plunges into their tender, tight bodies, thrusting in and out with abandon, creating alluring sounds.

Only at these moments do I truly feel like an eighteen-year-old hot-blooded boy, just like my own age!

Yao followed the beautiful woman with a smile into a large room on the side. She wasn't

uncomfortable with the woman's alluring charm; instead, she leaned closer and said, "Junxiong...

do you like women with big breasts and curvy hips like this?"

"Hmm?"

"Look at her, how sexy she is! Her breasts are so big and white, her buttocks so round and large. You

men must all like this kind, right?"

"I like you!"

"Hehe...don't lie!"

"Why would I lie? She's certainly nice, but she's not mine. My girlfriend is here. If I don't

like you, who else would I like?"

Yao nodded contentedly, her big eyes sparkling with affection. "Junxiong...you still have to coax

me like this in the future, don't make me unhappy!"

"This isn't coaxing! Every word I say is the truth!"

I knew Yao was quite inexperienced in matters of love. Seeing that everyone around us was busy and hadn't

noticed us, I kissed her red lips to express my affection.

"Oh!"

Yao exclaimed in surprise, her cheeks flushing red in the blink of an eye from the ambush.

The beautiful woman's exclamation attracted the attention of those around her, but when their eyes turned to her, they were

all met with Yao's cold, murderous gaze, which frightened them into quickly turning their heads away.

Even the beautiful woman who had led the way was no exception; she quickly turned her head back, her mind filled with doubt:

Was that shy exclamation really made by this female gangster? Looking at her cold demeanor,

she was truly frightening... Hmm, that handsome guy next to her was much more impressive; he could actually make Miss Iwashita so obedient

and submissive to him. It seems that everyone has their nemesis...

After a short while, after passing through about ten open-plan rooms, the beautiful woman finally stopped in front of a tightly closed

door .

"General Affairs, Miss Iwashita has arrived,"

the beautiful woman reported in a pleasant voice.

The small door opened immediately, revealing the head of a strangely dressed girl. She wore a Western cowboy

hat, but her clothes were actually Chinese Tang suits with a skirt underneath. She had a pencil in her mouth

and a pair of sewing scissors in her hand.

Upon closer inspection, the girl was not very old, around twenty years old. Her long hair was tied up, and

she had delicate, pretty eyebrows. Her large eyes were very lively, with long, curled, dark eyelashes. Her small, straight nose

was delicate and charming, and her pink lips were full and luscious. Her cheeks were like the moon, and the lines of her entire face were soft and smooth. What a

charming and lovely young girl!

"Ah, Yao, why are you here so early? Wait a minute!"

The charming girl's voice was clear and melodious, but her movements were swift and hurried. Before Yao could speak, she

slammed the door shut.

Haruka wasn't angry. She waved her hand at me, "This girl has always been like this. You'll get used to it after a few more encounters

."

Suppressing my doubts, I smiled and nodded. At the beautiful woman's invitation, Haruka and I sat down at a small table not far

from the room.

"I'm so sorry, Ms. Iwashita," the beautiful woman

said with a smile as she brought us two steaming cups of milk tea, "Ms. Sanada is still inside and might not be out for a while."

"Ms. Sanada?"

Haruka frowned, as if she had just remembered something.

"Yes, Ms. Sanada Suzu,"

the beautiful woman said with a smile, "She seems to be attending a banquet tonight, so she came to ask the general affairs department for a dress

!"

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