[The Girls' School Teacher] (Episode 19, Chapter 6)

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Chapter Six: A Gentle Embrace It was

evening, at a barbecue restaurant near Honmachi.

I sat in a Japanese-style private room, opposite the stunningly beautiful but slightly weary Haruka.

Aside from some open-air resorts or park barbecue areas, Japanese barbecue restaurants almost always

use natural gas.

The reason is simple: using charcoal or firewood produces unbearable smoke. If you use

an exhaust fan to remove the smoke, the fire won't ignite, and without heat, how can you barbecue? Even so-called

smokeless charcoal has a very pungent smell in a closed room, which isn't very suitable.

"Sizzle..."

The fat from the pork belly slowly dripped onto the surface of the grill, along with the pile of cabbage and onions, creating a

delightful sound.

Japanese barbecue has its own unique characteristics; they like to place wild vegetables at the bottom, then put the meat on top, waiting for

the temperature to rise so that the juices from the vegetables and meat mix together, allowing the meat and vegetables to soak up the flavor—

it's incredibly delicious.

However, I felt this was more like cooking than barbecuing. 　　Authentic barbecuing involves

placing meat and vegetables on a wire mesh over glowing red-hot charcoal or firewood, letting them char slightly before eating – that's what makes it genuine. When it comes to barbecuing experts, Argentinians are undoubtedly the best. 　　The Pampas plains, so rich in produce, never lack beef and lamb . Because of this abundance, Argentinians have a deep passion for barbecuing. It's said that if a young man in a family doesn't have excellent barbecuing skills, he'll never find a good girl. 　　Every Argentinian who travels abroad takes their barbecuing techniques with them, and thanks to their widespread popularity, many have adopted it in Japan, where it tastes quite good. 　　Argentinian barbecuing is simple: the meat is cut into large chunks, lightly marinated , and then grilled over charcoal. During grilling, only a little salt is added. They believe that this method brings out the exceptional freshness and original flavor of the meat, a true gift from the earth. 　　However, the key to delicious Argentine barbecue is using fresh ingredients. Generally, Argentinians only use meat from the Pampas plains, and this strict selection of ingredients largely contributes to its global popularity. 　　Japanese people, aside from Chinese cuisine, only eat foreign foods as a novelty or for gatherings; they generally prefer their own country's food. 　　Therefore, even though Argentine barbecue is incredibly popular, these ordinary Japanese barbecue restaurants are just as thriving . 　　The beautiful woman across from me still smiled gently, and her words and the way she served me food conveyed her tenderness, but I also saw a deep weariness in her eyes. 　　On the night the teenagers in Osaka Prefecture were attacked, Haruka called to confirm my safety. 　　Among those attacked was Aoki Takaaki, the son of the Yamaguchi-gumi's leader's younger brother, who had just met with Iwashita Junichi . While Haruka received calls from her father and several gang elders, Iwashita Junichi's report also arrived. 　　Although she knew no one was injured, Haruka was still very nervous. She only breathed a sigh of relief . 　　From last night until today, she had been busy coordinating manpower for a large-scale search and arrest of members of the Korean gang. This was a major event concerning the stability of Japan, and Haruka's Iwashita Group was naturally duty-bound to participate. She knew that anyone who didn't work hard in this major counterattack would face united resistance and hostility from the powerful conglomerates and aristocrats who controlled the nation's economic lifeline. 　　Because she had to direct many matters on the spot, Haruka only managed to sleep for an hour on her small bed at home until 6 PM this afternoon before coming here to have dinner with me. 　　Haruka had a poor appetite and only ate a little cabbage and onions, plus a small cornbread that the restaurant gave her, before she couldn't eat anymore. 　　But her hands didn't stop; she kept putting cooked meat and wild vegetables into my bowl and occasionally refilling my warm sake, displaying the image of a dutiful wife. 　　The beauty talked about all the interesting things that had happened recently, without mentioning anything about the gang, not even the PS1 business strategy she had entrusted me with for fifty million US dollars. 　　This girl really knows how to keep the pressure to herself and bring joy to others! 　　Thinking of this, I sighed and put down my chopsticks. 　　Yao, who was putting a piece of fatty mutton into my bowl, was stunned when she saw this. "Aren't you going to eat? Junxiong, you should eat more to stay healthy." 　　I smiled, got up and sat down next to her, and reached out a hand to wrap around the beauty's slender waist . 　　The moment I hugged her, Yao visibly trembled. Although the beauty's first kiss was with me, we hadn't actually been intimate many times. The beauty always felt a shy feeling of her heart pounding when she was in such close contact. 　　"You want... um..." 　　Before the beauty could finish speaking, her small mouth was sealed by me. My tongue entered her small mouth, wrapped around her smooth little tongue, and began a gentle entanglement. 　　Don't let her usual decisive and shrewd nature fool you; in matters of the heart, she's a complete novice. She let me hold her and kiss her, doing nothing . 　　Yao was still wearing her trench coat, her soft, alluring body nestled in my arms, her firm breasts pressing against my chest. Soon, Yao's body heated up. 　　I didn't make any further moves. After kissing her until she almost fainted, I pulled her back into my arms, letting her lean against my shoulder. 　　"If you're tired, take a nap!" 　　I whispered gently in her ear. 　　"If I fall asleep, you won't have any bad intentions and just...do that to me, will you?" 　　Yao asked, her face flushed with a mixture of shyness and nervousness. 　　"You call yourself a gang leader? Who does this while a girl is sleeping?" 　　I kissed her rosy cheek. "Sweetie, go to sleep. I'll wake you up later." 　　"Mmm..." Yao was tired after all, and after eating something, she wanted to sleep even more, especially with me holding her.

Her man, the one she admired and loved, was in such a warm embrace that she naturally

drifted off to sleep within minutes.

The moment she fell asleep, I turned off the gas. The private room was quiet, perfect for sleep.

As a martial arts master, I could remain motionless for

over so keeping the beauty asleep in this position was no challenge for me.

I even adjusted her position slightly to allow her to sleep more soundly.

Once Yao was asleep, I placed my other hand below her lower abdomen,

at a warm stream of true energy entered her body.

Following my guidance, the true energy flowed slowly through her meridians, not only making

her sleep more peacefully but also replenishing her vital energy. The fatigue of the past two days

would . Unlike the legendary, ruthless, and two-faced leader of the Iwashita-gumi , Haruka always appears gentle

in my presence , making me want to protect and cherish her. 　　Perhaps this is just the multifaceted nature of everyone! 　　These past few days in Tokyo have been anything but peaceful, even in this small barbecue restaurant. 　　Around nine o'clock, a commotion erupted outside, followed by the opening of the private rooms near the outside. The people who stormed in ordered the diners to produce identification, not exactly brutal, but certainly not polite. 　　Following last night's bloody operation, tonight's search and shootout were inevitable. I heard the stunned Koreans had begun to retaliate, and the Japanese were also suffering casualties. 　　It seems everyone is on edge. 　　It's no exaggeration to say that if any Korean man is spotted outside, four or five rush at him. If they can't produce proof of employment, they'll be tackled to the ground and taken to the gang's headquarters for interrogation. 　　There are many Koreans in Japan, and quite a few gangs, at least twenty or thirty. Regardless of which gang leader came up with the bad idea to wipe out all the noble young masters and ladies of Kansai, they're probably already tasting the bitter fruit of their scheme. 　　"Thump!" 　　A dull thud followed, and the paper door was pulled open from the outside. Several thin young men walked 　　in with cold expressions. "You, and your woman, show us your identification, quickly!" 　　The leader paused slightly upon seeing Yao's beautiful face, his tone much gentler than when he searched the other rooms . 　　"Are you from the Yamaguchi-gumi, Sumiyoshi-kai, or Inagawa-kai?" 　　I didn't do as he said, still holding Yao. Fortunately, Yao was fast ; otherwise, even a few noises would have woken her. 　　Hearing me name my gang, the men were startled. The two at the back reached for their machetes at their waists . 　　The leader's tone grew increasingly cold. He stepped forward, "What business is it of yours where we're from? Do as I say, or I won't be polite!" 　　I frowned, sizing up the men before me. I quickly noticed the badges on their chests—the insignia of the Inagawa-kai. 　　Just before they could impatiently make a move, I calmly said, "My name is Liu Junxiong. I have some connections with Mr. Inagawa Masakiyo. Please leave; don't disturb my girlfriend's rest." 　　Inagawa Masakiyo? 　　The men were immediately dumbfounded. 　　The Inagawa-kai was enormous. While not comparable to the Yamaguchi-gumi's claimed 100,000+ members, it certainly had 50,000 to 60,000 . These men were merely low-ranking members of the Inagawa-kai, and this was the first time they had encountered someone who dared to address Inagawa Masakiyo by his name. 　　"Uh... Mr. Liu... you... ah! I remember now!" 　　After glancing at me a few times, the leader turned his eyes to the vaguely familiar Yao, his expression immediately changing to humble and obsequious. "I'm so sorry to have bothered you, we'll be leaving now, we'll be leaving now!" 　　With that, he turned his back to the door and led his men out step by step. 　　Even after closing the door again, the underling still respectfully bowed before quietly leaving... 　　"Boss, does he really know the chairman?" 　　After they left the barbecue restaurant, one of his men asked quietly. 　　"Yes, a friend of the chairman, why would he come to this small barbecue restaurant, and he's so young ... although his girlfriend is really beautiful." 　　Another underling said with a drooling look. 　　"Bang!" 　　The foreman immediately slapped his subordinate. "Damn it, am I as stupid as you? You even know his girlfriend is pretty? Do you even know who she is?" 　　"Who is she? Tokyo is so big, how would we know who she is? We're not like you, with such extensive connections." 　　The slapped subordinate was very obedient, and the foreman was very satisfied with the flattery. 　　"Of course, who am I? You can't possibly compare to me!" 　　the foreman said smugly. "That beautiful woman sleeping in Mr. Liu's arms, I only saw her once in Hokkaido by chance. She's the boss of the Iwashita Group, Iwashita Haruka!" 　　"Ah? That vicious snake?" 　　The subordinate who had just had some inappropriate thoughts about Haruka almost had his eyes pop out. " Is she really the same person as that gentle beauty sleeping in her boyfriend's arms? Boss, you're not mistaken, are you?" 　　"Definitely not!" 　　the foreman said with a smile. "It was because she was sleeping so gently in her boyfriend's arms that I wasn't sure . But then Mr. Liu mentioned knowing the chairman, and I suddenly realized that it must be Iwashita Haruka !" 　　Saying this, he touched his chest and took a breath. "Luckily, we didn't wake her up, otherwise we would have had to accept being beaten up!" 　　"Yeah, yeah!" 　　The subordinates felt just as happy as he did. 　　"Hehe, boss, don't you think there's always something that can subdue something else?"

The most astute henchman suddenly chuckled, "Even though the leader of the Iwashita group is ruthless and vicious,

when she meets her destined man, doesn't she become as docile as a concubine?"

"Hahaha..."

The group burst into laughter. The analogy was apt; if their leader hadn't explained it earlier, they would

n't have dared to connect the sleeping, gentle beauty with that venomous snake.

Overjoyed, the leader also indulged in a moment of generosity, "Come on, this is

the last , I'll treat you all to drinks! To celebrate escaping a disaster!"

"Thanks, boss!"

The henchmen happily surrounded their leader, gradually disappearing into the distance.

Even small people have their own kind of happiness, don't they?

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