[The Girls' School Teacher] (Episode 16, Chapter 5)

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Chapter Five: A Secluded Valley

On the way back to the hotel, police dogs and fully armed officers were everywhere.

Checkpoints and roadblocks were set up on the streets far away, creating a very tense atmosphere.

The common people would never know what was happening. Everything that had happened yesterday was declared

a live-fire exercise and a joint military drill. As for those working nearby, a secret gag order was issued;

anyone who dared to say anything would be spending over a decade in the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department prison.

Just as I entered the hotel lobby, I saw a middle-aged

couple Upon closer inspection, I recognized them as Nobuyuki Tendo and Yoshimi Tendo.

"Sir!" Seeing me enter, they stood up. The special police officers nearby, presumably recognizing them,

did not stop them.

I nodded and walked over, saying, "I heard from Junxiong that Miss Tendo has recovered very well and should

be fine now, able to resume her usual activities."

"Yes, thank you for your concern, sir." Tendo Nobuyuki replied respectfully yet elegantly, "Sir,

we are overjoyed that you have come to Hokkaido again. Last time, due to Madam Asai's illness, you left in a hurry,

and we didn't have time to express our gratitude. Therefore, we must invite you to our home for a family banquet this time. We hope you

will agree; the time is up to you."

"There's no need for a family banquet; I have things to do these few days." I declined as usual.

Dr. Nak can only appear in medical-related settings. If he appears too often, it will inevitably

overlap with Liu Junxiong's identity, which may cause considerable trouble.

"Sir, you are unaware of this," Tendo Shumei chuckled. "My daughter has always been very opinionated, and this family

dinner was her idea. She said she wanted to personally thank you for your miraculous medical skills! Also, she said that since

you are Teacher Liu's friend, you are also her elder, and it is only

proper ."

My eyes narrowed. Diewu had even brought up Liu Junxiong and called me an elder; she had really gone to great lengths.

I worried that if I didn't go, she might simply invite me and Liu Junxiong together, which would be quite amusing.

But why didn't this little girl inform me when she called last night?

Seeing that I was no longer so adamant, Tendo Shumei added, "Diewu originally wanted to invite her teacher, who is also your

good friend, Mr. Liu, but we thought we would have a long time to meet Mr. Liu, and besides, it would be too much trouble for him to make a special trip now.

So, this time only you will attend. Next time, when we have time, we will invite you and

Mr. Liu ."

I see.

I breathed a sigh of relief, hesitated for a moment, and said, "Then tonight it is."

"Okay! Thank you!" The Tendo couple were overjoyed. After chatting for a few words, they hurriedly left. I saw

them pick up the phone as soon as they stepped out the door, clearly busy making arrangements.

"Junxiong, what if they want Mr. Nak and Liu Junxiong to attend the banquet together?" Kyoka teased playfully as she entered

the room .

"Then there's no other way." I shrugged. "My little Kyoka will have to dress up as

Mr. ."

"Me?" Kyoka pointed at herself in shock, then remembered my unpredictable disguise skills. After thinking about it

carefully , she thought it was very possible, so she chuckled. "Okay, but if you get caught, you'll have

to cover for me."

"I won't get caught." I suddenly put on a stern face and said coldly, "You just need to keep a cold face like me,

say only a few words, or just ignore people. I guarantee no one will recognize you."

"Pfft..." Kyoka reached out and gently punched me. "You're so annoying... So when I

was with you before, you pretended to be like this? I was so scared that I was afraid to even breathe loudly...

You bad guy..."

I smiled slightly and hugged the beauty. "Bad? Then I'll show you how bad I can be."

"Ah...no...it's only noon...ah...Junxiong..." In the blink of an eye, the beautiful

doctor 's breasts were already breached, and the next moment, we were lying on the bed.

"Oh..."

After the caresses, with a soft moan, my member entered the muddy path. The beauty was, after all, a virgin

, and her flower path was incredibly tight, immediately bringing me immense pleasure.

However, in this situation, I couldn't go any deeper for a while, so I kissed the beauty's

cheeks , and immediately received a passionate response from Kyoka.

Sunlight shone through the window, making the fine down on the beauty's body glitter like gold,

breathtakingly beautiful ... At six o'clock in the evening, Kyoka and I got into the Japanese National Police Agency's car. The luxury

car sent by the Tendo family to pick me up could only serve as a guide.

There was no other way; the Japanese National Police Agency was on high alert and could not afford the slightest mistake.

A convoy of twelve cars and thirty-eight motorcycles set off in a grand procession towards the Tendo

Historic Residence .

The US military was also prepared; two of the extended vans carried

elite Marines ranked among the top twenty from the Okinawa base. For the Americans, they might not be so nervous around the Goryeo-kai Hospital,

but this was the bare minimum of protection should Mr. Nach leave the house.

Once again, Mr. and Mrs. Tendo, accompanied by two butlers and a group of servants, respectfully

greeted us at the entrance.

I noticed that they were all wearing traditional Japanese kimonos. Tendo Nobuyuki and Tendo Shumi's

kimonos were particularly antique in style, with excellent color and sheen, yet clearly dating back hundreds of years.

Kyoka and I dressed a bit more formally. The beautiful doctor's dress was a limited edition Gucci

dress ; she was heartbroken when she got back from spending so much money. Even though

Suzuki's private clinic had been making a fortune lately, she still wasn't used to such extravagant spending.

However, women always love to shop. After our lovemaking, Kyoka was so exhausted she collapsed on the bed, unable to move a single

finger . But remembering I was taking her to visit the Tendo family, the beautiful doctor forced

herself to get up and went shopping with the police officers and bodyguards.

Of course, she wasn't just buying for herself; she actually spent two-thirds of the time looking at what to buy for me.

The clothes fit. Kyoka knew I didn't like to adorn myself with external things; in fact, I

was already an extremely dazzling presence. But dressing up one's boyfriend is always a girl's nature, and Kyoka

was no exception. Naturally, she wanted to choose a suitable outfit for her man.

After much deliberation, the beauty finally returned with an Armani suit, which the sales clerk had

strongly recommended. It was worth two hundred thousand US dollars, a high-end piece from the Armani collection, but it was a bit pricey—looking at

her surrounded by a large group of police officers as bodyguards, and so beautiful and charming, who else would the saleswomen

rip off if not her?

I complimented the beauty a few times, then changed into the suit. The effect was quite good. However, I didn't tell

her that two years ago I treated Armani's wife, and since then, he had been sending me several

suits he had hand-sewn every quarter, regardless of whether I wore them or not.

In fact, I didn't wear any of them. I consigned all the clothes to auction houses, and donated all the proceeds to several

orphanages ... But even knowing that I sold the clothes every time, Armani still insisted on sending them over

. That old man is quite something .

Most importantly, it's the thought that counts.

Things my wife buys are always better than others'.

Until I entered the dining room, I still didn't see Butterfly.

She wouldn't be so clueless; that little girl definitely has some kind of scheme in mind.

The Tendo family's dining room is decorated in the traditional Japanese style, similar to

the layout I saw when Kuroda Sanpei of the "Nine Fox Clan" entertained Sanada Atsushi, but in terms of layout, color scheme, and decoration, it

far surpasses that time.

Thinking about it, it's not surprising. The Tendo family has a history of over a thousand years, so their understanding of ancient customs and etiquette

is naturally much better than that half-baked Kuroda family. After taking our seats according to the guests' seating, the spacious dining room

felt quite empty because there were only four of us.

Moreover, we used traditional Japanese seating, one person per table, arranged on either side, at least

five meters apart.

Servants brought the food and drinks in turn, then quickly closed the door and left, leaving only a few maids to serve.

The police wanted to guard the place inside, but I called them out.

What's the point of eating if you're surrounded by armed police?

Tonight's dinner was mainly light kaiseki cuisine. Although kaiseki cuisine is simple and unpretentious, I

know that formal banquets in large families often feature kaiseki. A feast doesn't necessarily represent

respect; simple meals can also express heartfelt sentiment.

Nobuyuki Tendo and Shumi Tendo weren't surprised at all that I brought Kyoka. After all, they had heard the rumors and

gossip , and they firmly believed that I came to Japan because of Kyoka. They thought that

only such a beautiful and elegant woman could be worth Mr. Nach giving up everything in America!

Slightly unexpectedly, Kyoka and I didn't hold hands; she

didn't even link her arm with mine, which seemed a bit inappropriate.

Little did I know, this was intentional. Being too intimate on the surface wouldn't fit Nak's

identity and personality, and my identity as Liu Junxiong would easily lead some to connect Nak and Liu Junxiong through Kyoka

, causing inconvenience for those around me.

After several rounds of toasts from the couple, Tendo Nobuyuki put down his glass and said, "Sir, Miss Suzuki,

I'm for this opportunity to entertain you. Now, we have a carefully prepared program for you

to enjoy during your meal."

A thought struck me.

"Clap clap..."

Tendo Nobuyuki clapped his hands, and the lights in the dining room immediately dimmed. At the head table, facing south, a

curtain slowly parted, revealing a small, square table.

A young girl stood gracefully on the table, her figure obscured by the dim lighting. All I could see

was the graceful figure of the young girl beneath her tight-fitting clothes; her face and anything else remained obscured.

Before, with the curtain in place, I couldn't see much, but I did notice the breathing of several people

there. These faint breaths, belonging to women, led me to believe they were maids waiting in the back.

Now I realized that Butterfly Dance had been preparing over there.

"Ding..."

The first note of the guzheng, clear and melodious, resonated throughout the dining hall. The sound, though loud, was not shrill; though far-reaching,

it did not dissipate. With just that one note, I understood what it meant for a lingering melody to resonate for days.

The guzheng player, positioned to the right rear of the small platform, was clearly a young girl, probably

around .

The melodious and elegant Japanese guzheng music, as the first note unfolded, slowly flowed into the tranquil atmosphere of the dining hall

. Once the listeners had calmed their minds, a sudden high note rose, invigorating our

spirits .

Just after that high note, the stage lights blazed on, revealing the girl who had stood

motionless . Butterfly

Dance, dressed in a magnificent, form-fitting, seven-colored ancient costume, accentuated her exquisite elegance, like a

blooming , radiant and dazzling.

To the sound of the guzheng, the dance began gracefully. Butterfly Dance exaggeratedly imitated a bird, sometimes

soaring joyfully, sometimes struggling against a raging storm, sometimes happy, sometimes sad…

Every movement of the beautiful girl was so natural, so moving. Every gesture, every smile, every

expression , every posture, was presented before us, accompanied by the music.

She and the imitated bird became one on stage, making us share the bird's joy

and sorrow, lamenting its fate while Butterfly Dance's vivid image was deeply etched

into our hearts.

Kyoka, sitting next to me, watched with tears in her eyes, yet also laughed heartily. Butterfly Dance seemed like

a master of emotional manipulation; her weapon was her dance, and none who saw it could escape.

Even I, in this moment of complete openness, felt as if I were watching

the life of this little bird—a life full of twists and turns, touching and full of indomitable fighting spirit, it was so adorable.

"Thump..."

The dance ended with a difficult twist and a single-leg stand, concluding the dance.

During the ten-minute dance, the beautiful girl perfectly portrayed the life of a bird, earning

us enthusiastic applause.

Except for my role as Mr. Nak, which required indifference and only allowed for a few light claps, the Tendo couple

and Kyoka practically clapped their hands raw.

Chomai lowered her legs, panting, her chest heaving. She was already sweating profusely,

and now the sweat dripped down her face. Luckily, she was performing without makeup; otherwise, the makeup mixed with

sweat would have surely stained her delicate features in various colors.

After a gentle bow to us, Chomai and the girl behind her ran hand-in-hand to the back.

Looking at the girl playing the zither's back, I felt a sense of déjà vu.

Chomai wasn't running away; she had simply changed her clothes before returning. As they left the dining room, the lights slowly came on, revealing the satisfied and excited smiles

of the Tendo couple across the table . 　　Tendo Nobuyuki raised his glass, smiling, and said, "This is one of my daughter's favorite pieces. Even we don't usually get to see it, so today it's all thanks to you, sir and Miss Suzuki!" 　　"Mr. Tendo, you're too kind. Miss Chomai's graceful dance is truly the first time I've ever seen it... " Kyoka replied with a smile, not at all shy. "I was just thinking how ..." 　　"Hehe, Miss Suzuki, Chomai only ever dances for herself. If you'd like to see it, please ask you, sir or Mr. Yanagi. Don't forget to invite me!" Tendo Shumi said earnestly . 　　Everyone understood the beautiful girl's mindset. She didn't like her dances being appreciated by vulgar people, or used as mere embellishment, nor did she have to dance just because someone wanted to see it... In this bustling world, there are always those who hold a devout heart for their art, unmoved by worldly affairs. 　　Kyoka turned her eyes to me, and I nodded, saying, "The best performance is one without any ulterior motives. If you try to force it, it will only make things worse." 　　Tendou Nobuyuki laughed heartily, "Absolutely, absolutely! You are also my daughter's confidant!" 　　As he spoke, Chomai came out in a different outfit, her face still flushed, looking youthful and energetic . 　　"Sir..." Butterfly Dance picked up a glass of wine and walked towards me, gracefully kneeling before my table, raising both hands: "Thank you for restoring my face to its original state." 　　"If such a beautiful dance were not complemented by such ethereal beauty, it would lose much of its luster. Therefore , since it is one's own appearance, maintaining its beauty is never a sin." I raised my glass and clinked it with hers: "Miss Butterfly Dance, wishing you happiness!" 　　A glint flashed in Butterfly Dance's eyes, and after drinking the wine with me, she smiled elegantly: "Sir, you speak somewhat like Junxiong... You have many grand principles, but they are all for persuading others." 　　I put down my glass: "If you want to persuade, you naturally have the reasons to persuade. Your teacher is very good; you can learn more from him, and I believe your life will be more wonderful." 　　The beautiful girl nodded slightly: "Sir, you are just as wonderful as him! Only he can be your friend, and only you are his confidante!" 　　She said these words to me last night, only as her teacher. Now she said them again, with the same sincerity, which made me realize that her level of skill in dance is actually quite high. 　　It seems that people who excel in their respective fields share a common vision and level of understanding; otherwise, she wouldn't have been able to articulate such a principle. 　　After the toasts, Butterfly Dance returned to her parents' side, where a small table was set up again. 　　The beautiful girl didn't talk much, but she chatted happily with Kyoka, though they were a bit far apart. Fortunately, there was no noise, so it wasn't an obstacle. 　　Midway through the conversation, Kyoka mentioned the girl who played the guzheng, saying that the guzheng and dance complemented each other perfectly . 　　Upon hearing this, Butterfly Dance revealed a sly smile: "Kyoka-neechan, would you like to meet this guzheng player?" 　　"Ah, is that alright?" the beauty exclaimed excitedly, "I really want to see which master plays so well." 　　"However, perhaps the master doesn't want to see her, so she's afraid to come out." Butterfly Dance's true colors were revealed the next moment, her eyes meeting mine. 　　Hearing her say this, I smiled inwardly. These two little girls are being deliberately mysterious; they deserve a spanking! 　　No wonder that figure looked so familiar in the dim light; it was her.

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