[The Girls' School Teacher] (Episode 18, Chapter 12)

Chapter Twelve: The Kashufu Club

After another round of intense lovemaking, the young beauties, limp and exhausted, got into a taxi. The driver was

still the same auntie, but the location had changed to the entrance of a high-end apartment building.

Standing at a distance, watching their limp forms, I felt a mixture of tenderness and masculine

pride .

From two to five in the afternoon, for three hours, I possessed the four beauties again and again.

The girls, experiencing wave after wave of orgasms, all eventually passed out from the throes of ecstasy.

Finally, as agreed, I intended to ejaculate into the mouth of the busty beauty, but Eri,

unwilling to waste it, swallowed the essence with her delicate body, filling her womb to the brim—

as for Koharu, who had tried to compete with her, she was already fast asleep.

It wasn't until they woke up at eight in the evening, lazily ate dinner, and then I drove my Mercedes-Benz luxury

van into the parking lot of this upscale apartment building. I then had the girls take the elevator to the first floor, where they boarded

the taxi that was waiting at the apartment entrance, as agreed, and headed towards Sakura Academy.

Once there, I naturally couldn't accompany them. However, although the security system of this upscale apartment building

was very comprehensive, with security personnel and cameras everywhere, I didn't let my guard down. Each time, I watched them get into the car

from a distance before leaving with peace of mind.

It's a habit of mine as an assassin; I'm always

wary .

But in reality, in Japan, no one—gang members, ordinary thugs, police

— dared to lay a finger on them. Each of their backgrounds was incredibly impressive. Even

if they encountered a deranged madman, a few screams from them would draw hordes of people seeking overnight riches and fame

to their rescue.

I also gave each of the girls a silver syringe,

the same kind . I instructed them to carry it with them at all times when they went out; with this concealed weapon, very

few could get close.

However, relying on others or external objects wasn't a long-term solution. It seemed I

needed to start training the girls, teaching them some basic grappling techniques and one-hit kill moves, at least so

they could defend themselves.

After seeing the girls off, I strolled leisurely home. The girls had already

taken ; next time they came home after school, they would come back here in this Mercedes minivan to drive home.

Summer nights in Tokyo are a vibrant tapestry of lights and bustling activity.

The street where this upscale apartment building is located is particularly lively,

teeming with karaoke bars, izakayas, dance halls, and sanukos, teeming with young people.

As I walked, my phone vibrated in my pocket. I took it out and saw it was William calling. Putting on

my headset , I answered.

"Haha, Doctor, long time no see!"

William's laughter came through the phone. "How's it going? Japan's been quite lively lately, hasn't it?"

"Not really, it's none of my business,"

I replied casually.

"Don't be so cold. I was worried about your safety, so I went to investigate."

William said unfazed, continuing, "It's really interesting.

The top elites of the Kashuv Club, one of Russia's three major mafia groups, were actually captured in Japan. Tsk tsk, they were the most elite

killing machines in the former Soviet Union! Not only did they fail, but they were also captured. The Japanese are really something."

"The Kashuv Club?"

I frowned, a sense of unease rising within me.

It's well known that the reason Russian mafia gangs have risen to prominence,

wreaking havoc and striking fear into the hearts of their rivals, is because they have infiltrated so many former Soviet special forces elites.

These elites, selected from the more than five million soldiers of the former world's largest country,

have resorted to all sorts of cruel methods to survive for their families and themselves, especially after losing their original beliefs. They

target not only rival gang members but also countless civilians; anyone who stands in their way

is killed. It is precisely because of their formidable military strength that Russian gangs have occupied vast territories

around the world, especially in North America, South America, and Europe, accumulating immense wealth and further increasing their power. 　　Among these gangs, large and small, one of the three largest is the Kashuv Club . 　　The Kashuv Club specializes in assassinations and mercenary services. Assassinations are commonplace, especially in war-torn Africa, where they are often hired to kill leaders of opposing armed groups or act as protectors. 　　Given the numerous warlords in Africa, their mercenary business is thriving. 　　However, don't assume Africa is impoverished; in fact, it possesses abundant natural resources, such as diamonds, gems, and gold , covering almost the entire continent—which, of course, is also a root cause of African conflict. 　　Countless amounts of gold, diamonds, and gems obtained through these missions flow through Russia to major jewelry stores, generating substantial profits for them. This allows them to become one of Russia's top gangs, even without engaging in direct business operations. 　　The Kashuv Club, arguably the Russian mafia with the most elite members from the former Soviet Ministry of Internal Affairs, was structured with members ranked in four tiers based on ability: Special Grade, Grade One, Grade Two, and Grade Three. Missions were assigned based on the level of skill required. 　　However, the Kashuv Club was not a unified organization; it consisted of numerous smaller factions united only by shared interests, often operating independently. This explains why, despite possessing the most skilled members, it never became Russia's top criminal organization. 　　It also explains why no one came to rescue Pushkin and his associates —the Kashuv Club members would simply stand by and watch Pushkin's downfall. Rescuing them would require too much, involving a direct confrontation with a nation, which was simply not worthwhile. 　　My suspicion stems from the fact that the mastermind behind the scenes could hire members of the Kashuv Club once, and thus, hire even more...

The second time, if they come to Japan to cause trouble again, who knows what kind of uproar it will cause.

"By the way, Doctor, they're quite pitiful, completely made scapegoats."

William continued to sigh, "You know about the assassination of Mrs. Powell, right? It's rumored to be done by

one of , and someone also hired members of the Kashuf Club. Before the news even spread,

they came to Japan, and before they could even act, they were surrounded and attacked as the assassins of Mrs. Powell, and

several of them died in one fell swoop. In their rage, they actually chose to sabotage a major Japanese city, only to

be captured alive by a mysterious Japanese master. Isn't that incredibly unlucky?"

I found it both funny and absurd. "There's such a misunderstanding?"

"Of course!"

William laughed heartily, "That's why you say luck is very important in the assassin world. Doctor, you're not only

highly skilled, but also very lucky."

"You didn't call today to talk about this, did you?"

I asked calmly.

"Hehe, you know me best,"

William said. "There are five missions in total. Choose which ones you can take and give me an

answer."

"Okay."

After hanging up the phone, my expression turned serious.

I didn't believe that the experts from the Kashuf Club were just unlucky to be

surrounded by . Based on my experience, it was very likely that the real mastermind hidden in the shadows

had led the police to them, causing a series of battles between the police and them, while he himself managed to escape unscathed.

One of the top ten assassins in Europe?

Hmph! They better not cause trouble under my nose, or don't blame me for being impolite...

"Ah, Brother Toshio!"

While I was walking and thinking, a man suddenly ran up to me, excitedly greeting me.

Looking up, I saw it was Haruka's younger brother, Junichi Iwashita. Behind him, following closely were two burly

men and a beautiful girl who was panting heavily.

The two burly men had cold, sharp eyes and bulging waists, clearly carrying weapons; they appeared to be

bodyguards arranged by Yao for Iwashita Junichi.

The beautiful young woman was around twenty years old, not only stunningly beautiful but also possessing a fantastic figure and

fashionable . She carried a limited-edition Chanel handbag, estimated to be worth at least fifty thousand US dollars.

"Oh, it's Junichi,"

I smiled. "Still out so late?"

Iwashita Junichi was slightly taken aback, thinking it was only before ten o'clock, the nightlife had just begun, how could it be late?

But he quickly realized that his older brother, Toshio, was a teacher, an upright person, and naturally didn't have a

nightlife , so of course he would consider ten o'clock late.

"Haha, I'm fine, just out singing with my girlfriend,"

Junichi Iwashita answered honestly, casually adding to the beautiful girl, "Call him Brother Toshio!"

The beautiful girl was very perceptive; seeing her boyfriend

so respectful to this young and handsome man, she dared not be negligent. She smiled sweetly and said sweetly, "Brother Toshio..."

Junichi Iwashita waved to them, then leaned closer to me and whispered, "Brother Toshio, why

didn't you contact my sister after returning from Hokkaido? She's busy now, but if you asked, there'd be plenty of

time."

I smiled faintly, "Junichi, if people didn't know better, they'd think you were trying to sell my sister off,

and your sister is definitely the kind no one wants."

Junichi Iwashita quickly raised his hands, pleading, "Brother Toshio, don't joke around! If my sister

hears , I'll be dead!"

"It's not that I don't want to see her, it's just that I've been busy with PS1 lately, and I also have classes, so

I haven't had time,

" I said thoughtfully. "Your sister entrusted this to me, so I have to do a good job to make

her happy."

"Hey, Toshio-nii-san, you're certainly very busy, but that spendthrift isn't very kind,"

Iwashita Junichi said disdainfully. "He's been asking my sister out all the time lately, ostensibly to discuss how to operate

PS1, but isn't he really just trying to seduce her?"

"Inagawa Satoru? Isn't he married?"

"Yeah, this guy is not only married, but he also has five concubines. He actually tried to seduce my sister. Do you think my

sister would even look at him?"

Junichi Iwashita complained. "Satoru Inagawa is just a show-off. He doesn't know anything and

has no . No wonder he's ridiculed by the other trading companies. Oh, by the way, Brother Toshio, he was also

badmouthing you to my sister."

I nodded slightly. "What did he say?"

Junichi Iwashita quickly replied, "He said you pretend to know everything, give orders haphazardly, and after so many days, there

's still no progress. He even told my sister that you're here to swindle money from both our families."

Satoru Inagawa's resentment stemmed from feeling humiliated by Yuko, but Yuko hadn't told me about this,

so I didn't know.

However, Satoru Inagawa's character is indeed questionable. I'm at least helping your Inagawa-kai. Your father

hasn't said anything, so why are you rushing out to complain?

Seeing my silence, Junichi Iwashita assumed I was worried about being poached and quickly said, "Brother Toshio,

don't worry, my sister only has eyes for you. She almost never goes to Inagawa Satoru's invitations, and she

always takes me with her. It's just that Inagawa Satoru is so tactless; I wish I could give him a good beating!"

"Hitting someone isn't good,"

I chuckled. "I have a lot of faith in your sister. I was just thinking that next time he invites

her , I'll go with her and make him give up completely."

"Yes!"

Junichi Iwashita agreed excitedly. "Brother Toshio, you're a hundred times better than him. Let him see what

a Harvard super genius is like!"

His joy wasn't because he thought I could humiliate Inagawa Satoru, but because he had tested my feelings for his sister and

felt that her affections hadn't been wasted, so he was very gratified.

In his excitement, Junichi Iwashita's voice inevitably grew louder, and passersby heard it.

"Who's this Harvard genius?"

a cold, mocking voice came from the side. "You're exaggerating a bit too much, aren't you?"

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