A journey through the underworld, starting from the Tsubakihara family.

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"Hehehe, big sister, the game hasn't started yet, where are we going?"

With a wicked smile on her face, Hiraki Hanako leisurely approached step by step, her scarlet eyes full of amusement, enjoying the futile struggle of her prey.

Just as Watase Fuka was feeling desperate, the toilet door was suddenly blasted open by an invisible force.

Jingu Makoto leaned lazily against the door frame, glancing at the scene inside without a trace of emotion on his face.

He stretched out his hand and snapped his fingers lightly.

The black tentacles wrapped around Watase Fuka's legs instantly turned into wisps of smoke and vanished without a trace.

Watase Fuka's legs went weak, and she fell backward uncontrollably, only to fall into a warm and firm embrace.

"Are you alright, Fengxia?"

A familiar voice sounded above her head. Watase Fuka looked up and saw Jingu Makoto's handsome face. Miraculously, her wildly beating heart calmed down, and an unprecedented sense of security enveloped her.

"Jinggong...kun?"

"Hey, I've found you, you perverted exorcist."

Upon seeing the main character appear, Hanako Hiraki stopped in her tracks, but instead of panicking, she wore an expression of complete confidence.

"How dare you trespass on my territory and try to play the hero saving the damsel in distress?"

She stomped her foot, and the resentment in the entire toilet soared into the sky.

Thick, black liquid seeped from the walls, and the air seemed to solidify into a quagmire, making it hard to breathe.

"Slit-Mouthed Woman, attack!"

Upon hearing the words "Slit-Mouthed Woman," Watase Fuka's face instantly turned deathly pale.

The Slit-Mouthed Woman, the Toilet... Could this be Hanako from the Toilet?

However, what happened the next second left everyone present (including the demon) stunned, except for Makoto Jingu.

A red figure appeared behind Hanako like a ghost.

"Pfft!"

The sound of the sharp blade entering the flesh can be clearly heard.

Hanako Hiraki froze, looking down in disbelief at the enormous scissor-like point protruding from her chest.

"Why... why..."

"Goodness, Hanako-chan." The slit-mouthed woman's mature voice rang in Hanako's ear, carrying a hint of sweet cruelty, "It's all just the master's task."

As soon as she finished speaking, the Slit-Mouthed Woman pulled out scissors and grabbed Hanako's white shirt and red skirt.

"Tear-!"

The sound of the fabric tearing was particularly jarring.

Hanako's cute dress was instantly torn to shreds, revealing a mature, voluptuous, snow-white body that was completely out of place with her pretty face.

"You...you called him...master?" Hanako was completely stunned, forgetting even the shame of having her body exposed.

The slit-mouthed woman did not answer. Thick black energy emanated from her fingertips, transforming into several supple ropes. With an extremely skilled and professional technique, she bound Hanako into a standard tortoise shell bondage.

The black knots were deeply embedded in the snow-white skin, outlining a breathtaking curve.

Having done all this, the Slit-Mouthed Woman whistled with satisfaction, leaving the immobile Hanako hanging in mid-air like a piece of cured meat.

"Slit-mouthed woman! You traitor! What are you doing?!" Hanako twisted her body wildly, letting out a furious scream.

"Hanako-chan, you'd better just stay put."

The slit-mouthed woman gave her a charming smile, then completely ignored her "best friend" who was hanging in the air, as well as Watase Fuuka who had turned to stone, and turned into a red shadow, suddenly rushing into Jingu Makoto's arms.

"Master~ Did I do a great job?"

She nuzzled her cheek affectionately against Makoto Jingu's chest, then grabbed his hand and pressed it against the full curves of her body beneath her trench coat.

"Well, good job."

Jingu Makoto patted her head, signaling her to calm down.

Then he turned to look at Watase Fuka beside him.

The girl still had her mouth wide open, her large, light blue eyes filled with confusion, wondering, "Who am I? Where am I? What am I seeing?"

“Fengxia, as you can see, this is a special exorcism ritual,” Jingu Makoto explained in a serious tone. “The following scenes, in order to purify the resentment on her body, may be a bit… well, intense. In short, it’s not suitable for you to continue watching.”

"Huh? Oh... Oh!" Watase Fuuka seemed to snap out of her daze. Although her mind was still a mess, she nodded subconsciously. "Um... Jingu-kun, please be careful!"

After giving her a word of advice, she quickly pushed open the door behind her and fled from this eerie place as if she were escaping.

Seeing that Watase Fuka had left safely, Jingu Makoto then turned his gaze to Hanako, who was hanging in mid-air.

The girl's innocent face was filled with humiliation and anger, but her full breasts, which rose and fell slightly with her breath, and the rounded lines of her buttocks outlined by ropes, exuded a strange allure.

Even in such a predicament, Hiraki Hanako remained incredibly arrogant.

"You perverted exorcist, just you wait. I will repay you tenfold for everything you've done today!"

Before Jingu Makoto could speak, the Slit-Mouthed Woman beside him became impatient.

She skillfully used a black rope to lift the white panties that had fallen from the tattered fabric on the ground.

"It's noisy."

The Slit-Mouthed Woman snorted and stuffed the small piece of cloth into Hanako's incessantly chattering mouth, turning all her shouts into incomprehensible "mmm" sounds.

After silencing Hanako, the Slit-Mouthed Woman returned to Makoto Jingu's side, hugging his arm and rubbing it repeatedly with her ample breasts.

"Master~ Can I get my reward now? I can't wait~"

As a person who is fair in rewarding and punishing, Jingu Makoto was naturally not stingy. He put one arm around the slit-mouthed woman's soft waist and lifted her chin with the other.

The slit-mouthed woman obediently raised her head, her heterochromatic eyes filled with expectation and fascination, and proactively brought her torn red lips closer.

Without the slightest hesitation, Jingu Makoto kissed her directly.

With a soft whimper, the slit-mouthed woman's teeth were easily pried open, and the long red snake greedily plundered every inch of the sweetness in her mouth.

The sticky sound of water echoed in the gloomy toilet, both ambiguous and clear.

The slit-mouthed woman's body went limp instantly, almost hanging on Jingu Makoto's body, but her arms wrapped around his neck even tighter, desperately responding.

When the kiss ended, glistening threads of silk stretched from the corners of their lips.

Jingu Makoto's hand also slipped inside the hem of his trench coat.

As always, it was completely covered up on the outside, but there was nothing inside, highlighting the contrast.

The moment his palm touched that warm, moist surface, an astonishing dampness instantly seeped between his fingers.

After stirring it a few times, it was as if a river of spring water had burst its banks.

It's really burning.

Jingu Makoto raised his hand and slammed it heavily onto the round, pert jade plate, producing a crisp sound.

"Lie down!"

Chapter 103 Hanako's Spirit Core

The two simple words made the Slit-Mouthed Woman tremble with excitement.

She obediently released Jingu Makoto and turned around to brace herself against the cold tiled wall in front of her.

The red trench coat was lifted up to her waist, revealing her high, full curves.

Peach blossoms float on flowing water, and abalone are plump. Faced with this scene, Shingu Seiya takes out his magic weapon, the Vajra Pestle.

He strode forward, grasped the two full moons firmly in his hands, and began a frenzied reward ceremony for the meritorious officials.

Phase dive, charged punch, reckless swing...

A smooth, quick combo sent the lacerated woman trembling, her singing continuing unabated:

"Oh!...Master..."

"That's incredible!..."

"Ugh... harder..."

"Clap! Clap! Clap!"

Inside the toilet, rhythmic slapping sounds mingled with the sticky gurgling of water.

Knowing that what lay before him was a monster, and that no matter how much he struggled, nothing would happen, the man's movements became increasingly wild and powerful, each one reaching straight to the earth's core.

The slit-mouthed woman's fingers, which were white from excessive force, left futile scratches on the smooth tiles as she braced herself against the wall.

Hanako Hiraki, who was hanging in mid-air, was completely dumbfounded.

On her innocent and adorable face, the expression shifted from initial disdain to shock, and finally to deep fear.

What terrified and baffling her even more was that as those embarrassing voices continued to come, a strange tremor arose deep within her body.

"Ugh! Uh-huh!"

Hanako writhed wildly, the black ropes of resentment carving deeper lines into her snow-white skin, making her voluptuous figure even more breathtaking.

She tried to escape, but after being ambushed by the Slit-Mouthed Woman, her strength was greatly diminished, making it virtually impossible for her to break free from the Slit-Mouthed Woman's control.

What should I do? I absolutely cannot accept being humiliated like this!

Just then, the Slit-Mouthed Woman let out a long, satisfied cry, her entire body shook violently, and then her spiritual core was filled with Shingu Makoto's yang energy.

Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes rolled back, and glistening liquid clung to the corners of her mouth; she had already reached the clouds.

Jingu Makoto stepped back, looked at his masterpiece, and a satisfied expression appeared on his face.

His body was still full of yang energy, showing no signs of fatigue, as if he had just done a warm-up exercise.

While giving himself a mental thumbs up, Makoto Jingu slowly straightened his clothes and then turned his gaze to the "trophy" that was hanging up.

With the rope bindings, Hanako's O-cup breasts were accentuated to be extremely impressive; even her plump, long legs were deeply encased in them.

"Hanako, it seems you're enjoying this." Makoto Jingu smiled even more broadly as he looked at Hanako's drooling little mouth.

"Mmm..." Hanako wanted to shout back, but the panties stuffed in her mouth blocked all sound, leaving only incomprehensible sobs.

"Oh, I forgot, you can't speak right now." Makoto Jingu reached out, pinched the soaked cloth between two fingers, and yanked it out of Hanako's mouth.

"Pah! I advise you to let me go, or I will definitely kill you."

The moment she regained her freedom, Hanako immediately shouted angrily in a sweet voice, but compared to her previous arrogant appearance, she seemed rather weak inside.

"Kill me?" Jingu Makoto chuckled, his face full of mockery. "With your current condition, you wouldn't even be able to move, let alone kill me."

He reached out and pulled the rope down, then gently poked Hanako's puffed-up cheek with the vajra pestle that had just been used to reward the Slit-Mouthed Woman and was still shimmering with a faint golden light.

"you!"

The scalding heat and lingering scent made Hanako's face flush instantly, filled with shame and indignation.

"What do you mean, 'what do you mean, 'what do you mean'?" Jingu Makoto's smile became even more sinister. "I've already given your good sister a proper 'reward'."

"Now it's your turn. Open your mouth!"

"You, um..." Her lips were violently forced open, and Hiraki Hanako's angry curse was also blocked.

The golden light from the vajra frantically drove away the black energy in Hiraki Hanako's throat.

What brought Hanako Hiraki pain was not just simple suffocation, but more so the helplessness of her own strength being gradually worn away.

"Gurgle... Waaah..."

Only after Hanako had completely swallowed the demon-slaying power did Makoto Jingu pull out the demon-slaying pestle.

He looked at Hanako's face, which was filled with holy light, without the slightest pity, and simply continued his exorcism.

With a little force, Hiraki Hanako spun 180°.

Two round lotus petals faced his Vajra pestle.

"Cough cough cough... Dame! Stop! I was wrong!..."

After being severely punished, Hanako Hiraki panicked. She struggled desperately, but this only made the rope tighten even more.

Why then do you act arrogantly before becoming respectful?