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

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Jingu Makoto's attention was also drawn to the two figures.

A stunningly beautiful brown-haired woman, carrying shopping bags, walked into the tram car with the flow of people and found a spot near the door to stand.

Although she was wearing a loose white dress, it was still difficult to hide her stunning figure.

A slender waist, a pert bottom, and high, firm breasts. As the tram moved along, her ample bosom swayed gently with the inertia, attracting attention.

Her slender hand gripped the armrest, and on her ring finger, a silver ring shimmered with a peculiar light.

This lady is very nice!

While Jingu Makoto was sighing, the system's voice finally arrived.

[Beep beep, a female lead available for contract formation has been detected!]

[Name: Kimura Yumiko]

[Personality: Gentle, cheerful, and with a contrasting personality]

Hobbies: Doing housework

[Introduction: A newlywed housewife, married for six months, but she hasn't had any deep conversations with her husband. Yumiko is secretly troubled by this, wondering if she lacks charm.]

So it was you. I've seen this show before.

If I remember correctly, her husband is an anime fan who really loves going to comic conventions.

Ultimately, this led to his wife being taken advantage of by the blond-haired man.

Getting back to the point, the reason I say there were two figures is because behind Mrs. Yumiko, a sleazy middle-aged man in a wrinkled Brazilian suit was approaching her.

Judging from his shifty, weasel-like appearance, he's definitely a pervert on the train.

At this moment, he was rubbing his hands together and swallowing his saliva repeatedly, clearly wanting to take advantage of the crowded situation in the car.

Chapter 68 Yumiko's Thanks

The middle-aged man could no longer contain himself. Just imagining the slender figure before him made his heart race.

"Hehe...this is the easiest to deal with..."

Even if she were discovered, she probably wouldn't dare to make a sound on such a crowded tram; and even if she did dare to ask for help, what could they do to her without evidence?

He chuckled to himself, and taking advantage of the swaying of the carriage, he pretended to be unsteady on his feet and slowly approached Kimura Yumiko.

Just as that lecherous hand was about to touch the alluring curves of her buttocks—

Yumiko suddenly turned around gracefully, as if she was tired of standing and wanted to adjust her posture.

In the instant their eyes met, she clearly saw the dirty hand hovering in mid-air with malicious intent, and the ugly, lewd face of its owner.

"Woo..."

A chill ran down her spine, and Yumiko felt goosebumps rise all over her body.

How to do?

Backing away? She was standing right by the train door, with the carriage wall behind her; there was nowhere left to retreat.

Should she yell? But what if the other person denies it? And what if this guy retaliates later?

Yumiko's mind was racing, but time kept flowing in reality, and she could only watch helplessly as that groping hand came toward her.

Seeing that his plan had succeeded, the middle-aged pervert revealed an evil smile.

Who can come and save me?

Just as Kimura Yumiko looked terrified, as if hearing her thoughts, a hand with distinct knuckles firmly gripped the pervert's wrist.

That hand was fair and slender yet full of strength, a stark contrast to the pervert's rough hand.

"Ok?"

what's the situation?

The middle-aged pervert's expression changed instantly. Who would dare to disturb him at this moment?

"What are you doing!" The pervert tried to break free but found himself completely immobilized. Enraged, he glared at the person beside him. "Mind your own business, you brat!"

Yumiko then recognized her savior—a tall, handsome young man dressed like a high school student. His slightly upturned eyes, in particular, were now fixed on the pervert with a dangerous smile.

"What are you doing? What do you think?"

Seeing Jingu Makoto's smiling face, the pervert panicked. Had he been discovered?

No, so what if we're seen through? As long as we stubbornly deny it—

"He's just a greenhorn..." he muttered to himself, his eyes blazing with malice.

But just as he was about to make his move, a sharp pain suddenly shot through his restrained wrist, the force of which felt as if it were about to crush his bones.

“Ah! It hurts! It hurts!!”

The pervert let out a pig-like scream, his knees buckled and he collapsed to the ground, beads of sweat forming on his forehead, his ugly face contorting in pain.

He never expected that Makoto Jingu would be so powerful, and all the surrounding passengers were already looking in their direction. It was too late for him to use any tricks.

Suddenly, an idea struck him. He stepped forward, grabbed Jingu Makoto's leg, and yelled loudly:

"I'm so sorry, please let me go! I was just in a hurry to get off the bus and accidentally bumped into you. I really didn't mean to!"

Meanwhile, Kimura Yumiko, seeing the sleazy middle-aged man who was about to turn the tables on her, mustered her courage and stepped forward:

"How could you do this! You were the one who was about to... about to touch me, and this guy stopped you. How could you lie to me!"

The onlookers watched as a handsome young man grabbed a lewd man, with a beautiful woman beside him. They seemed to realize something and began to discuss among themselves.

Seeing the situation turning sour, the middle-aged pervert quickly scrambled to his feet and retorted, "You filthy woman, what nonsense are you spouting? I was just trying to get past you, how did that turn into touching you! You filthy bastard..."

Before he could finish speaking, he was struck hard on the knee, and then he knelt down in front of Kimura Yumiko again.

The middle-aged pervert looked up and met Jingu Makoto's eyes.

He still had a smiling face, but his eyes were as terrifying as a beast.

"I'll give you a chance to rephrase your words."

"me…"

The middle-aged man was still determined to deny everything when the tram pulled into the next station, and the announcement interrupted the farce.

The crowd dispersed like the tide—watching the drama was fun, but being late to get home wasn't worth it.

An opportunity! A glint of smugness flashed in the eyes of the middle-aged, lecherous man.

While pretending to continue arguing, he subtly shifted his obese body, attempting to slip away into the flow of people getting off the bus.

But Makoto Jingu had already seen through his trick.

"roll!"

With a cold shout, a long leg drew a sharp arc. This flying kick struck the opponent's chest precisely, while a wisp of hidden energy, like a venomous snake, burrowed into the middle-aged man's body.

"boom!"

The middle-aged man was kicked to the side of the car door like a tattered sack. He got up with a red face and scrambled out of the car amidst the contemptuous gazes of the crowd.

After leaving the tram station, he rubbed his aching chest and raged helplessly at the air:

"That damn brat... I hope I never see you again, or you'll be sorry!"

But the cursing stopped abruptly—he suddenly felt dizzy. His body felt completely drained, and even breathing became difficult. He had to lean against a tree trunk by the roadside, gasping for breath.

(That brat, what did he do to me!)

If he could look inward into his own body, he would be horrified to discover a strange energy destroying his life force.

At this rate, it probably won't be long before he's saying goodbye to this world from his hospital bed.

[Ding! Congratulations, host, for successfully protecting Kimura Yumiko and dealing with a pervert on the train. You have earned 500 points.]

Jingu Makoto ignored the system's notification in his mind and started chatting with the beautiful young woman in front of him.

"Are you okay?"

Yumiko Kimura looked at the handsome young man before her with gratitude. She patted her heaving chest and said with a hint of lingering fear, "Thank you so much! I really don't know what I would have done without you!"

"It was nothing. But you should still be careful when you go out in the future, and protect yourself if you encounter perverts or anything like that." Jingu Makoto waved his hand, a bright smile on his face.

"Yes." She nodded emphatically, then said, "My name is Kimura Yumiko. What's your name, young man?"

“Makoto Jingu. Ms. Yumiko looks very young.”

"No way~" Kimura Yumiko said shyly, her fingers unconsciously twirling the ends of her hair. "I'm already married."

“I see. But Mrs. Yumiko doesn’t look like she’s been married at all. She looks more like a female student my age.” Makoto Jingu blinked, his expression so sincere it was convincing.

"Hehehe, really?" Kimura Yumiko's beautiful face was full of smiles, and she couldn't help but raise her hand to cover her mouth and chuckle.

“Of course, I…” Jingu Makoto was about to say something when the sound of the train preparing to start rang out, drowning out his words.

As the doors closed, the carriage became crowded again. Makoto Jingu and Yumiko Kimura were swept along by the flow of people and stuck in a corner of the carriage.

Chapter 69 A Few Things Happened on the Tram

All I can say is that tram carriages during rush hour are truly terrifying, packed with people like sardines in a can.

Jingu Makoto shielded Kimura Yumiko in front of him, bracing his hands against the carriage wall, enclosing her in this small, safe space.

Although this wall-slamming-like pose is a bit indecent, it is indeed very effective in preventing Kimura Yumiko from being groped.

"Mrs. Yumiko, my apologies."

"It's alright, Jingu-kun did this to protect me, right?" Kimura Yumiko's cheeks flushed slightly, her fingers unconsciously twisting the hem of her skirt. "I've troubled you again. Um... thank you so much."

Suddenly, the carriage shook, and the unexpected jolt caused Yumiko to lose her balance and fall forward.

"Be careful."

Makoto Jingu quickly reached out and steadily supported Yumiko Kimura, who was about to fall.

"what……"

She gasped softly, and when she looked up at Jingu Makoto, a trace of panic still lingered in her eyes.

Her large, moist eyes trembled slightly, and her fair cheeks flushed red at a visible speed.

Realizing they were too close, she hurriedly stepped back, her chest rising and falling gently with her rapid breathing.

She moved her lips, about to say something, when the tram suddenly jolted violently again.

Amidst the gasps and curses of the crowd, Yumiko suddenly threw herself into Makoto Jingu's arms.

A warm, soft body embraced him, and a faint, delicate fragrance filled his nostrils.

Yumiko's body was softer than he had imagined, especially her two full breasts, which were pressed tightly against his chest.

Yumiko, smelling the boy's youthful scent and feeling his strong chest and powerful arms, was momentarily dazed and forgot to leave immediately.

Perhaps because there were so many people, the tram continued to sway slightly, and Kimura Yumiko's jelly-like body was constantly being massaged.

She nestled almost entirely in Makoto Jingu's arms, her long legs unconsciously intertwined.

Her slightly parted lips exhaled a breath as fragrant as orchids, weaving an ambiguous thread between the two.

Makoto Jingu naturally noticed Yumiko's appearance.

For him, it was even quite familiar. Because his 'kitten' looked just like that when spring came.

But is it really that exaggerated? Did he lose control after just a few touches?

If I remember correctly, the only charm-related skills he possesses seem to be "Charming Body" and "Female Special Attack" based on his "King of Demons" bloodline.

After pondering for a moment, Jingu Makoto could only attribute the reason to Kimura Yumiko's two-dimensional husband.

We've been married for six months, and my wife is still the original one. If it were him, he would have already given in to her.

Gradually, the carriage stabilized, but Kimura Yumiko still clung to it without letting go.

Makoto Jingu coughed and lowered his head, meeting Yumiko's large, watery eyes.

His eyes seemed to hold a hint of hesitation and guilt, but more than anything, they held joy and longing...

He seemed to understand something, and instead of speaking, he looked up at the scenery outside the car window.