Chapter 120: Saori Amamiya's Dream

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"The foolish Sayuri Serizawa clearly doesn't realize that even if she calls the police afterward, the person who answers will only be one of your own men. When that happens, you can easily use photos or videos to blackmail her, turning her into your plaything for the rest of her life..."

The narrator continued its relentless exposition of the follow-up plan in his mind, but An He paid it no heed.

He walked straight out of the Serizawa residence, and the damp, fresh air rushed to meet him.

An He couldn't help but stretch his limbs.

He cast his gaze into the distance.

The torrential rain had ceased, and the entire Tokyo metropolis was once again radiating its unique, bustling charm. In the night sky, the dark clouds had dispersed, and a few scattered stars adorned the canopy above.

Just by looking at it, An He felt an inexplicable sense of relief, the previous unpleasantness instantly forgotten.

After pacifying his "little brother" from its agitation, An He fished a lollipop from his pocket, tore off the wrapper, and popped it into his mouth. Savoring the sweet and sour explosion on his tongue, he shoved both hands into his pockets and strolled leisurely downstairs.

He did not regret his choice. Even if, as the narrator claimed, he had done something with Sayuri Serizawa tonight, she would have had no way to retaliate against him. But An He simply didn't want to; lust and love were two different things. He did not want to become a machine governed by desire.

Arriving at the ground-floor parking area, An He spotted his beloved motorcycle at a glance.

He put on his helmet, inserted the key, ignited the engine, and twisted the throttle—a fluid, practiced sequence of movements, and the bike roared to life.

Under the cover of night, a black phantom wove through the city of Tokyo.

It took less than an hour for An He to reach his new home.

He parked the bike on the side of the road, checked that the main gate was locked, and then tiptoed into the villa.

The hallway was dimly lit. Not wanting to disturb the sleeping Amamiya sisters, An He used his phone as a flashlight.

He crept up to the second floor and first tried the handle of Eri Tachibana’s bedroom door. It wouldn't budge.

"Looks like the little girl has a decent sense of privacy."

He smacked his lips and moved to Saori Amamiya’s bedroom door. With a gentle push, it swung open.

In the hazy moonlight, one could faintly discern a slight mound of bedding on the bed and two golden locks of hair on the pillow.

Ensuring the girl hadn't kicked off her blankets, An He closed the door and slowly made his way to Sagiri Amamiya’s bedroom.

A gentle push, and it opened just as easily.

This time, however, An He stepped inside and locked the door behind him.

His movements were very light, making not a sound throughout, but even so, as he reached the bedside, Sagiri, who should have been fast asleep, snapped awake.

"Who!"

She sat up abruptly, eyeing the figure by