In this crossover anime/manga series, I started by supporting Akane the Seven-Tails.

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A slight smile played at the corners of his lips, but he quickly looked away, staring blankly at the snow-white ceiling.

After a long while, Lin Chuan changed his clothes with Annette's help, and walked out of the room humming an unknown tune.

Upon entering the living room, the first thing that caught my eye was Liliana, dressed in a black and white maid outfit, bending over to clean.

The slightly smaller maid outfit accentuated her already stunning figure even more perfectly.

Seeing this, a hint of amusement flashed in Lin Chuan's eyes...

A moment later, the little maid, who had been pranked, instinctively turned around.

Upon recognizing the visitor, the beautiful woman parted her subtly glowing pink lips, feigning displeasure, and said in a coquettish tone, "Master~"

With a slight raise of his eyebrows, Lin Chuan casually extended his right arm and pulled her into his embrace, giving her a light peck: "Is there anything to eat? I'm a little hungry~"

Upon hearing this, Liliana abandoned her feigned pitifulness, nodded slightly, and said in a sweet, seductive voice, "Yes! I'll go get it for my master right away."

With that said, he was about to leave.

Unexpectedly, after taking only a few steps, he was pulled back to that broad chest by a strong force.

Immediately afterwards, a deep, magnetic, and playful voice drifted into her ear: "No need..."

When the sun was high in the sky, Lin Chuan, having finished enjoying the sumptuous breakfast prepared by Liliana, returned to Meiyuan in a flash.

After arriving at the Lin Group to instruct Bankura Ruiko on her work, he drove to the **Model Agency.

In the president's office of the modeling agency, Lin Chuan smiled as he looked at Ichinose Riko, who was dressed in a gray office lady outfit, her legs tightly encased in black stockings, her face even more alluring than before: "Miss Riko, you've become even more stunning in just two days~"

Upon hearing this, Riko Ichinose's cheeks involuntarily flushed with an alluring blush, and a faint jasmine fragrance wafted from her body.

Seeing this, Lin Chuan's smile widened, and he patted the sofa next to him: "Miss Riko, come and sit down."

With her pearly white teeth lightly biting her cherry lips, Riko Ichinose pondered for a moment before gracefully walking away with her long, slender legs.

He had just arrived beside Lin Chuan and was about to sit down.

Suddenly, a large hand grasped her snow-white wrist.

She barely had time to utter a soft gasp before she was thrown straight into a warm embrace.

Extending his index finger, he gently lifted her delicate chin, gazing at her angelic face. His voice held a hint of teasing: "Miss Riko, have you missed me these past two days?"

Upon hearing this question, Riko Ichinose's already rosy cheeks instantly turned as red as the evening glow at sunset.

It’s red and very tempting!

After a while, Lin Chuan teased his secretary briefly, and then, as if by magic, produced an outfit identical to Mai Shiranui's.

"Miss Riko, please change into this outfit now."

Upon glancing at the style of the clothes, Riko Ichinose instantly transformed into a "steam princess," with bursts of heat rising from her head.

She wanted to refuse, but she was just a powerless secretary; how could she possibly defy Lin Chuan's will?

In the end, she could only extend her fair, delicate hand to take it, bury her head deep in her chest, and hurried off to the nearby lounge.

A dozen minutes later, when the beautiful woman shyly emerged from inside, a dazzling light shone in Lin Chuan's eyes.

Kuraki Ruiko and Hashimoto Nanae wore this outfit, but no one could pull it off with the same flair as Ichinose Riko at this moment.

All I can say is that she's a model; this outfit suits her perfectly.

With a powerful stride, Lin Chuan approached her, lifting her delicate chin once more, and lavished praise upon her: "Miss Riko, this outfit suits you very well!"

Having said that, without giving her a chance to speak, he lowered his head and captured those cherry lips, as fiery as a rose and as pink as a peach blossom...

Gradually, soft whispers drifted from the office.

As dusk approached, Lin Chuan was enjoying a private massage at Sakura Yayoi's place.

Miyamoto Asuka, her brows furrowed with weariness but a faint smile playing on her lips, slowly returned home.

No sooner had she entered than a figure in black knelt down in front of her, grabbed her leg, and cried out, "Sister, you have to save me, sister!"

Faced with this scene, Miyamoto Asuka's brain went blank for a moment.

Before she could say anything, a group of five thugs with dyed yellow hair and dressed in a sleazy manner slowly walked over.

After giving Miyamoto Asuka a once-over, looking her perfectly proportioned figure, tightly encased in a red and white tracksuit, he said with a playful tone, "You're this guy's older sister?"

"Perfect timing, let's pay back the money he owes!"

Upon hearing this, Miyamoto Asuka looked down at the young man at her feet, her expression gradually turning cold: "You owe them money?!"

When she saw the other person's guilty look, her expression became even colder.

He had promised himself that he would never gamble again, and only a few days have passed?

She wanted to teach her good-for-nothing brother a lesson, but remembering that there were outsiders present, she suppressed the urge.

0 .............

With a disappointed glare, Miyamoto Asuka looked at the thugs in front of her and asked, "How much does he owe you?"

"Not much! Not much! Only five million."

Upon hearing this, Miyamoto Asuka exclaimed in surprise, "What? Five million?!"

Then, looking at Miyamoto Kenji with utter disbelief, he asked, "Kenji, you..."

Five million? How could I owe so much?

That much money isn't enough, even if you sold your whole house!

Kenji Miyamoto dared not say much in response, and could only keep calling for his sister to save him.

Taking a deep breath and barely calming her murderous urge, Miyamoto Asuka said in a deep voice, "I will return the money to you, but it will take time."

“Sure! Three days, I’ll give you three days to raise the money.”

"Your brother can stay with us for now. If we don't see the money in three days, we'll have to prepare a wheelchair."

Upon hearing this, Miyamoto Kenji trembled violently and let out a piercing scream: "Sister, save me! I don't want to go with them..."

Even though he resisted in his heart, he still couldn't escape being dragged away by several people in the end.

A moment later, after everyone had left, Miyamoto Asuka seemed to have all her strength drained away, and she collapsed to the ground, powerless.

Where did she get so much money in just three days?

Just as Miyamoto Asuka was filled with utter despair, a handsome figure suddenly appeared in her mind... a corpse.

Chapter 308 Asuka's Voluntary Offering

"One, one ink mark~"

"Owner..."

Inside the studio apartment, just as Lin Chuan and Sakura Yayoi were experiencing a spiritual connection, the phone on the table, which had been black, suddenly lit up.

The next moment, a melodious cell phone ringtone quietly appeared.

Looking at the note on it, Lin Chuan raised an eyebrow slightly, picked it up casually, and pressed the answer button.

With his left hand gently stroking Sakura Yayoi's cascading black hair, he asked in a tender tone, "Miyamoto-sensei, is there something you need so late?"

"Lin, Lin Chuan-jun, do you have time now? I'd like to meet with you."

"What bad timing! I'm busy right now, but how about tomorrow?"

"Yes, yes, you can! You can!"

"Alright, tomorrow..."

A moment later, after hanging up the phone, Lin Chuan looked at the charming little maid in his arms, a playful smile flashing in his eyes...

On the other side, staring blankly at her phone screen, Asuka Miyamoto sat on the sofa, lost in thought.

The next morning, Lin Chuan, awakened by his biological clock, slowly opened his eyes.

After tidying up briefly, he walked out of the room.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he entered the living room, a rich and fragrant aroma wafted into his nose.

Following the aroma, one could see Sakura Yayoi, wearing a beige apron, busy at the stove.

Looking at his attire, Lin Chuan's lips curled into a faint smile.

He then slowly walked up behind the beauty, gently extending his arm to embrace her delicate waist: "What are you making? It smells so good."

Feeling that warm embrace, a faint blush rose on Sakura Yayoi's cheeks.

Her little head rested lightly against his strong chest, her voice sweet and charming: "Fry, fry the bacon, get ready to make sandwiches later."

"A sandwich? I don't really like that."

"Then, what would Master like to eat?"

"I remember there were still some abalone left yesterday, let's make some abalone seafood porridge, it's nice and warm to eat in the morning."

Upon hearing Lin Chuan's request, Sakura Yayoi pondered for a moment before nodding in agreement.

Since it was already late, and it would be too late for the other party to make it on their own, Lin Chuan offered to help.

More than half an hour later, savoring the sweet and fragrant abalone and seafood congee, Lin Chuan didn't hold back his praise: "Yayoi's cooking skills are still so good, I really..."

As Sakura Yayoi was eating fried dough sticks and eggs, her eyes slowly curved into crescent moons in response to such praise.

After breakfast, Lin Chuan told the other party to rest well at home and promised to come again tomorrow before driving to Chengxiu College.

Soon after, in the rest room of Seishu Academy, Lin Chuan looked at Miyamoto Asuka, who had changed into a black and white tracksuit, looked haggard, and had faint dark circles under her eyes, and said gently, "Miyamoto-sensei, tell me! What do you want to see me about?"

With her pearly white teeth gently biting her thin lips, and after mentally preparing herself, Miyamoto Asuka parted her slightly chapped cherry lips and said in a hoarse voice, "Linchuan-kun, I want to borrow money."

"How much to borrow?"

"five million!"

Upon hearing this number, Lin Chuan's originally gentle expression turned slightly serious: "Miyamoto-sensei, our relationship doesn't seem to be that close, does it?"

"To be precise, this is only the third time we've met."

"Even though you're Sago-chan's friend, isn't borrowing 500 million yen at once a bit outrageous?"