American Comics: Tales of Cultivator

**Chapter 201: The Widow**

Tokyo, Shinjuku Ward. Deep into the night, Kabukicho Street was still brightly lit, the entire street was filled with a pink atmosphere.

In front of every shop, elaborately dressed men and women were handing out flyers.

Two-dimensional loli maidens sweetly called out "Master." High school girls in sailor uniforms with skirts short enough to show their thighs bowed while handing out flyers. Handsome hosts made heart shapes at passing women...

At a street corner in Kabukicho, a building with a row of red and white umbrellas hanging from its eaves.

Inside, on the Tatami Mats, women dressed in ancient Japanese Kabuki attire moved between the various Private Rooms, carrying sake cups.

In one Private Room, several navy blue suit jackets were draped on a clothes rack nearby. Today was the day for the departmental dinner for the Supervisors from the Ministry of Finance Tax Bureau.

Gatherings like these between departments are very common in the Japanese workplace. For Japanese people, having dinner and socializing with colleagues and superiors after work is also part of the job.

Not attending such gatherings is a major taboo in the Japanese workplace and is often seen as not being a team player or being unsociable, leading to ostracism at work.

Japanese housewives are also accustomed to their husbands' after-work socializing and even encourage them to attend such dinners to maintain good relationships with colleagues.

Inside the Kabukicho establishment, four or five Japanese men who had taken off their jackets and were just wearing white shirts were drinking, their complexions flushed. Each was accompanied by a Kabuki woman wearing heavy makeup.

From time to time, a man would raise a wine glass to toast the young man in the main seat.

The young man accepted every toast. On the Tatami Mat beside him lay five or six empty sake bottles.

In Japan, where seniority is taken very seriously, a group of pot-bellied Middle-aged Men surrounding a young man to toast and flatter him can only mean one of two things: either the young man holds a high official position, or his background is so significant that everyone is forced to show him respect.

Takahashi Hideki possessed both. At a young age, he was already High-level Staff at the Ministry of Finance Tax Bureau, and the Takahashi Family behind him was a famous political family in Japan; his Father was the Minister of Internal Affairs in the Japanese cabinet.

"Takahashi-kun, I hear you have some good news coming up soon."

A pot-bellied bald man raised his sake cup and toasted Takahashi.

Hearing the bald man's words, several men whose eyes were already red from drinking suddenly perked up and pricked up their ears.

"Nakamura-kun, it's still pending, pending. This is just a verbal agreement between my Father and Uncle Yashida! Whether things with Mariko will work out is still up in the air..."

After downing two bottles of sake, Takahashi Hideki was also a bit drunk, his hand constantly wandering over the Kabuki woman beside him.

Although he spoke humbly when responding to the bald Man, his smug tone was obvious to everyone.

Several officials from the Ministry of Finance Tax Bureau exchanged glances.

Recently, a piece of information had been circulating among the Japanese upper echelons: the Minister of Internal Affairs intended to form a marriage alliance with the Yashida Family through their children.

Takahashi Family's Eldest Son, Takahashi Hideki, would marry Ichiro Yashida's direct granddaughter, the Yashida Family's young mistress, Mariko Yashida.

It was a standard marriage, not one where the groom joins the bride's family.

As soon as this information came out, the entire Japanese upper society was abuzz with discussion, especially among young people of marriageable age, where it caused an uproar.

The Yashida Family, of course, needs no introduction. It was the family that rose the fastest after World War II. Although Yashida Corporation has declined somewhat in the past two years due to the health reasons of the elder Ichiro Yashida, Yashida is still one of Japan's top Zaibatsu.

Mariko Yashida, as the direct granddaughter of the Yashida Family's third generation, is beautiful, gentle, and like a Yamato Nadeshiko woman, the ideal wife for many young Japanese elites.

Upon hearing the news that Takahashi Hideki was going to marry Mariko Yashida, many young masters who had been interested in Mariko Yashida felt utterly disgusted.

In all fairness, the Takahashi Family is a famous political family in Japan, with several generations of famous high-ranking officials. The marriage alliance between the Takahashi Family and the Yashida Family can be considered a strong alliance.

Takahashi Hideki holds an important position in the Ministry of Finance at a young age; calling him young and promising is not an exaggeration at all.

The Takahashi Family with its deep political background combined with the wealthy Yashida Family – their alliance would be a juggernaut presence in Japan.

For a time, the enthusiasm of the section chiefs drinking with Takahashi Hideki was reignited.

This drinking party lasted until 11 PM...

By the end, Takahashi Hideki, who had been toasted repeatedly, was practically carried out by his Driver.

......

"Sir, the target is out!"

At the Intersection outside Kabukicho Street,

A medium-sized seafood truck was quietly parked by the roadside.

In the front passenger seat, Storm Shadow held his katana, resting his eyes. His breathing was like the croaking of a frog.

Hearing his Subordinate's words, his eyes snapped open, two sharp glints flashing in the pitch-black Compartment.

"Hit them!"

Storm Shadow watched the black Toyota sedan about to drive into the Intersection from the left and ordered coldly!

"Buzz!" The Driver immediately started the automobile and floored the accelerator.

"Bang!"

The driver of the black Toyota sedan was first blinded by the truck's headlights and before he could react,

The truck loaded with seafood slammed heavily into the side of the Toyota sedan. The front half of the Toyota sedan's body was completely caved in, utterly crumpled, and then flipped over.

It was then hit again by the truck and pushed back more than ten meters...

"Boss, the target is resolved! It was a traffic accident!"

Storm Shadow, who had gotten out of the truck at some point, looked at the Toyota sedan engulfed in flames, hung up the phone, and silently disappeared into the darkness.

Only a drunk, terrified truck driver was left at the scene...

......

Tokyo's most prosperous street, Hilton Hotel, Presidential Suite.

Tang Song and Mariko Yashida, dressed in a black kimono, were staying here.

More than a dozen Bodyguards in black suits stood in the Corridor, guarding the various entrances and exits.

With her nine-heads-to-body golden ratio figure, Mariko Yashida could be called an eye-catching magnet walking on the streets of Tokyo.

"Sir, it was my Father. Because of the manpower you sent, he felt I might threaten his right of inheritance, so he was anxious to marry me off."

Inside the Presidential Suite, Mariko Yashida spoke weakly to Tang Song:

"Sir."

Tang Song glanced at her indifferently: "Once!"

His tone was very flat, but in that instant, the indifference and coldness he revealed scared Mariko Yashida into a cold sweat.

In that moment, she even felt she saw a ruthless Ghost God. She immediately said tremblingly, "I'm sorry, Sir, I won't dare again!"

Tang Song watched her silently until her complexion turned pale, her body gradually trembled, and tears welled up in her eyes, before he slightly nodded: "My woman naturally won't be allowed to be touched by others, but even so, don't think about fooling or using me.

Just remember this time. Serve me a bath!"

In the Bathroom, Mariko Yashida immediately adopted a kneeling posture, performing a traditional Japanese dogeza.

"I'm sorry, Sir, I was wrong, please forgive me, I won't dare again!"

She wore no clothes. As she assumed this dogeza posture, the beautiful curves of her slender waist and full hips formed a nearly perfect snowy white heart shape. Tang Song appreciated it for a while before nodding: "It's good you know your mistake. Get up!"

Mariko Yashida stood up and served Tang Song, helping him undress and bathe.

Then, after Tang Song sat on a small stool and she finished scrubbing his back, she knelt before him again.

Of course, this time, Tang Song did not tell her to get up again. "Alright, I understand!"

In the Hotel room, after washing up, Tang Song held Mariko Yashida, who had changed into a different set of clothes, in his arms. He tossed his phone aside and continued to examine the eight-opening kimono she was wearing.

The so-called eight-opening kimono is a characteristic Japanese garment. As for the one Mariko Yashida was wearing,

It clearly carried a hint of eroticism, with openings everywhere under the black eight-opening kimono, leaving nothing underneath, allowing Tang Song to do as he pleased.

"Who was your Fiancé?"

Tang Song's actions were a bit rough.

Mariko Yashida bit her lip, letting out a slight moan of pain. She raised her head, her eyes were seductive, and said:

"My Father's intention was Takahashi Hideki, the son of the Minister of Internal Affairs, from the Takahashi Family!"

"Then aren't you a Widow now!"

After Tang Song finished speaking, he felt Mariko Yashida's body instantly stiffen, then go limp like mud.

......

"My grandfather is seriously ill. His private doctor said he has at most three months of lifespan left. This might be the reason my Father was anxious to marry me off."

Afterward, Mariko Yashida traced circles on Tang Song's chest with her finger.

"He was afraid that before my grandfather died, he would give Yashida to me!"

(end of chapter)