Pokémon: What should I do? My father-in-law always wants to tear me apart

Lu Wusong took out the Poké Ball silently with an expressionless face. The Poké Ball in his hand flashed a mysterious and strange light, which flickered, as if it contained endless unknown power, which made people feel afraid.

At the same time, he slowly mobilized his superpowers, and a powerful energy wave spread through the air like ripples.

Although silent, it gives people a sense of oppression that is so strong that it is almost suffocating, forming a silent threat that makes people feel terrified.

The air around seemed to become heavy, as if a pair of invisible hands were tightly strangling people's throats.

Sakurai Mitsuki felt this powerful pressure keenly; her body trembled slightly involuntarily, and a trace of fear and helplessness that was difficult to conceal flashed in her eyes.

At this moment, Sakurai Mizuki's heart was like a surging wave, she was in ecstasy.

She thought to herself that if she had known that Lu Wusong from China was such a lustful man, all her previous worries would have been unnecessary.

She seemed to see a shortcut to success, which was to take advantage of Lu Wusong's weakness.

In her value system, as long as she can achieve her goals, the body is just a tool that can be used, and she doesn't mind giving away her body.

She knew very well that by using her charm as a weapon, she might be able to easily break through the current difficulties and gain more benefits and opportunities.

However, on the surface, she looked shy and weak, and she still needed to pretend.

She lowered her head slightly, her cheeks still flushed with a seemingly shy blush, and her eyes revealed a hint of reluctance and embarrassment, as if she was really at a loss what to do with Lu Wusong's request.

Her hands were gently folded in front of her, and her fingers were moving unconsciously, showing a nervous and uneasy mood.

Although there was still an imperceptible curve at the corner of her mouth, she now cleverly hid it behind her slightly pursed lips.

She wanted to make herself look like a weak woman who was forced into a helpless situation, so as to lower Lu Wusong's vigilance and also pave the way for her subsequent actions.

She was silently thinking in her mind how to cleverly control the situation in this seemingly embarrassing situation and make Lu Wusong fall step by step into the trap she carefully designed.

On the surface, she has to maintain this innocent and reserved image, which is undoubtedly a performance that requires superb acting skills for her.

Sakurai Mizuki clenched her hands into fists, her knuckles turning white from the force, and the humiliation on her face continued to grow.

She took a deep breath and tried to calm herself down, but her heart was beating as fast as a drum and she couldn't calm down.

With extreme reluctance, she slowly moved her body, as if every movement required all her strength.

Her legs felt a little weak and she slowly sat down.

During this process, she kept her eyes down, not daring to look at Lu Wusong, nor did she want others to see the tears in her eyes.

She lifted her foot gently, and that foot seemed to weigh a thousand pounds.

Her fingers trembled slightly, like leaves swaying in the wind, and reached the edge of the socks with difficulty.

Her movements were extremely slow, and every tiny movement seemed to be slowed down countless times, revealing her deep reluctance.

Her fingers were even a little out of control when she was unbuttoning the edges of her socks, and she almost failed several times.

Finally, she slowly took off the white socks, her movements cautiously, as if she was performing a difficult ritual.

During this process, her cheeks became hotter and hotter, and the humiliation in her heart reached its peak.

An exquisite little foot gradually appeared in front of Lu Wusong. The little foot was as white as jade, and the skin was so delicate that it seemed as if it could be blown away. It was as warm and smooth as the finest mutton-fat jade, and seemed to emit a faint soft luster under the light.

The ankles are slender and soft, with graceful lines like carefully carved works of art. Every curve is just right, as if it is the most perfect masterpiece of nature.

Her toenails were neatly trimmed and painted with a layer of light pink nail polish. The light pink color was like the petals of cherry blossoms blooming in spring, adding a touch of feminine softness and refinement, which made people look at her sideways.

Lu Wusong's eyes were fixed on Sakurai Mizuki's little feet, and his eyes revealed a complex expression of confusion and inquiry, as if he was looking for some crucial clues.

Sakurai Mizuki's face was flushed. She lowered her head, not daring to look directly into Lu Wusong's eyes. Her heart was filled with humiliation and helplessness.

The atmosphere in the room became extremely awkward and tense, as if time had frozen at this moment.

Nanako was also stunned at this time. She opened her eyes wide, her mouth slightly open, and looked at the scene in front of her at a loss, her heart full of confusion and uneasiness.

She didn't understand why Lu Wusong did this, and she couldn't guess what would happen next...

Her heart beat rapidly, as if it was about to jump out of her throat, and a sense of tension enveloped her.

Lu Wusong's eyes were like those of a sharp hawk, staring closely at Sakurai Mizuki's fair little feet, as if he wanted to see some hidden secret from them.

After a moment's silence, his brows slightly wrinkled, the wrinkles as deep as the ravines in the mountains and rivers, showing the depth of his inner thoughts.

He seemed to be lost in some kind of thought, with a hint of doubt and confusion in his eyes. The doubt permeated his eyes like a fog, making it difficult to understand his thoughts.

Then, something unexpected happened.

Lu Wusong stretched out his hand without hesitation and snatched the white socks from Sakurai Mizuki's slightly trembling hands with irresistible force.

The socks had just been taken off her feet, and Sakurai Mitsuki's body temperature was still retained on them, as if they were carrying the residual heat of her body, and at the same time emitting a faint, unique fragrance that belonged to her.

The lingering fragrance filled the air, making the scene seem even more weird and awkward.

After Lu Wusong got the socks, he began to knead them. His movements were focused and a little weird.

His fingers kept rubbing and pressing on the socks. His serious look made people feel creepy. He was like a pervert.

There was an almost obsessive look in his eyes, as if the socks had some special attraction to him, and he completely ignored the eyes and feelings of the people around him.

If Nanako was just surprised just now, then now her understanding of Lu Wusong has been completely overturned.

Her eyes were filled with fear and her body trembled slightly involuntarily.

She never imagined that the dignified king of China's superpowers, the man who was full of majesty and mystery in people's hearts, would actually be a perverted foot fetishist who would force decent women to satisfy his special hobbies?

Her heart was full of contradictions and fears. On the one hand, she couldn't believe what she saw, and on the other hand, she was full of fear of Lu Wusong, who seemed to have become a stranger in front of her.

She felt as if she was trapped in an incomprehensible and absurd world, and the center of this world was Lu Wusong who was kneading his socks. She didn't know what more bizarre and terrifying things would happen next, so she could only stand there stupidly, shrouded in fear.