I practiced as a monk alone in Japan.

Chapter 100 The Kiss of the Contract (Third update, please vote!)

Seeing the obvious surprise on Tsukino Gen's face, Morita Chinatsu smiled even more happily.

It attracted a lot of attention from those around them.

Although she hadn't drunk enough alcohol to reach what Morita Chinatsu considered her limit, the release of her emotions was already beginning to show.

To be honest, I just don't like this kid who always acts like an adult despite having such a young face. Although I have to admit that he is indeed special and very capable, and often considers things that I haven't even thought of myself.

But I just couldn't accept it.

Or rather, the relationship and interaction between men and women is a contest of conquest and being conquered, in every sense of the word.

"Did Morita-neechan really like joking around?"

Gen Tsukino ate his food, quickly adjusting his expression.

Chinatsu Morita poured more drinks, and of course, she didn't forget to fill Gen Tsukino's glass.

"You really think this is a joke?"

if not.

Would I really get you drunk, then hang you up and beat you up? Leaving aside whether I had the guts, Tsukino Gen didn't think she had that kind of fetish for the time being. Especially not as a real policewoman.

"If this isn't a joke, then you've gone a bit too far in letting yourself go."

Tsukino Gen commented.

After finishing the small cup of shochu in one gulp, Chinatsu Morita's expression seemed normal. There was no obvious flush on her face, and she didn't seem confused. Her speech was also very clear.

Whether the higher-ups are in a position to take action or not doesn't depend on these things, but rather on what she says and what she does.

"What's wrong with letting loose like this? You should feel honored, after all, I don't do this to other people."

She remained relaxed.

Gen Tsukino couldn't help but laugh. "Maybe you'll get completely drunk and leave a mess that I'll have to clean up. What's there to be honored about?"

"Hmm~ How should I put it? Don't men all have a kind of inexplicable possessiveness and vanity? They hope that no matter what the woman in front of them is like, she should only be special to him or something like that."

"You have a very thorough understanding of men's psychology."

"Because sometimes men are indeed very easy to understand."

"You seem to have a lot of dating experience."

Gen Tsukino made a casual comment, without any ulterior motive, but the woman opposite him seemed to misunderstand.

"I've never been in a relationship and I'm still a virgin."

Tsukino Gen: "???"

Chinatsu Morita didn't seem shy at all; instead, she looked at the boy with great interest. "Isn't this what you wanted to know?"

"ill."

Tsukino Gen cursed in an annoyed tone.

"Ha ha ha ha."

But Chinatsu Morita laughed even more happily, as if this was a game she played alone, and had nothing to do with what Gen Tsukino thought; she only cared about his reaction.

Being this happy to be criticized, what else could it be but a mental illness?
The woman, wiping the corner of her eye, leaned closer, and her own fragrance began to mingle with the aroma of the grilled fish.

"The damage from being sick is still too weak. Should we try cursing more harshly?"

"what?"

"You slut, trash, small fry, whore, and all that."

"When you have time, go see a psychologist. This isn't something to be ashamed of."

Tsukino Gen is gradually realizing that talking about Hakuho might just be an excuse she used to get him to come out. What she actually wanted to talk about were these things.

Why are you talking to yourself about these things? Don't you feel ashamed?
Or perhaps, the act of venting such a secret or personal quirk is itself a way to satisfy desire.

Especially since he was just a high school student, not his colleague, and they rarely crossed paths in life, plus he was good-looking, so he was a suitable target for release.

Nobody asked me if I wanted to experience this kind of release.

"That's a joke!"

Chinatsu Morita almost choked from laughing. She didn't know where she got so happy from; it seemed like she could entertain herself all day long.

"Just say so."

"By the way, there's something I need to ask you."

Chinatsu Morita had no idea how many drinks she'd had. Before she knew it, the grilled fish was almost finished, and both bottles of shochu had been opened.

But the night continued, the neon lights outside did not fade, and the smoke inside the grilled fish restaurant still lingered.

"what's up?"

Which of those two girls do you prefer?

Chinatsu Morita looked over curiously, her beautiful eyes gleaming, perhaps a sign of impending confusion.

"What? Two girls?"

"One is called Kazama Sakura, and the other is Kiyono Mizuki. I was thinking of asking you about it last time. There's a pure and innocent school beauty at school, and a sickly beauty living next door. In my opinion, your problem is also quite serious."

Gen Tsukino couldn't help but roll his eyes. Of course, he knew this woman would ask about this one day, after all, she had met both of them, and it was obvious that their relationship was not ordinary.

Asking about it tonight in this state of affairs makes the atmosphere seem a bit strange.

"I'm just happy to help others, what's the problem?"

"Well, male chauvinism makes men like to collect and keep beautiful and fragile things. They think it's out of a sense of responsibility, but it's actually a more blatant possessiveness. You may seem normal, even indifferent to many things. But maybe you have a very strong controlling personality hidden inside?"

I think you're lacking self-control.
"What kind of personality I have, whether it's a disguise or something else, doesn't seem to matter that much, right? After all, we're just partners, and it's better for both of us to respect each other's privacy."

Tsukino Gen wasn't intoxicated at all; this amount of alcohol was negligible to him, and he had no urge to abandon his cultivation technique to drown his sorrows. This woman was already acting so strangely; she'd probably be even more troublesome when she was drunk. He preferred being sober to being in a state of confusion.

"Of course it's important. We're not just simple partners; it's a dangerous partnership. So we should be even more open with each other."

"Don't tell me that everything you've done so far was just to appear honest."

What if that's really the case?

Chinatsu Morita asked a playful question.

The meaningful topics have long since ended; it seems we're now talking about trivial and irrelevant things. But men and women simply don't have that many meaningful things to discuss, or rather, the topics they discuss produce different effects depending on who they're talking to.

To put it simply, she found it amusing to tease the boy like this.

It's much more enjoyable than talking about serious matters.

Everything seemed to be in a state of simmering tension, with the slightest step potentially crossing the line. It was precisely because of this that she was testing just how dangerous this edge was, and that she was able to enjoy the unbridled pleasure that was hard to experience outside of her constrained work.

It's like someone who has been imprisoned for fifty years. The first thing they do when they are released is to remove all their shackles and even tear off all their clothes, so that they can feel freedom as wildly and wantonly as a wild beast.

"We've talked enough and drunk quite a bit, shouldn't we go?"

Gen Tsukino didn't intend to dwell on the topic any longer; it was clear the other party was veerging recklessly in an uncontrollable direction. He wasn't afraid of anything happening, but it would be pointless if such a thing did occur.

If he just wanted to vent, he could have easily found someone simpler. Chinatsu Morita was too much trouble, a trouble he couldn't avoid.

Chinatsu Morita glanced at the boy, her movements noticeably slowing down, and her speech also decreasing—the effects of the alcohol were taking hold.

"What's wrong? You haven't finished drinking yet. Are you in a hurry?"

"I'm worried that if the effects of the medication kick in, you won't be able to get home."

"Isn't it because of you?" The flush from the alcohol was becoming more pronounced on her cheeks, and her eyes were no longer as clear and sharp. But she still filled two glasses with wine.

"You really trust me." "It's okay, we women just love to bother men with principles and a bottom line. We take advantage of their kindness to put ourselves in a position where we'll never suffer a loss."

Gen Tsukino looked at the full glass of wine and narrowed his eyes. "You sound like a complete scumbag."

"If I wanted to, of course I could. But you should be glad you're not yet. Come on, have another drink."

She raised the glass, her arm no longer steady, swaying slightly as if trembling, the wine seemingly about to spill at the rim, yet she maintained a delicate balance.

Just like the atmosphere between the two of them right now, it wasn't clean, but it wasn't so chaotic either.

"Good for you."

Gen Tsukino still downed the drink.

The world before her eyes was still clear, but in Morita Chinatsu's eyes, there was already a clear difference.

She understood that this was the feeling from above.

You never know when the aftereffects of alcohol will suddenly surge up, nor whether it will bring you drowsiness or extreme excitement. Perhaps that's part of the fun of drinking.

"Tsukino Gen".

"Ok?"

Looking at the other person, their face was already noticeably red, and even the skin exposed on their neck was flushed a rosy hue.

She seemed to be gradually being cooked.

"Be careful, don't die easily."

Tsukino Gen looked at her strangely, "Why are you suddenly bringing this up?"

The woman leaned back in her chair, letting her curly hair fall loosely over her shoulders, and smiled.

“It’s nothing. I often hear my seniors talking about colleagues who died in the line of duty. Being a police officer is dangerous enough, let alone someone like you who always prefers to work alone. Anyway, I can’t persuade you otherwise. You probably think you’re smarter than everyone else. But often, geniuses fall because they think they’re smarter.”

The boy chuckled to himself.

"Don't worry." He glanced at the increasingly empty shop beside him. Then he turned back to look directly into the woman's somewhat dazed and hazy gaze. "I will not die easily before we achieve our justice."

"Our justice?"

Her somewhat bewildered gaze gradually deepened, and the corners of her mouth turned up in a smile.

"Yes, our justice."

"Let's go, it's time to go home."

That's about enough drinking; excessive indulgence becomes self-harm. He also doesn't have the habit of cleaning up other people's messes.

It's a little shameful to keep saying things like "for our justice."
But perhaps she also needs to convince herself.

Stepping outside the store, the woman's steps were already unsteady. Tsukino Gen looked at her and asked, "Can you get back by yourself?"

Chinatsu Morita looked up at Gen Tsukino, her smile captivating.

"Can you take me home?"

"You're so trusting of me?"

"Should I give it to you?"

She kept asking, as if she only wanted one answer, like a child who was inexplicably stubborn.

Gen Tsukino led her into a taxi. The woman wasn't drunk to the point of being unconscious; she could still accurately give her address. Gen Tsukino sat calmly until he felt the woman's hair brush against his neck.

There was a bit more weight on my shoulders.

He turned his head and saw Chinatsu Morita with her eyes slightly closed, leaning her head on his shoulder, almost half of her body against him.

She didn't do anything else excessive, but even this level of behavior is quite remarkable.

The two were very tacit, and did not speak to each other or talk to themselves during the conversation.

She remained silent until the car stopped at its destination. Seemingly without needing Tsukino Gen's prompting, she opened her eyes in confusion, "Have we arrived?"

"Okay, let's get off."

"Thank you. I'll pay."

Since he'd already delivered it, he might as well go all the way. He didn't like to dwell on such things or deceive himself.

It's a pretty good neighborhood with new facilities. The elevators don't make any strange noises, and there are security cameras everywhere in the neighborhood.

Chinatsu Morita remained silent the entire way, seemingly not the type to get drunk and act out, until they reached the door.

Gen Tsukino planned to leave after watching her take out her key, open the door, and then leave.

But as she leaned against the door to get her bag, suddenly...

The figure before Tsukino Gen's eyes flickered, and a familiar scent wafted towards him. She suddenly pulled close to his embrace and grabbed one of his arms.

Gen Tsukino frowned as he heard a warm, moist breath beside his ear. "There's danger."

Danger?

The boy immediately realized that it was impossible for her to have sensed a danger that he hadn't, especially since she had been drinking.

If she doesn't have some kind of persecution complex, then that's it.
"Snapped."

Gen Tsukino grabbed the woman's hand that was reaching towards his lower abdomen. He lowered his head, raised the hand above her head, and pressed it against the door.

"What is this for?"

He asked coldly, even though he could clearly feel the softness and warmth of the other person in his arms, even though Morita Chinatsu's rosy face looked as tempting as a strawberry velvet cake up close.

"Boom~"

But women.

But suddenly she came closer, stood on her tiptoes and then put them down.

A wet mark was left on the boy's profile.

Gen Tsukino looked at the other person strangely, not knowing what it meant.

Morita Chinatsu, who was being controlled in this way, seemed to be enjoying it very much, and even looked up at Tsukino Gen with a dreamy smile.

"I've only ever trusted one person in my life, and that's my sister. I know she would give anything for me."

"Ah."

"You are the second person I trust, and I hope you won't lie to me."

What if that day ever comes?

Gen Tsukino didn't offer an urgent guarantee, but instead gave a vague question.

Chinatsu Morita leaned against the door, her hands were held down, but she didn't struggle. Instead, her body moved towards the boy like an archway.

The physical contact was slight, but their breaths and temperatures seemed to have already intertwined.

Her inner charm was unmistakable, as if she could arouse anyone's most primal desires.

But his eyes were sharp, like a sword.

"Then I will risk everything to perish with you and be destroyed together."

So, this kiss.

Is it considered a contract?

……

(End of this chapter)