I practiced as a monk alone in Japan.

Chapter 127 The Mouth on the Table, the Feet Under the Table

The sweltering heat of summer didn't seem to have fully unleashed its power this morning.

The girl in the wheelchair stared at the tombstone in silence for a long time. She didn't murmur anything, just a long silence and eye contact.

Perhaps it wasn't even eye contact, since the cold tombstone has no eyes, and there's no transparent figure actually watching the girl from behind.

After a while, Kiyono Mizuki looked up with a wry smile at the boy who was quietly keeping her company.

"I thought it would really be like in the TV series, where you can say a lot of things to a tombstone. Actually, I had a lot to say before I came, but once I was here, I found that I couldn't say anything at all."

Gen Tsukino smiled. "Is it because my presence here is making it difficult for you to perform well? Or should I move a little further away?"

Kiyono Mizuki shook her head. "It's not because of that. Time hasn't been long, but I feel like I've lost the ability to talk properly with anyone except you."

Kiyono Mizuki had a premonition about this, since she wouldn't even go out without this boy, let alone have any interaction with others. It seemed that her only conversations were with this boy, and now, facing her parents' gravestones, she didn't even know what to say.

She didn't know whether this was a trouble or a blessing.

After all, not needing to communicate or talk with others means that the influence of others on you will be minimal.

On the other hand, it seemed as if she had become his only canary, but she did not regret it.

Doesn't that mean it's still my fault?

"If you enjoy taking the blame so much, then there's nothing I can do about it."

"Wow. Quite arrogant, Ms. Kiyono."

"What 'Miss'? Shouldn't you call me 'sister'?"

Kiyono Mizuki blushed slightly and said, "That bastard, when he asked me to do 'that' for him, he called me 'sister' so sweetly. Now that we're outside, he's all formal and calls me 'Miss Kiyono'."

Could this be a clear distinction between public and private interests?

After joking around for a while, the girl suddenly said, somewhat embarrassed, "I need to go to the restroom."

Gen Tsukino nodded. "Do you need my help?"

"What help are you going to offer? It's not... vulgar!"

How could she help with something like this? Kiyono Mizuki almost immediately recalled a distant childhood, a time when her memories were quite hazy, and her mother would hold her, linking her arms around her legs...
Is he planning to pull this? That's too perverted.

"This is a little joke I painstakingly came up with to ease the tense atmosphere, so how can you call it vulgar?"

The boy looked completely innocent.

Kiyono Mizuki really admired how this boy could always say such perverted things with such a handsome and harmless face.

"Where's the attempt to ease the tension? I almost called the police."

"There's no need for that. Aren't we good friends?"

Are you good friends again?

Kiyono Mizuki pouted her red lips slightly, "Then don't touch me in the future. After all, there should be boundaries between friends."

"It's okay, I'm the kind of friend who has no boundaries."

Qingye Mizue:? ? ?
"Stop joking, push me towards the bathroom."

The joke ended there; the restroom wasn't far. He pushed the door open and let the girl go in by herself. There was no need to worry too much, as Kiyono Mizuki was much better than before. Not only were her legs gradually regaining sensation, but under Tsukino Gen's care and with proper nutrition, the girl's upper body strength was quite good.

It can support her in completing some necessary actions.

After the other person went into the restroom, the boy, now enjoying a brief moment of alone time, took out his phone to reply to messages. Like a master of time management, seizing every second, he now felt a bit sympathetic towards that little pig's dark circles; indeed, managing time is no easy task.

Today is Sakura Kazama's first day of her summer job, and the girl is a little nervous. Gen Tsukino offers her some comfort.

Don't be afraid. If you encounter any strange customers, just throw coffee in their faces. Justice and I will be on your side.

Kazama Sakura: [Hahaha. It's not that bad. I just feel like I might not have handled it very well, and I'm a little worried about getting a scolding from my supervisor.]

Don't take your job too seriously. You only earn so much money; what level of performance can you expect from a lowly part-time worker? You're not some social elite.

Kazama Sakura: [Why do I feel even more depressed after hearing what you said? My passion for work has vanished!]

[Forget about work passion; that's just wasting your time. Needless to say, in a few days you'll be constantly yelling about when you can leave work.]

Kazama Sakura: [Why do you sound so experienced?]

There's nothing I can do; I was already a part-time worker before you started your part-time job.

Kazama Sakura: [That's true~ Okay, I'm not going to argue with you anymore. I need to get back to work. Be good, okay? I'll take you out for something delicious when I get paid. Bye~]

Gen Tsukino put away his phone, still wondering why Mizuki Kiyono hadn't come out yet.
"what!"

Suddenly, a distinct scream came from the bathroom; the voice clearly belonged to Kiyono Mizuki.

Without much thought or wasting time using his senses, the boy dashed inside.

Then I saw two figures outside the bathroom stall.

One of them, sitting in a wheelchair, was Kiyono Mizuki.

One of them stood still, squinting as he examined himself. Coincidentally, he was also extremely familiar with this face.

"Officer Morita?"

A beautiful woman, not wearing a police uniform but a short-sleeved T-shirt and light blue skinny jeans that had an exaggerated effect like a pencil skirt, stood there facing Kiyono Mizuki.

However, both of their eyes were now fixed on him.

"Tsukino-kun? I didn't know you had this little hobby of exploring women's restrooms."

Gen Tsukino's expression remained unchanged, without the slightest embarrassment. "I just heard screams coming from inside, and I thought something had happened."

Sitting in her wheelchair, Kiyono Mizuki quickly explained, "No, I just happened to run into Officer Morita when I came out. I wasn't prepared and was startled. I'm sorry."

"Oh, what's Officer Morita doing here?"

Gen Tsukino asked with a hint of curiosity.

Chinatsu Morita smiled and crossed her arms. Her already tall and slender figure was accentuated by the tight jeans, making her lines appear even more taut, giving her a kind of beauty that seemed about to burst forth.

It gives people endless imagination.

For men, the most deadly thing is never a completely naked and honest face, but rather a half-hidden face that only reveals a glimpse of spring.

"Are you sure you want to say this here? If other girls come in and think you're a pervert, I guess I'll have no choice but to arrest you on the spot."

See you later.

Gen Tsukino obediently left the restroom.

It's true what they say, it's like enemies meeting again. To run into Chinatsu Morita in a place like this, is today a good day for tomb sweeping?

Not long after, Chinatsu Morita pushed Mizuki Kiyono out of the restroom.

Kiyono Mizuki also knew a little about Morita Chinatsu because of what happened with Sato Yuta last time.

However, I didn't think too deeply about the relationship between Tsukino Gen and Morita Chinatsu.

A slightly curious girl asked, "Is Officer Morita here to visit the grave too?"

Chinatsu Morita smiled. "I can't possibly be here to arrest criminals, can I?"

"Yes...is he a relative of Officer Morita?"

"Yes, they are my parents."

Chinatsu Morita's nonchalant reply, followed by pushing Mitsuki Kiyono towards Gen Tsukino, seemed like a relay race. The boy took the wheelchair, and the three of them headed towards the cemetery's exit.

"Ah? Officer Morita, your parents too?" This was something Morita Chinatsu hadn't mentioned before, and Kiyono Mizuki seemed surprised, while Tsukino Gen didn't seem to care. After all, none of the girls or women around him had simple backgrounds or experiences.

I'm used to this by now; after all, the strangest version of myself is right here. All the bizarre and fantastical things seem insignificant compared to the secrets within me.

Chinatsu Morita smiled and replied, "That was a long time ago. I just came to take a look on a whim. Actually, I don't come here very often."

Such a statement might seem somewhat incomprehensible and cold, but Kiyono Mizuki didn't rush to say anything. After all, every family has its own problems. To launch into a lecture based on preconceived notions would only make one appear arrogant.

"That's it"

"It's getting late, would you like to have dinner together?"

Suddenly, Chinatsu Morita made a suggestion.

It seemed as if she was seeking Kiyono Mizuki's opinion, but her peripheral vision was fixed on the silent boy behind her.

Gen Tsukino immediately understood the signal; she was planning to talk to him about something.

Kiyono Mizuki hesitated and looked at the boy, "I'm fine, but what about Tsukino?"

"Me? It's fine as long as you don't let me treat you."

"Hey, how can you say something like that when you're both girls?"

"Of course, you two have such a handsome guy like me to accompany you while you eat, so it's already kind and gentle of me not to ask you for tips."

"Pah! Narcissist."

Kiyono Mizuki said, her cheeks slightly flushed.

While maintaining her smile, Chinatsu Morita blatantly shifted her gaze to the boy, "Can Tsukino-kun cook?"

"Huh? How do you know?"

Tsukino Gen asked curiously.

Chinatsu Morita smiled and said, "When I visited Kiyono's house last time, I noticed that her kitchen showed signs of frequent use. But it's obvious that she's not very good at cooking, so naturally it's just you."

"Officer Morita is truly meticulous."

"I can't help it, it's a professional habit. So, may I have the honor of eating a meal cooked by Tsukino-kun?"

Gen Tsukino looked down at Mizuki Kiyono and asked, "Do you mind?"

"Of course I don't mind. I should thank Officer Morita for what happened last time."

"alright."

Gen Tsukino didn't struggle much, and soon the three of them embarked on their journey home.

On the way, Chinatsu Morita didn't say or do anything strange, but that didn't stop Gen Tsukino from remaining vigilant. After all, her identity couldn't hide her true nature—a woman who liked to tread the line of danger.

Using her professional connections, she was always seeking the thrill she craved.

So when she encounters someone like herself, her first reaction is not wariness, but curiosity and excitement.

I bought some groceries on the way before returning to Kiyono Mizuki's house.

Kiyono Mizuki was a little embarrassed. "I don't usually tidy up, so please bear with me."

Chinatsu Morita shook her head indifferently, "It's okay, my own house is a mess too, and it looks much better than mine."

"Hmm? That's because Officer Morita is usually too busy. I've heard that police officers are all quite busy, and sometimes they don't even have time to eat."

"Actually, it's alright, but the situation you described happens quite often. I rarely get a day off today, and I never expected to run into you all. It's quite a coincidence that we have such a strong connection."

She's usually meticulous, but her smile is quite approachable. Occasionally, however, an unintentional allure shines through her eyes, giving her a slightly seductive look that makes it easy to forget her identity as a police officer.

Gen Tsukino didn't intend to interrupt their conversation. When women chat, men should remain silent if possible, otherwise they'll easily make a fool of themselves.

Especially if you haven't established a relationship with anyone.

Watching the boy begin cooking methodically, Chinatsu Morita teased Mizuki Kiyono, "He's so good to you. He has to go to school all the time, but he still takes such good care of you."

Kiyono Mizuki said somewhat shyly, "I didn't want him to be so tired either, but I couldn't stop him from doing what he wanted to do."

"Yes, that's definitely the kind of person he is."

Qingye Mizue:? ? ?
It sounds like you know him quite well.

Chinatsu Morita seemed to understand the other person's look and said with a smile, "Don't misunderstand, I was saying that there were times when he risked his life to help me catch criminals. He is indeed a kid who likes to show off."

"He's not a child."

"Ok?"

"No, it's nothing."

The girl's cheeks flushed slightly as she recalled the boy crawling on top of her, greedily absorbing her essence. Perhaps only then did she seem like a child.
Soon, Gen Tsukino had prepared lunch.

The fragrant dishes were served, and Morita Chinatsu looked at the boy with some surprise. "The aroma is quite delicious. It seems to be a dish for hot summer days. Did you learn it specifically?"

Gen Tsukino shook his head. "I learned it all by watching videos online. The taste is just so-so. Don't have too high expectations."

Chinatsu Morita smiled and said, "It's hard not to have high expectations of you."

Kiyono Mizuki, who had already started eating, paused, thinking, "Why does this sound so much like an older sister teasing a younger brother?"

No, that must be my imagination. Surely this police officer, with his strong sense of justice, wouldn't do that?
As she took a bite, Chinatsu Morita seemed to thoroughly enjoy it. "It tastes really good. I haven't had such appetizing food in a long time. If you ask me, Tsukino-kun should consider becoming a chef. It won't be long before he becomes one of the top chefs in the country."

Gen Tsukino shook his head directly, "I'm not interested. Long-term exposure to cooking fumes will accelerate aging. I want to be handsome for a few more years."

"Pfft. They're just being polite, and you actually took it seriously, huh?"

Kiyono Mizuki said with a smile.

Gen Tsukino's gaze held a hint of helplessness. While others might be joking, Chinatsu Morita rarely joked. What she said usually meant what she truly intended to do.

He had been nonchalant at first, but suddenly, Tsukino Gen's eyes sharpened as he looked at the person opposite him.

Chinatsu Morita lowered her head and ate her food, her expression unchanged.

Noticing the boy's actions, Kiyono Mizuki looked at Tsukino Gen strangely, "What's wrong? You're not already full, are you?"

Gen Tsukino shook his head. "I was just thinking about some things, nothing."

Good guy.

He lowered his head slightly, and out of the corner of his eye, he clearly saw under the table that someone had taken off their shoes at some point, revealing feet in black socks rubbing against their calves.

Looking up again, Kiyono Mizuki across from her was savoring the delicious food, seemingly oblivious to anything unusual at the table.

Morita Chinatsu, seemingly engrossed in her meal and oblivious to everything else,
Her gaze drifted over discreetly, a slight upturn at the corners of her lips.

Yes, this is Officer Morita, who loves to teeter on the edge of danger. Games that aren't exciting enough simply don't interest her.

Has she watched some weird movies lately? Or did our dinner and drinks together last time trigger some strange fetish in her?

Someone kindly invited you to their home for dinner, and you, instead, treat them like a part of a play, right?
While Tsukino Gen was still thinking about what would happen if Kiyono Mizuki found out,

I felt it the next moment.

The woman opposite her was no longer satisfied with just lingering on her calves; she pretended to adjust her posture and pulled the chair closer.

It seemed to be for the purpose of picking up food more easily.

In reality, the soles of the feet begin to move upwards, stimulating the sensitive inner thighs of the boy.

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You guys actually finished it? I'm impressed. Who said it was impossible? Whoever said that, please write two thousand words for me. Extra chapters are being arranged; I'll indicate when they're added. No padding, no cheating. Thank you all for your support!
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