I practiced as a monk alone in Japan.

Chapter 129 Both Dish and Love
It sounds wonderful that you don't have to take responsibility for something.

Compared to how much money you spend or how much profit you make, nothing seems more worthy of showing off than getting something for free.

Not to mention a young woman like Chinatsu Morita, who is definitely above average.

She has a special identity and a unique temperament. Moreover, she knows quite well how to use her advantages to entice young men.

Just as her face was about to cover his, the boy leaned back, grabbed the arm that was wrapped around his neck, and then placed his other hand on Morita Chinatsu's soft waist.

"Woo!"

With a slightly surprised cry, she seemed to have laid her entire body bare before the boy, as Tsukino Gen pressed her directly onto his lap.

Seemingly surprised that the other party could remain calm at this moment, Chinatsu Morita looked at Gen Tsukino with a hint of embarrassment and annoyance.

"you"

"That's enough, you're acting really strange when you're eating."

With her long hair cascading down, Morita Chinatsu, forced to lie on the boy's lap with her head tilted back, looked at the boy.

"What's so strange? You're not willing to enjoy it for free?"

"I'm not happy about it," said Chinatsu Morita.

The boy's expression remained unchanged. "There's no such thing as a free lunch, and you think you can just take it all? I'm not that kind of man."

"So I'm a promiscuous woman?!"

The young policewoman glared at him with a hint of anger, as if she were about to pull out handcuffs and arrest the boy on the spot.

“I didn’t think that way, but you seemed to be just like that.”

Gen Tsukino considers himself to have considerable respect for women, but that doesn't mean he has to cater to every woman's wishes.

Moreover, he had already made it clear from the beginning that his relationship with this woman was merely that of business partners, and he did not intend to have anything else attached to it.

"Tsukino Gen!"

With her eyes wide open, Chinatsu Morita immediately struggled to her feet, as if she wanted to show her strength and subdue the boy.

But as soon as he got up, Tsukino Gen changed his position and pressed him down.

Originally lying down, now it's turned into lying face down.

One hand pressed against her neck, and the other hand pressed against her slender, supple waist.

Chinatsu Morita was stunned for a moment, then blushed unconsciously.

"what are you doing?!"

"I didn't do anything."

"You...you're not thinking of holding me down and spanking me. That's not allowed!"

Tsukino Gen:
He looked at Chinatsu Morita, whose face was flushed, with a strange expression. "I didn't mean it that way, but what you're saying makes it sound like you want me to keep fighting."

"What nonsense are you talking about? There's no such thing, don't spout nonsense!"

"Oh, then I won't play."

Gen Tsukino loosened his grip, seemingly giving the woman her freedom.

Chinatsu Morita's expression froze, and she turned her head to look at the boy.

Gen Tsukino looked at her expressionlessly.

She lowered her head.

Then Tsukino Gen saw that the other person's delicate waistline dipped slightly, and naturally, the already perky buttocks appeared even more three-dimensional in front of him.

She didn't leave; she simply conveyed something through her actions.

Gen Tsukino saw it all clearly, but he didn't move for a long time. He even turned his head to the side, looking at her without making eye contact.

"Aren't you going to leave or just stay here?"

"."

The other person muttered something.

However, the voice was so faint that even Tsukino Gen, who was using his senses, couldn't hear it clearly.

"What did you say?"

The other person muttered something again.

"Cowardly Turtle"

Gen Tsukino: ? ? ?

He couldn't help but laugh out loud, "You've even used reverse psychology, and you still say you're not a pervert?"

At this moment, Chinatsu Morita seemed to have found the only way to deal with Gen Tsukino: she didn't answer his questions and just kept muttering to herself.

"Cowardly turtle"

"What a crazy woman."

"Cowardly turtle"

"Say one more thing?"

"Cowardly turtle"

"Snapped!"

Hands up and down.

The stone shattered the surface of the lake, creating ripples and splashing water.

A wave suddenly appeared on the calm sea.

"woo"

She was somewhat prepared, but the shock still exceeded Morita Chinatsu's expectations.

It wouldn't normally be that serious, but Gen Tsukino felt he should teach this crazy woman a real lesson, so it wasn't just a simple slap; it carried a bit of internal force.

As if an electric current was running through her entire body, Chinatsu Morita could clearly feel her body temperature rising.

She suddenly felt a little regretful, because the stimulation in that instant was not as simple as she had thought; there were clearly other sensations besides pain.

This unfamiliar feeling made her uneasy; when people face the unknown, their instinctive emotion is fear.

"You like provocation, don't you?"

"No, it's me!"

"Snapped!"

Once again, the waves crashed against the rocks on the shore, creating even bigger splashes.

It was as if the heavens and earth were changing at this moment, and the atmosphere in the entire room began to climb to another peak.

At this, Chinatsu Morita couldn't help but cry out in surprise, and then immediately bit her lower lip. She could control her expression, but her body's instincts seemed to be beyond her control.

Gen Tsukino could clearly feel the tremors coming from his thigh.

Looking at Chinatsu Morita's current state, she is gradually turning blood red, her hair disheveled, and she is no longer as calm as before.

It looked as if it had gone through some terrible ordeal; it was so pitiful, as if it had been battered by rain and wind.

But Gen Tsukino's eyes did not change; there was not a trace of sympathy or pity in them.

"Snapped!"

"Snapped!"

"Snapped!"

"Snapped!"

The repetitive movements were like those of a numb machine.

He seemed unable to hear when Morita Chinatsu had started begging him to stop everything she was pursuing.

It feels really good.

Furthermore, he needed to make it clear to this woman that while she could be a little eccentric, she absolutely could not be beyond his control; everything has its limits. And when necessary, he also needed to let her know that he wasn't indifferent.

Kiyono Mizuki, who was in the next room, was not actually sleeping, but was writing while listening to music.

This is the state she likes, where she can completely immerse herself in her own world, build her own plot, and become completely absorbed in her own story.

However, it's a little strange.

"Huh? What's that noise from next door?"

She couldn't hear clearly; the music seemed a bit too loud.

It sounded like faint shouts, and there was also the sound of someone clapping. That's Tsukino Gen next door. He should be with that young policewoman right now.

What are those two people doing? Their voices sound strange.
When she turned the music down, she found that the sound had disappeared again.

She scratched her head.

Did you hear it wrong?
".call."

"call"

The sound of slightly rapid breathing filled the room, mingling with the rising heat.

Gen Tsukino shook his hands, and to be honest, after a few dozen shakes, his hands were actually a little numb.

The feel is quite good; even hitting a punching bag wouldn't be this satisfying.

Of course, it's also certain that you weren't the only one enjoying it.

He was no longer by the sofa, but standing by the window, which he had opened to let the sweltering summer breeze stir the curtains, partly to dispel the slightly romantic and ambiguous atmosphere in the room.

The taste wasn't actually that strong, but he hoped that something could help everyone stay alert at this moment.

There are still people on the sofa.

The young policewoman, who had previously seemed quite provocative, now appeared to be out of her mind. Her provocation of the boy was simply an attempt to add something extra to their existing bond.

This kind of thing could guarantee her safety, and besides, she already had a good impression of this boy. To be honest, having basically lost interest in 99% of men, she had never fantasized about spending her life with a man before.

However, if it were to be accompanied by a young, good-looking, and somewhat mysterious boy to satisfy some of her extra desires, she would be happy to have the best of both worlds.

But now it seems I've underestimated something.

He was more dangerous and more cunning than he had imagined.

It can't be that I'm being too sensitive and embarrassing, right?

These jeans seem completely unusable. She regretted wearing such light-colored, and tight-fitting ones, today.
It's common knowledge that soaking in liquid can completely change the color of light-colored jeans, especially in such a delicate area. How could that be allowed?

She was so upset she couldn't even cry. Her impulsive decision seemed to have cost her her entire life in an instant. And all of this, in front of this high school boy.
When Tsukino Gen returned to the sofa, Morita Chinatsu had stopped trembling, but her face was buried in the cushions, as if she wanted to become one with the sofa.

He looked at the other person's back with amusement; the area that had clearly changed color could only be described as...serves them right.

"You came here of your own accord, no one forced you, right? Sister Morita wouldn't use her position for personal gain to arrest me, would she?"

".asshole."

All that could be heard were faint sounds of teeth grinding.

"What's wrong with you? I told you not to provoke me, but you insisted on doing this. Who can you blame now?"

Gen Tsukino leaned against the back of the sofa, looking down at Chinatsu Morita, whose hair was disheveled and who was no longer as charming as before. Now, besides the undisguised shame, she exuded an inner allure that seemed to seep out of her.

"You must have used other methods, otherwise I wouldn't have..."

"Stop fooling yourself. Why don't you just admit you're bad at games and love to have fun? Just like when you're drinking. I just didn't expect you to be so forgetful."

"Damn it, get me a pair of pants!"

Morita Chinatsu raised her head in grief and indignation, glaring angrily at Tsukino Gen, who was still making sarcastic remarks.

The boy shrugged helplessly. "I don't have any girls' pants here. How about you order a pair from me?"

"Shorts are fine too."

She said through gritted teeth.

The boy blinked. "Are you crazy? I don't have any safety shorts here. Are you planning to let the wind out everywhere if you wear shorts?"

"What should we do!"

"I already said, order takeout. Or you can have one of your colleagues deliver it."

Chinatsu Morita hesitated for a long time.

Then, gritting her teeth, she said to the boy, "You go out first, I'm going to make a phone call."

"Row."

He didn't want to stay at home and continue entangled with this woman; he just wanted her to know the consequences of going too far with her madness.

As Tsukino Gen walked out the door with ease, a grief-stricken and indignant Morita Chinatsu slowly got up from the sofa. She thought for a moment, then dialed a number on her phone.

"Hey sis. I need your help with something, is now a good time?"

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(End of this chapter)