I practiced as a monk alone in Japan.

Chapter 142 I'm Mine (4600 words~)

Being young is great; I was running back and forth between several venues.

Gen Tsukino hadn't expected Rin Asagiri to be so energetic tonight. Normally, she would have been dozing off before the movie was even over.

It's not that she's physically weak, but rather that this girl isn't used to having any activities. She generally won't go to anything she can turn down, and spends the rest of her time either looking at her phone or going to bed early.

The fact that Asagiri Rin could fall asleep in the clubroom after school was a clue to this.

Tonight's antics made Tsukino Gen realize something was amiss: the young lady was about to get serious.

It's unclear what caused her to have this thought; it can't be explained by ordinary evolution.

The paper airplane party was quite lively tonight, probably because schools are on summer vacation and there are many adult students here.

This kind of place is a favorite spot for restless young men and women. Sufficient alcohol can not only cloud one's vision, but also make one misjudge the color of hormones.

As Asagiri Rin walked step by step up to the second floor in her high heels.

Originally, no one else was allowed in the private room, but after the first time, there was naturally a second and a third time.

Watching the girl's gait and posture from behind was quite enjoyable. Tsukino Gen suddenly understood why there were so many so-called perverts in this country.

However, the boy's gaze quickly caught the girl's attention.

Asagiri Rin was on the top floor, with one foot higher than the other, looking over from the side.

"What are you looking at?"

"nothing."

"is it?"

"By the way, did you prepare anything like stockings upstairs?"

Asagiri Rin's cheeks flushed slightly, her eyes revealing undisguised disgust. "You're such a pervert."

The boy said with a serious expression, "Then at least put some oil on, right?"

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Rin Asagiri blushed and walked straight ahead, ignoring the boy behind her who was spouting nonsense.

Gen Tsukino followed him inside.

Inside, Asagiri Rin still ordered a few drinks, but didn't ask for any cocktails; she just drank them neat.

She seemed a little irritated as she picked up her glass and drank three glasses in a row.

"Snapped."

When she put it down, she looked at the boy opposite her who seemed completely unfazed, "Stockings and oil, what exactly are you trying to do?"

"Isn't this what you said before? I don't care about punishment or reward, I'm more concerned about the experience."

It was as if the boy in front of me had suddenly become a different person, or rather, had torn off his disguise.

Revealing their truest selves, they are like those teenage boys who yearn for fantasy, with irrepressible passion and uncontrollable bulges.

"So you're not even pretending anymore, are you?"

The young lady stood with her arms crossed, watching coldly.

Tsukino Gen looked at the other party with amusement, "Anyway, everything is what you say, and as the young lady of the Asagiri family, whatever you want to do to me, I can only silently accept it, and I don't even dare to ask you to take responsibility for me after you're done."

What kind of nonsense is this?

She thought for a moment, then squinted at me.

"Then you can no longer contact Kazama Sakura."

"I just remembered I have something to do. I haven't packed the laundry yet, so I'll head out now."

"Sit down!"

Then Tsukino Gen walked around the room and sat down next to Asagiri Rin.

The girl was startled and instinctively moved an inch to the side.

The distance wasn't long, but it betrayed her lack of resolute courage.

Gen Tsukino saw right through him, so the boy didn't intend to waste any more time and looked at the girl next to him.

"Actually, I don't think there's anything wrong with our current relationship. Sometimes the atmosphere can give you the wrong impression. You think you're ready, but you're not, and you haven't thought carefully about what the consequences will be. What's the rush? Time will tell. I'm really going back now. See you next time."

Once you've teased them enough, it's time to stop.

He hadn't really imagined any special plot developments; he could tell that the girl was bluffing to some extent.

He could be more casual and bold with some girls. But with Asagiri Rin, he naturally couldn't be so casual. It was only in the instant he propped himself up on his knees, preparing to get up and leave that...

"boom."

The impact on Tsukino Gen wasn't particularly troublesome; the healthy, slightly tipsy girl couldn't create a force he couldn't resist.

This sudden outburst could actually have been avoided.

But Tsukino Gen quickly lay down on the sofa and saw the girl looking down at him.

Her cheeks were rosy, but the look in her eyes was exceptionally sharp, as if impossible to ignore.

Gen Tsukino, however, didn't seem too flustered, meeting her gaze.

"What do you want to do?"

Unexpectedly, Asagiri Rin slowly left his body at this moment and went to the other side. On the other side of the sofa where Tsukino Gen had no legs.

"Clap."

The high heels touched the ground.

He saw the other person's fair and slender legs gradually come into view.

Then, following your waist, climb upwards and stop at chest level.

For a moment, Tsukino Gen seemed unsure where to look—at those feet pointing at her, or perhaps further back, with her slightly dazed gaze.

She seemed to be talking to herself.

"I've always been curious."

"Is the reason why people are so fragile because everyone has weaknesses? Because they can't bear to let go."

"Then, if we simply abandon what we fear losing, then there might be no such thing as a weakness."

A very novel perspective.

Gen Tsukino reached out and grasped those small feet that were both fleshy and bony.

"It's an interesting perspective, but for me, it means I don't lose anything; frankly, it's a bargain for me. No matter how you try to convince yourself, it's always the guys who benefit in these kinds of situations. So don't think of it as something too strange."

Am I good-looking?

Her cheeks were flushed, and she leaned slightly to the side, her hands supporting her on the sofa. She seemed oblivious to Tsukino Gen's final words of advice.

"It's the best looking."

Gen's hands gently clenched, as if they were some interesting toy that could be transformed into different shapes. He didn't hold back his praise, and of course, it was a very objective assessment.

The girl immediately leaned forward, pulling her feet back and placing her knees on either side of the boy's waist.

Gen Tsukino almost shouted that he hadn't had enough fun yet.

He saw her face right in front of him, and reached out to cup his cheek.

Their eyes met in a dreamy gaze, like the moon and the sun meeting for the first time.

Her breath was as sweet as orchids.

The humid, hot air was right next to me.

"Then you must always remember that the most beautiful me will give you something that is most special and something that no one else can give you."

"Well."

It silenced the boy's lips as he tried to speak.

To make matters worse, Tsukino Gen had already sensed her hands unraveling the layers of mechanisms.

She was somewhat forceful, not exactly gentle and kind, and Tsukino Gen didn't seem to struggle.

Ultimately, it's all about personal enjoyment, so there's not much difference between being passive and active. The main thing is, he still wants to see what this girl is capable of.

Kissing and physical contact go hand in hand.

She can be as passionate as a summer breeze, or as gentle as the sea.

Of course, it's unavoidable that they lack experience and are still quite inexperienced, but they've done a pretty good job.

However, some talent gaps don't seem to be so easily resolved with joy.

Even Asagiri Rin doubted her own charm, and she couldn't help but look into the boy's eyes with a hint of embarrassment and annoyance, asking him something.

Gen Tsukino thought for a moment and then simply replied with a few words.

A distinct blush appeared on her fair face.

The boy thought she would give up, but instead she asked him to sit up.

He never expected that Asagiri Rin, who was doing this for the first time, was more talented than others, or perhaps it could be described as an intuition—a strange intuition about how to handle boys.

She hugged him from behind, her breath and lips pressed against his neck.

But when he looked down, he could clearly see those long, fair legs circling right in front of him.

Something!

Forget it, I won't bother her anymore.

He could have persisted in humiliating her, making her furious and embarrassed. But there was no need for that. Rather than any sense of dignity, Tsukino Gen was more concerned with the natural flow of the atmosphere. He could no longer make out what kind of music was playing from the paper airplane; it was a soothing and melodious mix of blues and jazz.

Finally, it was Tsukino Gen who grasped her feet, and he also heard her rapid breathing behind his ears.

Despite sensing unusual premonitions, Asagiri Rin persevered to the end.

At last.

The sound of breathing and the intense heat filled the undisturbed second-floor private room.

Whether it was exhaustion, relief, or giving up on certain unnecessary insistences, Tsukino Gen tilted his head back and lay down in the warm embrace.

The girl, who wasn't in a hurry to pack, calmed her breathing and at that moment seemed to transform into a gentle older sister who could forgive everything.

She held the boy's head in her arms.

Unfortunately, the neck part is intact and has not been separated from the body.

It is not a specimen or work of art that can be preserved in formalin.

She gently stroked the boy's forehead, then looked down into his eyes.

"You're so exhausted, you don't seem that great."

Gen Tsukino smiled and said, "Forget it, if you keep going, your legs will cramp up. I'm just trying to avoid making things more awkward for you, unless you're willing to pay even more."

Asagiri Rin blushed and pinched Tsukino Gen's delicate cheek with her two fingers.

Some people expressed their dissatisfaction.

"This is the extent of the reward this time, and they're still pushing their luck."

"I'm just telling you a very normal situation. The threshold is constantly being raised. This time it might be just enough, but next time it might not be enough for me to enjoy."

Are all boys this insatiable?

She asked.

Gen Tsukino nodded. "Pretty much. That's why there's the saying that 'homegrown flowers aren't as fragrant as wild ones,' which also applies to women. But for me, it's a bit more serious."

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As if understanding his unspoken meaning, Asagi Rin frowned. She tightened her legs, seemingly unwilling to let the boy slip out of her embrace.

Just like in those horror movies, some paranoid mothers always fantasize that someone will take away their children.

She brought her cheek close to the other person's hair.

"So, you'll also have Kazama do things like this for you?"

"Maybe, but not necessarily. After all, I'm not so awful as to compare how different people feel doing the same thing."

"You're really honest."

Asagiri Rin was somewhat dissatisfied, but she didn't show any sign of retaliating.

She added a sentence after that.

"Even if she came, she wouldn't do a better job than me."

"Yes, Miss has some talent in this area."

"You even left a review."

"Ha ha ha ha."

Gen Tsukino laughed, then shifted his gaze to her face and said gently, "Let me go, let me help you take care of it, it'll feel uncomfortable if it's dry."

".good."

Asagiri Rin did not refuse and let go of his hand.

With your legs dangling over the edge of the sofa, it would be difficult to bring them up, put them on the ground, or put them in high heels.

Fortunately, Gen Tsukino handled it very gently, wiping it clean with a wet tissue and then placing it in his palm, letting his warmth gradually dry it.

I don’t know if it’s my own imagination.

Asagiri Rin felt that her feet looked more delicate and beautiful after he cleaned them. Just like an untreated diamond can't have a good appearance.

And now they look great.

Looking at the boy who held his own feet in his hands without any hesitation, especially the way he knelt on one knee, it was easy for Asagiri Rin to think of certain scenes.

White wedding dress.

A beautiful bouquet.

The church bells.

And the moment of putting on the diamond ring.

"Can my breaking the promise be considered settled?"

she asked softly.

Gen Tsukino smiled, looked up, put her feet down, and helped her put on her high heels.

"It wasn't a big deal to begin with."

"Then why did you say before that you would be disappointed?"

"Don't you understand? It's just a tactic of playing the victim. How else would you feel guilty and be willing to let me take advantage of you? Girls are naturally prone to maternal instincts, so guys who seem loveless or颓废 (颓废 is a difficult word to translate directly, but it implies a state of being listless,颓废, or颓废) will make you more willing to give and take care of them."

"You're really cunning."

Even though she knew, Asagiri Rin couldn't get angry.

Gen Tsukino nodded. "You girls are allowed to be scheming, and I can be a green tea bitch too."

But at this moment, Asagiri Rin smiled in an unusual way.

"Actually, I didn't take breaking my promise seriously at all. I am Asagiri Rin. If I break my promise, I break my promise. You have to take the blame."

"Eh? Really?"

Gen Tsukino feigned surprise.

This expression pleased Asagiri Rin.

She nodded. "So what I did later was what I wanted to do, and it had nothing to do with whether you looked pitiful or not. I don't care if you're disappointed or not, whether you forgive me or not, I just wanted to do it."

Gen Tsukino chuckled to himself.

This is even stranger than I thought, Miss Asagiri.

Who can handle you now?
"You like me that much? You want to give me a treat that much?"

Gen Tsukino was about to get up.

But Rin Asagiri leaned forward and cupped Gen Tsukino's cheeks.

Her gaze held no doting affection; she simply looked into his eyes, seemingly enjoying this downward gaze.

"I'll only consider saying that to you after you say it to me first."

"I think what's more terrifying than constantly arguing with you, leaving you helpless and annoyed is..."

Her eyes sparkled.

Those dark pupils were no longer monotonous; they held something even more captivating.

"I will no longer make you hate me; I am so good that you cannot refuse me. What I give you is something that no one else can give."

She let go of her hands.

Gen Tsukino slowly stood up.

He watched as the girl in high heels stood up cleanly and stood in front of him, looking directly at him.

It seems like a completely new world, just like after you get past the beginner difficulty, you find that the whole game has changed.

"is it?"

Gen Tsukino asked innocently.

Then I saw Asagiri Rin turn around and take a card out of her bag.

“My supplementary card. Anyway, you're shameless and won't have any moral burden. There's no limit, so you can buy whatever you want. There will always be a time when you need it.”

Gen Tsukino took the nice-looking bank card.

Then, looking at the other person, she asked, "So, this means you've started supporting me?"

The girl proudly raised her head and curled her lips into a smile.

"What are you afraid of? It's not like you're mine just because you took my money. If you don't want it, just give it back to me."

Since you've put it that way, we should give you face.

"Hmph. Let's go."

This time, Rin Asagiri took the initiative to link arms with Gen Tsukino, and the two went downstairs side by side.

The staff inside the paper airplane who noticed this scene were all dumbfounded, and it seemed that they needed a lot of self-control to restrain their surprise.

Unlike those guests who didn't understand and were just envious.

They were well aware of what this unprecedented situation might mean.

When Morita Kaoru, who was standing guard beside the car, saw this scene, his mind was shaken.

I don’t even want to act anymore!
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(End of this chapter)