I practiced as a monk alone in Japan.

Chapter 144 Bad Student, Good Teacher~
"Why have you been appearing and disappearing like a ghost these past few days?"

Sitting in a wheelchair, but wearing a pair of revealing hot pants, Kiyono Mizuki asked softly.

Recently, Kiyono Mizuki has changed quite a bit. She has been loving to wear skirts for quite some time now, but she is quite restrained with her lower body, usually covering herself with a blanket to cover up a little.

Whether facing themselves or others, they seem to maintain a final bottom line.

However, recently, whether it's because the 'massage' from Tsukino Gen is becoming more effective, or because of some subtle actions during contact, this girl seems to have let down her guard and is increasingly and boldly displaying her imperfections.

However, in Tsukino Gen's view, even if her legs could not move, her legs were not a deficiency.

Her delicate skin glowed, like freshly warmed milk in the morning, releasing its aroma, ready to be savored.

With its legs tucked together under the table, it was able to move its feet slightly, unlike before when it was like dead flesh.

Perhaps sensing this shift in trend, Kiyono Mizuki's attire became less sloppy and simple, much like a young girl who had finally entered puberty and begun to care about her appearance.

Hot pants paired with white stockings.
They really dare to wear that.

Who taught you that?

This made Tsukino Gen even want to try accidentally dropping his chopsticks and bending down to pick them up.

"There's no such thing as appearing and disappearing like a ghost. Men always have things to do."

Gen Tsukino answered softly.

Kiyono Mizuki narrowed her eyes and snorted softly, "Summer vacation is over, I don't know where you've gotten so much to do. You're not really working a part-time job, are you?"

This seems to be the only explanation for why he always goes out during the day and doesn't return home until late at night.

A smart girl will always come up with an excuse herself.

Gen Tsukino thought for a moment, "You could say that, anyway, I'm busy with important matters."

"It better be."

Kiyono Mizuki hummed and hawed, clearly not quite believing it, but also seemingly not intending to press for details.

Tsukino Gen asked with amusement, "Aren't you afraid I'll find a rich woman outside to keep me?"

Kiyono Mizuki glanced at Tsukino Gen and agreed.

This jerk's looks and physique... cough cough. He's definitely the type most popular with rich women. He's good with words too, especially when it comes to sweet talk.

"If you needed this, you would have gone long ago, you wouldn't have waited until now."

"Wow, you actually know me pretty well?"

Gen Tsukino asked with a smile.

The girl proudly raised her head. "Do you think I'm stupid? My grades weren't bad when I was in school, okay?"

"That makes sense, no wonder his first novel was so popular."

Genya Tsukino, unusually, didn't use his sharp tongue and even praised the other person.

Kiyono Mizuki's tail was practically sticking up to the sky.

"Good to know~"

"That's enough, you're getting too big for your britches after just a couple of compliments."

Seeing that the other person had finished eating, Tsukino Gen got up and started clearing away the dishes.

"Hmph, you insisted on praising me yourself, I didn't force you."

"You talk as if you can force me to do this."

"Can't I? If you don't praise me, I'll starve myself to death!"

They threw out a seemingly very damaging threat.

But looking at the girl with a slightly round face that was still charming, Tsukino Gen said with a laugh, "You'd better ask yourself if it's right for your current weight."

Upon hearing this, Kiyono Mizuki blushed instantly.

She muttered, "So why do you cook so well? Every time I prepare food, I only eat a little bit, but I always end up finishing it all. It's all your fault. I can't exercise to control my weight, and you'll make me a big fat person sooner or later."

As Tsukino Gen passed by her, he casually pinched her delicate cheek.

"It's okay. I think you look quite attractive with your weight. The fat has all grown in the right places."

"Oh dear, you didn't wash your hands. Hmm? What do you mean by 'grown in the right places'?"

Kiyono Mizuki paused for a moment, then instinctively looked down.

Then she understood.

Her face, which had become rosier, was even more radiant, like a flower bud about to bloom.

Unable to resist, she yelled at Tsukino Gen's retreating figure as he went to wash the dishes, "You pervert! You scoundrel!"

Without turning his head, Tsukino Gen said with a smile as he washed the dishes.

"You still like me even though you know I'm a scoundrel and a pervert? Aren't you an even bigger pervert?"

Kiyono Mizuki thought for a moment, then, suppressing her blush, pushed the wheelchair herself.

Then they came up behind Tsukino Gen.

Actually, before, no matter what Tsukino Gen was doing—cooking, washing dishes, or whatever—she basically never went into the kitchen.

Firstly, the kitchen in this small house is already cramped and cannot accommodate more people.

Secondly, being in a wheelchair, I couldn't even reach the countertop, which was simply humiliating.

But this time she went into the kitchen on her own initiative.

Gen Tsukino could hear the noise coming from near him, and said softly, "Don't be silly, I'm washing the dishes. It'll be hard to deal with if the water splashes on you."

He thought this girl was there to cause trouble and get revenge on him.

Unexpectedly, the girl in the wheelchair leaned forward slightly, and then Tsukino Gen felt arms wrapped around his waist.

It was a slightly difficult position, since she could only sit.

However, Tsukino Gen could still clearly feel the fragrance, which was different from that of cleaning agents, and the warmth, which was even more comfortable than warm water.

"what happened?"

He sensed the girl's entanglement, but did not refuse. He softened his movements slightly and asked softly.

Then I heard Kiyono Mizuki's somewhat muffled voice.

"I think you're right. I know you're a scoundrel, I know you're a pervert, and maybe even an incorrigible scumbag. But I just like you, what can I do?"

Gen Tsukino smiled. "Now you're not going to say those hurtful things to try and distance yourself from me?"

Actually, I haven't heard those kinds of phrases in a long time, so it feels a little strange.

Kiyono Mizuki blushed and gently pinched the boy's waist as if complaining, "I was thinking that I shouldn't drag you into this, but at the same time I couldn't help but enjoy your closeness and your help. I've always been the one who didn't mean what I said, so how can I say those things now? I'm not really that shameless."

"It's really unusual to see you being so frank now. Okay, let go first, I'll get you some things."

"Hmm? What?"

Kiyono Mizuki obediently let go of his hand.

Then I saw Tsukino Gen first tidy up the washed dishes and put them back in their original places.

Then he gave himself a mysterious smile, turned around and left his house, seemingly going next door.

Soon, Tsukino Gen returned to her, holding some books in his hands.

He placed the books on the table, saying casually, "I bought some recently published novels similar to yours online. I don't know if they'll be useful to you, but you can read them if you're bored. Also..." Another bag contained fresh fruit he had recently bought.

"If I don't buy it for you, you'll stop eating altogether, right? All you eat all day is snacks and fast food. Be careful you don't get breakouts."

Kiyono Mizuki watched as these 'magical' things were taken from his hands and placed on his table.

She didn't touch those things at first, but stared longingly at the boy, unable to resist reaching out to grasp his long, broad hand.

"Why don't you take my life instead?"

Gen Tsukino couldn't help but smile and gently stroked her bangs.

"What would I do with your life? Is that how all you literary types talk?"

Kiyono Mizuki felt as if her heart was a warm ocean with a volcano about to erupt.

She didn't know how to describe it all. The help he gave her, the kindness that almost saved her from the abyss of darkness, was beyond measure. Most importantly, it made her feel his care for her.

A grand and dramatic rescue, if you call it moving.

She was willing to give her all for this kind of gentle, enduring care and consideration, even if it meant losing her life.

It's hard to imagine that anyone else in this lifetime would take such good care of me, asking for nothing in return.

I don't know if there's anyone else who can give me that kind of love that's so deep, that I wish I could become one with him and be a part of him.

"It's not an exaggeration; I just know clearly that no one but you would treat me like this."

Gen Tsukino smiled and gently rubbed her soft, warm hand.

"I've said it before, even without me, there would be someone who would be this good to you."

"But I won't accept anyone else but you."

"Teacher Kiyono, you mean it like that?"

"teacher?"

Kiyono Mizuki looked at him strangely.

Gen Tsukino nodded. "When you publish your works and become a great writer, many people will probably call you that, right? This is to help you get used to it in advance."

"I'm a teacher, so aren't you my student?"

Suddenly, Kiyono Mizuki asked a strange question.

The boy, on the other hand, paused for a moment. "This teacher isn't that teacher, is he? He's a little different. Wait, what are you doing?"

Before Tsukino Gen could finish speaking, he felt something strange in his waist.

Someone's trying to remove my armor! There's an assassin!

Looking down, I saw Kiyono Mizuki's flushed face. It was already somewhat rosy, but the rosy blush now gave it a completely different feel. Kiyono Mizuki herself had a rather pure and artistic temperament.

She's like the young woman who often appears in artistic photos.

They seem to live in a spiritual world different from that of ordinary people.

This created her unique temperament, making you feel that she would never be associated with dirty or evil things.

But ironically, despite having such a face, her eyes were terrifyingly hazy and ambiguous. The stark contrast between her appearance and her demeanor made her seem like a virtuous fairy who had fallen into depravity, beyond redemption, making one want to ruthlessly ravage her.

Kiyono Mizuki even bit her lip and looked up at the boy.

She became increasingly skilled and relaxed, able to untie seemingly complicated buttons between two fingers.

Gen Tsukino suddenly remembered that there seemed to be quite a few series in Japan that involved patients in wheelchairs.

However, those in wheelchairs are usually men, and their formidable enemy is nurses in uniform.
"There's no difference. Since you've called me teacher, I have an obligation to educate you, this bad student."

she said softly.

Gen Tsukino frowned slightly. Actually, there was nothing to worry about. Even if she didn't shower every day, she wouldn't have any odor. No, she really could smell it?

"You naughty student, do you even care about your personal hygiene? It smells terrible."

Looking at her slightly twitching nose, it contrasted sharply with the color of the Nanji Ren (of course I know she doesn't wear Nanji Ren everywhere, but this makes it easier for you to understand).

It doesn't taste like anything at all; it's just that that's what Kiyono Mizuki has been saying in the lines she's been studying lately.

I didn't write it down to please him; it's just that my work might be useful in the future.

Humph.

Even though he knew she was talking nonsense, the boy's heart couldn't help but burn with passion.

He didn't mean to refuse, but instead squinted at her and said, "Ms. Kiyono, isn't this a bit inappropriate? You're a top author with sales in the tens of millions, and there are so many fans lining up outside waiting for your autograph, yet you're just sitting here."

You're really playing along, aren't you? You're saying it's bad, but you're cooperating perfectly.

"What's wrong with that? A teacher's job is to educate bad students. Look at you, you've been harboring a lot of bad ideas, haven't you? Let the teacher cleanse them for you, okay?"

Looking at such an innocent face, yet uttering such seductive words.

It was indeed very exciting.

Some things are indeed not so easy to refuse, and why should I refuse? I've given so much and helped so much, isn't it just time to reap the rewards? I'm not some saint who doesn't ask for anything in return, if I could...

My friend prefers to be called a hardworking gardener.

"That wouldn't be good. What if the bad water contaminates the teacher? It might turn the teacher into a strange person. I can't bear to do that."

You're not going to tolerate it?!
Then don't bump my nose!

She was complaining in her heart, but the color on her face became even more vibrant.

Once the restraints are released, the launch begins.

It even made a clear sound.

Gen Tsukino clearly heard the girl swallow hard.

I thought to myself, it's not like we've never met before, is it really necessary?

Of course.

What Kiyono Mizuki couldn't understand was why, despite finding it grotesque and terrifying every time she saw it, she gradually grew to love it and treat it like her beloved toy.

Could it be that I am just this kind of strange girl?

Oh well, if it's strange, so be it. As long as he's happy.

"Teachers will definitely educate bad students properly. Don't be afraid, teachers will be very gentle."

The innocent-looking girl playing the role of a teacher quickly became muffled in her voice.

In fact, Tsukino Gen might wonder whether this kind of game was a method she devised to please herself, or whether she herself was obsessed with this method but perhaps hadn't realized it.

What if you become addicted or obsessed with it?
This carries the risk of escalating further and becoming increasingly excessive.

"hiss."

The boy gasped and unconsciously lowered his hand, while the girl seemed to feel encouraged by this.

As expected, the situation escalated further.

risk?

Is this a risk?
As long as you don't die, just play as hard as you can!

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(End of this chapter)