I practiced as a monk alone in Japan.

Chapter 148 What kind of atmosphere do you want?
A quiet room, tea boiling.

The rolling sound was like a fish struggling to its death in a hot pan.

After a while, Shiramine Koyo still hadn't completely calmed down her anger and resentment.

From the beginning, she did not believe that there were omnipotent people in the world, otherwise how could her father, who seemed to be able to withstand all storms, have fallen down because of a simple accident?

Otherwise, why would her aunt, whom she trusted so much, abandon her because of the appearance of another person, and even use her as a bargaining chip?
This disappointment felt no different from the feeling of betrayal, making her almost instantly unable to believe anything around her. Even though she was in the courtyard where she had grown up, she felt like she was in a cage, surrounded by shackles that monitored her.

"Aren't you finished talking yet?"

She asked Kitagawa Shiro, who was standing at the door with his head down.

Kitagawa Shiro shook his head.

She even felt that the man she had gone to great lengths to save now treated her with much contempt. It was all because of that boy's appearance.

Why do they all trust him so much? Is he some kind of superman?
She found the idea itself laughable.

"Go keep an eye on things, and call me when it's over."

"Yes."

Kitagawa Shiro left and closed the door behind him.

Shirafumi Koyo opened the laptop on the table and then accessed the surveillance footage.

The footage from the surveillance camera caused her pupils to contract instantly, and her hand gripping the teacup tightened abruptly, as if she were about to crush it.

She saw a scene she could never believe.

Men and women in a tea room.

She sat upright on the tatami mat, while he lay flat on her lap.
How did it turn into this scene?
Gen Tsukino closed his eyes slightly. Looking at the other person's face from this angle was a bit strenuous, and it would make his eye pressure a little high, so he simply stopped looking. Even though the other person was very pleasing to the eye.

I could clearly feel the smooth, shapely thighs of Mochizuki Miki against the back of my head. It was like a pillow with memory function, making it easy to find the most comfortable angle.

When did it start?

She probably asked him if he was tired after talking for so long, and the clueless boy answered based on his feelings that he was indeed a little tired.

Then he suggested giving himself a massage, and Tsukino Gen did not refuse.

A nationally renowned celebrity giving him a massage. There seems to be no reason to refuse such a perk. He's not exactly a saint, so taking advantage of the situation is only natural.

I never expected that this kind of massage would give Tsukino Gen the illusion that if I paid a little more money and extended the time, I could get other services.

"Is the force appropriate?"

Especially considering this woman's main profession is acting, her basic skills in delivering lines are quite excellent; every word she speaks from this angle sounds like a massage to the ears.

Gen Tsukino slightly opened her eyes, and you could see the angle from which she was looking down.

That cold, world-weary face made her seem distant, yet her hand was pressed against her forehead.

"Are you really that eager to push your niece into a fire pit?"

The previous topic was briefly ended, but what needed to be said still needed to be said. Some of her behaviors and mindsets had reached a point where even Tsukino Gen found them interesting.

What's most remarkable is that she's an actress, so she can switch between various states and play different roles very naturally. When will she reveal her most authentic self? That's something to be curious about.

"Why are you a pit of fire? To her, you should be her savior."

Mochizuki Miki spoke softly, her warm breath feeling sweet and comforting on Tsukino Gen's cheek. Her fingers gently massaged the boy's forehead and temples. Her service was impeccable.

"I'm not some savior, and this is just the beginning. It's not over yet. You trust me that much?"

“I’ve seen how special you are, so I believe you. And I don’t think you would be a bad match for her. You’re handsome, you have a great physique, and you could even say she’s not good enough for you.”

Gen Tsukino almost laughed, and the corners of his mouth did indeed turn up slightly.

"Wouldn't she be heartbroken if she knew you were using her as a bargaining chip?"

"To still have this kind of mentality at this point only shows that she is completely unprepared. I think she will adapt quickly. Besides, this is not a bargaining chip. Essentially, I am not someone who is trading with you. After all, my time is limited, and I may not be able to see the results. So it all depends on whether she understands what is the best choice for her."

"How cold-hearted. I don't really like this kind of transaction, just like I don't like eating food that's cold."

The boy clasped his hands over his stomach, enjoying the moment without showing any sign of being flattered.

"It's okay. A smart woman knows when to be affectionate and when not to be clingy. You just need to give her a chance to relax, take care of her occasionally, or treat her as a fun bed partner. Let go when you get bored, and meet up when you're interested. You won't lose anything."

"It's hard to imagine that a biological aunt would say such a thing."

Tsukino Gen said it sarcastically.

The other person looked over and met the boy's gaze, which was not gentle and was even somewhat sharp.

Her smile was beautiful and charming; she displayed the full range of a performer's allure to the fullest.

"I've done everything I could for her future. She'll understand; after all, the dead deserve respect."

Her current allure is like that of a prostitute who would sell anything for profit. Although it may sound insulting, Tsukino Gen felt that this was exactly what she wanted to feel.

Before Tsukino Gen could do anything excessive, she tore off her goddess disguise herself, just like a fairy who willingly fell into mortal form.

The feeling was indescribably strange. Even though he knew it might be her doing, Tsukino Gen felt that he might have to cooperate.

So he spoke up easily and without any burden.

"According to you, you don't have much time left anyway. Why not use yourself as one of your bargaining chips? After all, you're a nationally renowned celebrity, so it might be more satisfying to use you."

Using the word 'use' directly is already quite insulting.

Soon, a perfect blush appeared on Mochizuki Miki's face, not too bright, but easily captured by Tsukino Gen.

"Tsukino-kun, everything I'm saying is based on the premise that this matter is over."

Gen Tsukino smiled. "There's such a thing as a deposit, isn't there?"

If you're going to humiliate someone, then humiliate them to the bitter end.

He didn't think there was anything excessive about it, because the other party had offered the opportunity to bring it up themselves.

Mochizuki Miki's hand gently roamed down from Tsukino Gen's temple, reaching near the boy's cheek. Her slender fingers seemed to be tracing Tsukino Gen's jawline.

It was as if she was gently cradling his head.

"I thought Tsukino-kun was really honest." The tone seemed somewhat reproachful.

Gen Tsukino curled the corners of his lips, feeling the other's body gradually pressing down, as if the shadows of two mountains were about to cover his vision.

"I'm a very honest person, and I'm still a virgin."

"Pfft."

"What are you laughing at? Tell the truth."

"Mmm, I believe you."

"It doesn't seem like they believe it at all."

"How can I prove I believe you? Do you want me to take my heart out and show it to you?"

She asked with a smile.

Gen Tsukino saw the heavy weight before him, wrapped in the fabric around his chest, like fruit waiting to be picked.

Gen Tsukino was very suspicious. What exactly did she mean by taking something out?

The boy sighed, "Alright, I know you're an actor, I can't outact like you."

Gen Tsukino took the initiative to break free from the ambiguous posture, sat up cross-legged, and then turned around to face Miki Mochizuki.

The woman, dressed neatly with her black stockings gleaming, smiled as she looked at Tsukino Gen.

"Does Tsukino-kun mean that everything just now was an act by me?"

"Otherwise, I don't think such a small price would make you willing to give up everything, even if your time is up."

She was a proud person, and her status allowed her to have a high perspective. How could she possibly accept such a humiliating deal?
The woman fell silent.

"You've overlooked the most important thing."

"what?"

"You are a very charming guy. I feel that meeting a young man like you before the end of my life is a farewell gift from God."

Gen Tsukino didn't answer that question, but instead smiled and said, "Is Ms. Mochizuki very good at kissing scenes?"

Mochizuki Miki shook her head, "I've never kissed anyone. Any kissing scenes I've filmed have been done with a body double or by using camera tricks."

Won't the director have any objections?

“If I were an ordinary actor without any connections, of course there would be objections, and I might even be told things like, ‘You’re all just selling yourselves, what are you pretending for?’ But the thing is, I happen to have some connections.”

Even though I knew it wasn't necessary to go into such detail, I still explained it very clearly.

She is so sensible.

Tsukino Gen's smile could no longer be so relaxed.

"I had no idea I had such charm that I could make you do this."

Mochizuki Miki shook her head.

"Tsukino-kun's charm is indescribable. And I thought, since you've already seen me so embarrassingly in the movie theater, there's really nothing to hold a grudge about. I might as well experience everything I'm supposed to experience before I die. And you just happen to be a man I don't dislike, and who is also very charming."

The reasons were clearly stated and were reasonable.

The pulling was just right, even measured.

Gen Tsukino didn't know how to describe the woman in front of him, so he shook his head with a wry smile.

"I'm still not as charming as you say, otherwise I wouldn't have asked you to use just a kiss as a deposit."

Is a top female celebrity's first kiss cheap? Of course not, but it might be worthless in her eyes.

Mochizuki Miki blinked and then gently approached.

She pressed herself against the boy's chest, but reached out and lingered her hand near his lower abdomen, while exhaling a fragrant breath in front of Tsukino Gen.

"I could try doing something I've never done before, but those things are all about the right atmosphere, otherwise they lack aesthetic appeal. Right?"

"Then I'll tell you something that might set the mood."

"Ok?"

Mochizuki Miki looked at Tsukino Gen with a puzzled expression.

Gen Tsukino looked into her eyes and said, "I can try to help with your illness."

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In an instant, her pupils dilated uncontrollably.

Even the most perfect actor revealed flaws in his acting skills at this moment.

She didn't repeatedly ask herself if it was true.

Gen Tsukino did not offer any further assurances.

He simply reached out and placed his hand on the top of her head, which was covered with thick hair.

All she had to do was meekly lower her proud head, which she had never bowed to for anyone before.

Gen Tsukino squinted slightly as he looked up at the ceiling.

The other person's struggle and resistance at that moment gave him the most pleasurable pleasure.

There was no other way; if she had even the slightest thought of wanting to live, she would inevitably reveal a flaw so that Tsukino Gen could be certain that his future efforts would yield a guaranteed result.

This somewhat complicated and exhausting tug-of-war, I still won.

The gray-haired woman, her pretty face flushed, stared wide-eyed in disbelief as she intently stared at the computer screen.

"Snapped!"

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(End of this chapter)