I practiced as a monk alone in Japan.

Chapter 159 Counterfeit Alcohol Harms People! (5000 words~)

It's probably normal for others to call Sakuraba Yuki "teacher," since that's her profession.

To put it even more negatively, it might just be the young couple's romantic banter.

But
Sakuraba Yuki clearly used the word 'bad student,' which made it all the more unusual.

This is not something that can be discussed openly.

A teacher and student entering and leaving a bar together, and in such an ambiguous manner? Even if they didn't directly engage in any intimate actions like a couple, the photo I just took of the two of them leaving the bar side by side is enough to stir up quite a bit of public opinion.

Especially considering that Sakuraba Yuki is such a young and beautiful teacher, the credibility of this kind of public opinion is quite high.

Even if the two of them don't care, the school can't ignore the social impact, especially how other students' parents view this matter.

Simply put, if this photo were released, even if it's a bit blurry, but paired with a sufficiently convincing 'personal testimony,' it would absolutely be a threat that could ruin Yuki Sakuraba's entire career.

Shinji Yamaguchi was still somewhat dazed when he returned to his seat among his colleagues.

The hand holding the wine glass was trembling slightly, it was hard to tell whether it was excitement or an inexplicable panic and unease.

The excitement stemmed from the fact that he seemed to have grasped the weakness of the woman he couldn't have, and the panic also came from this.

Is he really going to do something like this? This is practically the same as extortion, isn't it? Ultimately, it's something driven by selfish desires, although in his opinion, it's indeed immoral for a teacher and student to be involved.

But if I did that, it would be even more heinous.

He became the villain in novels and TV shows. He was a doctor who should have a brighter future, and in principle, he shouldn't leave any stain on his career.

He paid close attention to this during his time as a doctor.

Will taking this step lead to a safe and successful acquisition of what you desire, opening the door to a new world, or will it truly be a step into an abyss of no return?
"Alright, alright, that's enough. Let's stop drinking here. We still have another round to go."

"That's true. Let's go, let's go outside and talk about it."

Together with their colleagues who were preparing to leave, they walked out of the still fairly crowded Paper Airplane area.

Surrounded by several men with their arms around each other, Shinji Yamaguchi was still somewhat dazed. Of course, his companions thought he was simply drunk.

No one knows what he is thinking.

At this point, Shinji Yamaguchi was still struggling internally. His long-standing education and the hardships he had endured in that small town had made him cherish his reputation.

until.

The group saw a young and beautiful woman emerge from not far away.

She has a charming and beautiful face, and a hot figure accentuated by a form-fitting long dress.

She stood by the roadside, holding her phone, seemingly waiting for something. Soon, a black sedan pulled up in front of her, and out stepped a man with slightly graying temples.

Without any hesitation, he pulled the stunningly beautiful woman into his arms. The woman not only showed no resistance, but also, slightly drunk, kissed and cuddled his aged face.

They got into the car together and disappeared from the group's sight.

My colleague took a deep drag on his cigarette.

"Damn it, when I'm rich in the future, I'll only date young girls!"

Another man chuckled and said, "Do you remember the vice president's wife?"

"I remember! Damn, the first time I saw her, I thought she was there for a medical checkup. She was so young and beautiful, with that swaying waist, and those red-soled high heels, tsk tsk tsk, anyone who didn't know better would think she was from Kabukicho. Old cow, you should really go after young girls!"

"Hey, the car's here, let's go."

The car that had been arranged arrived, and the colleagues pushed and shoved each other to get in.

until
"Hey, Yamaguchi, what are you doing standing around here?"

The man standing alone by the roadside had disheveled hair and an unfathomable gaze in the dimly lit street.

His soul seemed to wander outside the heavens until it gradually returned to his body, at which point he turned to look at the group.

"You guys go ahead, I have something to take care of and need to head back first."

"Hey? You're not going now?"

"Stop messing around, we agreed to be together!"

Shinji Yamaguchi looked at the group with an unusually clear mind, revealing a calm smile that seemed almost unnatural.

"I'm really not going. You guys go ahead and have fun."

After saying that, he walked alone along the long road toward the next street lamp.

His figure was steady, and his steps were not unsteady; he showed no signs of being drunk at all.

Several colleagues looked at each other.

"Are we still going?"

"Nonsense, does that mean we won't play if he doesn't go? He's just unlucky today. Let's go."

"And he doesn't seem to have had much to drink. Sigh... Yamaguchi is such a strange person."

……

"The stars are so beautiful."

Carrying her bag, Sakuraba Yuki's steps were a little unsteady, and her figure seemed unstable, but she felt free because of it.

The boy beside her emanated a faint, warm scent, a scent she found difficult to describe. It wasn't the smell of shower gel, shampoo, or perfume. It seemed to emanate from him personally.

You need to be very close to smell it, and once you do, it's hard to forget its scent.

It's like a distinctive symbol belonging to a person, a mark etched on their soul.

Gen Tsukino strolled leisurely with the woman. The sky was indeed very clear today, with no dark clouds veiling the starry sky. The moon was close, and the starlight was bright.

"I heard there's a fireworks display at the beach tonight, did you go see it?"

The woman, holding her bag behind her back, moved with a light and graceful gait, as if the alcohol had taught her to dance.

With a light turn, her bodycon skirt naturally didn't create any ripples, but her long, curly hair radiated out like waves.

The rosy cheeks perfectly brightened her complexion, and the somewhat deserted streets made her feel free.

Therefore, you can do things you never dared to think of before.

Gen Tsukino smiled at her, "To be honest, I went today. I was just getting home when you called me."

Sakuraba Yuki paused for a moment, then took small steps to Tsukino Gen's side. The sound of her high heels clicking was quite amusing, like the humorous background music often found in a comedy movie.

"Who did you go with?"

"Kazama Sakura."

"Then why did you agree to come out and drink with me? Aren't you tired?"

I actually had a feeling about who this person would be, so it wasn't exactly a surprise. After all, to anyone's eyes, Tsukino and Kazama from Class 3 were a very well-matched couple.

Basically, the teachers turn a blind eye, and some even make small jokes about them occasionally.

She was simply curious that this boy seemed to have an unbelievable amount of energy, and was even willing to come out and accompany her for such a considerable period of time.

Gen Tsukino's smile is refreshing.

"After all, Sakuraba-neechan's voice sounded so dejected on the phone, so I seemed to have no reason to refuse."

Upon hearing this, Sakuraba Yuki paused in her tracks.

She averted her gaze somewhat uncomfortably, her heartbeat seemingly erratic under the influence of alcohol.

The feeling of the wind blowing across my face wasn't a blast of heat, nor was it cool; rather, it felt like fingers were gently caressing my face. It was very itchy.

She reached up to brush away the stray strands of hair that had fallen across her cheek, her tone deliberately nonchalant.

"It seems like it's another day of being taken care of by you. I'm such an unreliable older sister."

Is she still putting herself in the position of the older sister and playing her role?

Gen Tsukino found it somewhat amusing, but he chose not to expose anything further.

Just nodded.

"It's good that you know, so it's not really inappropriate for you to call me brother in private."

"Get lost! You're pushing your luck, aren't you?"

Upon hearing this, Sakuraba Yuki's eyes widened.

Why does it sound so much like she's being coquettish?

She doesn't know how to act coquettishly, nor does she consider it an essential weapon for a beautiful woman.

My family consisted of a harsh father and a pragmatic mother who taught me about the hardships of life and the mundane, expensive details of daily necessities.

She knew from a young age that she couldn't get anything by acting cute, and later, having no dating experience and not being good at interacting with boys, she had even less of a chance. She almost didn't think she had this skill.

Why now?
But the exceptionally handsome young man in front of her was looking at her with a smile.

"You said all of this. I just slightly extended the topic. Is that considered pushing your luck?"

Sakuraba Yuki squinted and, fueled by alcohol, 'warned' the other party.

"I'm so much older than you, you can't be disrespectful, you know?"

Gen Tsukino shrugged indifferently.

"Then don't call me every time you're sad or upset, crying that you have no friends and no one to drink with you to cheer you up."

When this was mentioned, Sakuraba Yuki's cheeks turned even redder.

A defiant argument.

"I didn't cry! I just 'hey hey hey'."

As if arguing would exhaust all his strength, his old problem of losing his balance reappeared, but this time Tsukino Gen was very alert, as if he had anticipated this scene.

As her high heels began to falter and she swayed slightly, the boy reached out and placed his hands on her shoulders.

It's like righting a roly-poly toy, or stabilizing a vase that's about to fall on a table.

"If you know you're wearing high heels, don't wobble around like that. People who don't know better might think you're about to dance."

Sakuraba Yuki, who had been restrained, looked up at the boy in front of her. His slightly reproachful tone was surprisingly pleasant, as if one could hear doting affection in his complaint.

She realized that she was indeed being very out of her mind.

How could she feel like she was being pampered by this young man?
Seeing the other person's eyes up close made it even more irresistible, and I wanted to immerse myself in that feeling, as if this night was an illusion, as if I were dreaming.

Perhaps in reality, Sakuraba Yuki is already passed out on the table, drooling and lost in her dreams.

What are you staring at me for? Have you lost your mind?

Gen Tsukino noticed the other person's somewhat dazed expression, so he reached out and patted the other person's head.

Sakuraba Yuki then realized what was happening and immediately took two steps back, breaking free from the illusion that had left her somewhat disoriented.

She opened her eyes wide and looked at the boy in front of her, suppressing the burning emotions on her face.

"What are you doing? You're being disrespectful again!"

"Sakuraba-neechan is really too much. If it weren't for me, you would have fallen to the ground."

"No, no, that's not true. It's just a gait, like a model walking on the red carpet. It looks like she's about to fall, but she's actually perfectly fine!"

"is it?"

"Ok!"

As if to persuade the boy, she immediately walked forward.

Gen Tsukino didn't move; he just watched her quietly.

I watched as her steps began to falter, and then I saw her scream in surprise.

"what!"

Then he collapsed to the ground.

This is a woman whose chances of tripping and falling on flat ground increase dramatically after drinking alcohol; she possesses the strangest passive skill in the world.

Gen Tsukino, suppressing a laugh, walked over to the other woman and looked at the young woman with her head down and long hair covering her face.

"Is this the same gait used by models on the red carpet?"

He squatted there and asked softly.

Sakuraba Yuki was almost in tears from embarrassment. She swore it wasn't her doing, but for some reason, she couldn't even walk straight. Especially when she thought about the boy watching her, she became increasingly unsteady and awkward.

"Stop, stop talking."

She could only cover her face to prevent her embarrassment from being fully revealed.

Although in Tsukino Gen's eyes it was about the same.

Instead of kicking someone when they were down, the boy reached out his hand to the other person.

"Alright, it's getting late, stop fooling around."

"Who's messing with you? You're being so disrespectful!"

Despite muttering to herself, Sakuraba Yuki obediently handed over her hand and placed it in the boy's warm palm.

With his force, the woman stood up again.

This time, Gen Tsukino accompanied her to the residential area, and there were no more incidents of her slipping and falling on flat ground.

Even Yuki Sakuraba herself was surprised.

So I can walk so steadily? Where did I go wrong before?

"Alright, I don't need to bring it up this time, right?"

Tsukino Gendo asked.

Sakuraba Yuki remembered the last time he took her home. Although she was very drunk that time and didn't remember many details, she still remembered that there was a lot of physical contact because of it.

There's a lingering, bittersweet feeling about it.

She quickly dismissed the dangerous thought and said softly, "Okay, I'm going upstairs now. You should go home early too, and be careful."

"Ah."

".Good night."

"Good night."

She went upstairs in a somewhat hurried manner.

All the way, I restrained the urge to turn back. Did I want to take one more look at the beautiful stars and moon tonight? Or was it Tsukino Gen, who was even more dazzling than the Milky Way?
Regardless, she managed to restrain herself and began to take deep breaths after entering the elevator.

He calmed his heaving chest.

Somewhat lost in thought, he stared at the color of the light, lost in a daze that he himself didn't even know he was in.

Once we reached the floor, I took out my key and opened the door.

Instead of going to wash up as usual, she threw her high heels aside, tossed her bag onto the sofa, and then sank herself into the soft sofa.

A lot seems to have happened today.

But in the end, it seemed like a lot of effort wasted, with no results.

reward
Thinking about this, her face flushed slightly again, almost unconsciously.

I seem to rely on Tsukino Gen more than I thought.
But I was able to live a good life outside of the orphanage, so why do I seem unable to shake off certain emotions once I'm in a different environment?

Alcohol is still harmful.

"You can't drink so much next time."

She rubbed her hair in slight distress.

Looking at the glaring light from the ceiling.

"At least I can't drink so much when I'm with him."

"hiss"

"Why are you already thinking about next time? This is absolutely terrible, Sakuraba Yuki."

The person was muttering something to themselves, too lazy to get up.

Just as I was about to drift off to sleep on the sofa, my phone vibrated.

She regained a little clarity, and her first thought was whether it was Tsukino Gen calling to ask if she had arrived home safely.
But when you pick it up, you see the name Shinji Yamaguchi.

Why would you call yourself at this time?
Sakuraba Yuki frowned; she instinctively felt that something was amiss.

But after thinking about what happened tonight, I think I should explain a little. I have no feelings for him, and it's not because of anyone else.

So she answered the phone.

"Hey?"

"Hello. This is Yamaguchi."

Shinji Yamaguchi's voice came from the other end, sounding somewhat somber.

"Is there something you need calling at this hour?"

The voice on the other end paused for a moment before speaking.

"Do you have time? Can we meet at this time?"

What time is it?
She frowned and replied, "It's getting late. Let's talk on the phone."

There's no real reason we absolutely have to meet, and everything that needed to be said was already cleared up at dinner.
"Is it because it's too late, or because it's inconvenient?"

But the other party said something like that.

This was clearly a sarcastic remark, which instantly displeased Sakuraba Yuki.

I don't quite understand what you mean?

"Don't you understand? You and that handsome guy... you're together now, aren't you?"

Sakuraba Yuki couldn't help but scoff, then gave a cold reply.

"Who I'm with is none of your business, don't you think that's very impolite? If you've had too much to drink, go and rest early. Delete my contact information beforehand, and I don't think there's any need to contact you again."

After saying that, Sakuraba Yuki prepared to hang up the phone.

She didn't originally dislike Shinji Yamaguchi this much, but since he could say such things, regardless of whether he was drunk or a childhood friend she had known before, she wouldn't give him that kind of face.

But just before she hung up the phone, she heard...

"Politeness? It's certainly not as polite as a teacher who has an ambiguous relationship with a student. Tell me, what would happen if I published the news that you were dating your student and posted the photos at your school?"

Sakuraba Yuki's hand suddenly stopped.

The button was on the hang-up button, but I didn't press it for a long time.

Her expression froze for a moment, then she gritted her teeth.

"What nonsense are you talking about!"

"It's fine if you don't admit it. If you don't come out and talk to me tonight, I guarantee this will spread throughout your entire school, even though it's summer vacation now."

……

(End of this chapter)