I practiced as a monk alone in Japan.

Chapter 181 Their War and Slaughter

Chapter 181 Their War and Slaughter
Turn jokes into straight balls, and straight balls into jokes.

These are two completely different techniques, and they may lead to completely different results.

The key is whether you want the person who hears this to think it's a joke or the truth.

The woman who willingly rode on top of him is currently the most sought-after female celebrity in this country. She has countless fans and her professional skills are also quite outstanding.

But no matter how you look at it, it's hard to believe that such a big star would be in the home of a man who isn't even a fan of hers, and who is also a high school student. And the home is so simple and ordinary.

He's neither a rich second-generation nor a so-called chaebol heir.

He was just a simple, handsome boy with excellent grades.

Looking at Mochizuki Miki like this, it seems that these factors can generate a considerable sense of accomplishment.

Even Tsukino Gen, who considered himself to have excellent self-control, felt that many of his emotions were affected in front of this woman. It wasn't just because of her special identity, but because she was quite unique as a person.

Her legs, clad in black stockings that shone with a glossy sheen, were clenched tightly around her waist and abdomen.

In the room with the lights on, the light shines on it, and you can almost see the faint flesh color inside.

The hoodie, with the hood down, still looked a bit thick, but even so, it couldn't completely conceal the woman's graceful figure.

Feeling the soft, fragrant flesh in his arms, and the allure of this woman so close at hand.

Gen Tsukino chuckled, "I've only ever heard of sasaeng fans going to celebrities' homes, I've never seen a celebrity go to a fan's home."

"Are you a fan of mine?"

Mochizuki Miki asked with a smile, her long hair cascading down and swaying gently in the air conditioning. Her hand was subtly positioned between herself and Tsukino Gen's face, as if she wanted to touch him but hesitated.

"I've seen a few of your movies, but I've never cheered for you. I do have a good impression of you as a celebrity, but I wouldn't call myself a die-hard fan."

Gen Tsukino, on the other hand, began to analyze the situation seriously, perhaps feeling that such a situation required some time to think before acting.

Perhaps he understood what she wanted to do, or perhaps he understood that it was her physical condition that made her more willing to go all out than other women. He could just treat it as a good experience before the end of her life, after all, he was a pretty good target by all accounts.

"That's it, so it can only be considered the first scenario."

Mochizuki Miki was indeed in no hurry, as if closing the distance so quickly and reaching such an ambiguous position was just a small beginning.

Rather, it's more accurate to say that after letting go of my worries and defenses, and abandoning my previous insistence, every moment I spent with him brought me a joy and freedom I had never experienced before.

Do people really choose to fall into depravity simply because they want to give up on themselves?

Can't it be because you want to enjoy yourself?
"what's the situation?"

Tsukino Gendo asked.

The woman's eyes were like stars in the dark night, only her brilliance was focused on the boy's face.

She withdrew one hand from Tsukino Gen's shoulder and then grasped the zipper on the top of the hoodie.

"Tear."

As the zipper slowly slid down, the boy could clearly see what was inside.

It's like an iceberg gradually emerging from the water, like a beautiful stage play slowly drawing back the curtain.

It wasn't anything particularly exquisite or gorgeous.

It also has little to do with curiosity or interest.

It was a pure white tank top.

It perfectly showcased her beautiful shoulders, her shapely collarbones, and her deep cleavage. Even her armpits, which should have been hidden in shadow, were completely bare.
No, the focus is a little strange.

Tsukino Gen's Adam's apple bobbed honestly.

Mochizuki Miki's smile was charming and radiant, and her world-weary face was filled with a striking contrast because of this expression.

"The first scenario is that in real life, I could be your biggest fan, a sasaeng fan. So, it would be natural for me to find your address and sneak into your home."

She didn't rush to take off the entire hoodie.

But after unzipping the zipper, he once again got close to Tsukino Gen's face.

Her lips drew close to the boy's ear, her warm, moist breath enveloping him.

"I watched you sleep peacefully, then crawled into your blankets. I slept in the same bed with you."

"Waking up on the same morning, I'll hold you in my arms and bask in the warmth of the morning light."

Some of the sticky, sentimental words didn't sound very pleasant. Gen Tsukino frowned and couldn't help but complain.

"No, isn't this a little bit scary?"

"Is it scary? I thought you'd be quite moved to hear that."

Mochizuki Miki blinked and looked at the boy curiously.

Tsukino Gen said irritably, "Who are you trying to scare by playing the yandere here?"

"Pfft."

Mochizuki Miki couldn't help but laugh.

Are you very afraid of this?

"Nothing."

Even the most sickly yandere has to see if he can withstand a punch from his buddy, okay?

But Mochizuki Miki's focus was clearly not on that. She looked into the boy's eyes with a smile and said, "Because of possessiveness, you won't establish a clear relationship with anyone around you. But you don't want to go against your honest desires. You can accept it, but you can't take responsibility. Because you know everyone has possessiveness, and because you're too fickle, you worry that you won't be able to satisfy those girls' possessiveness and will hurt them."

"Your analysis is so logical and insightful, don't you have any concerns about this?"

Tsukino Gendo asked.

"What worries could I possibly have? Even if I wanted to possess you, I couldn't possess you for long. With this body of mine, who knows, I might be gone one day when you're not here. So, for me, the best way is to enjoy it. I'll enjoy it as long as I can."

"unless."

She squinted, as if her shoulders were too slippery and the hoodie finally couldn't hold on and slipped down.

Suddenly, the view opened up before me.

Her eerie expression was as if she were trying to bewitch a high monk into ruining his spiritual practice. "You can't give it that many times."

No need to use your hands, just a gentle twist of your waist.

Gen Tsukino couldn't help but gasp.

Indeed, the greatest obstacle in the cultivation process is always oneself. In this bustling city, no amount of dazzling lights and vibrant nightlife seems to compare to the simple methods of such a stunning beauty.

Such words are a provocation to men, a simple act of reverse psychology.

Tsukino Gen, however, grabbed the other's waist in an annoyed manner.

It stopped her from having the urge to dance on her own body.

"Don't give me that. You think you can take me for granted? I have no obligation to cooperate with you, and I won't soften my stance just because you're a dying man. Go back now, I need to rest."

It's not that they lack desire or ability.

For the time being, Tsukino Gen didn't want to invest any of that in this woman. After all, there wasn't much of an emotional foundation; the only attraction was her temperament and appearance, which seemed sufficient in this era.

After all, who lives in this world without seeking some taken-for-granted happiness?

He just felt that something was missing, and that was it.

If you start something wrong, everything that follows will feel wrong.

"Why are you so insistent? I'm not someone you need to take responsibility for."

She spoke softly, then leaned in and gently kissed the boy's cheek.

It's like a robot vacuum cleaner, exploring every possible place where dirt and grime might hide.

His cheeks, his eyebrows, even the swirls in his ears.

It seems as if they want to incorporate these places into their own territory and leave their mark on them.

To be honest, the erotic experience was secondary, but it was definitely a bit itchy.

In addition, her breathing became increasingly noticeable.

Gen Tsukino said softly, "Whether you need to take responsibility is your business, these are not conditions I agreed to. Stop messing around, I haven't even taken a shower yet."

"It's okay, I like your taste more and more."

It seemed as if to confirm this statement.

She even breathed heavily between Tsukino Gen's neck and neck.

Everything seemed to indicate that this situation was irreversible and would continue indefinitely.

Her purpose was clear; in her view, this so-called "window paper" was something that could be easily broken through.

Gen Tsukino grasped her waist and then stood up.

He easily flipped her over and pressed her onto the sofa.

But the woman's legs remained firmly planted around Tsukino Gen's waist, making her last stand.

She was almost sunken into the sofa, her rosy face and bright eyes fixed on the boy.

Even in this situation, he took the initiative to reach out and place his hand on Tsukino Gen's waist.

Tsukino Gen grabbed the other person's hands in an annoyed manner, holding them in front of him.

Mochizuki Miki did not struggle violently, but stared at Tsukino Gen with a charming smile.

"It's already quite amazing that I can do this much. After all, even if I don't have much time, I wouldn't be so desperate as to eat anything indiscriminately."

It might seem like she's saying that Tsukino Gen is a bit ungrateful, but in reality, she's trying to tell him that her choice wasn't without emotional bias, and that it wasn't because she's given up on herself or acting recklessly.

Gen Tsukino, of course, understood what the other person meant.

He simply said calmly, "I just feel that for the first time, we should think carefully and entrust it to someone important."

Mochizuki Miki blinked; she was actually somewhat moved at that moment.

These seemingly foolish words, the kind of words that only appear in movies and novels and belong to the kind of silly protagonists, are actually quite inexplicable in their innocence and simplicity when they come out of his body.

That's why Mochizuki Miki's emotions were so deeply stirred.

She held the boy's hands in return, smiled, and said, "You are an important person to me."

"Huh? I mean, this is my first time."

Mochizuki Miki: ? ? ?
Wait.

Does this mean I'm not an important person?!
The woman's expression changed drastically; her initial tenderness and emotion turned into a sharp edge.

She used the force of Tsukino Gen's unyielding grip to sit up and then threw herself into the boy's arms without a care.

She no longer cares how difficult it is to unbutton a man's clothes.

"Never mind, give it to me!"

"No, no, no, don't tear my pants."

"Give me!"

"Let's talk this out! I told you not to tear this up, what am I supposed to wear tomorrow?!"

"I'll buy you another one! Take your hand off me!"