I practiced as a monk alone in Japan.

Chapter 182 Sister Dark Joy is Here

"call."

Smoke swirled under the lamplight.

It wafted from between the thin, rosy lips, and diffused from before the boy's long eyelashes.

"Cough cough cough."

Then came irregular coughing.

Tsukino Gen looked amusedly at the woman's beautiful back exposed behind her vest and gently patted it.

"If you don't smoke, why are you smoking?"

Mochizuki Miki choked so badly she almost cried, then stuffed the cigarette she'd only taken a puff of into Tsukino Gen's mouth and took a sip of water from the bedside table.

“When I was filming before, the plot required me to smoke, and it was a scene after the fact. I choked back then, but I still managed to take a few more puffs. I didn’t expect that I would still choke now.”

Gen Tsukino smoked the cigarette the woman had used, and to be honest, he didn't feel anything.

Nicotine didn't bring him any real excitement or comfort, and he didn't quite understand the logic behind the insistence on smoking afterwards. He turned around and stubbed out the cigarette in a disposable paper cup.

"That's quite a lifestyle."

Mochizuki Miki turned around and pressed against Tsukino Gen's bare chest.

Her eyes blinked, and the beautiful beauty mark under her eye seemed to become playful or subdued depending on her temperament.

The woman's long, white legs seemed to sway with her gaze. Her knee-length black stockings had long been tossed aside, as they were not exactly clean and had become one of the ways she tormented the boy.

Aren't you surprised that I'm filming this kind of movie?

Gen Tsukino shook his head. "It's normal, isn't it? The more so-called art films are, the more they are filled with scenes like this, bloody and violent or even suggestive. Besides, didn't you say you only use a stunt double for these kinds of scenes?"

"That's true, but how did you know? Don't you not pay attention to things outside of my movies?"

Mochizuki Miki smiled charmingly and reached out to poke the boy's cheek.

It was as if they were punishing a child who said one thing but meant another.

"Have you forgotten that I have a friend who's a huge fan of yours?"

"Oh, I remember now, at that premiere where so many unexpected things happened, I even took a picture with her."

Mochizuki Miki did indeed remember Kazama Sakura. After remembering her, she looked at Tsukino Gen with a playful gaze, "Speaking of which, if she knew that her favorite celebrity was sleeping in the bed of her favorite boy, wouldn't that be a bit too much of a blow to her?"

Gen Tsukino glanced at her and said without any guilt, "Anyway, nothing happened, so what's there to be upset about?"

"Heh, why don't you deny that you have no special relationship with her?"

Mochizuki Miki seemed to be dissatisfied, pouting like a jealous little girl, the kind of girl most commonly seen in relationships.

She's an actress, so of course she can act with ease. Tsukino Gen wouldn't believe that this is the real her.

Why deny it?

Gen Tsukino smiled and asked in return.

Mochizuki Miki nestled helplessly against him, feeling the boy's even stronger aura.

"So people are bound to have preferences. No matter how much you claim to treat everyone equally, you can't help but show bias. Special people get special treatment, right?"

"Yes, that makes sense."

"You're a complete scumbag, no doubt about it."

Gen Tsukino sighed, “The problem is, my issues are all laid out so clearly on the table, but it seems like the trouble hasn’t decreased at all.”

"Ha ha ha ha."

Mochizuki Miki laughed uncontrollably. "Do you think that writing 'scumbag' on your face will reduce your attractiveness to other men? No, as long as you are still the same person and look the same, countless people will still think that this is not a problem, but an interesting challenge. Of course, if you change your face, your personality, or your current abilities, things might be completely different."

"It's such a superficial world."

"That's always been the case."

Mochizuki Miki also turned over and looked at the empty ceiling with Tsukino Gen.

You can't see the magic in something just by looking at it, and whether there's a 'Tsukino Gen's cat' behind the ceiling is another matter entirely.

"Aren't you leaving yet?"

It was already quite late, and the young man didn't know if she had driven over, but if it was this late, he wouldn't mind giving her a ride on his electric scooter.

As for sending her home, forget it; that's too dangerous, and she might end up on the front page tomorrow. Whether Asagiri Rin can handle the public opinion, or whether she's even willing to, remains uncertain.

He doesn't want to be famous because of his status as a 'rumored boyfriend'.

The woman slightly propped herself up, causing her already loose tank top to slip down a bit. However, she made no attempt to conceal the glimpse of her exposed skin, letting her milky-white skin be displayed before Tsukino Gen's eyes.

Swaying.

Like a full, round moon.

"I'm hungry."

Are you hungry?
Damn, I almost opened my mouth wide.

I almost called my mom "Wa's junior brother".

The boy calmly looked away. "There's no takeout available at this hour."

“You have noodles; I saw them when I came in.”

"You still want me to cook noodles for you?"

Tsukino Gen asked, amused.

Mochizuki Miki nodded matter-of-factly, her chest swaying slightly. "Of course, what's wrong with giving me noodles? I'll eat all your noodles."

"Okay, okay, stop talking. People who know you are an actor would think you are some kind of stand-up comedian who only tells dirty jokes."

Gen Tsukino got up and put on his T-shirt.

Then he realized he might not be able to wear the T-shirt tomorrow, because the woman's overly enthusiastic movements had ripped the neckline to shreds. Recalling everything that had just happened, the woman's frenzy in her passion had exceeded Tsukino Gen's imagination.

Every inch of her own body seemed to have no taboos in her eyes.

Hehe, you're the best!

Mochizuki Miki hugged Tsukino Gen from behind, but because of the height difference, she could only kiss the back of the boy's neck.

Then she obediently let go.

Light the fire and start cooking the noodles. It's not a technical job; anyone with hands can do it. Tsukino Gen doesn't think any master chef's noodles will necessarily taste much better than your mother's.

He ripped open his clothes and shorts, then revealed an expression that looked like he was on drugs. What strange things was he thinking?

Gen Tsukino rubbed his head, feeling that because of this woman's appearance, he had started to fantasize about all sorts of things.

Whether youth turned rosy with the help of these people is unknown, but it certainly turned yellow quite a bit. I cooked two bowls of noodles and fried two eggs in each.

The ingredients are nothing special, just some chopped green onions and shredded cabbage, that's all.

"So you're hungry too?"

Seeing the two bowls of noodles being served, Mochizuki Miki said with a smile.

Gen Tsukino shrugged helplessly. "That's all the noodles we have, might as well cook them all."

"Well, can't you just admit you're a little tired and hungry too?"

What good would it do you to admit it?

"Of course, that proves that I did a pretty good job, that you enjoyed it and were involved in it, and that you expended a lot of energy."

"You did a very good job."

As Tsukino Gen said those words, he felt a little strange. "But doesn't it sound like a line that would only be spoken in some weird place?"

The young woman, mixing her noodles, looked at Tsukino Gen with a slightly flushed face. "You mean a bubble bath, or..."

"more or less."

"I've never been there, so I don't know. But I like hearing you say that."

She started eating the noodles, looking very content, and seemed to have forgotten all about talking.

Gen Tsukino watched the woman's incredibly real and natural movements with a sense of awe, which always gave people a strong feeling of contrast.

A movie queen who seems unapproachable and invincible on screen shouldn't be so down-to-earth and relatable in real life.

Will this make it impossible for me to immerse myself in the storylines of her movies in the future?

"Mmm~ So comfortable."

Faster than she expected, Mochizuki Miki finished the entire bowl of noodles, even drinking all the broth.

Are you that hungry?

Gen Tsukino asked with a smile.

Mochizuki Miki nodded matter-of-factly, "It's really tiring, okay? I didn't know something like this could be so exhausting. You'll see next time you come."

"How can I do it myself?"

"Hehe, then I'll do it."

Now, Tsukino Gen really didn't even want to roll his eyes anymore.

After finishing her meal, Mochizuki Miki remembered something.

"Things with Daigo Nakajima should be settled soon, but I doubt he'll agree to the negotiation demands so easily. Even if he does, there will likely be some traps set. Don't you really need to make any other preparations?"

Mochizuki Miki still cares about this matter.

Especially so far, Tsukino Gen has only asked Hakushiro to do things on their own, without asking for any help whatsoever.

This is really worrying.

It's certainly a good thing that he has confidence, but if that confidence turns into arrogance, then everyone's situation will be ruined.

Mochizuki Miki hasn't lost her mind and thinks that as long as the boy is safe and sound, that's all that matters. Of course, she still has to consider the entire family.

It remains important to ensure that he can leave his niece more assets to protect herself.

"I've prepared everything I need to. Just because you haven't seen it doesn't mean I haven't. I'm not the kind of person who would risk my life just to show off, even though I quite enjoy playing cards."

He laughed with a slightly self-deprecating tone.

Indeed, the fact that Mochizuki Miki didn't find anything noteworthy in the other person's room seemed to be proof of her lack of preparation.

But she never imagined that his so-called preparations were his entire being.

Mochizuki Miki took a deep look at the boy in front of her.

"The entire Baifeng Summit is now in your hands. I'm not saying this to put pressure on you, nor is it for the purpose of shifting blame later. I just want you to know that Hongye and I trust you completely right now. So, do whatever you want to do."

"Aren't you afraid of being ruined because of me?"

Gen Tsukino smiled and asked in return.

Mochizuki Miki stood up nonchalantly, picked up her hoodie, and left the black stockings lying on the chair.
"With you by my side, things will only get better. I've believed that from the beginning. If it doesn't work out in the end, then I'll just believe it's fate, and there's nothing more to say."

"I'll see you off."

Gen Tsukino didn't attach any conditions or reasons to her determination, nor did she need to.

The more you talk, the more it highlights your uncertainty.

"Actually, it's fine if I walk by myself, do you really want to see me off?"

Mochizuki Miki asked with a smile.

Gen Tsukino reluctantly picked up the key to the electric scooter on the table. "What can I do? I'm a rather responsible man."

"Don't make me laugh, hahaha."

In the end, after wrapping herself up again, Mochizuki Miki got on the back of Tsukino Gen's electric scooter and sped through the streets in the quiet of the night.

Since her debut, Mochizuki Miki has filmed many movies and has worked at various times.

There have been nights like this too.

Of course, there were also scenes where he rode a small electric scooter.

But it seems that no amount of words can describe the feeling of holding this boy's waist and feeling the summer breeze.

Perhaps all the freedom and beauty that people praise in this world cannot compare to the floating of his T-shirt.

The scent diffused in front of me.

Will there be another opportunity like this in the future?
No one knows.

She was now absolutely certain that her "go-for-it" attitude was the right thing to do.

Perhaps because of this illness, I have gained freedom and been reborn.

Is this a case of turning misfortune into blessing?
She unconsciously tightened her embrace around the boy's waist.

It's simply a miracle.

Why do I feel a little smug about it?

At 3:30 a.m. on the street, a superstar who is usually the center of attention and the center of everyone's admiration quietly enjoyed a moment of happiness at this time when no one cared.

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(End of this chapter)