I practiced as a monk alone in Japan.

Chapter 193 The Rain Is Still Falling
"how do you feel?"

Tick.

Water droplets are falling from the eaves.

"It feels very comfortable."

Red, thin lips.

"What about something more detailed?"

Long, slender fingers; skin with a cool, luminous sheen.

"It's okay to use a little more force, I can tolerate pain quite well. So if you have any other fetishes, I can accept them too."

A face like a peach petal, eyes without any flaws, slightly narrowed at the corners—is it the ultimate enjoyment? Or the gentle, flowing pleasure?

"Don't say such strange things. I'm trying to help you see if there's a solution to your problem. Why are you saying all this? Besides, is it really me who has a fetish? Or is it just you?"

Some low beds were simply placed in a separate room, against the wooden floor, as if they were just makeshift beds on the floor.

Gen Tsukino remembers that people on the peninsula might prefer beds without legs.

Whether it's down-to-earth or not is unknown, but there's definitely no risk of the bed collapsing.

There were no erotic scenes as imagined, and after the major event, there was no outpouring of suppressed pressure through animalistic instincts. After all, for Tsukino Gen, there was really no extra pressure. Or rather, the act of killing itself was a form of catharsis.

They were simply on this bed, the boy using his hands to feel the other's internal condition.

At the same time, I could clearly feel that the spiritual energy between heaven and earth had become more abundant, just as I had imagined.

This abundance exceeds any previous scale.

Even without much effort from Tsukino Gen, they all became tadpoles searching for their mother, relentlessly burrowing into his body.

It seemed like a perfect ending, but Tsukino Gen couldn't help but wonder, if obtaining abundant spiritual energy required going through such experiences, what kind of scene would he need when he reached a higher level in the future?

Depend on.

Am I going to end up like some art student who failed the college entrance exam?
Temporarily putting aside his daydreams, Gen Tsukino felt that his current mental state was relatively normal, and he had no tendency to go to extremes.

Besides, there is still beauty in this world. For example, the woman currently under my control is one of the symbols of beauty.

Mochizuki, whose figure, appearance, and the smoothness of her skin were all top-notch, felt the boy's hands roaming over her body.

It wasn't such a vulgar or obscene description.

Gen Tsukino was actually very restrained and did not act recklessly just because the other party was bold.

He only sensed the woman's condition in very ordinary areas, such as her arms, wrists, neck, and waist. At the same time, he tentatively released his internal energy to enter her meridians.

Gen Tsukino discovered that Miki Mochizuki's physical condition was not good; her meridians were blocked in many places, and her breathing was not smooth.

Moreover, there are many of these congestion points, and they are often intertwined.

Like a tangled ball of yarn, it's not only knotted together but also has many knots. It's no exaggeration to say that it's just like those long-haired pets with matted fur that are the most troublesome to deal with in pet stores.

Is this a genetic problem?
Gen Tsukino didn't know, but he realized that this was indeed a huge project. It wasn't particularly difficult, but it was certainly troublesome and would take a considerable amount of time.

It is by no means something that can be accomplished overnight.

Fortunately, as long as the problem can be identified and a solution is found, it proves that there is hope and it is not a true terminal illness.

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After Tsukino Gen finished sensing it, he saw that the woman's face had become rosy, and her skin also seemed to have turned a rosy red.

It looks like it's covered with cherry blossom petals.

In fact, it's hard to resist a superstar who's even more alluring than the whole spring.

"Hmm, what are you doing?"

The woman, of course, didn't understand what Tsukino Gen was doing. The boy, looking like an old Chinese medicine doctor, would sometimes close his eyes and sometimes ponder deeply on his own.

He didn't even reach the crucial spots, as if he was trying to drive someone crazy with impatience.

I've never seen such a strange hobby before. Could it be that the saying goes, "The more extraordinary a person is, the more geniuses among geniuses, and the stranger their hobbies become"?
"I told you, let me check your body."

"Don't you need to take your clothes off?"

"We're not talking about looking."

"Oh."

Mochizuki Miki puffed out her cheeks slightly, her bright eyes looking at the boy, as if expressing her dissatisfaction in this way.

I don't know what she's unhappy about.

Gen Tsukino looked at the other person with amusement. "What are you thinking about? This is serious business."

"So what did you figure out?"

"It's nothing, there should be a way to cure it."

"Ok?"

Mochizuki Miki clearly didn't believe this claim, after all, in the mouths of countless doctors, intractable diseases based on genetic issues were basically equivalent to incurable diseases. That wasn't something modern medicine could easily handle.

Even medical institutions that can develop treatment plans for them are few and far between, and they generally have little confidence in their abilities.

This boy is already amazing enough for the entire Baifeng Society; how could she dare to hope for more? Even Superman isn't omnipotent, is he?
Gen Tsukino didn't explain much. He simply said calmly, "It's not particularly difficult to solve, but it will take a lot of time. Let's leave it for today. We can try again later when both of us have time."

It was already quite late.

Even a busy young man isn't immune to fatigue; it's not that he's physically exhausted, but rather that mental weariness makes him crave rest.

Hearing Tsukino Gen's words, Mochizuki Miki clearly realized the change in his attitude. Did he really have a solution?

So much so that the woman's eyes widened uncontrollably, and her beauty mark seemed to come alive.

"Are you kidding?"

Is it really funny to joke about something like this?

Giving hope to a desperate person is certainly a good thing, but if that hope is a joke, doesn't that mean there's even darker despair to come? Gen Tsukino, of course, knows his limits. He never makes hasty judgments on such matters.

"But how is this possible?"

When she first approached Gen Tsukino, she was filled with hope. But she was rejected.

The reason is simple: he doesn't want to get too involved with people he doesn't know. There are so many births, aging, sickness, and deaths in this world. While his magical abilities can solve some problems, acting recklessly would put Tsukino Gen in a dangerous situation.

Now, after experiencing so much, Mochizuki Miki herself feels that her life may have been fulfilled, and she no longer needs to be obsessed with the length of her life.

I had already let it go, but he told me that there might really be a way?

This feeling of extreme ups and downs is not pleasant, but who would really want to refuse the chance to live a little longer?

But can this really be achieved? The unreal, dreamlike feeling still surrounds me.

Gen Tsukino, of course, wouldn't give the other person too much hope at this time. He smiled and looked at the woman's childlike innocent expression.

"As I said, I'll try my best. Although I think it can be resolved, it might not be, so just keep your previous mindset. If it really works out, that would be a pleasant surprise."

The woman let out a long sigh.

She wrapped herself around the boy's body again. Tsukino Gen, wearing a vest, looked relaxed and lazy, but in Mochizuki Miki's eyes, she was excessively sexy.

Her collarbones were more beautiful than a woman's, and her muscle definition, while not exaggerated, was still within aesthetic standards. Especially captivating was the indescribable allure she possessed.

He is the very embodiment of a whirlpool; any woman who gets close to him is naturally drawn in by his charm. Perhaps men are no exception?
"I know what you mean. Actually, I was thinking that if it's too much to ask, then it's okay. You've already done so much for me, and I would feel guilty if you did any more."

"Guilty?"

"Yes, I'll feel that what I can give you is far less than what you give me."

At this point, there's no need for fancy words or sentimentality.

Her words came from the heart, reflecting her true thoughts. It's very difficult for people to be honest about their inner thoughts; it requires not only daring to speak out, but also finding the right way to express them, and being prepared for unexpected responses.

These are all reasons why people are unable to openly communicate with each other.

Now, Mochizuki Miki has no such worries, and doesn't need to use elaborate words to package her true feelings. She can honestly express her feelings, even if it seems humble or insignificant.

She had already received enough from Gen Tsukino, but her own 'sacrifice' was far from enough.

Gen Tsukino shook his head. "For me, I won't do something that's difficult. I'm not a very bold person, and I basically only do things that I'm confident about. That's how it is with today's situation, and it's also how it is with your problem."

"Pfft." Mochizuki Miki reached out and poked the boy's cheek. "Do you have to talk like that, trying to look cool?"

Gen Tsukino was amused by the other person. "What do you mean by showing off? This is called personal style. It's all about one thing. You can tell it's me just by hearing that."

"You actually did it."

She closed her eyes slightly and lay in the boy's arms.

As the night grows increasingly quiet, it's time to say goodbye to an important day.

"It really feels like a dream."

With her eyes closed, Mochizuki Miki murmured softly, no longer wanting to do anything else.

Well, while desire is certainly a way to release stress, today's unexpected joys were numerous, and everything I expected was accomplished. As a result, I'm somewhat mentally exhausted, and what I need now is peaceful enjoyment.

For example, snuggling in his arms, listening to the rain outside, and having a peaceful sleep.

"If it really is a dream, how disappointed would I be when I wake up?"

Gen Tsukino closed his eyes, using his arm as a pillow for her, while gently stroking the hair behind her head.

Smooth and silky.

It's like silk.

No wonder so many people love keeping cats; they don't mind how much fur they shed.

Touching it can indeed relieve stress and give you a sense of redemption.

Mochizuki Miki gently shook her head.

"It's okay. As long as you're still here when I wake up, I'm not disappointed."

Gen Tsukino didn't speak again, and soon the room was filled with the sound of even breathing.

And what seems to be unknown to anyone is that at the door.

The gray-haired woman, having finally resolved the remaining issues, stopped there and stared silently at the door.

The expression on his face was one of relief, as if the trouble was finally over.

I also came to understand the desolation of things that are beyond redemption.

It's still raining.

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(End of this chapter)