I practiced as a monk alone in Japan.

Chapter 197 Moment and Eternity

How long does it take for a flower to bloom?

Should we start counting from when she was a budding flower, or from when the seed was planted?
Hot water washes over the white body, and a fine mist of water spreads gently.

Sakura Kazama was still very nervous, even though she had already decided that no matter what, she would not turn back.

This tension wasn't due to fear of a new phase or whether the decision would lead to regret. She was simply nervous about how to behave.

How can I appear less nervous so that the teenagers outside can feel my goodness?

I felt my own determination.

I also felt my own love almost overflowing.

I saw online that many girls seemed very nonchalant and open-minded about this kind of thing.

People say that in this day and age, does anyone really still care about the so-called first time?

Some people even said: "I think it's better to lose this kind of thing sooner rather than later, it's like being freed from a shackle."

Some things, in the progress of time and the evolution of human civilization, have gradually lost their original seriousness and seem to be no longer valued.

However, Kazama Sakura felt it was still very important.

If you're not important, why would you present yourself as a gift with such solemnity?

She looked at herself in the mirror with a little shyness.

She was afraid that something about her appearance might attract the boy's attention. But it seemed that didn't happen.

Although I've been working a lot lately and haven't had much time to rest, my skin is still very moisturized and smooth, and my figure hasn't become too thin due to fatigue. It's just that my bra size hasn't increased.

Woo.
Is my eyeliner drawn a little too exaggerated? Will that have an impact?
Is it better to go completely bare-faced at this time, or would wearing a little light makeup make it seem more formal?
Amidst the complex tension, Kazama Sakura wished she could wrap herself up like a gift and then be pushed out of the bathroom.

But no matter how tense they were, they couldn't linger in the bathroom indefinitely, even though the boy outside seemed very patient and hadn't urged them.

However, the girl, who had already washed herself until she smelled wonderful, still dried herself off and put on the bathrobe that had been prepared in the luxurious suite.

She turned off the light and slowly walked out.

The sound of slippers hitting the wooden floor was like a countdown to a heartbeat.

The bedroom was dimly lit, but it didn't prevent her from clearly seeing the boy on the bed looking at his phone. He seemed to be choosing not to pay too much attention to her at this moment, so as not to put any extra pressure on her.

But it made Kazama Sakura think about how she felt when she first met this boy.

Leaving junior high and entering high school is an experience that for many, ranging from excitement and anticipation to nervousness. They wonder what classmates they'll meet.

Will my personality seem strange to my new classmates? Will I be able to integrate well into the new grade and the new group?

Then I realized that everyone seemed to feel the same way. The new semester didn't seem so bad, nor did it feel so difficult.

Just as the young girl was feeling triumphant and thought she had found the right path in this new phase of her life, about to begin an even more dazzling youth.

The boy then walked into the classroom.

I will never forget the pure sunlight of that day, its golden hue. He seemed to have stepped out of another world, from an artist's canvas.

She was languid and languid, like a tourist who had just come to sightsee. Yet, she naturally attracted everyone's attention. She remembered that time.

The girls in the seat in front of him, whom he had just met, gripped their sleeves excitedly upon seeing the boy, as if some national superstar had appeared. She behaved reasonably well, but her heart was pounding wildly that day.

I didn't have too many expectations at the time.

She didn't think it was love at first sight, but undeniably, the impression he made on her that day was far greater than all the others combined, even though they hadn't exchanged a single word at the beginning.

When did they first truly cross paths?
It was an ordinary afternoon when Sakura Kazama, lost in thought, was called on by the teacher to answer a question. She stammered and couldn't answer at all until she heard a boy behind her whisper a reminder.

"Choose C."

She answered truthfully.

The teacher smiled and asked herself, "Where did the C come from in a fill-in-the-blank question?"

Amidst the laughter, her face turned as red as a snake fruit.

She turned around and glared at the boy reproachfully, only to find that he was smiling at her without any remorse.

When I wanted to confront him after class, I couldn't bring myself to say anything harsh just looking at his handsome face. Instead, we ended up having a normal conversation.

Later, they communicated more and more, and they became even closer friends.

Then, after going through so many things, we've come to this point today.
All of this was like a miracle. It was as if the impossible, the kind of thing that only happens in comics and light novels, had actually happened to them.

So how lucky should I feel?
She walked step by step toward the bed.

Slightly bent knees, flawless knees, fair and plump thighs. Even in the faintest light, their colors shimmered alluringly.

The girl, now smelling sweet, climbed into bed after emerging from the bathroom and came to the boy's side.

He hid under the covers.

Say it softly.

"I'm ready."

Gen Tsukino put down his phone and then turned around as if nothing had happened. Just as the girl had expected, the boy, not wanting to put too much pressure on her, acted as if it were a normal interaction.

It's as if lying in a bed on such a night isn't strange, special, or something to be nervous about.

"I heard that you can take away the disposable items from these hotels."

He even brought up this topic.

This caused Sakura Kazama, who was extremely tense, to break down, and she couldn't help but laugh with a slight tremor, "So why did you do something like this?"

"Won't it make me seem frugal? And it can also be kept as a souvenir."

"Pfft. What exactly are we commemorating?"

She asked with a smile.

Then he saw the boy meet his gaze, staring straight at him. "Of course, it's to commemorate tonight."

Suddenly, Kazama Sakura couldn't speak anymore.

Her eyes wanted to look away, but she forced herself not to, so they became moist.

It was as if the steam from the bathroom had entered my eyes, making them blurry.

The ambiguous atmosphere created by just a few words felt like an unstoppable surging tide, sweeping everyone in and engulfing them.

She was just hoping and waiting.

Gen Tsukino said softly.

"I've already asked you before, so I won't ask for your opinion again at this point."

"You know my situation; I'm definitely not a perfect man. I'm just a bad guy who takes advantage of my good looks to do evil."

He spoke softly, reaching out to touch the girl's delicate cheek.

Gen Tsukino often appears to lack desire, so he usually seems passive in such situations.

But this time, he doesn't intend to remain passive.

I should have taken over this situation long ago. I should have been the one to guide this inexperienced girl.

It's not about a man's sense of responsibility, but about naturally creating wonderful experiences.

"I might have the urge to run away because I feel guilty about betraying what I call sincerity. I might think that maybe I'll regret it later and all I can say is that I deserved it because I didn't want to give up. Such a despicable thought."

The curtains were drawn tightly shut, obscuring the beautiful moonlight.

But the glint in her eyes was so clear it couldn't be hidden.

Listening to his heartfelt words, as if he were laying bare his innermost thoughts, she almost burst into tears.

Because she knew this boy very well; he always pretended to be nonchalant, always carefree. He just didn't want anyone to see his true self. He used every method to cover up his true thoughts, using all his nonchalance to decorate his disguise with a mask.

He never reveals his true feelings to anyone.

This is the only real Tsukino Gen. "I'm terrible. I think ambiguity is a fun game. But when it seems like it's within my grasp, I feel like I don't deserve it. It's like I'll suffer unbearable consequences for betraying someone who is sincere."

"But."

He drew ever closer to her flawless face, to her delicate pink lips.

"I want to have your beauty, no matter how bad I am."

"Ugh."

The girl was given almost no chance to answer.

Perhaps no answer is needed.

Kazama Sakura didn't know what to say. At this moment, she didn't have much more to say. She just wanted to prove herself through her actions.

As the boy kissed her, she naturally reached out and wrapped her arms around his neck.

The forceful kisses were used to mask the turbulent emotions surging within my heart.

In what season does the moon become full? When can a person find contentment? Are all experiences accumulated for some future moment?

Those heartbreaking, sad, and painful memories seem to have transformed into delicious candies at this moment.

It's like durian, which smells strange but you unexpectedly like to eat.

Hugging and kissing are certainly not all.

But the temperature is honestly rising.

The bathrobe was very simple in design, and Tsukino Gen needed almost no effort to kiss her fair neck and delicate collarbone.

The increasingly intimate and ambiguous relationship seemed to foreshadow an impending passionate affair.

Gen Tsukino often thinks about it.

How can someone like me stick to one thing and see it through to the end? There are so many external influences, and my own nature is insatiable.

While he may not seem as bad as someone who is fickle and easily bored, he certainly can't be called a good person.

What is it that makes these girls willing to tolerate such a huge flaw and sink into depravity without hesitation?

No.

It turns out I've also fallen into it.

Kazama Sakura's figure is better than I imagined.

That proportion couldn't be described by the naked eye alone. This girl, already tall and with long legs, also possessed a size beyond her years. This was unimaginable in itself, and even more unimaginable was that such a perfect creation was now in her own hands.

It has become a delicious dish that can be savored slowly.

The girl's toes curled up in nervousness, but beyond that nervousness, she experienced something she had never felt before.

Compared to those 'testing' approaches, this kind of subtle, ambiguous flirting feels more real and irresistible.

It felt as if I could fully experience the tenderness he brought me.

Is it a burning palm, or warm, moist lips and teeth?

She didn't care about anything else; it was all a natural reaction. She tousled the boy's hair like weeds, and it seemed she was sinking into it as well.

The groundwork laid for the young boy was certainly meticulously done.

They didn't miss the majestic mountains, nor did they miss those long, fair legs.

Even Kazama Sakura herself was a little shy.

Isn't this a bit too strange? But it's alright. Compared to some things I've heard about, and some things I've researched online, it's much more normal. The most important thing, of course, is that I don't dislike Tsukino Gen's foreshadowing.

You can feel the boy's obsession and affection for you.

Even in this unconscious, delicate, and gentle exchange, Kazama Sakura unconsciously straightened up.

Ignoring the fact that her bathrobe had slipped down, revealing what a beautiful body she had become.

Fair, radiant skin, in a not-so-cold air-conditioned room, is like a delicious cake.

They are white swans dancing in the night.

She couldn't help but hug the boy's head tightly against her firm lower abdomen.

The sound of kissing makes one blush with shyness.

But at that moment, she only felt warmth.

As the two gradually separated, they saw each other's eyes in the darkness.

The smiling boy's charm remained undiminished even with his hair tousled.

With rosy cheeks and dreamy eyes, the girl in the dead of night seemed like an irreplaceable goddess descended to earth.

Little by little, the location is changing.

He placed it carefully on the soft, white bed, then looked down into the other person's eyes.

A slight hesitation, then a resolute determination.

"You're so beautiful."

Gen Tsukino said sincerely.

Despite being nervous at this moment, Kazama Sakura couldn't help but smile softly.

"Saying something like this at this time sounds like lying."

Of course, he's very much like that kind of scumbag who, in order to satisfy his own desires, will do everything he can to tell all the lies at the last moment.

Gen Tsukino can admit he's a jerk, but he would never admit that this moment is a lie.

"What makes me different from others is that I'm less likely to lie when it comes to crucial moments. You look really beautiful right now, I should say, the most beautiful."

Kazama Sakura really wanted to ask, "Compared to the other girl?"

But now she certainly wouldn't say something that would ruin the atmosphere.

She simply reached out and cupped the boy's cheeks in her hands, her eyes firm yet tender.

"I hope I'm not just beautiful in this moment, but that every day I spend with you is beautiful."

"it is good."

He lowered his head and kissed her again.

This time, however, it was clearly more than just a kiss.

The wind from the upper floors seemed unable to budge the sturdy window frames, but it did disperse the dark clouds in the sky, revealing a perfect full moon.

Flowers that had been neglected for a long time were blown about and then bloomed brightly.

The girl frowned slightly for a moment.

It is the most beautiful crabapple blossom of the night.

Glistening pearls would slip from the corners of her eyes, and before they could soak the sheets, they would be kissed away by the boy.

She remembered the sorrows her mother had endured in those years.

I thought of that family, and the hardships and bitterness they had endured over the years.

So it was only at this moment, in this instant when she felt as if she were melting into his embrace, that she understood.

That is perfection, even if it may only last for a moment.

That's something I'd be willing to do.

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(End of this chapter)