I practiced as a monk alone in Japan.

Chapter 231 Fierce Attack! (Seeking votes at the beginning of the month~)

As Asagiri Rin and Kazama Sakura had discussed beforehand, Tsukino Gen was soon approached by the mother and daughter.

I went ahead to change my clothes and take a shower.

That's right, the locker room at Zhaori Private High School is equipped with a shower area. Although it's a large public bathhouse and there are no private rooms, it's still a very thoughtful facility.

He received a message from Asagiri Rin as soon as he stepped outside, and then the boy arrived outside the school.

The black sedan appeared in the familiar location. Tsukino Gen went to the car door and rolled down the window.

"I don't know if this will bother you, but if I have time, I'd like to entertain you."

Asagiri Jun said with a smile.

Gen Tsukino shook his head. "I'm just a high school student, I'm not that busy. Thank you for your hospitality, Auntie."

There's no need for polite formalities; let's just be straightforward.

"Then Tsukino-kun, get in the car."

At first, Tsukino Gen didn't think there was anything wrong, but once he got on the bus, he realized that his position was a bit awkward.

I didn't sit with Rin Asagiri; Jun Asagiri sat in the middle.

She immediately looked towards Asagiri Rin, whose expression seemed quite helpless. It was clear that she had noticed the problem with the position from the beginning and had probably already made an effort.

But what issue led Asagiri Jun to sit in the middle?
It doesn't seem to be a very critical issue.

"Tsukino-kun, you've worked hard today."

Smelling the different perfumes in the car, the two women of different ages naturally had different complexions.

One has a mature, orchid-like scent, while the other has a fresh and elegant charm, like a budding flower.

The combination of these two was so strong that even Tsukino Gen couldn't notice Morita Kaoru driving in front.

"Actually, it's alright. After all, it's a project I applied for myself, so I have to give it my all."

The boy answered with a smile.

Looking at this young man who seemed to never get tired, Jun Asagiri remarked with emotion, "I guess I'm getting old. Seeing a young man like Tsukino running on the sports field makes me quite envious. He's so full of youthful energy."

The boy smiled and said, "Auntie looks like she exercises regularly."

"Have it?"

"Of course, otherwise how could she maintain such good health? It shouldn't be possible to do that just by working and resting, right? Unless your aunt has some special talent."

"Ha ha ha ha."

Jun Asagiri couldn't help but chuckle, "Tsukino-kun is still so good with words."

The boy blinked. "You're not always this eloquent."

"why?"

"Because it's difficult to say things against your conscience, and they're not believable no matter what. It's entirely because Auntie deserves any praise that she can say them without any difficulty."

"Hahaha."

The woman was laughing heartily, while Asagiri Rin next to her was rolling her eyes so hard they were practically pointing to the sky.

She couldn't help but say to Morita Kaoru, who was driving obediently in front, "Why aren't we home yet? Drive faster."

Morita Kaoru stared silently at the sixty on the tachometer, lost in thought.

Should we go all the way to 80? Or just go down with us?
Laughter filled the air the whole way. The young man, who had already participated in three activities that day, seemed to have no idea what fatigue was. Not only were the topics interesting, but he also always managed to find something to make the woman laugh.

Rin Asagiri, who was standing next to him, even thought that this boy should be doing manzai (a type of stand-up comedy), and that doing anything else would be a waste of his talent.

I finally got home.

The three of them got off the bus together.

As Tsukino Gen followed the two into the courtyard, Asagiri Jun spoke to the boy.

"Tsukino-kun has been busy enough today, Kaoru, take him to the massage room to rest."

"Massage room?"

This term seems quite unfamiliar, as if it has nothing to do with ordinary people and represents a clear class divide.

Jun Asagiri smiled and nodded.

"Yes."

Rin Asagiri, standing next to her, explained irritably, "This is usually where my mom and I use to get massages and relax."

"I'm a little embarrassed."

Gen Tsukino wasn't just being polite; it was a massage parlor that these two women frequented. It was hard not to have some other thoughts while inside, and they could only blame their adolescent constitution.

Jun Asagiri shook her head. "It's okay, just use it without worry. There's a professional masseuse, and her skills are quite good. You can try it too."

"This"

"Take him there. Dinner will be prepared. He can relax."

The seemingly plain words carried an unquestionable tone.

Gen Tsukino glanced at Rin Asagiri beside him; the girl seemed to have no desire to express herself.

The boy nodded, "Then thank you very much for your hospitality, Auntie."

"You don't need to be so polite to me now. Go on."

Morita Kaoru led her backward, through a winding corridor, and into a separate room.

The so-called massage room is indeed significantly different from the other rooms, with a wide variety of beauty equipment, which is one of the few blind spots for Tsukino Gen.

There was also a clean massage bed, the kind that you could lie down on and bury your face in.

After leading the person there, Morita Kaoru simply said, "You can lie down and rest for a bit; someone will be here shortly."

Then he quickly left.

The boy looked around, wondering if he should take off his clothes and wait. He didn't really have any urge to enjoy himself, but he put his things down and lay down on the massage bed.

I must say, it has a very comfortable feel.

It was indeed a place that made you want to relax completely and close your eyes peacefully. The room had the air conditioning on at a comfortable temperature, and there was an unopened bottle of water nearby.

Soon, the boy heard footsteps outside.

It seemed to be approaching step by step, and the owner of the voice did not knock on the door.

Instead, they simply pushed the door open and entered.

Gen Tsukino kept his eyes slightly closed and didn't move. He smelled a familiar fragrance.

Then a pair of hands gently rested on his shoulders. Tsukino Gen spoke softly.

"Didn't you say a masseuse was coming? It's not appropriate for you to do this yourself."

The boy's words elicited a soft chuckle.

The girl's slightly aloof yet often teasing voice rang out, "What? You're really expecting a pretty masseuse to give you a massage?"

“You know me, I have no interest in that kind of vulgar cosmetics. You’ve spoiled my taste.”

The girl smiled, then gently placed her hands on the boy's shoulders. It wasn't a blind action; Tsukino Gen could sense that she seemed to have some understanding of this.

"You really dare to say that. But that massage therapist was quite good-looking, and young too."

"Do you have any photos? Hmm. Don't be so vengeful. Can't you tell I'm joking?"

Before the boy could finish his teasing remark, he felt the sharpness of the girl's nails. It was clearly intentional, not a technical mistake.

She said coldly.

"How could I take your words as a joke? Of course I have to take every word seriously. I need to remember every promise you made clearly, and anything you fail to keep..."

"A life without jokes is a very boring life."

Gen Tsukino remarked with emotion.

Asagiri Rin chuckled, "It's fine. You've got plenty of girls around you who'll joke around with you anyway. I'll just be the one who takes it seriously, so what?"

"It's nothing, it's just that I feel a little overwhelmed by your massage. Won't your mother mind?"

Tsukino Gendo asked.

Although the girl's massage of him was significant, it was still important to be mindful of the implications. Acting too domineering in front of her mother wouldn't be a good thing.

The girl replied nonchalantly, "It's okay, I often give her massages too, so I'm somewhat skilled at it."

"I feel very good."

"is it?"

"Of course, I'm not flattering you. After all, young women are more popular for massages because it's not just about your skills, but also about how you make them feel. Nothing brings me more comfort than you."

The girl remained silent for a moment before letting go of her hand.

"Turn over."

"Oh."

The boy obediently changed from a prone position to a supine position.

He saw Asagiri Rin standing to the side.

She simply changed out of her school uniform and into a white off-shoulder T-shirt and black hot pants.

Her elegant figure and long, fair legs made her look more like a customer than a masseuse.

The girl, who didn't immediately make a move on Tsukino Gen, picked up some bottles and jars from the side and said, "Take off your clothes."

Gen Tsukino blinked. "Where are your pants?"

"Take it off if you want."

"Then forget it, I'm not a casual man."

The boy obediently took off his shirt. His movements were smooth, but the girl's eyes darted away slightly.

Clearly, no matter how many times you watch it, the boy's physique is still incredibly impactful. It's not just a pure aesthetic of strength, but also an artistic quality that incorporates fluid lines. It's like an aesthetic judgment, an indiscriminate display of any aesthetic standard.

Gen Tsukino saw Rin Asagiri take out a bottle and pour a clear, viscous liquid onto her chest.

Feeling the slightly cool touch.

"This is?"

"Apply some oil for the most professional experience."

Is this the starting technique?

Seeing the other person's slightly flushed face, Tsukino Gen, who was receiving this kind of treatment for the first time, knew that she was not as frank and dignified as she had said.

Until her hands gently touched the oil, and then she spread it evenly on her upper body.

The boy gasped, "Are you serious?"

With a slightly flushed cheek, Asagiri Rin revealed a smug expression. "You thought I was just joking? I really am."

"I can already sense it. As expected of the young lady, there's nothing she can't do."

Tsukino Gen praised.

What's wrong with flattering someone a little to have this kind of experience?
Gen Tsukino sensed the other person's measured movements, and then looked at her delicate face.

The girl said, "Why are you looking at me like that? What strange things are you thinking about?"

It seems they could see through the boy's thoughts.

Gen Tsukino has never been one to hide anything; the bolder you are, the more you'll achieve.

"I was just thinking, isn't it too boring to just keep pressing buttons like this?"

"so what?"

"Are there any special services available just for me?"

The boy asked.

Asagiri Rin glanced at him, then withdrew her hands.

She wiped the oil stains off the boy's chest with blotting paper, then looked at him with slightly misty eyes.

"You couldn't help but make excessive demands within ten minutes?"

"Is it that bad? I thought I was the special one."

The boy transformed into an innocent figure; she used her techniques, and he naturally followed suit with his own strategies.

Asagiri Rin chuckled softly.

Then she leaned closer, unabashedly pressing her soft, fragrant body against the boy's chest, looking closely at his face.

"Of course there are special ones, but I'm afraid you won't be able to handle them."

Gen Tsukino reached out and embraced the other's slender waist, answering softly.

"Don't worry, attack me fiercely."

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(End of this chapter)