I practiced as a monk alone in Japan.

Chapter 240 Obsession
When a storm comes, it's always more violent than you imagine.

Or, unlike the gentle weather forecast, it always catches people off guard and leaves them unprepared.

It was as if pent-up emotions and suppressed pressure were suddenly released.

In fact, Gen Tsukino had anticipated this.

However, they didn't react much at the crucial moment.

There's really no point in hiding it or making excuses. Some people won't stay by your side unless you offer them some incentives. And Chinatsu Morita is that kind of woman with a strong sense of purpose.

Perhaps the collaboration at the beginning foresaw this day would come. Gen Tsukino didn't want to say that he hadn't expected it at all. Since he could have foreseen it, why did he still make this choice?

After finally breaking up, their entanglement was almost painful, their eyes locked in a tense, almost tangled mess.

Extremely close distance, and the lights weren't turned on.

"crazy?"

Gen Tsukino asked in a low voice.

The boy's voice was youthful yet magnetic, like a sound that struck a woman's heart perfectly, an irresistible doorbell ring.

The woman, with a charming smile, looked up; her face was the color of roses.

She doesn't seem to be a simple human being, but rather a garden eager to bloom.

For example, her eyes are like a sky full of sparkling stars.

The blush on her cheeks was as vibrant as a rose.

The slightly disheveled hair was not weeds but vines, and the full red lips were like crabapple blossoms after the rain.

"Isn't it better to be a little crazy?"

"People always consciously try to stay rational and keep their balance. But after a while, don't you feel like you're walking on a tightrope high in the sky? As if the slightest breeze could make you fall."

"So, it's better to forget you're on a tightrope. Don't be rational, then you won't be afraid of falling."

Her eyes shone even brighter, almost blindingly so.

Even without the lights on, it seems as if the room is already enveloped in light.

She looked at the boy's handsome face, but her mind was filled with scenes of Tsukino Gen appearing in front of her.

First time meeting?
Or is it a night with a glass of wine in hand?
Or perhaps, it was his overly calm face in the hallway.

The first time the mask of pretense was torn off was like the fiercest beast eyeing its prey.

She still vividly remembers the nervousness she felt at that moment, along with the intense excitement that surged within her.

Because she knew clearly that she had found the person she was looking for.

It was an uncontrollable, physiological liking.

Simply put, it was an irresistible charm. She had witnessed the so-called contrast of tearing off a suit and turning into a beast.

I've also seen the big bad wolf disguised as a little white rabbit.

They gained a clearer understanding of what "playing hard to get" means and what the tug-of-war between men and women entails.

There are all sorts of things, far too many.

But only this kind of genuine tension doesn't simply swing from one extreme to another. It's a thorough transition from one kind of rationality to another kind of calm.

When you get so excited that you're beyond redemption, you should probably realize at that moment that you're hopelessly addicted.

"Do you think I'm crazy because you're afraid you'll fall, or because you're afraid you'll lose control of me?"

That upturned corner of his lips seemed like a final provocation.

Gen Tsukino also laughed.

His tightly furrowed brows relaxed, as if a rope had been untied.

The kidnappers were right in front of him, and so were the hostages.

Neither of them are her, yet they are both her.

Was she touching her face, waiting for her own answer? No, perhaps she was more eager for her own response.

Actions are undoubtedly the most powerful response than any answer.

Genya Tsukino easily reached out and wrapped his arm around her slender waist; beneath his tough exterior, her soft body was a striking contrast.

Then I held her chin with my left hand, its beautiful curve, and gently held it, feeling the delicate skin.

“Controlling a person is a very simple thing, but I have always felt that controlling a person is not a very clever method. Control means there is a risk of losing control.”

The woman gently embraced him, greedily inhaling the boy's scent.

Everything appears so alluring in the darkness, because the inability to see clearly makes it all the more tempting.

Like every contradictory person, they fear the darkness yet are curious about the unknown.

"If sincerity can conquer all, I think that's even more unrealistic. Because giving your heart carries the risk of being betrayed."

This is her rebuttal.

The boy curled his lips into a smile and then lowered his head.

Are you implying that you want me to control you for the rest of your life?

"of course."

She fearlessly raised her head to meet the boy's gaze. In the darkness, there were indistinct lights, not lamplight, but radio waves.

"Human feelings always fluctuate with hormones. I don't believe in so-called true feelings. Feelings will be worn down, and the novelty will eventually run out. Even so-called passion, the basic desire between men and women, will gradually become commonplace and as bland as eating and sleeping because people are too familiar with each other."

"So I want to take root in the depths of my soul and control you, even if it's something like deception. Make me dependent, make me unable to break free, make me feel like I'm suffocating even if I'm separated from you for a little while."

Gen Tsukino has watched many movies, and there are countless lines in them that strike straight to the soul.

Or rather, certain soundtracks that leave you completely stunned and your mind blank.

But at this moment, the words spoken by Chinatsu Morita are like someone holding a syringe and stabbing your heart, trying to forcefully inject these things that you subconsciously don't want to accept into your body, even your soul, into every piece of flesh and blood.

"It sounds like a very dangerous thing, like taking illegal drugs."

Faced with the boy's questioning.

The woman only gave a simple answer.

"Your very existence is addictive."

She no longer hesitated, nor did she wait any longer.

The actual action is to hug the other person's neck tightly again and press them hard against each other.

It was as if the world was spinning.

The two wandered around the room. It was as if the lights had become the most useless thing in the darkness.

Like two seasoned dancers, they needed no words or prior rehearsals. They moved in perfect harmony, their steps swirling in the dark room.

They landed precisely on every spot.

It avoided the dining table in the living room, and also avoided the coffee table in front of the sofa.

They would fall onto the sofa together, causing the sofa to sink into its curves under their weight.

They tore at each other's clothes, like pupae breaking free of their cocoons to become butterflies in the darkness. Every curve of their bodies was constantly adjusting, and the other's scent kept seeping into their skin.

Tsukino Gen thought.

Trying to balance everyone around you is unrealistic, but thankfully I never intended to do so in the first place.

He certainly has his preferences.

Therefore, such a night was destined to appear turbulent and romantic, but in reality, excessively cruel.

Because of her own biases, this woman might regret it at some point in the future. What's even more heartless is that no one will pay for all of this.

simply put.

She deserved it for this kind of night to happen.

But now that things have come to this, there's no reason to refuse anything, so of course he'll give his all.

If an actor doesn't give their all in a film, it's a failed production, regardless of how much they were paid or how well it did at the box office.

The moon was veiled, and dark clouds draped a mask over the horizon. Countless undercurrents seemed to surge within the gloomy sky.

Deeply immersed in it, every dreamer remains blindly wandering the streets and corners of this bustling city.

They were hungover; they flew around like pieces of paper or plastic bags.

Some people were shaking their heads and twisting their bodies on the dance floor.

Or perhaps every hotel room, like this young couple, is entangled with their bodies.

Skin covered in hickeys.

Her collarbone was as red as a peach petal.

His eyes were still warm and youthful, while her eyes were already filled with mist, as hazy as a coral jungle at the bottom of the sea.

The jacket outside had fallen to the ground, perhaps in a corner of the room, but it had lost all meaning, making it pointless to search for it.

Chinatsu Morita's well-built shoulders, with their right-angled curves and smooth lines, combined with her fair skin, resemble the mountain range of a snow-capped mountain.

The form-fitting pencil skirt accentuated her already alluring figure, making it an unparalleled pleasure.

Her full chest was now heaving violently, and the curves of her legs were now under the boy's control.

This position couldn't be more intimate; their chests, almost touching, could feel each other's heartbeats.

Once a sports car is on the highway, there's no possibility of simply stopping, nor is there a need to turn it off midway to check any details.

The car windows were closed, and the lights were still off.

Breathing was already the roar of an engine.

"Stop for a moment."

Amidst her rapid breathing, the woman uttered a weak request.

Gen Tsukino looked at the other person, his composure returning quickly.

In fact, some unexpected things can be expected, such as temporary clarity of mind or sudden regret, which are all within an acceptable range.

He certainly wouldn't force anyone; he understood perfectly well what resistance was genuine and what resistance was merely 'fun' to add to the drama.

"Are you sober now?"

"I wasn't drunk, okay? You don't think I'm regretting it, do you?"

Chinatsu Morita gave the boy a reproachful look, but her gaze was actually full of charm.

The skirt, almost reaching her waist, amplified her allure, making it seem as if no man should stop there.

It's like you finally found the legendary temple, climbed countless steps, but then gave up on the last step and turned to leave.

"I really thought he regretted it, otherwise why would he stop? Could his heart not take it?"

Gen Tsukino teased.

Then the woman stretched out her right hand and slightly raised her ring finger.

"Did you forget something?"

The boy's pants seemed to have been left aside. He picked them up and took out his wallet.

The ring, which wasn't particularly expensive, appeared in his hand.

Looking at her slender, delicate ring finger, Tsukino Gen thought of something and asked with a smile, "If I put it on you now, won't I look like a conman?"

Countless men will make any vow in order to achieve that final goal.

But she should know that she is not that kind of person.

His willpower is actually stronger than he thinks; it's just that sometimes he can be quite daring when it comes to the mood.

Chinatsu Morita curled her lips into a charming smile and shook her head.

"It doesn't matter, I'm just letting you lie to me, I'm willingly being lied to. And I hope your lies can be even more exquisite, even more captivating."

"Self-deception is never a good thing."

"I've said it before, I'd rather live in a fairytale full of lies than in the cold reality. Can you put it on me?"

"of course."

When Tsukino Gen put the ring on Morita Chinatsu's finger, a ring that should have belonged to her long ago.

This time, the woman pushed the boy down onto the sofa.

She looked down from above.

Like a queen surveying all the mountains below.

"Before our life of lies begins, I want to tell you one last truth."

"Ok?"

"I like you, I'm hopelessly infatuated with you."

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(End of this chapter)