I practiced as a monk alone in Japan.

Chapter 241 Don't Define Happiness
The weather has been nice these past few days.

The sky was cloudless and the sun shone brightly. It was as if summer was making its last effort to resist the arrival of autumn.

But why do I seem to hear the pattering of rain?
His slightly open eyes seemed to indicate that he had recovered from the dizziness of the spinning world.

Oh.

It wasn't raining; it was just the sound of water running in the bathroom.

It's a pity. If it were raining, there would be a reason to let this boy stay here, even if only for one night.

There was a slightly dizzying feeling, but it wasn't because of the alcohol.

Just now, Chinatsu Morita realized that there are things in this world that bring more joy than drinking, and feelings that are even more intoxicating and addictive than alcohol.

It's incredibly addictive.

Even though I feel weak all over now, and even to the point of feeling like I'm about to faint, it can't change the extreme feeling I had just experienced while reliving everything.

That's really outrageous.

When the warm water bathes your body, it's like spring water cascading down from the mountaintop, washing away every inch of barren land.

Fortunately, she was plump, soft, delicate, and fragrant.

By slightly turning his head, one can see the boy's gentle movements, the application of shower gel just right.

But the scent of the shower gel couldn't compare to her keen perception of his scent and her infatuation with him.

"You are so gentle."

She said with a slightly tired smile.

Gen Tsukino looked over, "I thought you had fainted."

Chinatsu Morita's face flushed slightly as she argued, "Who fainted? I was just a little tired and had drunk a bit too much, so I dozed off for a bit."

The boy looked at the other person with amusement, "You were so adamant about not admitting you were drunk before, but now that you've encountered something even more embarrassing, you're willing to admit it?"

"Of course, I wouldn't agree to have a hole made in the ceiling, but I would agree to have a window made. It's the same principle."

"Do you still understand this?"

"I forget who told me this, maybe a criminal. Oh, probably an economic criminal from Yanxia. He was quite interesting. He said he came to Zhaori because he was desperate and planned to do something even more outrageous, like robbery and murder. But after hearing about fraud, he decided to do it. That's what he told me back then."

Tsukino Gen wanted to laugh, but also felt a bit like he was in hell.

What is this all about?
"I always feel that when you say these things now, it's like a dying person having a revolving lantern, remembering things they almost forgot a long time ago."

Leaning against each other's strong chest, enjoying a moment where there's no need for shyness, just to feel each other's warmth.

This is probably what tenderness is.

very nice.

So this is what it feels like to have a man you like by your side. So this is how free you feel to do anything with this person.

Having such a relationship is not about putting shackles on yourself or imprisoning yourself in a cage.

Instead, they were freed from countless shackles, truly galloping across the plains, soaring in the sky, and racing across the sea.

"Really? It can't be that bad. But to be honest, I really think it wouldn't have been so bad to die like that. It would mean that my life was one of ignorance, but also one of extreme happiness."

The boy gently took the spray and helped the woman wash her body.

A body that is in very good condition.

She's practically a work of art; that's the kind of talent a true beauty possesses. No matter what profession she's in, she stands out from the crowd, as if her charm is a gift from heaven, something no one else can take away.

"There's no need to say such exaggerated things. If you say that, I'll get arrogant."

The boy was joking.

Chinatsu Morita blinked, then deliberately rubbed her beautifully curved back against the wall, before narrowing her eyes, which resembled those of a vixen.

"Isn't there inflation now?"

"Playing with fire? You know, provocation here always comes at a price."

As he said this, Tsukino Gen didn't stop his actions, but with those words, the meaning of his actions seemed to change, as if it was setting the stage for something.

She didn't seem to back down at all, unlike a naive girl who would blush at this point.

I feel a little guilty, after all, I'm thinking of another girl at a time like this.

"Didn't you say you were going home tonight? If you're going to punish me, it might take some time, otherwise I'll find it hard to accept."

The boy knew what the other person meant.

However, she didn't intend to hide anything and said with a smile, "Since something like this has already happened, it would be a bit inhuman of me to go back tonight."

"is it?"

With almost undisguised delight, Chinatsu Morita's expression changed instantly.

She turned around with a smile as adoring as a young girl's, extremely generous and magnanimous, making no attempt to hide her flawless beauty.

She put her arm around the boy's shoulder and looked into his eyes as he gazed at her.

At this moment, instead of focusing on her alluring parts, it was her eyes that caught her attention, which made her so satisfied that she wanted to die in that embrace.

"But you haven't changed your clothes, and you have to go to school tomorrow. You won't have enough time, will you?"

"Then I'll just have to work a little harder, but I can still make it. Anyway, I don't have any projects this morning, so it's okay if I'm a little late."

Whether it's based on the boy's grades or his outstanding performance at this sports festival.

It would be easy for Tsukino Gen to ask for leave.

However, I have a slight obsession with the fact that I have never been absent or late since I started school. Does that make me seem imperfect?
On the other hand, a youth without taking leave seems incomplete.

Her beautiful eyes sparkled, their ripples like the surface of a lake stirred by the autumn wind.

She vividly illustrates what it means to be a woman whose eyes are only for you; every glance she gives seems to speak a language.

When she wants you to understand, it's so easy and simple.

"Then what are you waiting for?" "So eager?"

"Because I feel sorry for you and want you to have more time to rest."

"I think you're deliberately provoking me."

"That's possible, it depends on how you perform, hmm."

She silenced the red lips, and the hand on the boy's shoulder suddenly tightened, the newly worn ring on his ring finger gleaming.

It was early morning, and the sky was already slightly bright.

It was a blue with a fantastical quality, like the blue light of an old CD.

Beside him was a sleeping woman, while Tsukino Gen had already gotten out of bed.

Without disturbing the other person's rest, and without saying goodbye, I simply left.

Although it seems like there's a lack of the warmth of waking up during the day, there's nothing that can be done about it. Not everyone can be perfect, and what you forcefully gain, you will inevitably be forced to lose something else.

There were just some things I hadn't thought of.

When Gen Tsukino tiptoed out of the house, he was met with a surprised-looking face.

Kaoru Morita.

A woman in a suit, carrying a bag, bumped into Tsukino Gen, who was walking out of the door.

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"Why are you here?"

Morita Kaoru realized the seriousness of the problem as soon as she spoke.

Gen Tsukino was a little embarrassed, but fortunately he had a thick skin.

"What a coincidence, why are you here at this time?"

Morita Kaoru almost gritted her teeth, "You bastard, you really did that to my sister!"

Just as she was about to say something.

"Sister, let him go."

The voice came from behind Tsukino Gen.

Morita Kaoru looked over and saw a woman in pajamas yawning tenderly, as if she had just woken up.

But her complexion was clearly radiant, and the charm in her eyes was extraordinary, as if she had undergone a transformation without her even realizing it.

"you?"

Morita Kaoru glanced at Tsukino Gen, then looked at her younger sister.

Chinatsu Morita didn't show any particular expression, but simply said softly to Gen Tsukino, "You go back first, I'll talk to my sister about the rest."

"Ah."

The boy simply left without any intention of resolving the problem.

After all, it was something she was supposed to handle herself, and the consequences of these things had already been set beforehand.

After Tsukino Gen left, Morita Kaoru went into her younger sister's room.

Looking at this young woman who was leisurely sitting on the sofa and taking a sip of water.

She frowned.

"Why is he here?"

"It's very simple. All the things you're thinking about have happened."

"I should have told you before, his relationships are complicated. You're not the woman he likes, at least not his favorite."

It's hard for Morita Kaoru to describe what kind of person this boy is. Calling him evil doesn't seem like it, but calling him a scumbag would be too kind of him.

He could even get his wife to make an exception for him; she really didn't know how to evaluate him. But looking at her younger sister, she always felt like she was being led into a pit of fire.

Chinatsu Morita nonchalantly replied, "So what if it's not? It doesn't matter. As long as I'm happy."

"You have absolutely no plans for your future."

Morita Kaoru said, somewhat angrily.

Chinatsu Morita, however, looked at her older sister.

"There are too many accidents in this world. Maybe a small accident will mean I'm not here tomorrow. Should I really think so much about the so-called future? Even calculating how to find an ordinary but pleasing man to spend my life with, become a housewife, have children, and put all my hopes on that child, as if he were my new life?"

"Sister, that's not the life I want, and that shouldn't be my life."

Morita Kaoru knew her younger sister's personality all too well.

She shook her head. "I just feel that you're living like this, without any sense of stability. You're like a kite floating in the sky. We all know that you can only fly because of the wind. But what if the wind disappears one day? When you fall heavily to the ground, can you really withstand it?"

Chinatsu Morita smiled brightly.

"If I'm really going to fall, then let me fall. At least I really like this feeling right now, and I really like that person named Tsukino Gen. Sister, you'll understand once you've been in a relationship. Sometimes reality and rationality, being down-to-earth and reliable are useless. They're completely different from a sense of security."

What is true security?

"It makes me truly feel that everything I am experiencing now is real, and that I am truly happy because of everything I am experiencing now."

She took Morita Kaoru's hand.

Her eyes were sincere, yet she possessed the innocence and naivety of a young girl.

"Sister, I am not a kite. I am a bird of paradise that only lands once in its life."

To be able to fly for a lifetime is a blessing.

The moment you land will be a moment of happiness.

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(End of this chapter)