I practiced as a monk alone in Japan.

Chapter 276 How much I like you.

The nanny van, neither particularly ordinary nor special, drove late at night toward a hot spring resort adorned with red lanterns.

Actually, it's not early at this time; some hot spring shops that aren't doing well may have already closed for the day.

However, the entrance to this rather unusual hot spring shop was surprisingly deserted.

Gen Tsukino glanced at it, and Mochizuki Miki, who was beside him, seemed to know the boy's curiosity and spoke softly.

"This hot spring resort is very famous in Qishi City, although there are as many hot spring resorts in Qishi City as there are oden stalls. But this one even requires advance reservations, and some pools are only available for private booking. You feel it's not lively because there are no ordinary people joining in the fun."

Gen Tsukino nodded. "It's good that it's not crowded, but can a hot spring resort that only targets the so-called high-end market really survive?"

Mochizuki Miki smiled. "Of course, after all, most of the wealth in this world is controlled by a small number of people. They only care about how to provide them with the best experience, not how much money you want them to spend. Places like this are prepared for these people."

Gen Tsukino remembered something, turned around and said with a smile, "It reminds me of a saying."

"what?"

"You don't need to care about my price and service, because I'm not something you can afford."

"Hahaha. Saying weird things and being sarcastic again."

Gen Tsukino shrugged nonchalantly. "I can't help it. One of the joys of life is to be critical and sarcastic about everything around you. Doesn't that sound like a stand-up comedian?"

The mature and beautiful woman tilted her head slightly, and the beauty mark at the corner of her eye seemed to glow under the light.

she says.

"You're good at everything, except comedy."

"why?"

"Because your face is too good-looking, it's impossible for people to connect with you when you're acting in a comedy."

"I've learned a new way to compliment people."

"Impressive, right? You thought of this especially for me."

Hearing their conversation, Hoshino, who was in front, couldn't help but turn around and say, "That's enough, you two. I'm about to throw up from all this cloying sweetness. Why don't you just go in by yourself?"

"Oh, come on, come on, don't rush."

Mochizuki Miki smiled and stood up with Tsukino Gen.

Before getting out of the car, I was as careful as ever, so I put on a hat and a mask. Since it was late at night, I didn't wear sunglasses and instead wore a pair of black-rimmed glasses that looked old-fashioned but were enough to cover most of my face.

Gen Tsukino acted as if nothing had happened, since he wasn't wearing his school uniform anyway.

Moreover, I checked before getting off the bus and there were no strange people around.

I didn't feel like I was being watched.

From the perspective of her own training methods, she seems quite suited to be a celebrity, given her innate anti-paparazzi instincts. However, upon reflection, she decided against it. Maintaining this state every day would be exhausting, and as the saying goes, "He who walks by the river will eventually get his feet wet," meaning that getting wet once would ruin her reputation.

As Mochizuki Miki said, such places have no drawbacks other than their price, or rather, the price is not their drawback at all.

It offers excellent privacy, with a long corridor and a high courtyard wall, so you'll hardly see any random people wandering around, and it won't give you the feeling that anyone can come here.

The waiter's gaze was also quite cautious. After a brief eye contact, he didn't ask any more questions. After getting the necessary information, he led the three of them to the changing room next to the hot spring.

Gen Tsukino originally wanted to wear a bathrobe or something, but after thinking about it, he ended up picking out a regular pair of swim trunks on the spot.

There's nothing to hide; his physique is even stronger than before.

It has nothing to do with being thin anymore. Although her skin is still fair and her figure is still not exaggerated, it is more refined.

It's like a blurry painting becoming clearer.

Gen Tsukino arrived at the hot spring first. The temperature was still a bit high for this season, but the autumn breeze that occasionally blew in from the open-air setting made up for it.

However, I think it would be more enjoyable to come in winter.

Thinking back to how long I've been in Zhaori, I've never actually soaked in a hot spring. I thought it wouldn't be any different, but now it seems quite different from just taking a shower in a public bath.

Especially with the faint medicinal fragrance permeating the hot spring pool, it may not have any immediate effect, but it gives you a wonderful psychological suggestion. It's as if you are being bathed in a therapeutic treatment right now, and your body is already undergoing changes.

He was just lost in thought without any purpose.

Leaning against the now-warm poolside, I heard footsteps behind me, seemingly approaching in slippers.

They had already taken off their shoes halfway through the walk.

The sound of the soles of the feet hitting the ground wasn't crisp, but it was surprisingly pleasant, probably because I had already filtered it in my mind beforehand.

Sure enough, in the eyes of someone you like, even snoring in your sleep looks beautiful.

She didn't rush into the water, as if the steaming hot spring held no appeal for her.

He reached out and placed his hand on the boy's shoulder.

She gently pinched it, and her strength was quite considerable. After all, actors of this age are in their prime, and the constant rushing around to different locations and staying up all night on set are all demands on their bodies.

At least it's not like professional idols who pretend to be breathing heavily on stage to appear hard-working.

"Comfortable?"

she asked softly.

Gen Tsukino closed his eyes slightly, inhaling her fragrance gradually wafting to his nose, mingling with the herbal scent of the hot spring. An unexpected harmony, like the first genius to discover that one could create a fish-like flavor without actually using fish.

"If you were a professional massage therapist, I would tell you it was quite comfortable."

"But I'm not."

"Yes, so all I can say to you is that you're playing with fire."

"Puch."

The woman smiled and let go of his hand, then went to Tsukino Gen's side.

First, put both feet into the pool.

A pair of translucent, glistening feet entered the pool, enveloped in a misty haze. The shapely, fair calves, with their smooth lines, seemed like long legs that wouldn't cause a splash even if one fell into the water.

Gen Tsukino felt he was tired of using the word "artwork." It had appeared in his mind too many times, to the point that it seemed cliché, and that art was as cheap as steamed buns.

But how should one describe this woman who is gradually falling into the water?

Muse or Venus?

It seems that words are always insufficient; they cannot keep up with the thoughts in your mind, nor can they keep up with the turmoil and amazement in your eyes.

Mochizuki Miki is wearing a swimsuit.

Those two-piece swimsuits had a layer of light gauze around the waist.

The black bust was the woman's proud curves, the highest point of her body when she lay down.

The exposed skin was so white it was almost blinding; it was harder to look away than to walk to the moon.

Her hair was tied up, a hairstyle that seemed a bit risky, but it unexpectedly possessed a certain charm on a woman of her age. Even though she was an unmarried woman without children.

He was right next to Gen Tsukino, but he didn't rush to get closer.

Mochizuki Miki looked up at the moon, which was slightly surrounded by dark clouds in the sky.

A faint light shone through, hazy and indistinct, as if it might disappear at any moment.

"Speaking of which, is it okay that you sneaked out of the school trip like this?"

Mochizuki Miki asked with a smile.

She sank down a little, then stood up, seemingly adjusting to the temperature, but Tsukino Gen only saw glistening water droplets greedily kissing the skin of her collarbone.

Then it slowly fell into that snow-white ravine.

"First of all, I didn't sneak out; I left openly and honestly."

"And then?"

"Secondly, my homeroom teacher is a good friend of mine, so I can just say hello and it won't be a problem."

"Bullshit, your homeroom teacher is clearly a woman."

Mochizuki Miki exposed him mercilessly, even turning her head to look directly at Tsukino Gen, as if she had suddenly entered the state of an interrogator.

Tsukino Gen looked at the other person with amusement, "How come you even investigated whether my homeroom teacher is male or female?"

Mochizuki Miki didn't hide anything, and snorted, "Of course, I definitely need to know you thoroughly before I contact you. Otherwise, do you think I would just tell you my secrets? Besides, you obviously already knew, but now you're pretending to know for the first time. You're so malicious."

Gen Tsukino thought about it for a moment, and then it dawned on him.

"Wait a minute, I knew your secret because I saw it, so when did it become that you confessed it voluntarily?"

Mochizuki Miki looked at Tsukino Gen with a confused expression. "You saw it? What did you see? Eh? Didn't we first meet in the tea room?"

Gen Tsukino chuckled, "If you don't want me to bring this up, then just don't say it anymore."

At this moment, Mochizuki Miki leaned close to the boy's shoulder and said, "Do you know how it feels when I wake up and find that there is someone who not only knows my secret, but also saw me at my most vulnerable?"

Gen Tsukino felt the warmth of the other person's body as they approached.

He said in a lighthearted tone, "Want to die?"

Mochizuki Miki snorted, "I don't just want to die, I want to drag you down with me."

"So vicious?"

"Of course, I'm not going to live much longer anyway, so I need to leave a clean record in the world and not let the eyewitnesses live on."

"So how did it turn into them needing my help?"

"That's because they investigated you."

"Ok?"

This was an answer that Tsukino Gen hadn't expected.

Mochizuki Miki smiled and looked over. "Of course, firstly, it was your appearance that intrigued me. Later, I used some family connections to investigate you and discovered that you were actually quite amazing. The people around you are all quite special, but they seem insignificant in your presence. They have all sorts of problems, some with physical disabilities, some with unhappy families. But you can solve them all, so I developed a bit of wishful thinking."

"What if I'm also one of those you're destined to save?"

Gen Tsukino let out a soft sigh of relief.

"Things haven't succeeded yet. What if nothing comes of it in the end? Anything we say now will sound like a boomerang."

"Crash."

The water rippled gently, and an untimely sound came from the hot spring.

It wasn't some strange creature that emerged from the water.

Instead, this elegant and beautiful mature woman slightly rose, causing a splash of water to form.

Without reason or warning, she flipped over and straddled the boy's legs, using the slight buoyancy of the hot spring water.

She had her arm around the boy's shoulder, and the damp ends of her hair clung to her neck and shoulders.

Her eyes were never bright, like her own forest, inviting you to wander through them and forget where you came from.

They simply lowered their heads and occupied key strategic positions.

she says.

If all my hopes for the future and my affection for you are boomerangs, then I'm willing to become a dartboard riddled with holes.

"It will be very uncomfortable."

"It's okay. No matter how much pain I feel, I'll remember just how much I loved you back then."

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(End of this chapter)