I practiced as a monk alone in Japan.

Chapter 302 Her Golden Ratio
It's late at night and I'm still not asleep.

But the autumn wind was already stirring up trouble outside the window late at night.

That's how old apartment buildings are; if the wind outside gets even a little stronger, the windows seem to sway, as if they might fall off at any moment.

However, sleeping here has its own unique charm; listening to these restless sounds makes you feel as if you are sleeping on a ship at sea.

A storm was brewing outside, so you wrapped yourself in the blankets.

However, we can't get into that state yet; the necessary massage hasn't been finished before we leave Kiyono Mizuki's house.

Each time he stroked the other person's legs, Tsukino Genki's evil thoughts were actually very small. He was just like a simple doctor, maintaining a pure and sincere doctor's heart.

This is just a patient with disabilities in both legs who has to rely on himself to recover.

Skin as smooth as cream, a milky sheen, a unique fragrance—none of these matter.

Gen Tsukino's requirements were extremely low; he just wanted someone who didn't have smelly feet.

Well, having smelly feet isn't necessarily a bad thing.

As long as you have feet
However, every time a girl undergoes such 'treatment,' she goes through a complex emotional journey.

It starts off comfortable, gradually getting better, and then turns into a sharp, stabbing pain that she has to endure. During this process, she'll be drenched in sweat and bite her lip hard, trying her best not to make any embarrassing noises.

Later on, things started to get a little strange.

how to say.

It seems I'm getting more and more used to this kind of pain, and I can even extract some different feelings from it, as if this pain is helping me to constantly transform and become better.

Therefore, one can experience a certain degree of pleasure psychologically.

Therefore, what needs to be suppressed later is not only the painful screams, but also some subtle, strange sounds.

This is a psychological reaction that manifests physiologically. When the brain feels pleasure, certain physical changes become uncontrollable, and she hoped the boy hadn't noticed.

But it seems like that's just burying one's head in the sand.

Not only was her body covered in fragrant sweat, but the friction between her legs, something she didn't want to hide, was becoming increasingly rampant.

The boy could even smell a scent beyond the increasingly strong fragrance emanating from her.

Tsukino Gen actually knew what it was, but how should I put it, there's a limit to joking, especially for a girl like Kiyono Mizuki who's tough on the outside but soft on the inside, and actually very thin-skinned.

She can get really anxious.

Therefore, he needed to adjust his expression as much as possible to appear as if nothing had happened and to focus on the treatment.

Even after completely suppressing his breath and breaking out in a sweat, he could still see the girl's skin covered in beads of perspiration. Not only were her cheeks flushed, but her neck, collarbone, and even deeper areas were also a deep red.

That's a sign of rising temperatures.

It wasn't boiling water scalding the pig.

"All right."

Almost the instant Tsukino Gen uttered those words, Kiyono Mizuki quickly grabbed the blanket and covered her body.

Even if the boy had explored every inch of her body, she would still feel an indescribable shame and instinctively maintain her composure.

Tsukino Gen watched with amusement as the young girl, who was covered in sweat but still insisted on covering herself with a blanket.

"You're covered in sweat and you're still covered with a blanket, aren't you hot?"

"Then why don't you go out first?"

"It's not like you haven't seen it before, why are you so shy?"

"Aren't you annoying?!"

Her face peeked out from the gap in the blanket. Only she knew how much torment and trials she had to endure during this process. For a moment, she couldn't even hold back her tears.

I wanted to give up on myself, and I wanted to show this boy my truest feelings.

She ultimately refrained from doing anything shameless, her remaining rationality leaving her caught in the middle.

"You should probably take a shower first, shouldn't you?"

Gen Tsukino asked with a smile, without leaving immediately.

Kiyono Mizuki paused for a moment, then came to her senses, "Of course I'll go take a shower."

Is it convenient for you to take a shower by yourself?

"How do you take my past life? Besides, if it's inconvenient, do you expect me to wash it for you?"

"It's not impossible."

"Eh?"

This was something Kiyono Mizuki hadn't expected.

This boy did joke around often in the past, but he knew when to stop and understood what his bottom line was.

It's terrible. In fact, even Kiyono Mizuki himself doesn't understand this fickle self, but he always manages to tame it just right, making it impossible for people to refuse him from the bottom of their hearts.

She still instinctively thought that the boy was teasing her and making fun of her.

Unexpectedly, Tsukino Gen didn't leave; instead, he moved closer.

He pressed one hand against the edge of the blanket, seemingly trying to prevent himself from escaping, while lowering his head slightly to face himself with that excessively handsome young face.

"How about it? This is an extra service for today, would you like to enjoy it?"

"What do you mean by 'additional services'? You're clearly just trying to do something bad."

Kiyono Mizuki instinctively backed down, and her rebuttals seemed utterly unconvincing.

I should have firmly refused, but unfortunately, that's just how humans are. We always want to challenge ourselves, always want to follow our hearts even just once and not rebel.
I want to get closer to the person I like and do more intimate things.
And Tsukino Gen, at this crucial moment, added fuel to the fire.

He smiled and leaned closer, his hand already slipping under the covers without him even realizing it.

"If it's a bad thing, should we refuse it?"

He asked very politely.

But the more questions asked at a time like this, the more embarrassing it becomes. Doesn't he know that? I don't believe someone as smart as him wouldn't know, so he's just making fun of himself.

Kiyono Mizuki tilted her head back, a little defiant. Her face was still flushed, and her pouting lips were quite cute. "Of course I can refuse if I want to. You're nothing special, ugh."

Before he could finish speaking, his lips were covered by a kiss.

Feeling the other person's burning heat, I almost instinctively accepted it. My mind was no longer so unfamiliar and unexpectedly blank. Instead, it was more and more like a vortex, unable to help but sink all rational thoughts into it.

All that remains is to follow him, obey him, and allow his instincts.

Those who blindly worship anything are pitiful, pathetic, and perhaps also happy.

Just like myself right now.

This world cannot be trusted by gods, science is powerless, and philosophical principles are utterly useless.

And this boy named Tsukino Gen became his only faith.

A long, passionate kiss robbed me of all reason and restraint.

When they were separated, Tsukino Gen could easily lift the girl out of the blanket.

The autumn nights are refreshing, which helps one regain some composure.

But his embrace and chest were so hot that they cooked up that so-called reason.

She grabbed the other person's arm, looking nervous, but no longer refused, until they finally arrived at the bathroom.

He sat there quietly, taking off his clothes.

He let the hot water wash over his body, and like himself, Kiyono Mizuki was lost in thought.

But his hands were very well-behaved, even excessively gentle, beyond my imagination, washing me with exceptional professionalism, making me even want to close my eyes and fall asleep comfortably in this unsettlingly ambiguous atmosphere.

It's terrible; I've gotten so used to it.

I can no longer live without his image.

Turning her back to the boy was the most dignified way she could think of, but even so, her body still couldn't help but heat up, and she still trembled slightly with every touch from him.

It's like being constantly electrocuted.

It won't make you lose consciousness, but rather let you enjoy that unparalleled tingling sensation again and again.

I'm going crazy.

This kind of teasing is like putting yourself on a hot grill.

He then deliberately leaned close to his back and ear, speaking with a slight smile.

"Your back is very clean, so you probably don't need my help with the front, right?"

As he spoke, he tried to pull the towel away from his ribs, but this time, he didn't know where the courage came from; perhaps it was something that had been burned away and was left only as recklessness.

She held down the boy's hand as he tried to pull away.

Then, turning her head slightly, she let Tsukino Gen see Kiyono Mizuki's irrational expression. Her face was as vibrant as a peach blossom, and her eyes were filled with a hazy, misty allure.

Like a goddess of desire that entices all mortals, she possesses a face that can instantly ignite all flames.

"I already said I'd help you, how can you only help halfway?"

She said something she never thought she would say.

"you sure?"

The smiling young man asked softly.

Until the other person turned around with some difficulty, revealing everything to him.

Describing it as a work of art is too monotonous and dull; this is a magnificent sight that will reside in one's mind for a very, very long time, no matter what.

It's something I can never forget.

Her face was flushed, and she probably had no sense of reason at all. When a person is freed from their constraints, they may just want to carry that moment of madness to the very end.

she says.

"If you do a good job, I'll consider helping you with the washing. Okay. That's all."

Of course, I can't miss it, and I can't tolerate it.

Such behavior is undoubtedly a provocation.

It's just a little unfortunate that there's a stark contrast between her willpower and her ability to endure.

Gen Tsukino used almost no skill; perhaps just a simple massage technique was enough to make the girl unable to resist.

In the rising steam of the bathroom, her peach-pink stood out exceptionally clearly.

Panting, she lay prostrate in the boy's arms, having long forgotten the initial determination she had to accept everything.

The bathroom seemed to be filled with all sorts of smells, I couldn't tell them apart, and I didn't want to.

All that remained was the boy's laughter echoing in his ears.

"You don't seem to have the strength to help me."

"No way."

She stubbornly held onto the other person's chest.

I looked up and glanced up.

He glanced down again.

Take a deep breath.

A snow-white, graceful back, facing away from the overhead light, its most beautiful curve stretching out incomparably.

Her golden ratio.

Buried inside the fiery tower.

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(End of this chapter)