I practiced as a monk alone in Japan.

Chapter 306 Favoritism or Charity

Although Tsukino Gen's behavior was exaggerated, he seemed very eager.

But in reality, the whole process was more like a meticulous service for this girl.

He didn't act like a wild animal that only knows how to mate, impatiently destroying the girl's beautiful fantasies about love.

However, it is also a kind of torment, because being too gentle and considerate can breed desires in a woman's heart.

During the process, she blushed as she received the comfortable, massage-like pampering from her skin. But on the other hand, doubts arose.

He's so patient with all girls; it's just his nature and his strong will.
Or is it that I'm not charming enough?
Even in this state, how come he didn't feel any impulse?
My charm should be enough to instantly transform him into a mindless beast, right? After all, that's what he said the first time.
But what he did was a perfect example of knowing when to stop. Although showering together is hardly gentlemanly behavior.

But after washing, he whispered it in his own ear.

"Alright, now it's up to you, Miss, to get dressed. My task is complete."

Malice.

He deliberately made it sound like he was a technician providing specialized services.

However, his technique was indeed commendable. It wasn't like she hadn't had her share of beauty spa treatments, even though she was naturally beautiful, young, and had plenty of collagen. The desire to become more beautiful is endless, for any woman.

In contrast, the female massage therapists I've encountered, each with their own professional certificates and industry awards, are all less effective and more stimulating than this young man's techniques.

It was as if all the fatigue from studying that day had been swept away.

It's not some illusion born from loving someone because of their possessions; it's a genuine sense of ease that comes from within.

Never mind, there's more than one amazing thing about him anyway. If I were to try to find out about every single one, I'd probably exhaust myself.

But he actually walked out of the bathroom.

At this moment, his gentlemanly demeanor resembled that of a hypocrite, but even if he was a hypocrite, it was still a very high compliment for him.

After all, when he turns bad, he can hardly be called a gentleman.

Looking at my skin, which almost shimmered under the bathroom light, and my body, which seemed so perfect that there wasn't a single flaw, I felt a sense of wonder.

The girl scoffed, a disdainful smirk playing on her lips, her familiar competitive spirit seemingly igniting a flame.

She got dressed.

Gen Tsukino hadn't expected that his clothes had been prepared in advance; it seemed that this wasn't something that had been arranged just today.

I just don't know whether it was her arrangement or Asagiri Jun's arrangement that she had clothes that suited her.

It's unlikely that Asagiri Rin made the arrangement. She's always oblivious and rarely considers other people's feelings. Even when she shows kindness to me, it's a very rare occurrence.

Judging from Jun Asagiri's behavior today, it's probably due to her mother's thoughtfulness.

The loose T-shirt and trousers, made of a material that looks a bit like pajamas, look like a new fashion trend on someone as good a clothes hanger as Tsukino Gen.

Looking at the bedroom, which wasn't very familiar to him, he didn't stand on ceremony and lay down directly on the other person's soft bed.

Don't tell me yet.

Rich people are rich people. They sleep in more comfortable rooms than in the top suites of so-called five-star hotels. It's not the kind of soft, seductive place that makes you want to sink into it.

He doesn't like such soft beds.

It has a firm texture that can support the body, and it exudes a more homely fragrance that makes people feel at home.

No wonder this girl always seems to be getting too much sleep. How could she possibly wake up easily after sleeping in a bed like that every day?

If the young lady's bed is this comfortable, then the madam's bed must be... well, never mind, I shouldn't think about that.

Just as I was letting my mind wander freely in a relaxed state, footsteps came from the bathroom doorway. The swirling mist in this spacious room would dissipate in an instant.

At the perfect temperature, Tsukino Gen never expected her to reappear in this way.

It wasn't a bold and colorful outfit, nor was it a unique style; on the contrary, it was almost too simple, but it was precisely this simplicity that made her inherent charm impossible to ignore.

A simple white shirt with dropped shoulders, not fully buttoned up.

Her long, fair neck and delicate collarbone, which seemed to still have a few water droplets clinging to them, were revealed.

As for the lower body, there is no lower body, no, there are no pants.

The veiled, partially concealed nature of her figure was almost too alluring to look at directly, as if a single glance would be a punishment. Or perhaps, this allure could even make a man like Tsukino Gen feel a touch of shyness.

As expected of this young lady.

Her hair was loose and flowing, and her tender eyes perfectly captured the girl's effortless and graceful charm.

Too homey.

So much so that it instantly makes one imagine what it would be like to spend one's life with this girl, to have a home with her, one and only home, and then live together.

On a simple evening after dinner, as darkness falls, you can fully enjoy the beauty she brings.

In that case, it seems that accepting Asagiri Jun's suggestion wasn't so difficult after all.

indeed.

It should be said that he was extremely lucky, but it was a pity that he was Tsukino Gen, not a simple man. If he could not dance on the edge of a knife, if he could not always choose the most difficult route and the most difficult options, it seemed that he would lose the meaning of his life.

How arrogant.

As he thought this, the look of amazement in his eyes returned to normal, replaced by a broad smile.

"So you like wearing shirts?"

He said with a smile.

Asagiri Rin was quite pleased with the boy's momentary disbelief when he looked at her.

She walked over calmly, then stood by the bed and looked down at the boy.

"Who told you to lie on my bed?" Tsukino Gen looked at him innocently. "I'm a little tired and not used to resting on the sofa."

"Then we'll sleep on the floor."

"Isn't that too harsh? We've already discussed things like marriage, so isn't it too cruel of me to sleep on the floor?"

"Ha, didn't you refuse yourself? Now you're using this to play the victim. Aren't you the one who's going too far?"

"I knew you cared about that."

Tsukino Gen said with a smile.

"Who cares about such things? Don't get me wrong, I also wanted to refuse, but I was just annoyed that you said it out loud."

It's obvious at a glance whether this person is just being stubborn.

Of course, being stubborn is already a characteristic of this girl, so there's no need to deliberately point it out. But if we put this in an action game, could it be considered this girl's 'weakness'?

It will stiffen up when hit, or something like that.

"If that's the case, then I can apologize."

"What's the point of apologizing? People always like to offer a hypocritical apology after something has happened, hoping to lessen their guilt. In reality, it's an even worse behavior."

"Wouldn't not apologizing make them seem smug?"

“I noticed you seemed quite smug when you apologized.”

The girl said this with a somewhat dangerous look in her eyes, but all of this was just a 'performance' deliberately staged to match her movements.

He slowly bent his knees, as if deliberately slowing down his movements as he climbed onto the edge of the bed.

She seemed to have come to threaten him, but her movements were so graceful that they were like a silent seduction, which Tsukino Gen would naturally notice.

The neckline, opened wider by the movement, gradually magnified the fullness and whiteness of her skin in my eyes.

Some scents do require you to strain to smell them, but others you can smell simply by looking at them.

Her long hair fell from her shoulders, swaying in the air like a swing. The bed sank deeper and deeper, as if it were her footprints left intentionally.

She was getting closer and closer.

Then that deliberately dangerous gaze moved closer to her, she said.

"Especially you, the way you get smug is really annoying."

The boy, seemingly helpless and with nowhere to escape, sat by the bedside, watching her approach little by little.

Her face still seemed to have that innocent, harmless smile.

"Really? I thought I was quite likable. Is it possible that because of your prejudice against me, everything I do seems to annoy you?"

This is of course impossible.

She said the reason she hated him was simply that she didn't like this jerk, who always presented himself to everyone with this kind of attitude.

His obedience, ingratiation, gentleness, and thoughtfulness should all belong to me.

Although he's definitely not the type to be warm to everyone, the thought of him having to parade around with that face every day, letting all the women see just how handsome and eye-catching he is, is still quite something.

Asagiri Rin felt like she was going crazy.

The rampant possessiveness and desire for control are an inevitable result of close relationships.

She had tried to resist this instinct, but to no avail, so she needed a more hysterical release to prove that she was special and irreplaceable in his heart.

She didn't stop until she passed over the boy's body and then landed her own.

He rode on Tsukino Gen's back.

This wasn't an action that Tsukino Gen couldn't accept; he looked up at her.

She casually reached out, letting her black hair fall all over her shoulders, looking down at her from her elevated position.

She looks as resolute and dignified as a queen.

In fact, just by touching the other person's body, her emotions were already starting to sway uncontrollably.

Even though no one had started swaying.

"Of course I have a bias against you; my attitude towards you has always been the most special."

She said so.

"Clap."

Gen Tsukino's arms are long enough to reach the bedside lamp, so he easily turned off the light.

Even in the darkness, you could clearly see her eyes.