I practiced as a monk alone in Japan.

Chapter 307 Giving You a Home
In truth, Rin Asagiri didn't really think she enjoyed doing this kind of thing.

But how should I put it?
Some things in life are full of all sorts of magic. At first, you don't think much of it, but once you get involved, it's as if you slowly lose your rationality and become completely absorbed.

Rin Asagiri didn't know what was wrong with her either.

She felt she shouldn't be this kind of girl.

This is probably something meaningless, and it's not an action with any ambition.

However, people are prone to becoming addicted to meaningless things, such as physical contact and intimate communication.

Before this happened, Asagiri Rin had wondered what it would be like if such a day really came.
Her attitude at the time might have been dismissive, believing that no one could make her fall for him, even if he was as incredible as a god. But she was someone who didn't even have faith.

However, it seems that the worst thing ever happened: she became hopelessly infatuated with everything he gave her.

Even after what happened last time, she warned herself, or rather, gave herself a hint, not to succumb, not to be confused, and not to indulge in pleasure.

But once you get close to the other person's body, it seems like an impulse arises naturally.

Like two magnets, if they get close together, they will stick together.

Like an apple falling from a tree, if there are no other obstacles, it will inevitably kiss the earth and then rot in the soil.

I still can't resist the magic of these things; they're mysterious and illogical.

He once said that a life based solely on reason is devoid of joy.

Of course, a life without reason has no direction.

So what is this state of being so infatuated that you can't think of any reason or want to pursue any direction?

Until she had no strength left to think, the beads of sweat that covered her beautiful, snow-white back were like a transparent blanket.

The boy, who could be both crazy and gentle, pressed his skin against hers from behind without the slightest disgust.

he said softly.

"Does your aunt really have something to do tonight?"

The girl squinted slightly, her voice weak and feeble, sounding like a kitten's, from exhaustion.

"She's always so busy, why do you care about that?"

"It's nothing, I'm just curious if she knows about us."

"What, are you scared now?"

"No, it's just that I don't want you to be subjected to unnecessary and inappropriate stares. If that's the case, I should be more honest. After all, in everyone else's eyes I can be an irresponsible man, but I can't be in front of your mother."

The girl lazily turned her head, glanced at the boy with her dark eyes, and then curled the corners of her lips into a slight smile.

"You know how to talk. But what difference does it make whether you know or not? It's not a big deal. What era do you think we live in?"

Gen Tsukino shook his head.

“I’m not saying this because I’m thinking about any particular era; I’m just thinking that all of this is important to you. Every change deserves your attention.”

"It'll get greasy if you keep talking about it."

"Okay, that's enough."

The boy gently buried his face in her hair, deeply inhaling her scent.

Sometimes it doesn't matter if he seems a little childish or clingy. He knows very well that only by occasionally showing such emotions and behaviors will the girl feel at ease, and even extremely proud.

A warm room, breathing gradually calming down.

Gen Tsukino wasn't completely resting; he was also using his own methods to provide energy to the girl, helping her recover from her exhaustion as quickly as possible.

The effect was obvious, of course, since one's own internal energy was of far superior quality to any so-called supplies or food.

The feeling of drowsiness and exhaustion gradually dissipated, and she turned over, voluntarily breaking free from Tsukino Gen's embrace, not out of disgust.

Being held like this, I can't see the other person's face.

I can't quite put my finger on what's so appealing about him; maybe he's appealing from head to toe. I just want to watch him talk.

It's as if only in this way can one be certain that everything is real, that this world truly exists, and not something one has imagined or fabricated.

"what happened?"

Seeing that the other person was staring straight at him, Tsukino Gen smiled and asked.

Asagiri Rin's eyes were dark yet bright, and in that darkness, a light seemed to quietly bloom that belonged only to her.

Do you think our development is too fast, too slow, or just right?

"Why do you ask?"

Gen Tsukino changed his position, resting his head on his arm and lying on his side to look at the other person.

It wasn't about the superior position; it was just that being so close to the pillows made the world feel like it was sinking, which was a little uncomfortable.

I'm still not used to rich people's things; my pillow needs to be firmer.

The young lady's face was calm, neither smiling nor angry; it possessed a cinematic quality. It was as if she wasn't saying a word, yet she was already telling you a story with profound meaning.

"After all, when we first met again, I never imagined that we would be lying in bed together on this very day. It's not that I regret anything, but looking back, I don't know how we got to this point. It's like a dream, and then I inexplicably feel that something is missing when I wake up." Tsukino Gen smiled.

"That's quite specific. But isn't that how most people's lives are? Before you know it, you're an adult, and it feels like childhood was just yesterday. But when you actually try to think back, you forget exactly what you did. If you're wondering if the pace is fast or slow, I honestly don't know."

"I thought you knew everything. Is there something you didn't know?"

It was tinged with a hint of irony, but her smile at that moment was simply too beautiful.

It's impossible to dislike her; in fact, it's enjoyable to see her looking disgusted.

Gen Tsukino shrugged. "After all, I'm not some kind of transmigrator. These things are new to me, and your memories are completely new to me too. I actually feel pretty much the same way you do. It feels like it was just yesterday that I greeted you and was met with your cold shoulder, but now you're watching me from such a close distance."

His smile was gentle and kind as he reached out and softly stroked her delicate cheek.

It's such a small face, it looks like it could be completely etched into the palm of your hand.

It sounds a bit scary, and it's close enough. Anyway, the most romantic people in the world must be those psychopathic killers, or even the Hannibal Lecter type.

Is it not a kind of romance to ingest something into your own body and make it an eternal mark?

It's just a little bit exhausting.

"It's really incredible, it feels like a dream to me."

So, is it considered fast or slow?

She seems to have a unique insistence on this issue.

Gen Tsukino shook his head. "Maybe it's just a coincidence. Nobody knows what will happen in the future, so my philosophy on life has always been to do what I want to do now and not wait for the so-called 'it might be more interesting later' opportunity. Maybe when that time really comes, you won't even think about what you're thinking today, or maybe that time will never even exist."

The girl blinked in her palm, a special gesture for her, and therefore particularly beautiful.

"So, are those people who get married on a whim, or is it a long-term plan?"

"Perhaps at some point you have the urge to get married, and then you make long-term plans for it and work towards that goal. Of course, there are also more impulsive people who think about it and can't wait to do it."

"So, will you have that urge in the future? Is it possible for me to?"

Gen Tsukino looked at the other person and said, "At this moment, you're like a very curious child."

"You think I talk too much?"

Asagiri Rin narrowed her eyes, placing her hand naturally on the other person's waist, which could certainly be considered a threat. However, Tsukino Gen felt that the other person was more interested in taking advantage of her.

Otherwise, why would you tap your fingers so lightly, like playing the piano?
"That's not true, it's just that you never used to ask this kind of question."

"You mean this is a childish question?"

"You can say that."

"You're really brave."

"Because I didn't mean to offend you. Sometimes being childish is cute, which means you're very cute when you ask this kind of question."

"Stop using flattery to evade problems. I'm asking you if you ever have that urge."

"Oops, have we been found out?"

"Trying to act cute again, huh?"

Asagiri Rin pinched the boy's cheek.

His mischievous antics are undeniably cute, yet his grinning face is truly despicable. He has a face that's incredibly adept at manipulating people.

But there was no way to resist; it was impossible to do it purely through willpower and reason. Something stronger was needed. Perhaps it was a desire even more intense than his own.

"Haha, just kidding. I don't know if it will happen in the future, but it might. Like, one day I might suddenly feel that I should have a home, that I should settle down and be more settled."

"So you're not staying put at all right now, and you're not being honest."

"That's not what I meant! This is entrapment, and I won't stand for it!"

"It's no use arguing. I'm the one who calls the shots here."

One hand wasn't enough, so I used both hands to pinch his face.

Watching him make those silly, childish noises—it was clearly a very rudimentary way of being funny—the girl couldn't help but gradually smile.

The iceberg has long since melted away, and his ray of sunlight is indeed too intense.

It shines so brightly it makes people unable to open their eyes, ignoring reality.

But the warmth that shines on you is real and tangible.

she thinks.

Whether it's realistic or not doesn't matter anymore.

She gently loosened her grip, looked at him, and answered solemnly.

"Tell me when that day really comes, and I will give you a home."

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(End of this chapter)