I practiced as a monk alone in Japan.

Chapter 314 No longer alone
It's neither a star-rated hotel nor a unique guesthouse hidden away in the bustling city.

I returned to Kiyono Mizuki's house, a small house that wasn't really worth reminiscing about.

Gen Tsukino simply thought that perhaps she could feel the most secure here.

After all, this place has the most scarce material resources, yet the richest memories.

Because I've been out for so long, eating and shopping, I'm covered in not only sweat but also a lot of other smells.

The girl insisted on taking a bath.

Of course, this time it was also Tsukino Gen's meticulous service.

Warm, just the right amount of water flowed over my skin. I could feel its delicate texture and the warmth of it on my palms.

Still a little shy, but no longer as nervous or afraid, Kiyono Mizuki looked at the wall, feeling the boy's attentiveness behind her.

she said softly.

"I have a great day. Are you tired?"

You could tell she was still nervous; her voice trembled slightly. But the fact that she dared to speak at this moment proved that she had prepared herself mentally for a long time, and therefore had the corresponding resolve to do so.

Gen Tsukino's voice remained calm and gentle, without causing any negative emotional impact on the girl.

"I'm not tired at all. You know I rarely get tired."

"Pfft."

The girl's body trembled slightly, and she laughed. Her fair skin swayed in curves, creating an extremely beautiful sight.

It's a scene that makes you want to capture it with your camera, but unfortunately, I don't have a camera now, and I doubt the other party would allow me to take pictures.

"No one is immune to fatigue. You just don't like to talk about it. Pushing someone with mobility issues through so many places in a single day is enough to drive anyone crazy. It's a good thing it's you."

Gen Tsukino smiled and shook his head indifferently.

"It's okay, my potential is higher than you think, and I have more energy. So you can use me with confidence, I won't tire you out."

"Hahaha, you're making yourself sound like an old ox. Even if you say that, I still can't bear to part with you."

As she spoke, her voice naturally became softer, revealing a hint of shyness.

Even if you write countless love poems in your book, it's still different in reality. You have to think long and hard before you can even say a word of concern.

Just like a joke can be made however you like, but once you mix in even a little bit of sincerity, the flavor will be noticeably different.

"So Miss Kiyono can actually feel sorry for people."

The towel was damp on the other person's shoulders.

Her shoulders were slender and bony, with delicate, silky skin that made you want to lean on them and then slide down with the warm water.

From behind, it looks like a scene perfect for shooting a beautiful advertisement.

She is impeccable in every way, and even her leg disability adds to her pitiful charm, making her even more touching.

"Hmph, of course I feel sorry for people. But I don't feel sorry for everyone."

She lowered her head slightly, and her damp hair fell onto her chest.

Although it felt a little sticky, it wasn't uncomfortable.

The water temperature was just right, and his breath surrounded me from behind.

She even felt dizzy before anything had even started, and even had the illusion that she was about to melt into his arms.

"I know I know."

Gen Tsukino's eyes were smiling, but it was a pity that the other person couldn't see the gentle expression on his face.

Gentleness is not a rare quality; in fact, it has been abused by countless people in this era as a means of promiscuity, thus acquiring a certain negative connotation.

However, this does not mean that gentleness itself is wrong.

If we must blame someone, we can only blame those who use gentleness as a tool to conceal their true nature, and we can only blame those who give their gentleness in the wrong way.

"The back is washed, now it's just the front."

Gen Tsukino wasn't in such a rush and respected the other person's privacy. Although there wasn't much left at this point.

However, I still plan to let her handle it herself, just like before.

But this time, Kiyono Mizuki held down the other person's hand.

She didn't speak immediately, but instead turned around slowly, with great effort and stubbornness.

She presented herself to Tsukino Gen as flawless.

Although I was somewhat prepared, I was still quite shocked when I actually saw it.

His eyes were honest; he didn't choose hypocrisy at this moment, even though the young girl was already blushing.

she said softly.

"It's okay, you can help me wash them all up front."

He could barely lift his head, yet he stubbornly uttered those words.

Gen Tsukino was silent for a moment, then nodded.

"it is good."

His movements were neither exaggerated nor hasty; he completed his task with gentleness and delicacy.

Even if the girl's body trembles slightly during this process, as if it means that she is unable to control herself in some way.

But thankfully, it was eventually completed.

Leave the bathroom.

At the edge of the bed, Tsukino Gen was using a hairdryer to dry the girl's hair.

Adjusting the temperature to the right level, I felt each strand of hair passing through my fingers, the silky touch like satin slipping through my fingers.

To be honest, some of the unique pleasures are hard to describe and might lead people to mistakenly believe that I've developed some kind of unusual fetish.

The girl had a faint blush on the back of her neck, whether from the emotion or the increased body temperature after her bath, it was hard to tell, but it was beautiful, like a tattoo left by cherry blossom petals. "Um..."

"Ok?"

Amidst the hum of the hairdryer, the young girl spoke, and Tsukino Gen still heard her.

she said softly.

Why did you change your mind today?

"Change your mind about what?"

"Didn't you say," her ears turned bright red, a beautiful, translucent color like a pomegranate, "that you would only..."

Gen Tsukino smiled. "That's about right. Besides, I can't keep refusing invitations from a girl like you, can I?"

"What do you mean by 'invitation'? That's awful!"

"There's nothing I can do. I'm not a good person by nature. Isn't it normal to be a little bad?"

"That's true, you didn't have good intentions in the first place, right?"

"Yes, I'm not a saint, I'm not truly without desires. Of course, I should be rewarded for all this hard work."

"Bad guy."

Although Kiyono Mizuki said this, the tone of her voice sounded more like a coquettish complaint than a genuine grievance.

When the hair dryer stopped, the buzzing sound indeed became completely silent.

But a sound like drumming could be clearly heard, the beating of my own heart, growing stronger and stronger.

"No girl wouldn't be nervous at this moment, right?" Kiyono Mizuki comforted herself.

The girl sitting on the edge of the bed looked a bit like a doll, at a loss, so she could do nothing while sitting there.

Gen Tsukino didn't make her feel any more nervous; he simply hugged her shoulder gently.

She obediently fell into his arms.

Like a pet that has been longing for its owner to hold it for a long time.

She gently lay down on the bed, nestled in the other person's arms.

Actually, it's still early, there's no need to rush.

Gen Tsukino leaned close to the other's cheek; the freshly washed and dried hair exuded the expected light fragrance, which smelled exceptionally pleasant.

"If you're too nervous or scared, that's okay. I'm not good at comforting people, so that's all I can say."

Hearing Tsukino Gen say that, Kiyono Mizuki couldn't help but laugh and retort.

"You're not good at comforting people? You seem to have a lot of experience."

Gen Tsukino wrapped his arms around the other's slender waist.

Although her leg disability makes it difficult for this girl to exercise, she maintains a remarkably good figure, which is undoubtedly a unique talent.

"No, I don't think so. After all, people are best at comforting themselves. If you can't empathize with someone, any words of comfort you say will be off-target."

Kiyono Mizuki shook his head.

"What comforts me most isn't your words, in fact, those words aren't important. What's most important is that you've always been by my side. That's more powerful than any sweet words."

That's right.

No matter how much you say, words spoken are ultimately free and have no cost.

The time spent with my family and the effort I put in brought about the miracle of my legs recovering. That's more important than anything else.

"Actually, I didn't expect to succeed at first. Maybe you're just lucky by nature."

"Isn't meeting you the luckiest thing?"

She turned her head, her bright and clear eyes gazing into the boy's eyes.

She thought Tsukino Gen's eyes were absolutely gorgeous.

When he is peaceful, it seems to carry a lament for the whole world; when he is serious and earnest, he can bring an unparalleled sense of power, making you believe that what he says is true and that miracles can really happen.

And just as he said, a miracle really did happen.

So I am indeed lucky to have met him. How can it be considered normal?
The boy had a smile on his face.

The natural attraction of hormones, or perhaps the irresistible urge to get closer after eye contact. At such a close distance, there's no reason to back down.

When I felt the softness of her lips.

The entire bedroom naturally warmed up. The bedside lamp hadn't been turned off yet, but no one cared about such trivial matters now.

The body, which had been lying on its side, was gradually and unconsciously turned upright.

They also gradually lost control over their own bodies.

She felt as if she were melting in his arms, the temperature rising steadily. Her mind was already clouded, and she didn't even think about struggling or resisting.

After all, this was the night she had been looking forward to for so long.

She had done many things and said many things she dared not say. It seemed that only at times like these could she truly feel that she had completed the ritual that belonged to her.

Once a girl truly falls in love, it's blind.

Actually, there's nothing wrong with being blind to things, right?
She felt his kisses slowly descend from the corners of her lips, covering her neck, collarbone, and even her chest.

She involuntarily tilted her head slightly upward, her blurred vision revealing the ceiling she had seen countless times.

Often, I'm alone, lost in thought, and feeling lonely.

And now there is no loneliness.

He was right beside me, an integral part of my life.

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(End of this chapter)