I practiced as a monk alone in Japan.

Chapter 315 It rained all night

Chapter 315 It rained all night
Actually, the tension gradually dissipated later on.

Besides the boy's skillful technique and gentle attitude, it's also thanks to Kiyono Mizuki's own long and arduous emotional journey.

Or rather, they were even somewhat impatient.

Unfortunately, waiting too long for some things can make people feel anxious or even insecure.

Although it might sound like she's lost some of her feminine modesty, there's nothing she can do about it.

What could be more important than your own happiness?
Especially during the time spent with Kiyono Mizuki.

After suffering a disability in both legs due to an accident, she finally understood the coldness and warmth of human relationships in this world, leaving behind a mess.

When she became a hot potato, it was a visible whirlpool, not an undercurrent.

Almost everyone avoids you like the plague. Those you thought were friends, those you thought were kind and approachable elders, aren't they all just cold-eyed bystanders or simply give up on you?
So why care about what these people think? Why care about how others judge your choices and actions?
In any case, they won't lend a hand when you're in real danger, and they won't stand by your side when you need help yourself.

So your happiness and suffering have nothing to do with them, yet you still care about their opinions and hesitate when faced with the happiness you could choose. What kind of stifled people-pleasing personality must you have?

Not only do they try to please those who are good to them, but they also try to please those who are not good to them.

Even if Kiyono Mizuki were stupid, she wouldn't do such a thing. So even if she knew that the boy named Tsukino Gen had complicated relationships, that all sorts of beautiful girls would entangle him, and that his life would be filled with all sorts of temptations, she wouldn't do such a thing.

That doesn't matter.

At least I am happy at this moment, and at least I feel that it is all worthwhile.

He gave me the opportunity to stand up again, he was there for me during the most difficult time, and he even helped me get through the dangers that followed.

She had no reason to refuse, nor any reason not to love him.

Moreover, he himself is such a lovable young man.

Gentleness will envelop me like the ocean, in this gradually warming room, my most familiar room, the place where it all began.

She felt only a sense of peace and comfort, apart from passion.

Especially when her throat was hoarse and she was so tired that she could barely keep her eyes open, he gently hugged her again.

"Are you ok?"

The familiar lines, however, filled Kiyono Mizuki with a sense of security at that moment.

With her eyes slightly closed, the expression on her lips was hard to tell—it was either tired or satisfied, or perhaps both.

"Ugh, so tired."

"If you're tired, take a rest. You don't have to go to school anyway."

Upon hearing this, Kiyono Mizuki almost chuckled.

"What, are you feeling wronged, just because you have to go to school tomorrow?"

Gen Tsukino gently embraced the other's slender waist. He was not mistaken about that waist; it was indeed incredibly alluring when it swayed.

Although her legs are not very mobile, it does not significantly affect her core strength.

Or perhaps it is precisely because of the inconvenience in his legs that the strength in other parts of his body has been exercised.

It might sound like a bit too much of a joke, but that's the truth.

It must be said that there is still a lot of room for development.

"I wouldn't say I feel wronged, but I've come to a deep realization that with great power comes great responsibility."

"Pah! You're obviously taking advantage of the situation and then acting innocent."

Kiyono Mizuki snorted softly, clearly dissatisfied.

The boy behind her smiled, then wrapped his arms around her waist, resting his cheek against her shoulder and breathing softly.

This moment of peace is like the tranquility and serenity after a storm has turned into a drizzle, a very comfortable white noise.

And at that moment, a light rain did indeed begin to fall outside, gently tapping against the window.

It's perfectly normal for it to rain in autumn. The temperature in the room, which doesn't need air conditioning, is gradually dropping. Kiyono Mizuki pulled the blanket up a little.

It's not just about protecting body temperature, but also about covering up the traces of passion left behind.

The lamp was not turned off, and traces of rainwater could be faintly seen on the window; the water had slid down in tiny, irregular patterns.

She heard the boy behind her whisper.

"It's true that I'm being hypocritical after getting a good deal. I don't know what I've done to deserve such good fortune; it just seems unbelievable."

Kiyono Mizuki was silent for a moment, then reached out and covered the other person's hands on her waist and abdomen.

They were pressed together, and the temperature increased.

"I told you, you're not the lucky one. You're just unlucky to have run into a whirlpool like mine, and I've dragged you in hopelessly."

"So this is your way of repaying me?"

"Do you have to make me angry at a time like this?"

When he puts on a serious face, he really looks quite convincing.

Gen Tsukino smiled, then shook his head and said, "I didn't mean that. I just think you should know that the relationships around me aren't that simple. Including helping you deal with those things... I might have done more behind the scenes that you don't know about, which could have created hidden risks."

"It's ok."

She shook her head.

Her washed hair exuded a fresh and pleasant fragrance.

“Even if I could think of all these things, it wouldn’t affect my decision. If a person always considers everything when doing something, then they are destined to accomplish nothing. They are just someone who stays in the same place after considering so many things. They won’t choose anything because they worry about everything.”

"So I'd rather blindly choose the outcome I want to believe in than be forced to choose some seemingly rational and bright future. The future could be tomorrow, or it could be ten years from now. But who can accurately know that they won't encounter an accident tomorrow and lose that so-called future?"

"Rustle, rustle—" She turned around and looked directly into the boy's eyes.

"Being happy for one day is the best thing. I'm enjoying the present moment, so I won't think about anything else. Even if you're a bomb in front of me, even if I choose to cut the red line and it still explodes, I won't fantasize about what would happen if I cut the blue line."

Gen Tsukino laughed and couldn't help but reach out to stroke the other person's delicate cheek.

There seemed to be traces of sweat left from before.

But none of that matters anymore.

"It sounds really blindly excessive. I think the reason why women can unleash unimaginable charm in many situations is because of this unreasonable persistence."

Kiyono Mizuki blinked, then reluctantly lifted her leg and placed it on the boy's leg.

This position is very comfortable, even ignoring the potentially more intimate contact involved, but at this point it doesn't seem to matter anymore.

What haven't I seen? What haven't I done?

So, would you be willing to let me regret it, to make me sad?

Gen Tsukino couldn't help but laugh, his hand naturally moving down as he looked at the girl's eyes, which were filled with mist, making her even more tempting and delicious, like a ripe apple about to fall.

But below him wasn't Newton, waiting to study gravity; it was just an ordinary teenager.

He smiled and said, "At any time, under any circumstances, my answer is no."

"Then it doesn't matter, so it doesn't matter who's by your side. Right now, having me is enough."

She hugged him, pressing her cheek against his and her body against his.

The light rain was falling outside. She pressed herself against his chest, listening intently to his heartbeat.

"So, girls like you are especially vulnerable to getting hurt."

"And your next sentence won't be, 'Luckily, the man I met was you,' will it?"

"Hahaha, how did you know?"

"I don't know about the others, but I do know that you're incredibly narcissistic."

"Huh? It's only been a short time and you're already trying to ride on my head? Your legs aren't fully healed yet."

"That's about enough~ unless you're really planning to abandon me."

"How could that be? There are so many positions we haven't tried yet."

"Ok?"

They realized something was wrong, but it seemed too late.

As the boy's palm continued downwards, she could no longer clearly see what patterns or shapes the rainwater had drawn on the window.

The temperature is rising, and the flames that have just been extinguished seem poised to reignite.

"Wait a minute."

"What's wrong? Are you going back on your word?"

"No way! Let me rest for a bit."

"No, time is short, and I, who have class tomorrow, didn't say anything."

"You bastard!"

What follows is unspeakable; it's content that would be considered 18+ anywhere.

All I know is that the rain poured down all night.

The once towering trees outside the window now have withered yellow leaves scattered all over the ground, and after being washed away by the rain, they are left to rot in the soil.

Just like everyone who gets through a difficult time.

Those heartbreaking and painful experiences will die in the ever-brighter, more sunny memories.

One day, when you look back on those experiences, they may beautified into beautiful memories and become a textbook for teaching you about life.

Actually, Kiyono Mizuki was reluctant to think that way.

Just because you've let go of the past doesn't mean that those who hurt you had a reason to do so, or that it's understandable.

Bad things are just bad.

You can forgive, you can even understand, but you cannot distort its essence.

in other words.

She will always hold a grudge against those people and will never reconcile with them.

Even those who are already dead and no longer in this world.

So naturally, she will always remember the boy she hugged tightly.

Until all time has passed and I have grown old.