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Chapter 75 I Don't Want It

Chapter 75 I Don't Want It (Third Update, Please Vote!)

Kiyono Mizuki, who lay on the bed like a zombie, opened her eyes wide in the darkness.

She seemed a little slow to react.

Admittedly, this seemingly bold request was made by himself, and even resembled a tacit hint and teasing between adult men and women.

But didn't he agree too quickly?
Why did they even bring the bed up here?

Saying those words had already taken almost all of Kiyono Mizuki's courage; she felt like Don Quixote clumsily charging towards a windmill. But all of this seemed as fragile as a joke in front of Tsukino Gen.

She didn't want the other person to misunderstand that she did this out of sheer gratitude.

On the one hand, she hopes he can feel that if someone has to make sacrifices in a relationship, she can be that person, instead of just accepting the benefits he brings.

So, lacking much experience, Kiyono Mizuki chose this clumsy, or rather, instinctive approach. It wasn't until the other person was actually lying next to her, on the same bed, that she realized how nervous she truly was.

Like a zombie, I could only stare blankly at the ceiling in the darkness. That familiar warmth and scent were right beside me, yet I couldn't find the right way to get close to it.

Or rather, she felt that only her soul was lying there, and as for her body, it wasn't just that her legs were disabled; she felt helpless, like a vegetable.

Until those warm arms began to approach me, the familiar temperature was surprisingly pleasant even in this not-so-cool weather.

Her body trembled slightly, and then she felt her hand being gently grasped.

She instinctively turned her head and saw the boy's eyes, bright as stars. They shone unexpectedly in the darkness. He was smiling at her, his lips slightly pursed. The smile wasn't malicious, nor was it overly gentle.

It was all very ordinary and normal, even giving Kiyono Mizuki a strange feeling. It seemed like this wasn't the first time they had slept in the same bed together; they had many previous experiences that had made them feel comfortable.

"Are you nervous?"

Gen Tsukino asked softly.

Kiyono Mizuki instinctively retorted, "In my house, on my bed, why would I be nervous?"

Your palms are sweaty.

He said with a smile.

The girl, whose cheeks were burning again, couldn't help but turn to the side and curl up slightly, as if she wanted to bury her face in the other person's shoulder.

"It's your sweat, not mine. Let go."

If it's sticky and uncomfortable, just let go of it.

I didn't ask him to force me to hold his hand.
Gen Tsukino naturally didn't let go, and he said softly.

"Actually, I'm very nervous too."

"Ok?"

"It was the first time I lay in a girl's bed."

He said.

Upon hearing this, Kiyono Mizuki, who had been shy, felt a strange, secret joy. So, just as he felt about her, she would also be unique to him?
"I don't believe you. What nonsense are you talking about? You look like a scumbag who often lies to girls."

As she said this, she unconsciously tightened her grip on the other person's hand, as if ignoring all the sweat, determined to hold hands tightly.

"So you want me to stay overnight? What kind of prey are you, offering yourself up for the night?"

He smiled and turned his head, his eyes now different. Like a wild beast lurking in the darkness, it was only then that Kiyono Miki realized that the other person was not entirely benevolent. On the contrary, he could be terrifyingly dangerous at times.

It's as if they'll devour you completely at any moment.

However, this sense of déjà vu did not cause Kiyono Mizuki the same fear she felt towards Sato Yuta, nor did it evoke any disgust.

When questioned like this, she even slightly raised her head and met the other person's gaze with her sparkling eyes.

"If I am the prey, then what are you?"

"I can't say for sure. But can I take your words as a provocation?"

Gen Tsukino narrowed his eyes, able to clearly smell the increasingly intense fragrance emanating from her. It seemed that as her body temperature rose, her own domain was slowly unfolding.

There is no doubt about her charm. Even though she couldn't move her legs, she was still a beauty that few men could resist, even though she was almost in his arms at this moment.

The sudden increase in temperature can engulf all living things within it.

Kiyono Mizuki seemed to be infected as well; her cheeks were flushed, and she looked at Tsukino Gen with a dazed expression.

This young man is someone whose exact description is difficult to find, and whose attitude should be taken to avoid leaving any regrets.

"What if it's me provoking you? What do you dare to do?"

In fact, Tsukino Gen has encountered quite a few people who provoke him, but in most cases he's too lazy to retaliate, or rather, once he does, it's over—too simple, and meaningless. So even provocations don't stir up much emotion in him.

And now it seems that Kiyono Mizuki has succeeded.

I should say that I haven't lost my humanity. I think about the same things as myself: an ordinary person who received a gift from heaven but didn't become a citizen of my country.

Looking at her dazed gaze, her cheeks, though flushed, still stubbornly turned towards him.

Especially her slightly parted red lips. Everything seemed to be urging Tsukino Gen to do something.

"Cowardly. Waaah!"

Kiyono Mizuki saw Tsukino Gen just staring at her, not making a move, and thought he was going to tease her again at this moment. After all, that was his usual personality—mischievous in any situation. One second he'd move you, the next he'd infuriate you.

So she planned to ridicule the other party mercilessly.

But little did I expect that the word "coward" wouldn't end there. He was like a toppled mountain, covering all the shadows.

The girl's soft lips were like a delicious jelly worth savoring, the texture just as she had imagined. No, it was even more surprising.

A moment of mental blankness made Kiyono Mizuki abandon all thought. She passively tilted her head back, and her unmovable feet could only make rubbing sounds on the bed as the other person moved.

They pushed and shoved each other meaninglessly, but it was completely useless.

Unstoppable, or perhaps impossible to resist, he was like an executioner who showed no mercy once he made up his mind.

Kiyono Mizuki's instinctive reserve made her want to clench her teeth, but everything about him seemed to possess a magical power, not only making her fall for him but also drawing her closer. It was like the first time a human being willingly approached a flame in the darkness.

It's hard to describe the feeling accurately. The inexperienced girl was like a puppet, completely out of control, her expressions all over the place.

A mixture of shame and inexplicable excitement... How could I feel like this?
Is this what kissing feels like?
Although I have no experience myself, I can tell how skilled he is!
It's not just about suffocating; it seems like I'm already suffocating right from the start.
Oh no, I really can't breathe. It's not just the air stuck in my throat, but also the urge suffocating in my chest. It feels like it needs to be released, and the burning heat rising throughout my body is real.

Until she felt his hand on her cheek gradually slide down.

She sensed something was wrong and had the instinct to stop it, but it was no use.

The already loose shoulder straps became meaningless decorations when she felt that urgent grip. She couldn't help but tilt her head back.

"no, do not want."

That's probably what every girl would say in this situation, right?

Or perhaps it was just an immediate instinct?

Gen Tsukino's movements were very gentle.

However, this doesn't mean there's no feeling. On the contrary, appropriate pressure can make the other person feel your presence and truly feel that you're giving them an unprecedented experience.

Burning palms, a slipped bra strap, fair and translucent skin, heavy breathing in the darkness.

Her eyes seemed about to fill with tears; she could only half-open them weakly and helplessly, looking at the boy pleadingly. "No."

Tsukino Gen leaned closer to her face, looking directly into her eyes, and whispered.

"It's disappointing that this is all. In fact, I wouldn't dare to do anything more outrageous."

"What do you mean?"

His large hand stopped its aimless wandering, but I could almost feel the shape of his thumbprint.

A tingling sensation left her utterly powerless; he was practically a product perfectly designed to counter her. Everything was set to the absolute limit of self-control. A single word or gesture could stir up a storm of emotions within her.

Tsukino Gen smiled mischievously, "Look at the state you were in when I massaged your legs before?"

"You... you're talking nonsense!"

How did he know?
He's already found out?

Why didn't he say it before, but waited until now? Was he waiting for this moment? Waiting to walk right into his trap and have all his shame stripped away?

She felt wronged and wanted to cry, especially in her current precarious state.

The feeling of impending collapse was like standing on the edge of a cliff; she hadn't expected it to happen so easily. Perhaps it was because she had never had any experience with this before?

It's because this person is Tsukino Gen.
She knew nothing, and didn't want to know anything anymore. The boy used the simplest kisses and physical touches to gradually break her down.

At that moment, Gen Tsukino cupped her cheek with his other hand, while abandoning the abundant fruit with his other hand.

Her waist was slender and her proportions were extremely well-balanced.

You can clearly feel the smoothness of your skin, and the exquisite touch of a work of art.

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It was as if no one had ever passed through this land; it wasn't barren, but it was perpetually dry.

Even today, the colors of the setting sun bathe the snow-covered plains. There are no dark clouds, yet rain falls.

Gen Tsukino was somewhat surprised.

But the girl was already lying on his chest in shame, trembling, her long hair quivering slightly.

"You're already crying? That seems too much for you."

Kiyono Mizuki wasn't really going to cry; she looked away with a pitiful expression.

"I...I'm a patient, so..."

Gen Tsukino couldn't help but laugh. "Don't worry, I didn't mean to make fun of you. Actually, I think it's quite cute."

"Isn't it cute?"

Isn't that incredibly embarrassing?

Just like how it's considered an unspeakable problem for a guy if he can only last a few seconds, wouldn't you say that's a problem for me?
Thinking of this, she looked at him with a little worry.

"Do you want to try again? I was just not feeling well earlier, really!"

"You're still not in good shape, so let's just give up. If this continues, there's really no way to manage it. I'm human too, and there are times when I can't control myself."

Looking at the boy's downcast eyes, she felt an indescribable flutter in her heart and excitement.

Especially his prominent Adam's apple. She couldn't help but lift her face and gently press it against his neck.

"There's no need to control it specially, is there?"

"The key is that your legs can't move, which will make a lot of the experience less enjoyable."

Qingye Mizue:? ? ?
Huh? What the hell?! I've already gone this far, and you're telling me I can't move my legs so I didn't mean that?
Sorry, I really didn't let you have enough fun, you jerk!
The girl was about to have a fit.

But Tsukino Gen had already let go of her hand, moved away from her face, and put his arm around her shoulder.

It allows the girl's long hair to spread out over his entire arm, and it also allows her to sleep comfortably in his arms.

The closest distance, the warmest little nest.

"I just want to tell you that even without sex, I'd still be happy to be with you like this."

"Lying in bed together, embracing each other, and having a dream."

The boy's voice was steady and strong, like a lullaby.

She unconsciously let go of all her stubbornness and dissatisfaction, pressed herself against his chest, and spoke to his chest as if she were speaking specifically to his heart.

"People change. Many people make vows of eternal love at the beginning, not to deceive each other, but simply because they believe they can keep them. In the end, if they break their vows, they simply can't keep them."

Gen Tsukino nodded and gently rested his chin on her head.

He closed his eyes and began to relax his body.

"Yes, I know. I can't guarantee that I will always be the same, that I will remember my original intentions, and that I will always be the person you trust the most. But don't be afraid, even without me, you deserve someone to treat you well. This world will be willing to show you its gentle side."

"I do not want."

The girl suddenly looked up.

Her eyes were exceptionally focused in the darkness.

She repeated that sentence, word by word.

"I do not want"

"If it's not yours, then it belongs to someone else."

"I do not want."

Gen Tsukino laughed and lowered his head.

He kissed her black hair.

"good night."

"Good night."

She lowered her head again and buried it in his chest.