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Chapter 87 Sugar Daddy or Freebie? (Third update, please vote~)

"Get up and eat."

".Ugh."

In her baby-like sleep, she let out soft, indulgent moans, like a kitten. But the girl was unaware of her own state.

She tilted her head slightly, her eyes half-open.

They seemed to have completely forgotten that this was their own home where they lived alone, and that they were disabled and had difficulty walking.

It seems like I shouldn't feel comfortable letting someone like this into my home, gently calling me to wake up in the soft morning sunlight.

until.

The breathing at the tip of his nose became heavier and heavier, as if he were about to suffocate.

She slightly opened her eyes in dissatisfaction and slapped the hand that was pinching the tip of her nose.

"What are you doing?"

She mumbled incoherently.

Through the blurry vision, I saw a face with distinct features and clear eyes.

His voice reached his ears more clearly.

"Get out of bed or I'll take your butt off and spank you."

"What kind of pants have a butt? Huh?!"

Suddenly sensing something was wrong, Kiyono Mizuki snapped back to reality, staring wide-eyed at the boy in front of her.

She also subconsciously looked down at her blanket.

Although the blanket was thin for the weather, it was clearly a good cover-up, completely wrapping her up with no vital parts showing, only her fair shoulders and translucent skin reflecting the morning light.

Then she heard Tsukino Gen's laughing voice, "You've already touched it, why are you still burying your head in the sand?"

"What nonsense are you spouting! Why didn't you greet me when you came in again?"

Enraged, the girl struggled to sit up and tried to change the subject.

Seriously. You touched her and that's fine, but why are you spreading it around everywhere!

Gen Tsukino was quite used to this. Unlike Rin Asagiri, she didn't like to breathe on her skin, and she was even more 'unruly' than Sakura Kazama. However, it was precisely because of these characteristics that she possessed her own unique charm.

"I knocked, but you didn't hear me. I have to go to class too; I can't just wait for you to wake up, can I?"

His tone was no longer confrontational, which made Kiyono Mizuki feel that she might have gone a bit too far.

After all, who has the patience to take care of a disabled person? He even made breakfast for me. While his words might seem offensive, he never did anything I didn't want to do.
"Have you been waiting long?"

She muttered something, seemingly reluctantly.

Gen Tsukino smiled, stood up from the edge of the bed, and then bent down to pinch her soft cheeks.

"It's alright. Go wash up, it's time to eat."

After saying that, he walked out of the room.

Kiyono Mizuki blushed slightly as she looked at the morning light outside the window. A little sparrow landed on the windowsill and chirped incomprehensibly.

She hummed softly.

"Getting up early isn't something to be proud of~"

By the time Kiyono Mizuki finished dealing with everything, Tsukino Gen had been waiting at the dinner table for quite some time.

He looked at the young girl, who looked even more radiant now that she had put aside her worries, and asked, "You couldn't wake her up even after all this time. Did you go to bed very late last night?"

Kiyono Mizuki, holding a spoon, replied softly, "I stayed up a little late writing last night."

"Oh, by the way, I haven't asked you how your novel is doing lately."

It seemed he was thinking about the girl's recent 'career'.

Mentioning this, Kiyono Mizuki couldn't help but proudly raise her head, "Not bad, at least it proves that there are still some discerning people in the market."

"Wow, quite the boast. Did you brush your teeth?"

"You're the one with bad breath! It'll stink you to death, hah~~"

Kiyono Mizuki pretended to breathe heavily towards Tsukino Gen, but the distance wasn't close enough to smell anything at all. Of course, this doesn't mean Tsukino Gen was a pervert who would actually go and smell something like that.

"It's good that you wrote it well, but you should also pay attention to the timing. Sleep and rest are also very important for your recovery."

The boy offered a reminder.

Kiyono Mizuki knew he cared about her; every time he said something like that, it felt like a boost of energy was being pumped into her from the inside out. She could feel that gentle warmth emanating from within.

Of course, you shouldn't let the other person get too smug.

"Why do you talk like my dad? So old-fashioned."

"I have no objection if you want to acknowledge me as your father, and I'm even willing to suffer some losses." The boy didn't care about this at all, nor did he care about titles or seniority.

"Screw you!"

The girl, her cheeks slightly flushed, glared at him.

After eating a few bites, Kiyono Mizuki seemed to remember something and said, pretending to be nonchalant.

"You don't need to prepare so much for me every morning, I can't finish it all. And you don't need to wait for me, I'll eat by myself when I wake up, or I can order takeout."

Actually, the takeout I ordered was mostly fast food, and I feel a little guilty about it when I talk about it.

Gen Tsukino didn't expose this, but calmly said after taking a sip of the soup.

"As a chef, the most enjoyable moment is seeing guests savoring the food I've prepared with genuine satisfaction and showing a truly happy expression. So of course I'll wake you up to eat; you don't need to worry about anything else."

Hmph, so stubborn.

You just won't admit that you like taking care of me.

Beneath the seemingly calm surface of the table, she inexplicably wanted to swing her legs wildly, but unfortunately, she could only move her toes for the time being.

"You've become a cook now, and you've stopped studying?"

"Summer vacation is coming up, and it seems like I could find a summer job as a chef."

"Huh? You really want to be a chef?"

Indeed, it's already July, and summer vacation will be here soon.

This boy seems to have no worries or troubles, and can even solve many unimaginable problems. However, we cannot ignore the fact that he also needs money, and is an orphan with no family background.

If he had to work a summer job and take care of himself, Kiyono Mizuki felt really bad about it.

It's just a pity that my book is still in its new release period and I can't immediately monetize it to help this boy.

"Just kidding. Why would I go to work?"

Gen Tsukino winked and made faces.

But this time, Kiyono Mizuki didn't laugh. She thought for a moment, poked at the food in her bowl with her chopsticks, and then looked up at the other person.

"The book I'm currently writing is doing well so far; it should be able to make some money. Maybe in about a month..."

"Are you going to turn around and support me? Have I finally waited for this day?"

"Well, being kept by a sugar daddy is a bit much."

"Then why are you bringing this up?"

Seeing the boy's disdainful expression, Kiyono Mizuki almost blushed on the spot.

You're ungrateful for my kindness!

So, just because they have a little chance of making money, they want to turn around and support you? What kind of bourgeois exploitation is this!
"When I have money, the first thing I'll do is have someone sew your mouth shut!" Kiyono Mizuki said viciously.

Gen Tsukino couldn't help but laugh out loud. He leaned closer to the girl's face in the morning sunlight and winked.

"How can I kiss you if it's sewn up?"

"."

Foul! Foul!

Kiyono Mizuki's mind immediately went into alarm mode, filled with the sounds of chaos and turmoil.

Wearing his referee's uniform, he held up the red card high.

But there was no way to send the boy off the field.

Her flushed cheeks betrayed her true feelings in an instant, and all she could do was argue in vain.

"Who wanted your kiss!"

"Oh, I see," the boy said regretfully. "I was planning to ask you for a good morning kiss, but never mind."

He shook his head, looking inexplicably disappointed.

I knew perfectly well that this bastard was just putting on an act and was up to no good.

But it seems that I'm gradually being influenced and becoming more and more susceptible to this kind of thing.

She blushed and reluctantly tilted her head back. "A good morning kiss is fine. If you ask me, it's not impossible."

Judging from this boy's personality, it would probably be something like: "I'll beg you? Dream on."

Or, to put it another way: "You still have demands? Then I don't want it anymore," or other infuriating statements.

However, she clearly underestimated the extent of the boy's shamelessness and his extremely low moral standards.

"Crench."

The chair made a jarring sound, and Kiyono Mitsuki watched as Tsukino Gen pushed the chair aside, came to her, and bent down, bringing his handsome, clean face close to hers.

"Please, Kiyono-neechan."

Bad stuff!
dirty stuff!
At this point, you should call her "older sister"!

Red card! Red card!
Her eyes were almost filled with tears, and her already rosy cheeks looked as if they could drip blood.

But she couldn't let Chenguang down, nor could she let down this big boy who, despite his mean words, always had her best interests at heart.

So she closed her eyes and brought her cheek closer. The moment his warm, moist lips touched the boy's delicate face, her lips felt a tingling sensation, as if a slight electric current had passed through them.

It doesn't frighten people; instead, it's somewhat addictive and desirable.

She instinctively broke up with him immediately, and then immediately regretted why they had separated so quickly.

However, the boy, who seemed to know when to stop, didn't notice the fleeting regret in her eyes, and simply smiled and said, "Good girl."

"roll!"

After finishing his meal, Tsukino Gen tidied up before leaving the apartment.

Early in the morning, he saw Miura Akihiko sitting obediently in his seat with his hand still wrapped in gauze. He looked around and saw Tsukino Gen arrive as usual, and his eyes immediately lit up.

Gen Tsukino remained seated as if nothing had happened yesterday.

Miura Akihiko didn't share that mindset. He excitedly approached Tsukino Gen and said, "Those guys from Takashiro... transferred schools."

"is it?"

Gen Tsukino seemed nonchalant, prompting Akihiko Miura to look at him suspiciously. "Why does it feel like you knew beforehand?"

"I don't know, I just heard you say it."

"Then why don't you seem surprised at all?"

"What's so surprising? It's not like he's dead."

Originally, the sentence was meant to be humorous, but for some reason, when Miura Akihiko thought of the scene of Tsukino Genna's attack yesterday, and how Takashiro, Kimura, and Hirano, who were used to acting arrogantly, were no different from ants in front of him, he felt a strange chill run down his spine.

"Don't make it sound so scary. It's not like you'll die, is it?"

Gen Tsukino smiled. "They've done quite a lot of bad things at this age. If they're not restrained and disciplined, who knows what they might do in the future? Do you think everyone is as kind-hearted as you?"

"I'm not exactly kind either. To be honest, when I saw him being brought to my house by his father to kowtow and apologize, I actually felt a little satisfied."

"It's all about feeling good. If the suffering you've endured can't be transformed into a cathartic release, and you can only silently swallow it and convince yourself to get used to it, then that would be such a pity."

But this is the norm in this world. Most people have no way to retaliate against the suffering they have endured; they can only run away, hide, comfort themselves, and gradually become numb.

"What you said makes sense, but thank you so much. Without you, I might never have been able to face this."

Miura Akihiko said in a low voice.

Gen Tsukino shook his head. "Don't underestimate your potential. Even a cornered dog will jump over the wall."

"I might panic. Wait, I'm not a dog!"

"Ha ha ha ha."

"..." Miura Akihiko glared at Tsukino Gen in annoyance and then said, "By the way, my dad said he'd like to invite you to dinner sometime. Let's see when you're free."

"There might not be any recently, let's see."

"Oh"

This means it's a long way off. Compared to Miura Akihiko's father, Tsukino Gen would rather deal with a boy like Miura Akihiko.

"However, if it's your sister who's studying abroad who wants to meet me, I might consider it. Do you have a photo?"

"You don't want to be my brother-in-law, you bastard!"

"Ha ha ha ha."

As for why this matter helped Miura Akihiko, it wasn't entirely out of a sense of justice, but perhaps also for the sake of their friendship. Last night, Tsukino Gen discovered that after dealing with Takashiro and his group, the spiritual energy he absorbed had also improved, no less than the effect that Yamazaki Jihei had given him before.

If this energy is considered a crime, does that mean they are no less evil than Yamazaki Jihei? It seems that we can't completely judge them that way. After all, humans are very complex animals, and who can predict what will happen in the future?
After all, for bad people to turn good, all they need to do is lay down their weapons; for them, the price of becoming kind is too small.

He attended classes as usual, pretending to flip through the textbook he already knew by heart, and Tsukino Gen had no intention of showing off in the upcoming final exams.

However, some people should pay more attention.

"Why are these numbers so strange? I'm starting to forget how to do addition, subtraction, multiplication, and division!"

Kazama Sakura, who was practically slumped over her desk in the study room, was on the verge of a breakdown as her final exams approached.

Even if the person who taught her was Tsukino Gen.

"As long as you make progress, that's fine. Nobody's forcing you to achieve great results, so why are you in such a rush?"

The boy chuckled and opened a bottle of water for her.

The girl, scratching her hair, looked at the boy with pleading eyes. "But I don't want to let you down."

"Actually, if you give money, then you've let them down."

"Money?" Kazama Sakura stretched her long legs under the table, blinking her watery eyes pitifully. "Why don't you marry me? It'll all be yours."

Gen Tsukino's eyes widened immediately.

"What! You want to get something for free by learning from me? Shameless."

Kazama Sakura: ? ? ?

……

(End of this chapter)