I practiced as a monk alone in Japan.

Chapter 88 An Honest Man!

The afternoon sun lingered, and at this time of year that could already be described as sweltering, everything seemed to be making people restless and eager to get out of control.

Just like adolescence in life, every summer represents impulse and desire.

Some seemingly ordinary things seem to become tempting, while some inherently special things begin to make people impatient.

Take, for example, the boy in front of me who is earnestly tutoring me.

Kazama Sakura really enjoyed watching Tsukino Gen's earnest teaching style. It was as if she were truly his student, controlled and disciplined by him. Especially that somewhat cold and serious expression.

A gentle and kind smile is usually more comforting, but the contrasting harshness can evoke an urge to destroy it all.

It's like a blasphemous desire to drag an inviolable god down to the mortal realm.

His sculpted jawline, the Adam's apple that glides as he speaks, and the veins on his neck that are faintly visible—it's like a teenage boy filled with curiosity and longing for a girl's body. She, too, secretly yearns to impulsively savor it.

It's so hard to endure.

Studying is so boring.

Ugh. I'm going crazy.

"You've misspelled a symbol again. What are you thinking about?"

When the boy's gentle voice rang out, it was as if the girl had just woken up from a dream.

Sakura Kazama felt her body getting hot and sweaty, so she took out a wet wipe and wiped her smooth forehead and fairly neat sideburns.

"N-nothing. Um, by the way, did you see Asagiri-kun yesterday?"

Somewhat awkwardly, the boy changed the subject, seemingly oblivious to the other's odd behavior, and calmly replied, "I saw him."

"What did you say?"

She asked softly, her large eyes and long, curled eyelashes fixed on Tsukino Gen, revealing her intense curiosity.

"It's nothing, she just seems very unhappy with my attitude towards her. Maybe she thinks I should be more respectful to her."

Is this a case of shifting the focus? Not really, it's just describing a different essence. After all, a girl like Asagiri Rin is used to others obeying and fearing her, so encountering someone like herself can indeed easily make her feel uncomfortable.

Sakura Kazama rested her hand on her cheek, her little finger lightly touching the corner of her lips. She smiled and said, "Indeed, in this school, you seem to be the only one who dares to be so disrespectful to her."

What she really wanted to say remained unspoken; in her view, it wasn't just a matter of disrespect. As a girl, her intuition about atmosphere was remarkably accurate and subtle. The atmosphere between Tsukino Gen and Asagiri Rin wasn't like the typical interaction between classmates; it felt more like there was some unspoken, unspoken tension between them. But neither of them wanted to expose that unspoken understanding.

Is it awkward or hesitant? It seems pretty much the same. It's just that it's hard for her not to care.

"Me? You don't seem to give her much face either," Tsukino Gen said casually.

Sakura Kazama immediately pouted in dissatisfaction, "You know perfectly well who I treated her that way because of."

"Really? Because of whom?"

The boy asked with a smile.

That familiar, mischievous expression... I wish I could tear his smiling lips apart right now.

Unable to resist, he stretched out his long leg from under the table, attempting to kick the other person.

But the next moment, a warm hand gripped my ankle tightly.

"woo"

Sakura Kazama's face flushed red instantly, and she looked nervously at the other person. Although it was a study room where no one else was around for the time being, there were still security cameras inside. This prevented people from doing anything outrageous with impunity.

"let go."

Feeling the warmth of the other person's palm, my body seems to automatically soften.

The blushing girl dared not look directly into the other's eyes, while the mischievous boy gently caressed her bony ankle with his fingers. The lines of her calf were very even and delicate, and even the covering of calf socks did not affect the comfortable touch at all.

Girls are works of art, masterpieces. And I'm neither a moral guardian nor a monk; it's normal for a hot-blooded young man to be impulsive.

"What? Didn't you deliver this yourself?"

Tsukino Gen asked with a playful expression.

He practically placed the other person's feet on his thighs, only without taking off their shoes.

"It will be seen."

Her face flushed, her eyes brimming with tears, she glanced in the direction of the study room's security camera. But the boy in front of her spoke softly.

"You can't see it under the table."

What does he mean by that? Is it because he can't see it, so he's going to do something even worse?

What outrageous things could one do with their own legs? While Kazama Sakura may be emotionally naive, it doesn't mean she's clueless. The increasingly prevalent precocity in this country, coupled with the ever-expanding internet, constantly bombards people with all sorts of information.

About feet.

About legs.

A peculiar hobby. It seems that it can no longer be described as peculiar now.

Does he have an interest in that area too? Well, my legs are long, straight, and not bulky at all; they should be able to provide for him... What am I thinking?!
"...But wait...hiss."

The girl tried to argue something, but he gently pressed her calves with his fingers, sending a tingling, electric-like sensation through her entire body.

She almost had to lean on the table to take a deep breath.

"What are you waiting for?"

Gen Tsukino's playful voice was another exciting element. Even though he knew how Tsukino viewed him and how he was toying with him under the table, he still couldn't resist it.

I feel like I'm a really strange girl, of course, only strange in front of him.

"I...I don't know. But it's so strange."

The feeling of unfamiliarity goes beyond the awkwardness and confusion of youth. There's a restless excitement, as if it's about to break through boundaries, stirring within my heart.

Her instinctive reserve prevented her from speaking, but it seemed she couldn't genuinely struggle or resist in his hands, leaving her only with futile pleas for mercy.

"Both obedient and stupid."

Gen Tsukino finally let go, letting the afternoon sun warm her again as her feet touched the ground. Sakura Kazama still felt an indescribable sense of emptiness, as if it were unreal, and yet unsatisfied.

She blinked her eyes, which were glistening with tears, as she looked at the boy.

"Like it?"

I don't know what my feelings were when I said that, but I just said it anyway. It's like I didn't care about being reserved or saving face at all.

Gen Tsukino was somewhat surprised, and chuckled softly. "What do you like?"

The girl sat up slightly, her face flushed, and hugged her full chest.

"Um... I'm wearing calf socks. Or do you prefer over-the-knee socks?"

hiss.

Where did you learn all of this?
Is this what adolescence is like? The evolution brought about by learning ability is changing every day. This is going to be very dangerous, Kazama-kun.

The boy in front of her suddenly leaned forward, and for a moment the girl forgot to step back. Caught off guard, they stared at each other in the bright sunlight. The slightly open window let the wind outside blow the curtains, spreading out like waves.

Her eyes widened, and she held her breath.

I saw Tsukino Gen's deep eyes.

"I like it even if you're not wearing anything. But are you prepared for playing with fire?"

Playing with fire?

It seems that only now has Kazama Sakura realized what she was doing. It's as if she trusted him too much, unconsciously overstepping boundaries and even her speech became...
She instinctively wanted to back down.

"I"

But her backward movement was quickly stopped as Tsukino Gen's hand gently cupped her cheek. He felt the softness of her face with his warm palm; the temperature and angle were so perfectly matched.

She naturally raised her head, as if waiting for him to do something excessive.

But to everyone's surprise, the boy spoke up.

"If your grades improve by ten places in this final exam, I'll give you a reward."

"???"

When his hand left, Sakura Kazama, whose cheeks were still warm from the touch, stared wide-eyed.

award?

What reward?
I didn't ask for anything. Could it be... wait, that's not right. This role doesn't make sense, does it? In comics and novels, shouldn't girls offer rewards to boys? How did it become hers?

That's incredibly arrogant!

"What reward?"

She asked instinctively.

Gen Tsukino had already stood up and was putting away the textbooks on the table.

"Of course I can't tell you now, but of course, it's okay if you don't want to."

Sakura Kazama also stood up, her calves still feeling a slight tingling numbness, making her posture a little awkward. Standing beside the boy, she turned her head slightly, her long hair swaying gently with her movement.

"Of course not, I want anything you give me."

"So greedy?"

"Hmph, I never said I was a content person. If you're not satisfied with the reward..."

She narrowed her eyes, a rare slyness in them.

Gen Tsukino couldn't help but laugh and ask, "What if you're not satisfied?"

With a slightly flushed face, she leaned forward tentatively, "Then I'll take what I want myself."

Wow, that's interesting.

I love girls who are self-reliant like that.

Seeing that Tsukino Gen remained silent, Kazama Sakura curled her lips smugly.

"Are you scared?"

"Yeah, a little bit."

The boy answered with a smile.

Kazama Sakura blinked, then suddenly ran up to Tsukino Gen, proudly raised her head, and put one hand on her hip.

Her beautiful figure and temperament blended seamlessly; she was youthful and charming, yet possessed a natural pride. She was like an irresistible sprite, sometimes gentle, sometimes seemingly ready to leap off the page.

Gen Tsukino didn't want to interfere. After all, no matter what it is or what kind of special person it is, once it's locked in a cage and forced to develop according to your wishes, it becomes quite boring.

She raised her chin slightly and said to herself.

"So you'd better be careful, or you might not be able to catch me~"

After saying that, the girl quickly turned around, her steps light and graceful, like a butterfly fluttering among flowers, and jogged towards the classroom.

Gen Tsukino, who was standing still, couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Is this a movie shoot?

What type of male protagonist is that guy?

Shaking his head, he prepared to walk slowly towards the classroom.

A slightly familiar voice suddenly came from the stairwell not far away.

"Hey, Tsukino-kun?"

Turning my head, I saw Saionji Karen's gentle and beautiful smiling face.

The sunlight outside the corridor fell on her slender figure, as she held a large cardboard box in her arms.

“Saionji-senpai”.

Tsukino Gen stopped and looked at her, while Saionji Karen walked up to the boy with some difficulty, her smile full of warmth and approachability.

"As a gentleman and the most handsome boy in school, could you do me a favor?"

Gen Tsukino reached out and took the rather heavy box from her arms, nodding in agreement.

"Although I don't like trouble, I won't refuse a request from an honest person."

"Hahaha, so cute, Tsukino-kun."

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(End of this chapter)