I practiced as a monk alone in Japan.

Chapter 95 Her Secret (Third Update~)

"Miss Mochizuki, as per your request, all other appearances for tonight have been cancelled."

In the VIP lounge of the movie theater, a respectful assistant spoke in a low voice to the woman in front of him who was looking at her phone.

The woman in the mirror possessed a stunning beauty that would be unforgettable for the entire nation of Japan, with highly distinctive features that were not the product of artificial technology. Although her assistant initially didn't believe that such a beautiful and naturally beautiful woman existed in the world, after spending time with her, she had to admit that there was truly no trace of technology involved.

"Hmm. How much is left this month?"

Her voice is detached, possessing an aura that seems naturally distant from the world, even belonging to a different realm. Therefore, the industry praises her most for her delivery of lines. Her unique enunciation and voice are truly a gift from heaven. However, it seems she has no interest in singing.

"Uh, there are probably more than thirty other announcements, big and small, including fan meetings, endorsements, and advertisements."

The assistant answered very carefully.

The woman's expression in the mirror didn't seem to change much. She simply said, "It's almost the end of the month, and there's still so much left. Please turn down the unimportant ones for me, especially endorsements and advertisements. I don't need that many."

"Okay, I'll talk to the company about it."

The assistant hesitated to answer, because regardless of the circumstances, artists are the company's products. To put it bluntly, the company cultivates stars not to contribute to the entertainment industry, but simply to make money off them. She couldn't just push them away like that.

However, given this woman's current fame and status, the reduction could probably be around half.

Mochizuki Miki put down her phone and looked at herself in the mirror. Her beautiful, almost unreal face, and the beauty mark under her eye, all confirmed that it was her.

However, I've been really tired lately, and my physical condition is worse than I thought.

She thought for a moment, then picked up her bag.

"I'm going to use the bathroom."

"Would you like me to come with you?" the assistant asked cautiously.

After all, she's a female celebrity with such national recognition, so all her schedules should be handled with extra care.

But the woman in the white pencil skirt and red-soled high heels just shook her head.

"No need, I just need to use the restroom."

There was a restroom in the VIP lounge, so there seemed to be no major concerns. Because of her arrival, the cinema had top-notch security today, and her assistant knew a thing or two about her personality. She wasn't exactly arrogant, but she didn't like being surrounded by too many people running around for her. She wouldn't deliberately bother others with things she could do herself, making her a very easy-going celebrity.

Mochizuki Miki went to the restroom in the VIP screening room. She wasn't really thinking too much about it, and she didn't care much about today's schedule. To her, it was just one ordinary and boring segment after another.

The initial excitement of being a star in the public eye seemed to have long since faded. She didn't have a strong ambition to become even more dazzling; that would be exhausting. Besides, some things had happened recently.
The woman sitting on the toilet suddenly saw her phone light up.

【Autumn Leaves】.

She frowned, a hint of unease creeping over her at the sight of this contact. But she answered the phone anyway.

"Hey."

"."

"Yes, I know. So what do you want me to do? He is my brother, that's true, but that doesn't mean I have to take on everything for him. Do you think it's appropriate for my current status to be involved in those things?"

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The sounds could still be heard coming from inside.

Mochizuki Miki's eyes seemed to be showing some impatience.

“If you have ambition, then go for it yourself, but don’t expect me to back you up. If you’re scared, then give it all up, and I’ll take care of you in the future. After all, I’m your aunt.”

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She didn't care about the black lace dress that had slipped down to her knees. Until she heard sobbing coming from her phone.

Her impatient brows softened slightly, and she sighed silently.

"Don't cry. He's not dead yet. Maybe I can help you with something, but don't get your hopes up too high. That's all."

Mochizuki Miki hung up the phone.

She had actually finished using the toilet long ago, but she hesitated to pull up the black lace dress. She just sat on the toilet, her eyes somewhat dazed.

It seemed that the fatigue accumulated over the past few days, combined with this phone call, made her feel that her blood sugar was a little low and her head was a little dizzy.

But soon, she sensed that something was wrong.

Her breathing became rapid, her head began to feel hot, and even her hand holding the phone started to tremble. This wasn't just simple low blood sugar!
Oh no, I'm having another attack.

"medicine"

She tried to reach into her pocket to take out the medicine she always carried with her, but found that she hadn't brought the medicine with her after changing her clothes; it was in her bag!
Oops.

She panicked and immediately got up to go back and get her medicine.

But the moment I stood up, a sudden wave of dizziness and weakness surged over me like a tsunami.

"thump!"

She fell heavily to the ground, not caring whether her head hit the wall or the toilet, or whether the floor where she landed was clean. She was too preoccupied to notice any of that. In a short time, she had fallen into a very serious condition.

The body was trembling and even convulsing, and the rapid breathing was out of control, as if the person would suffocate at any moment.

Her vision was blurry, and she couldn't even control the muscles in her throat to make a sound. She futilely raised her trembling arm, feeling her consciousness fading.

She even felt that she might become one of the most disgraceful celebrities to die.

So, he died in the movie theater bathroom, without any clear explanation? Because of that damned disease.
"Help."

The faintest sound, a plea that even the gods couldn't hear. She had almost given up all hope.

But at the moment when consciousness was about to fade and the pupils were dilated.

She felt a gust of wind blowing in her face. Had the door in front of her been opened?

"what happened to you?"

An unfamiliar voice reached her ears, indistinct and unclear. But Mochizuki Miki couldn't tell if it was someone she knew, or even if it was a man or a woman. Her mind seemed incapable of normal thought; it was completely consumed by the most primal, basic instinct for survival.

Unable to hold onto the other person, she could only keep moving her lips, trying to make a sound for help.

"Don't be afraid. Try to regulate your breathing, I'll help you."

I don't know who the other person is.

I don't know why the other party happened to appear at this time.

But the sound seemed to possess a magical power, and Mochizuki Miki tried to calm herself and regulate her breathing, something she hadn't been able to do during her previous episodes. Previously, she could only alleviate the symptoms through medication and timely medical attention.

But after hearing this unfamiliar voice, she felt as if a cool sensation was seeping into her body, passing through her skin and circulating within her.

Help her catch her breath and control her trembling hands and feet.

This cool breeze is magical, like finally being able to take a shower after being drenched in sweat on a sweltering summer day, then enjoy the cool air conditioning and an ice cream.
ice cream?
Actually, iced watermelon is also good.

Especially when you cut a watermelon in half and use a spoon to scoop out the very center piece.
and many more.

What watermelon ice cream? What am I thinking?
Wait!

When Mochizuki Miki realized that her consciousness was gradually returning and she could no longer feel the trembling and incontinence, she began to sense other things.

A warm body, a shoulder to hug.

This body is warm and hot, yet it doesn't make you feel stuffy or uncomfortable. It's like holding a piece of warm jade that won't make you sweat.

This appears to be a man's body.

As an actress, she naturally has to have some physical contact with men. However, she takes good precautions in those situations and doesn't accept any passionate or provocative scenes. Even kissing scenes are done with a body double or simulated by camera angles. Therefore, she should be quite unfamiliar with and avoid male embraces.

But the problem was, she found that while the other person's embrace was fine, the real issue was that she was now tightly hugging the other person's body with both arms.

Even her legs seemed unable to resist wrapping around the other person's waist!

What a weird position! It looks like a shameless, lewd harlot is begging for sex!
"you!"

Her instinctive reaction made her loosen her grip on that warm, comforting embrace.

The other person didn't seem to insist and easily let go of him.

Mochizuki Miki didn't know what was going on. She felt like her condition had suddenly improved, as if her previous attack had never happened.

But as she looked down, she remembered her current attire: her high heels scattered on the floor, her black lace top reaching her ankles, and the fact that she wasn't wearing safety shorts—she was practically...
Her instinctive reserve and inexplicable panic made her immediately raise her head to look at the other person.

But then she saw an excessively young face; a man shouldn't be in the women's restroom. And she shouldn't have been helped by a man who barged into the women's restroom either.

Especially with such a handsome and beautiful face
She was somewhat at a loss, and a blush inexplicably spread across her cheeks, unsure whether it was shame or embarrassment.

But the other party took the initiative to speak.

"Although you're fine for now, it's still best to go to the hospital to get checked out. You might not be so lucky next time."

She wanted to say that she had been to the hospital, but almost all the doctors were helpless and just told her that it was a root problem from her family's genes and that it was not so easy to deal with.

It seems there's no way to talk about these things right now, since my current situation is quite embarrassing.

Not only were the clothes disheveled, but there was also a mess of liquid all over the floor.
With her hair disheveled, Mochizuki Miki glanced at the boy, trying to remain calm.

"Thank you for your help. You can leave me your contact information; I will appreciate it."

This was her immediate and swift judgment.

Given her own embarrassing situation, it's impossible for Mochizuki Miki to turn around and blame the other party, or frame them to prevent them from revealing it. She simply couldn't do something like that.

But she absolutely could not allow this secret she had kept hidden for so long to be leaked.

We can only hope that he won't make unreasonable demands or take this opportunity to impose excessive requirements.

But the boy in front of him just shook his head.

"No need. It's just a small thing, nothing to thank me for. I don't know who you are either, so let's just pretend we've never met."

Finish this sentence.

The boy turned around, and just as Mochizuki Miki was still in a daze, her world-weary face looking somewhat silly, he stopped.

"By the way, if you don't want to go out and attract attention, you'd better call a friend and ask them to bring you some clothes."

"Crench."

The boy left just like that, cleanly and decisively.

Mochizuki Miki stared blankly at the doorway, then at herself.

It's so embarrassing.
She knew she had lost control of her bladder, but it was an embarrassing situation caused by her illness, and she couldn't control it at all.

But it was so embarrassing to be reminded of these things by a boy who looked so much younger than me.

and many more.

It seems I've overlooked the most important issue.

How did I recover on my own? And why did he barge into the bathroom and find me? My cries for help were so weak; no one should have heard them.
Did he deliberately tell himself that he didn't know him?
How could that be? This isn't an ordinary restroom; it's the restroom in the VIP screening room. This VIP screening room is only showing her movie tonight, which means there's no way he wouldn't recognize her.

Was he saying this to avoid embarrassing himself? Or to show that he wouldn't tell anyone about it?

Such unexpected thoughtfulness.

Her cold and world-weary face gradually softened, and then the faint blush became more pronounced and intense.

Who exactly is he?

……

(End of this chapter)