The Gemini Princess wants me to confess my feelings!

Chapter 100 Discipline

The phrase "a newborn calf is not afraid of a tiger" perfectly describes Mori Kiyoha's current state.

Kirihara Akatsuki said speechlessly, "Are you sure?"

"OK, let's go."

Kirihara Akira immediately became ruthless, following the trajectory of Mori Kiyoha's punch, reaching inward and grabbing Mori Kiyoha's upper arm.

His original idea was simple: to demonstrate his grappling skills, using her arm as a fulcrum to throw her outwards and then slam her to the ground.

But whether it was because he was tired from practicing for a long time, or because he was a little careless, when he threw her out, Kirihara Akira did not notice the foot that Mori Kiyoha was hooking onto his inner thigh, or rather, he noticed it but did not pay much attention to it.

With his legs tripping, he used this momentum to throw the second young lady and himself to the ground.

In the rush, Kirihara Akira only had time to assume a basic defensive stance before collapsing.

The two fell onto the grass in the courtyard.

To be honest, it's a teaching method for ground control, but it doesn't look very respectable.

Kirihara Akira pressed down on Mori Kiyoha, her palms resting under Mori Kiyoha's small head, the skull hitting her painfully.

Then Kirihara Akira's other hand, the one that was originally holding Mori Kiyoha's arm, slid deeper into her smooth skin.

When Kirihara Akira felt the touch in her hand, she knew it was too late.

He suddenly realized that this childhood sweetheart was actually already an outstanding woman.

It is not something to be admired from afar, but rather something understated yet undeniable; it is a volcano hidden beneath a cold exterior, a ball of fiery heat.

This guy isn't wearing any clothes?

No, that's just an illusion caused by friction on the edge; she still has the most basic reserve of a girl.

Kirihara Akira said nothing, dared not say anything, and quickly withdrew her hand.

He tried to stand up, but Mori Kiyoha's foot was still caught on his heel, and her head was pressing down on him, preventing him from freeing his hands.

He was thus "forced" to look her in the eye.

Mori Kiyoha felt her face must be completely red.

Kirihara Akira was unaware of her inner thoughts, but she did indeed see a mochi filled with strawberry filling.

"Get up now," Mori Kiyoha said fiercely.

Kirihara Akira exerted some force, but Mori Kiyoha showed no intention of moving her foot away.

"Miss Kiyoha," Kirihara Akira called out to her.

"Shut up." Mori Kiyoha belatedly moved her foot away, and just as she was about to let him get up, an incredulous exclamation rang out from the other side.

"What are you doing? This is outrageous!"

Kirihara Akatsuki quickly stood up and looked at the old maid Shimizu who had spoken.

Normally, he wouldn't even bother with this arrogant old woman, but today he felt a little guilty and actually added, "Teaching accidents are very common."

The old maid, her face flushed with anger, said, "You're becoming more and more ill-mannered!"

This is a classic case of taking advantage of someone's kindness. Kirihara Akira frowned, but before she could speak, Mori Kiyoha stood up behind her and said, "You still like to teach me rules so much, but I really want to see what methods you will use to teach me a lesson when I break the rules."

This statement has been incredibly effective over the past decade or so. The distinction between master and servant always hits Shimizu's sore spot precisely, reminding her that she is not the mother of Mori Kiyoha, this rebellious girl.

However, even clear water can improve, and struggles always give rise to human wisdom.

The old maid said, "There's nothing I can do, Miss. As is customary, I would report this to your mother and have her teach you a lesson."

"Then go ahead," Mori Kiyoha said with a cold laugh.

"But I won't do that now," Shimizu said calmly. "You've grown up, and I'm not qualified to be your mother anymore, but I really want you to know that I want this family to be free of arguments and to feel more like a family."

"Do you think I want to argue with you?" Mori Kiyoha laughed dismissively.

"You've come of age, but that doesn't mean the age gap between us has been erased," Shimizu said. "The difference in the quantity of our knowledge is enormous, and that's a fact that can't be ignored."

I've seen bad people, and I just hope you know how to protect yourself and keep your distance from them.

"Are you saying he's a bad person?" Mori Kiyoha said.

"Yes." Shimizu said bluntly, "Or rather, in my eyes, everyone outside this family is a hidden villain, someone who could be detrimental to you. I'm not just targeting him."

Mori Kiyoha chuckled coldly twice and said, "So you mean that all these years of living, all those decades of survival wisdom, have taught you to have the paranoia of assuming everyone is evil?"

Shimizu closed his eyes, remained silent for a moment, and then said, "Yes."

"So this is what I learned from you." Mori Kiyoha pointed at her, as if stabbing her in the heart: "Obsessiveness, arrogance, irrationality—all yours. Are you satisfied now?"

Shimizu's face turned very pale.

Mori Kiyoha then turned to Kirihara Akira, angrily saying, "And you, can't you have a temper? She's practically riding on your head!"

Kirihara Akira patted her shoulder to comfort her.

Mori Kiyoha shook off his hand, about to lash out, but then bit her lip and grabbed his hand back as a comforting response.

She said, "Come out with me later."

Mori Kiyoha turned and left, leaving Kirihara Akira and the old maid staring at each other.

Shimizu looked somewhat tired and said, as if to herself, "You certainly have the right to be angry."

Kirihara Akatsuki paused for two seconds before saying, "Are you talking to me?"

Shimizu did not reply.

Kirihara Akira smiled and said, "I've seen too many malicious people. Compared to them, the prejudice of the superior is actually the milder one."

"Heh." Shimizu chuckled sarcastically.

"If I retaliate against every act of malice that doesn't yet pose a real problem, I'll end up with trouble every day," Kirihara Akira said. "Besides, you're just a pitiful person."

"A pitiful person? Me?" Shimizu said maturely, "You are also arrogant, young master."

"You mean you're two cycles older than me, so you've seen a lot more?" Kirihara Akira said. "Perhaps your wisdom is a perfectly valid axiom in your world because it's based on your experience."

But you've forgotten, you and the Second Miss are from completely different worlds.

"So you don't know how to talk to her as an equal at all. You can only discipline, fail, get angry, and then feel sorry for yourself day after day. This self-pity will only intensify your discipline of her."

Kirihara Akatsuki sighed and said, "But what can I say to you? Your life has been one of serving others. You've always been used to accepting rules set by others. Now that things have come to this, how can you accept any other rules?"

Kirihara Akira paused for a moment, then said with the ruthlessness of a doctor delivering a death sentence: "There's no chance of change. You still have me."

Shimizu was silent for a moment, then said, "You have a really sharp tongue."

"You're the same," Kirihara Akatsuki said. "But some people are different."

Shimizu said, "You mean the second young lady?"

"And the young lady," Kirihara Akatsuki said, "They have a long life ahead of them, long enough for them to accept changes, so let them go. Neither your ideas nor Madam's should confine them."