I, the spiritual mentor of beautiful girls from all over the world

"You are the first light I lit in my world."

Lynn lowered his head and placed an incredibly gentle yet incredibly heavy kiss on that smooth forehead.

That wasn't an answer, but a declaration.

“So, stop saying you’ll give me away to someone else.” He pressed his forehead against hers, speaking softly but firmly.

"You only need to remember one thing."

His gaze seemed to pierce through the tears of that moment, and see that afternoon when the whole world had abandoned us, and the rain was pouring down.

"You don't belong to me just because of today."

He delivered his final verdict with absolute words that ended all doubt.

"But from that rainy day onwards, you have been mine!"

This domineering and unreasonable declaration, like a ray of primordial light, instantly illuminated the inner world of Qiong, a world filled only with fear and darkness.

Lynn looked into her gray eyes, which were slightly widened by extreme shock, and felt her body still trembling slightly.

Finally, she softened her voice and, with a warmth strong enough to melt the hardest ice, uttered the ultimate promise she most longed to hear.

“So, stop being afraid of being left behind,” he said, gently wiping away a hot tear from her cheek with his thumb.

"—Because I will never let go, and I will never regret it."

boom--! ! !

If the previous declaration was light, then this gentle promise is the sun, which gives that light eternal warmth.

Qiong was completely stunned.

Her gray eyes, brimming with tears, stared intently and greedily at his face, as if trying to etch this moment of tenderness into the deepest recesses of her soul, for eternity.

The next second, she could no longer suppress the overwhelming joy of being rescued from the abyss of despair, a joy so intense it was enough to completely engulf her.

She suddenly stood on tiptoe, once again...

This time, it's no longer about fear and demands.

It was a mixture of joyful, salty tears, utterly devout, and full of sacrificial meaning.

In this way, she was giving him her whole soul, which he had pieced back together after it was broken, without reservation.

After a long while, they parted.

She tilted her head back, her face streaked with tears yet flushed with a radiant blush of pure happiness, and spoke in a voice heavy with sobs, yet incredibly clear and earnest, the purest confession that could drive any man mad.

"Onii-chan..."

"I... I have everything I have, and I give it to you..."

"Now...it's time..."

That phrase, a mix of sobs and resolute determination, "Now," acted like a fuse, instantly igniting all the desires that Lynn had suppressed with reason.

However, looking at the trembling girl in his arms who had given him everything, the surging flame was ultimately overshadowed by a deeper and heavier sense of responsibility and pity.

He knew that her sacrifice at this moment stemmed from the ecstasy of being saved, and also from the last vestige of uncertainty about the future.

He could not, and should not, respond to her sacrifice with desire at such a time.

That's not cherishing, that's desecrating.

Lynn took a deep breath and, with unprecedented tenderness, gently yet firmly embraced her body, which was leaning slightly forward due to excitement.

He didn't speak, but gently stroked her soft silver hair with his chin, as if comforting a frightened young animal that had just weathered a storm.

"Qiong..." His voice was hoarse from suppressing some emotion, "I know... I know everything..."

He lifted her face and placed a deeply reverent kiss on her gray eyes, which were beginning to well up with unease again because of his silence.

"But not now... nor in this way."

Seeing the fleeting look of confusion and hurt in Qiong's eyes, Lynn felt a pang in his heart. He immediately added in a gentler, yet undeniable tone:

"You are my most precious treasure, so I want to welcome everything about you in the most beautiful moment and in the most solemn way."

He gazed into her eyes, those eyes that always held a languid quality, but now held a seriousness and doting affection that was enough to completely captivate her.

"Can we wait another seven days?"

He set a specific, ceremonial deadline.

"The school festival is in seven days. The day after the school festival, I'll take you somewhere."

His voice carried a hint of mysterious, alluring laughter.

"A place more beautiful than here, more beautiful than anywhere else."

"Until then……"

He didn't finish his sentence, but the promise about the future contained in those unfinished words was more passionate and heart-pounding than any straightforward statement.

Qiong stared at him blankly, her mind still processing this sudden, overwhelming happiness.

"School Festival"... "A more beautiful place"... "By then"...

These words pulled her out of the near-drowning, desperate sacrifice she had just experienced, and painted a clear, hopeful picture of the "future" for her.

The anxiety and unease caused by the fear of being abandoned were finally completely soothed by this concrete and tangible promise.

She finally understood that her older brother wasn't rejecting her.

He was promising her, in a way that was all the more precious, the grandest ceremony that belonged only to the two of them.

An unprecedented, peaceful, and sweet sense of happiness enveloped her.

She nodded slowly and heavily, and for the first time, a faint smile, a mixture of shyness and boundless joy, bloomed on her tear-streaked face.

"……Um."

After saying that, she seemed to remember something, tilted her head back, and looked at him with her still-moist gray eyes, looking very serious. In a soft, sweet voice with a hint of coquetry, she added softly:

"...Definitely."

"It's a promise... when the time comes... Onii-chan... you're not allowed to run away!"

(Author's note: As you all probably guessed, Lynn will be having a threesome in seven days, and the next chapter will introduce another character (you definitely won't guess this one), and before the school festival, she'll introduce yet another character (you probably guessed this one too). A lot of this chapter was cut, so it's normal that it reads strangely.)

Chapter 69: Being unable to get married and being a bad teacher are two different things.

After coaxing Qiong to sleep and tucking her in, Lin En finally breathed a sigh of relief, feeling completely drained.

He slumped onto the sofa, overwhelmed by a wave of mental exhaustion that far surpassed his physical fatigue.

Winning over a girl caught in an emotional whirlwind is more tiring than teaching ten Chinese language classes.

Just as he was about to clear his mind and enjoy this moment of peace, his phone vibrated at an inopportune time, and three words appeared on the screen—Hiratsuka Shizuka.

Lynn glanced at the time: 2:34 AM.

He frowned, his finger instinctively sliding towards the red hang-up button.

However, he stopped a second before pressing the button.

"Hello? Is this Lynn? It's me, Shizuka Hiratsuka!"

As soon as the call connected, a woman's distinctive, slightly hoarse, and forthright voice came from the other end, but today her voice was mixed with an unusual slurred tone and the smell of alcohol.

"What's up?" Lynn's tone was lazy, revealing an impatience that said, "You'd better have something really important or you're dead."

"Ahem, it's about the school festival safety plan and the Service Club's work report," Hiratsuka Shizuka cleared her throat, trying to make her voice sound more like a responsible teacher. "Would you be available to come out for a bit? I'm at our usual spot, the little bar next to that ramen shop."

At 2:30 a.m., in a bar, talking about work?

That excuse is so lame it wouldn't even fool Yui Yuigahama.

Just as Lynn was about to dismiss her with a "we'll talk about it tomorrow," a suppressed, heavily intoxicated groan came from the other end of the phone, along with the background noise of a man's malicious laughter and the clinking of glasses, which he picked up with his extraordinary hearing.

trouble.

Lynn sighed silently to herself, but finally stood up from the sofa and grabbed her coat.

"Wait there, don't move around, and don't drink anymore."

……

Pushing open the door of the izakaya with the "Open for Business" sign, a smoky, pungent smell of alcohol, grilled skewers, and hormones hits you.

The small shop was packed with office workers who had just finished their second meeting, their faces shiny with oil, and the noise was almost enough to lift the roof off.

Lynn's gaze immediately locked onto the figure in the corner booth.

Today, Shizuka Hiratsuka wasn't wearing her usual white lab coat, but a tight-fitting black knit top that perfectly accentuated her well-toned, powerful, and beautiful mature curves.

She rested her chin on her hand, a few strands of black hair falling across her face. Her eyes, usually full of spirit, were now somewhat hazy with intoxication, losing some of her teacher's authority and gaining more of the languid charm unique to mature women.

She sat there alone, and she was the most beautiful sight in the entire room.

Several men at the surrounding tables were glancing at her, their eyes blatantly fixed on her, as if they were eyeing a lone, defenseless, and delicious prey.

Just as one of the men, dressed in a floral shirt and seemingly understanding of women's hearts, was about to sit down with what he thought was his most charming smile, carrying two expensive cocktails...

Lynn had already taken the initiative and quietly sat down opposite Hiratsuka Shizuka.

The man in the floral shirt's smile froze for a moment, but he quickly recovered. He placed his glass on the table and said with feigned generosity, "My friend, would you mind if I treated this beautiful lady to a drink? It's fate that we met."

Lynn didn't look at him, but calmly said to Hiratsuka Shizuka, who was already a little drunk, "Hiratsuka-sensei, it seems that your charm is so great that people are willing to open a bottle of champagne that just expired last night in exchange for a chance tonight."

The smile on the man in the floral shirt froze instantly.

Lynn's casual remark precisely exposed the trick behind his decision to order that discounted champagne from the bartender—a bottle he intended to show off but was reluctant to spend the money on.

This made him feel even more ashamed than if he had been punched.

The men at the surrounding tables, who had been itching to join in, all looked as if they had seen a ghost, and the alcohol on their faces vanished instantly.

Finally, the man in the floral shirt opened his mouth but couldn't utter a single word. He simply lowered his head abruptly, threw down a few banknotes, and, along with his equally terrified companions, practically fled the izakaya.

Throughout the entire process, Lynn didn't even glance at them, as if he had casually swatted a buzzing fly.

"You're here!"

When Hiratsuka Shizuka saw Lynn, her dazed eyes instantly lit up, and she waved excitedly like a little girl who had seen a savior.

Lynn sat down opposite her and poured herself a glass of water.

"Drinking so much by yourself in the middle of the night, you really aren't afraid of dying 々々."

"What's there to be afraid of!" Hiratsuka Shizuka slammed her hand on the table, the alcohol making her slur her words. "I am the 'Iron Fist Instructor' of Soubu High School. Anyone who dares to touch me, I'll take them down with one punch!"

As she spoke, she swung her fist, but because she lost her balance, she swayed and almost fell off the chair.

Lynn quickly caught her and helped her up.

The moment the warm palm touched her arm, Hiratsuka Shizuka's body visibly stiffened.

She sat up abruptly as if burned, an unnatural blush rising on her cheeks.

To hide her panic, she picked up her wine glass and drank the rest of the sake in one gulp, as if that would bolster her courage.

"Ahem... I called you here... what was it again... Oh right! Let's get down to business!" She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, her eyes fixed on Lynn.

"Kasumigaoka Utaha and Sawamura Eriri, those two notoriously difficult genius girls, before you arrived, their problems almost brought the school festival to a standstill. What exactly did you do to them?"

Her eyes were filled with inquiry, admiration, and a hint of curiosity and dependence on the strong that she herself was unaware of.

“I didn’t do anything,” Lynn said calmly, taking a sip of water. “Their problem was never with each other, but with themselves. I just put this mirror in front of them.”

Hiratsuka Shizuka frowned.

Lynn's answer was understated yet incisive, making her feel that her past passionate "iron fist" lectures seemed like a joke.

Undeterred, she pressed on, "What about Yukinoshita from the Service Club? Her older sister, Yukinoshita Haruno, is someone even I struggle to deal with, but she seems to 'admire' you."

"At this school festival, she clearly wanted to push her sister into a corner, but no matter how I look at it, I feel that her real target is you. What exactly happened between you two?"

“Yukinoshita Haruno is just a woman who is too smart and too boring,” Lynn shrugged.

“She’s not making things difficult for her sister; she’s testing her. Testing Yukino Yukinoshita’s limits, and testing me too. Dealing with this kind of person is simple: just don’t follow her script, and she’ll get bored on her own.”

That's it again.

It's that same nonchalant, as if everything is under control attitude again.