I practiced as a monk alone in Japan.

Chapter 175 Subtle and Silent Influence (Please vote!)

"Drip, drip."

It rained at night.

The truth has long since ended its mission.

The car travels through the night, with a specially hired chauffeur in the driver's seat.

The two women in the back seat were of different styles and ages.

Matsushita leaned on Ayaka Miura's shoulder, seemingly fast asleep. Indeed, it was getting late, and at this hour, there seemed to be nothing else to do but sleep.

They had no interest in partying late at night.

Sitting in the passenger seat, leaning back in his chair, Aoki Shin felt that if he had to give tonight a name, the best definition would probably be "a complete mess".

It seems I've achieved my goal of reconnecting with old friends after returning home, but deep down I feel regret about many things that weren't handled well, making things even more complicated and chaotic. The only difference is that I've exited cleanly and clearly.

He sighed and saw Ayaka Miura in the rearview mirror; she was still quite lucid, her expression silent and revealing nothing about her emotions.

He thought about it.

"You knew Tsukino before?"

The words suddenly rang out in the dark, rainy night.

The sound of raindrops hitting the car window seemed to have a unique rhythm.

"Are you asking me?"

Ayaka Miura looked up, seemingly confused, still looking like she couldn't grasp the point.

Aoki Shin pinched his temples, looking a bit annoyed. "It's just the two of us. You don't need to pretend anymore, do you? You can't be that confused."

Ayaka Miura blinked, then smiled, still appearing genuine and harmless.

"I haven't been back in Zhaori for long. There are still many things I'm not used to. I'm not trying to pretend."

"What about the question I asked you earlier?"

Aoki Shin didn't seem so easily fooled. Now that he'd noticed something odd, it wasn't in his nature to leave it unresolved. While he meant no harm, he still hated being used. He was easy to talk to, but that didn't mean he was a pushover, much less a fool to be used as a tool.

Ayaka Miura thought for a moment and said, "I didn't know him before, but I heard some things from my younger brother. I wasn't sure at first, but now it seems to be the same person. To put it simply, I know him a little, but we've never been in contact. He doesn't know I exist."

"Perhaps they know, but just haven't exposed it?"

Aoki Shin said it casually.

Ayaka Miura paused for a moment, then smiled and nodded. "That's possible, after all, there are girls like Rin-san. It's normal for her not to be interested in other women."

Aoki Shin narrowed his eyes. "So what was the reason you seemed to be targeting Rin before? Don't tell me it wasn't targeting her; everyone here should have noticed."

But Ayaka Miura looked at Shin Aoki with surprise, "Why do you think this is targeted?"

"What else?" Aoki Shin didn't understand.

Ayaka Miura laughed. "It seems you really don't understand women, Aoki-kun. I think they should be quite grateful that I brought up these questions."

Aoki Shin didn't quite understand the logic behind this, nor did he intend to figure it out. He had drunk quite a bit today, and his head was starting to throb.

After thinking for a moment.

"You don't have any other thoughts about Tsukino, do you? Although Rin acted very gently today, it's only because her bottom line hasn't been crossed. You'd better not do anything foolish."

Aoki Shin had to admit that Tsukino Gen was charming; it wasn't just that he was good-looking, but he also always managed to surprise people.

Women are more or less attracted to looks, and Ayaka Miura's unusual behavior today makes it hard not to be suspicious.

Ayaka Miura smiled but didn't answer. Instead, she turned her head to look out the window.

Just like when we played truth or dare, the answers were ambiguous, and the chaos was deliberately created.

Rain lashed against the window, leaving wet, crisscrossing streaks.

The window reflected the boy's handsome face.

"heavy rain."

The room was brightly lit and quiet all around; you could almost hear the raindrops falling clearly on the grass.

How does it hang from the tip of a leaf, and how does it fall silently to the ground?

Light footsteps came from behind, landing on the wooden floor, just like in the beginning of a movie, before the scene even starts, the audience hears the alluring footsteps of the protagonist.

Gen Tsukino didn't turn around, letting the fragrance linger around him from behind.

"I'm glad I didn't take you home."

Her voice was slightly coquettish, with a hint of schadenfreude.

Gen Tsukino turned around with a smile and saw Rin Asagiri's bright and cheerful face.

Exquisite features, a petite face. It seems to be the most suitable face shape for eternal youth.

The fragrance on her body was even more pronounced after her shower, clearly indicating she hadn't used the shower gel provided. The fact that she brought even that stuff suggests she was well-prepared.

There wasn't much of a lingering smell of alcohol, after all, it was just some beer. Neither of them had drunk much tonight, so it was a rare night where they were both quite sober.

"The way you're saying that makes it sound like you'd be happy just to take me home."

Asagiri Rin glanced at the boy. "You talk like you're some hot commodity. Besides, even if you go back tonight, won't you still end up back in my hands in the future?"

"Such a confident statement, Ms. Rin."

"What kind of strange name is this?"

Asagiri Rin frowned.

Gen Tsukino smiled. "That's what Ayaka Miura calls you. I think it's quite interesting."

"Is the way you address someone interesting, or is it the person who is interesting?"

She was wrapped in a pure white bathrobe, concealing her inner attire. It was impossible to tell what she was wearing, but the glimpses of her fair skin peeking out from the neckline always sparked the imagination.

She looked over defiantly, narrowing her eyes to scrutinize Tsukino Gen.

"Of course it's the way she addresses me that's interesting. How long have we known each other? We don't have any other relationship."

"That's hard to say. You can only guarantee what's happening now. Who can predict what will happen in the future?"

"That's why I don't like making commitments."

Gen Tsukino nodded.

"boom."

Asagiri Rin punched the boy in the stomach, not too hard, not too soft.

Simply to express one's attitude.

"You actually agreed with it?"

Tsukino Gen, clutching his stomach which didn't actually hurt, looked at the girl with a wronged expression. "Wasn't I just trying to show that I'm firmly on your side?"

"Then tell me, what girls have you ever been attracted to?"

This is bringing up old grievances from a previous dinner party.

Not counting it in person is a kind of wisdom.

When it comes to settling scores later, it's essential to make your stance clear. Do you really think you can just get away with it?

With such a good temper, am I still Asagiri Rin?
Gen Tsukino reached out and gently touched the girl's hair, which was slightly damp and felt as soft as snowflakes that might melt at any moment in his palm.

"Asagiri Rin as a child, Asagiri Rin now, and possibly Asagiri Rin in the future."

The girl looked up at his lowered eyes and gazed at his lips.

Her throat bobbed.

"Don't give me that. Only someone as shameless as you could say something so cheesy."

"I won't say the truth because it's too cheesy; it's not my style."

"The truth? That's probably just a fallacy of misrepresentation."

“If I’m using a fallacy,” Tsukino Gen paused, then looked at the girl so close to him and said, “then why are you getting closer and closer?”

There's something on the corner of your mouth.

"Ok?"

"Ugh."

Without answering his question, the girl naturally reached out and wrapped her arms around his neck.

The rain outside the window gently washes over every green leaf.

The rain nourishes things not silently, but it seeps into every crevice of the world and then seeps into the earth.

The pattering sound seemed to be composing background music for this not-so-cold world.

What is the main theme?

The bathrobe slipped down.

They collapsed onto the soft bed, no velvet fluttering before their eyes, and the bright lights went dark in the next moment. The entire room seemed to be filled only with the sound of their breathing.

"What are you doing?"

Lying on the bed, her hair grew wildly like branches. Asagiri Rin showed little fear or tension; instead, she watched the boy on top of her with interest. Tsukino Gen blinked, not in a hurry.

Why did you kiss me again?

"Just like the last few times, you didn't say why, did you? Are you going to say the moonlight is beautiful? But it's raining outside right now."

"Miss Rin is getting better and better at applying what she's learned to other situations."

Gen Tsukino smiled, and instead of moving his hand down her neck, he moved it up to stroke the girl's pretty face.

The smooth and delicate feel is indeed very comfortable.

It's like a work of art that you can handle and never get tired of.

Asagiri Rin narrowed her eyes. "I told you not to call me that. I don't like it."

"So, what would you like me to call you?"

"My Queen."

"It's a bit outdated."

"cold."

The words that escaped lightly from her pink lips carried an inexplicable allure. It was like encountering a fruit tree at its peak, and a ripe fruit falling from it that you couldn't refuse.

Gen Tsukino's gaze lingered for only a moment.

Then they kissed again.

The bed was a bit messy, and the boy's movements seemed even more unrestrained.

Human desires are like climbing a ladder to heaven; the only things we have and have tried seem to be no longer enough to satisfy us.

Both sides are eager to take things further, but are they willing to pay the price, and are they willing to bear the responsibilities that come with satisfying their desires?

These things seem irrelevant to everything now.

Outside, wind and rain raged, trees swayed, and leaves flew everywhere.

The girl's long hair was like countless spreading tentacles, scattered in a messy and disorderly manner.

The boy who had been gently cupping her fair thighs looked up, frowned slightly, and asked a question.

"You just put it on?"

Asagiri Rin's cheeks were rosy, as if she had been immersed in the peach blossoms of spring.

With a hint of schadenfreude, she said, "I found it while taking a shower."

"Don't tell me you didn't know they might come today."

"Of course I know, but I didn't expect it to be such a coincidence. Luckily, I brought sanitary napkins with me."

Gen Tsukino released her grip and moved to the head of the bed.

Even though his arm was still under the girl's neck.

Seeing the boy's speechless expression, which even hinted at a sense of distress, Asagiri Rin found it increasingly amusing.

She leaned on me willingly, like a clingy koala climbing a big tree to cling to.

"Are you angry now?"

Gen Tsukino glanced at her. "Do I really need to go to such lengths? I just need to calm down a bit. Do you have a cigarette?"

"Ha ha ha ha."

Asagiri Rin laughed so hard she nearly fell over; it was rare to see this girl so emotionally expressive. After all, always suppressing her emotions made her seem unpredictable and inspired fear.

Beneath the long-lost bathrobe, there was something there; a carefully chosen black nightgown with a satin-like texture.

The shoulder strap slipped off the old man's smooth shoulder, and his fair skin seemed to become the only source of light in the darkness.

"Is it that funny?"

Gen Tsukino sighed.

This woman was rolling around on me like she was in an amusement park, how could anyone stay calm?
The key is that you don't have a habit of not taking the right path, okay?

"Snapped."

The crisp sound made Asagiri Rin stop what she was doing. She looked up, her cheeks flushed, and glared at Tsukino Gen.

"Hit me?"

"If it's done on the bed, this kind of behavior is at most considered a romantic gesture."

Of course, if you call the police, then the situation is completely different. The BDSM community is indeed quite complex these days.

"Turn around, I'm going to hit you back."

"There's no such rule!"

Gen Tsukino quickly made a statement and held the girl tightly in his arms.

Even without doing anything like that, just holding her is enough to enjoy. It's as if her body was designed to perfectly fit into my embrace, fitting in from every angle.

If it were winter, Tsukino Gen would gladly use his legs to hold her feet together so she wouldn't feel cold.

Asagiri Rin laughed again, her dark pupils fixed on the boy's face, and then a slightly eerie smile appeared on her face.

"How will you manage if you're holding me like this?"

"What? What do we do? Ouch."

Her knees twitched, making Tsukino Gen understand what she meant.

"What else can I do? I'm not an animal, I'll just have to tough it out."

Men are often forced to take on responsibilities, to act like gentlemen, and to remain unmoved by temptation.

However, Tsukino Gen always felt that the other party was doing it on purpose, wanting him to experience what it means to be able to see and touch something, but not to be able to have it.

Asagiri Rin narrowed her eyes and looked at the boy. "Say you love me, that you're hopelessly infatuated with me, and I'll help you solve this problem."

Gen Tsukino looked at him with some embarrassment, "You should know that men can say anything at times like this, so any promises made at this time are basically worthless."

Promises made at times like these are practically meant to be betrayed.

It's harsh, but that's the reality in most cases.

But the girl's body was moving upwards, and Tsukino Gen couldn't say: Thank you, I don't want to eat.

On the other hand, they want to take control of themselves.

The atmosphere grew intense, and the air in the room seemed to rise rapidly.

The blankets couldn't completely cover their bodies, and the rain outside was pouring down harder and harder.

"It doesn't matter, I just want to hear it now."

She smiled; the young lady, with her exceptional learning ability, had already made her stand out despite having only one experience.

Gen Tsukino's brows involuntarily relaxed.

"Why don't you tell me first, as an example?"

Asagiri Rin looked at the boy.

She leaned close to his ear; after all, in a game, it's only natural to pay a price to achieve your goal.

As long as it's within an acceptable range, it's not considered a loss.

She practically bit his ear, her breath sweet as orchids.

Then she heard Tsukino Gen's reply.

"Me too."

"???"

She opened her mouth and bit down on Tsukino Gen's lips.

"It hurts, it hurts, it hurts!"

The boy's mouth soon tasted of blood; his lip had been bitten, and his malicious intentions had naturally attracted retribution.

But after taking her revenge, she sat up.

In the boy's eyes, he took the bag and pulled out a pair of white stockings.

"This is?"

What is this?

What kind of treasure?
It wasn't over yet. From her bag, she pulled out a bottle of clear liquid.

It doesn't seem very clear; it looks somewhat viscous.

Then, with rosy cheeks, her eyes held a defiant glint.

"Put it on for me."

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(End of this chapter)