My dear wife, I still love you more.

Saeko Busujima's father would be returning to Japan in the next couple of days, but Hasegawa wasn't too concerned. Putting those matters aside for the time being, Hasegawa turned on his computer, sat down, and began writing. He had only just finished four volumes of Tokyo Ghoul; there was still a lot of content to write, and he hadn't forgotten his commitment to updating at least one volume per month.

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His fingers flew across the keyboard, and in just one hour, he had already written over ten thousand words. Looking at his work, he made minor corrections to typos and grammatical errors before closing the writing software.

However, after finishing writing, Hasegawa felt a bit bored.

To be honest, for a while, I was either participating in kendo competitions to collect materials or writing that book about an insatiable desire. At the same time, Hasegawa was also trying to develop his relationship with Mrs. Yuigahama, so he was really busy, but also felt quite fulfilled. Now that the novel is finished, Hasegawa is feeling a bit bored out of his mind.

Although he is also writing Tokyo Ghoul, I feel that writing light novels and writing traditional novels are two completely different things when it comes to writing.

Light novels are relatively easy to write; you just need to make the plot flow smoothly and focus on action and excitement. However, writing traditional novels requires more thought, so the writing process is slower, but the brain works faster, making the experience completely different.

I'm getting a little addicted.

Yes, he's probably a bit addicted. Hasegawa now has an urge to continue writing new traditional novels.

Initially, he wrote that traditional novel simply because his writing skills had improved and he wanted to write about his past life. But now, it seems to be developing into a hobby.

Hasegawa feels that he is now somewhat like a film director. At first, he made commercial films that made money, but then, for some reason, he wanted to make a few art films. Whether it was to gain praise or to win awards, he really just wanted to make a few art films.

Although Hasegawa is writing a novel, not making a movie, the principle is similar.

Of course, Hasegawa only has this idea for now, but he hasn't actually started writing. On the one hand, Hasegawa hasn't found a subject he wants to write about yet, and on the other hand, Hasegawa feels that he is at a crucial moment in developing his relationship with Mrs. Yuihama and doesn't want to waste too much energy on other things.

For Hasegawa, the most important thing now is to completely win over Mrs. Yuihama.

Although Hasegawa has already entered Mrs. Yuihama's body twice, it's only her body. Some positions are not even allowed at this time, let alone other aspects. Hasegawa must completely conquer her, both physically and mentally. At the very least, Mrs. Yuihama must be able to obediently assume any position Hasegawa wants in bed.

Time passed slowly, and it was almost time to finish cooking. Hasegawa walked into the kitchen with a cheerful mood. Just as Hasegawa finished preparing dinner, Mrs. Yuihama returned home from get off work.

"I'm back." Mrs. Yuihama's familiar voice reached Hasegawa's ears.

"Welcome back, you must be tired from work." Hasegawa greeted Mrs. Yuihama with a big smile at the door.

Mrs. Yuihama blushed slightly when she saw Hasegawa standing at the door. Although she had been pushed by Hasegawa again in a daze last night, she had calmly thought things through during the day at work. She felt that things shouldn't be like this between her and Hasegawa, especially with Yui Yui between them. Therefore, Mrs. Yuihama rationally believed that she should distance herself from Hasegawa.

"Hasegawa-kun." Mrs. Yuihama looked at Hasegawa, who was bringing out her favorite dish from the kitchen. Her expression hesitated for a moment, then became firm.

"Madam, is there something you want to tell me? But let's eat first, the food won't taste good if it gets cold." Hasegawa smiled, went directly behind Mrs. Yuihama, pushed her shoulders with both hands, pushed her to the dining table, and pressed her down into a chair.

Mrs. Yuihama opened her mouth, but the words she had prepared remained unspoken.

"Madam, come on, try it and see how it tastes!" Hasegawa enthusiastically served food to Mrs. Yuihama.

Faced with Hasegawa's expression, Mrs. Yuihama could only obediently eat her food, while also nodding in praise of Hasegawa's culinary skills: "It's wonderful! Hasegawa-kun's cooking is delicious. I think Hasegawa-kun's food is even more delicious than that of a chef at a five-star hotel."

"Really? If you like it, then eat more. After all, you must be very tired after a long day of work," Hasegawa said with a smile.

Mrs. Yuigahama was so dazed by Hasegawa's few words that she almost forgot what she wanted to say to him. She ate dinner in a daze and then cleaned up the dishes. By the time she realized what was happening, the dishes were already washed.

Mrs. Yuihama did not immediately leave the kitchen, but instead took a few deep breaths to clear her mind.

Yesterday, she wanted to have a proper talk with Hasegawa, but somehow, the conversation somehow ended up in bed. Mrs. Yuihama blushed at the thought of yesterday's events. This time, she vowed to have a serious talk with Hasegawa, and at the same time, she was determined not to repeat what happened yesterday.

"Madam, brave Ai-chan has started! Come and see!" Hasegawa heard footsteps, turned around, waved to Mrs. Yuihama, and said with a smile.

Seeing Hasegawa like this, Mrs. Yuihama's expression changed slightly, but she took a deep breath, her expression became firm, and even her eyes became resolute.

As she walked step by step toward Hasegawa, Mrs. Yuihama became more and more serious, and even her steps became incredibly firm.

"Hasegawa-kun—"

"Shh, look, it's starting! Brave Ai-chan has begun! Look, this is the exciting part!" Hasegawa made a quiet gesture to Mrs. Yuihama and then pointed at the television.

Mrs. Yuihama's courage, which she had mustered, seemed to deflate like a balloon that had been pricked with a needle.

Moreover, Mrs. Yuigahama genuinely loved watching Brave Ai-chan, so she subconsciously turned to look at the television. In the drama, Ai-chan was indeed diligently chasing after Mr. Uemura. Yesterday was the battlefield; this time, Brave Ai-chan was riding in a small boat, paddling hard, chasing after the yacht ahead.

While rowing, Ai-chan shouted Mr. Kamimura's name loudly.

Suddenly, a fish leaped out of the sea and hit Ai-chan in the face. Ai-chan didn't give up, and then another fish, bigger than the first, leaped out and hit Ai-chan in the face. Then... mackerel, swordfish, dolphins, sharks, and finally even whales appeared.

Mrs. Yuihama was initially wondering how to talk to Hasegawa, but as she watched, she became engrossed, clasping her hands tightly together and silently praying for Ai-chan and cheering her on.

Even Mrs. Yuihama didn't notice when she leaned against Hasegawa's chest again.

Holding Mrs. Yuihama's soft body and watching Ai-chan face various different sea creatures time and time again, I must say, it was really super interesting.

"Brave Ai-chan's journey has come to an end," Mrs. Yui sighed. In the end, she still couldn't catch up with Mr. Uemura. However, when Mrs. Yui finished sighing and came to her senses, she found herself being held in Hasegawa's arms again, and Hasegawa's hands were unusually restless.

Instantly, Mrs. Yuihama turned pale.

Wasn't she planning to have a proper talk with Hasegawa? Didn't she say she wanted to sever ties with Hasegawa? How did things turn out like this?

"Hasegawa-kun, you—"

Before Mrs. Yuihama could finish speaking, Hasegawa cut her off. Mrs. Yuihama's eyes widened in surprise; this situation was completely different from what she had imagined.

(The following is an indescribable part involving only rubbing and penetration.)

Chapter Thirty-Six: Yue—Masao Busujima Arrives

In the morning, before dawn, Hasegawa, who was sleeping, suddenly felt Mrs. Yuihama in his arms move. She then woke up and climbed out of Hasegawa's arms as quietly as possible.

Hasegawa opened his closed eyes a crack and saw Mrs. Yuihama looking at him with a complicated expression. Then he sighed, turned around, and sat down in front of the dressing table.

Hasegawa found Mrs. Yuihama's actions a bit strange, not quite understanding what she was doing. However, as Hasegawa widened his eyes slightly, he discovered that Mrs. Yuihama was actually putting on makeup in front of the mirror. Yes, she was putting on makeup. Hasegawa really found it quite strange and couldn't understand Mrs. Yuihama's behavior.

After Mrs. Yuihama quickly finished applying her makeup, Hasegawa, to prevent her from realizing he was awake, quickly closed his eyes. Then, Hasegawa was surprised to find that Mrs. Yuihama had crawled back into bed, and after hesitating for a moment, she snuggled back into his arms, in the same spot as before, and closed her eyes, as if she were going to sleep again.

Hasegawa didn't open his eyes, but he didn't understand what Mrs. Yuihama was going to do. Could there be any connection between sleeping and putting on makeup? Besides, it was almost dawn. Now that she was awake and had already put on makeup, shouldn't she just get up?

Clearly, Hasegawa doesn't quite understand Japanese women. Most Japanese women are like this: they almost always wait until their husbands are asleep before removing their makeup, then wake up early the next morning, put on makeup again, and go back to sleep next to their husbands, so that when they wake up, they can see a beautiful wife.

While it cannot be said that all women do this, at least the vast majority of Japanese women do.

Although Hasegawa didn't understand why Mrs. Yuihama did this, he couldn't help but feel happy when he found that Mrs. Yuihama would actually return to his arms. His hand couldn't help but move, and his body naturally reacted.

……

All morning, whether getting up or eating breakfast, Mrs. Yuihama kept her face flushed and head down, almost as if she didn't dare to face Hasegawa. But this appearance only made Hasegawa like her more and made him more attracted to her, to the point that Hasegawa's gaze towards Mrs. Yuihama couldn't help but become a little intense.

"I...I'm going to work." After finishing breakfast and washing the dishes, Mrs. Yuihama hurriedly left, looking somewhat disheveled. Hasegawa, seeing Mrs. Yuihama like this, felt even better. Although his morning exercise hadn't been able to happen due to Mrs. Yuihama's strong opposition, this didn't affect Hasegawa's mood at all. There was plenty of time; Hasegawa didn't believe that Mrs. Yuihama's resistance could last long with their nightly intimate relations.

……

“Hasegawa-kun, this is my father, Busujima Masao. Father, this is Hasegawa Kenichi. He's the one I mentioned who reached the level of a sword saint.” Busujima Saeko introduced Hasegawa and her father.

Hasegawa sized up the middle-aged man before him. Perhaps due to his long-term training in swordsmanship, Busujima Masao's posture was extremely upright, as if he were wearing a ruler. His physique was perfect, his back ramrod straight, yet it was quite different from the posture of a soldier. Hasegawa even sensed a faint sharpness emanating from this man. Clearly, his swordsmanship skill was definitely not low.

While Hasegawa was sizing up Masao Busujima, Masao Busujima was also sizing up Hasegawa.

To be honest, when Masao Busujima first saw Hasegawa, if his daughter hadn't told him that Hasegawa was a sword saint, Masao Busujima wouldn't have believed that Hasegawa was a sword saint at all, and he wouldn't have even believed in the swordsmanship that Hasegawa practiced.

Hasegawa has an outstanding appearance, one might even say very handsome. His slightly loose clothing even makes him appear somewhat thin. Looking at his exposed hands and the skin on his neck, it's clear that Hasegawa's skin is incredibly fair and smooth; most women probably don't even have such fair and delicate skin.

Therefore, in Masao Busujima's eyes, if Hasegawa hadn't been dressed in relatively ordinary clothes, he might have suspected that Hasegawa was the heir to some powerful family, the kind of weak, helpless boy who had never done any physical activity.

Moreover, not only his body, but he also couldn't sense any trace of kendo practice on Hasegawa.

However, Masao Busujima believed in his daughter. He was actually quite proud of her because Saeko Busujima's talent in swordsmanship was simply too high, far surpassing his own. In fact, Saeko's current level of swordsmanship had already surpassed his. Masao even believed that with Saeko's talent, she might even become a sword saint in her lifetime.

Therefore, although Hasegawa may seem like just a handsome and ordinary boy, since Saeko Busujima said that Hasegawa is a sword saint, then Hasegawa's strength is definitely not weak.

"Hello, Hasegawa-kun, I am Masao Busujima!" Masao Busujima bowed and said to Hasegawa very respectfully.

"Um, Uncle, you don't need to be like that. I am Kenichi Hasegawa, nice to meet you." Hasegawa was a little flustered because he didn't expect Masao Busujima to be so respectful to him, so he quickly returned the greeting earnestly.

"Hasegawa-kun, Saeko said you are a sword saint. I'm sorry, I'm not doubting you, it's just that a sword saint hasn't appeared for hundreds of years, so I'm a little surprised. Please forgive me." Busujima Masao spoke in a very respectful tone.

"It's alright, it's alright. After all, I look very young. Even if it weren't for you, I would have doubted it if this hadn't happened to me."

"Then, Hasegawa-kun, could you please give me some pointers on swordsmanship?" Masao Busujima asked.

"If you don't mind, Uncle, of course you can."

"Thank you so much."

Masao Busujima was clearly a fanatic about kendo, so after getting Hasegawa's permission, a hint of joy appeared on his seemingly dull face.

Hasegawa and Busujima each wielded a sharp katana. After all, both of them were quite skilled in swordsmanship, so using a real katana was better than using an oak one in this situation.

"Hasegawa-kun, I'm here," Masao Busujima reminded him, since Hasegawa was holding a knife in one hand and standing awkwardly, looking like he was full of openings.

After giving a warning, Masao Busujima roared, grabbed his sword with both hands, and swung the katana down at Hasegawa's head.

Ding!

With a crisp clang, Hasegawa easily parried Busujima Masao's katana with his own.

Masao Busujima was startled. To be honest, although he believed Saeko Busujima's words, just as Hasegawa himself had said, Hasegawa looked too young, so he inevitably held back a bit when he attacked. But even so, the power of this strike was still considerable, yet Hasegawa had blocked it so easily. Masao Busujima was still quite surprised.

Moreover, Hasegawa's relaxed demeanor convinced Masao Busujima that Hasegawa might have truly reached the level of a sword saint.

Taking a deep breath, Masao Busujima began to unleash his full power. A katana gleamed in his hand, and the Busujima-style swordsmanship was ruthless and menacing, each move aimed at Hasegawa's vital points, like a vicious venomous snake.

Clearly, this is the swordsmanship of Busujima-ryu, an ancient swordsmanship style specifically designed for practical combat. Every move is not for show; it exists solely for killing. Therefore, Busujima-ryu swordsmanship may not be particularly aesthetically pleasing, but it is absolutely brutal.

Hasegawa, who had already learned the swordsmanship of the Busujima style, naturally knew that this was the characteristic of the Busujima style.

At the same time, although Masao Busujima was slightly inferior to Saeko Busujima in terms of swordsmanship, his practical combat experience was far richer, and his grasp of combat was even superior to Saeko's. If Masao Busujima and Saeko Busujima were to truly fight to the death, the final outcome would be uncertain.

Although Masao Busujima had extensive combat experience, and many of his sword techniques had become second nature, he held no advantage against Hasegawa.

Because Hasegawa was already a sword saint, after breaking through to this level, Hasegawa developed a very strange existence, which was like a swordsmanship domain, or perhaps, the legendary mind's eye.

This area, centered on Hasegawa, has a radius of about three meters. Within this area, every move of Masao Busujima is completely imprinted in Hasegawa's mind. Hasegawa even knows what move Busujima will use as soon as he begins to act, and he knows exactly where Busujima will attack as soon as his gaze falls on him.

It felt incredibly mysterious, as if Hasegawa was a deity in this realm.

Hasegawa swung his katana effortlessly, almost nonchalantly, yet he managed to block every attack from Masao Busujima.

Time and time again, to be honest, Masao Busujima felt like he was going to vomit blood, because Hasegawa was able to block his attacks perfectly every time, and even block his moves in advance. Many times, just as he was about to make a move, Hasegawa's katana had already blocked his move, forcing him to change his moves in advance time and time again.

Chapter Thirty-Seven: Patriarch? Incest?

Masao Busujima took two steps back and exhaled a breath of stale air. His eyes, filled with shock, stared at Hasegawa: "Hasegawa-kun, is this... the legendary Sword Saint's Domain? The Mind's Eye?"

"I think so. I can sense every move within a three-meter radius of myself, and I can even sense any trace of an attack with my eyes closed." Hasegawa nodded.

"Hiss, Hasegawa-kun, no, Hasegawa the Sword Saint! I'm so sorry, I actually had some doubts about you before." Masao Busujima bowed deeply again in apology.

“Uncle, there’s no need for that. It’s perfectly normal for you to have doubts.” Hasegawa looked at Busujima Masao with such respect and, to be honest, felt a little uncomfortable. After all, he considered Busujima Saeko his friend, and Busujima Masao was his elder. It wouldn’t feel comfortable for an elder to treat a junior like this.