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

Hiratsuka Shizuka felt a tightness in her chest, and a nameless anger mixed with the effects of alcohol rushed to her head.

She tried so hard to understand her students and solve their problems, but in the end, all she ever saw was the surface.

But the man in front of me always manages to see through the core of everything in the most effortless way.

This feeling is like a hermit who has climbed a mountain with all his might, only to see another person leisurely taking a cable car to the top.

"Why..." Her voice began to tremble slightly, "Why are you always so relaxed? Why can you always see through the essence of everything at a glance? How do you do it?!"

"It's nothing, just being reasonable," Lynn said calmly, taking a sip of water.

"Reasonable?" Hiratsuka Shizuka asked, pointing at Lynn as if she had heard the biggest joke in the world, her voice trembling with tears.

"You call that being reasonable? Why is it that I'm working so hard, desperately trying to be a good teacher, and trying to get married, yet everything is still a mess?!"

She grabbed Lynn's collar, tears streaming down her face as she released all the pressure and grievances she had accumulated over the years, fueled by alcohol.

"Lynn... tell me, am I a failure?"

Looking at the woman in front of her who had completely dropped her pretense and was crying like a child, Lynn's deep blue "anxiety" in her "emotional perception" almost swallowed her whole.

He remained silent for a moment, offering no words of comfort, but simply stating a fact calmly.

"You're just too eager to prove yourself, which is why you're treating two completely unrelated things—being unable to get married and being a bad teacher—as the same problem."

Hiratsuka Shizuka's sobbing paused slightly.

Lynn continued in his all-knowing, languid tone.

"If you want to get married, expand your social circle instead of relying on your students to introduce you to people."

"If you want to be a good teacher, trust your students instead of forcibly correcting their lives with your standards. You've got all the issues mixed up, Hiratsuka-sensei."

These words were like a scalpel, precisely dissecting all her pretense and self-deception.

Hiratsuka Shizuka stared at him blankly, as if she were seeing this man for the first time.

After a long while, she suddenly laughed, laughing so hard that tears streamed down her face.

"Ha...hahaha...well said! Absolutely right!"

She slammed her hand on the table, staring at Lynn with blurry, drunken eyes, and said in a completely unreasonable tone, "You're so capable, you must be a great driver too, right?!"

"Let's go racing! Right here on Mount Akina! If you can win, I'll admit you're right!"

She pulled a car key from her pocket and slammed it on the table without saying a word.

The key had a symbol of a leaping horse on it.

Ferrari.

Lynn looked at this drunkard who had completely lost his logic and felt his temples throbbing.

……

In the dead of night, the roar of engines on Mount Akina tore through the silent night sky.

A yellow FD and a white AE86 are engaged in a fierce battle at a five-turn hairpin bend.

Just as the AE86 was preparing to use the inner trough to overtake.

A blinding red lightning bolt, without warning, roared into the track from the side and rear of the two cars at an unbelievable angle!

"Om-!"

It was a red Ferrari 488.

Its appearance is like a higher-dimensional being intruding into a two-dimensional game of chess.

There was no deceleration, no fancy drifting.

It simply flattened the hairpin bend's curve instantly with a perfect, shortest tangent, in an almost crushing, physical-law-defying manner!

Takumi Fujiwara's pupils contracted sharply inside the car. He only saw a red afterimage flash past him, carrying a terrifying pressure that made his soul tremble.

He couldn't even see the license plate clearly.

The red monster disappeared completely at the end of the mountain road in less than ten seconds after navigating five consecutive hairpin bends, leaving behind only a mysterious silhouette that left everyone in awe.

"What was that... just now?" Ryosuke Takahashi's voice trembled slightly.

No one could answer him.

……

The parking lot at the top of the mountain.

Lynn parked the car and turned off the engine.

He turned to look at the passenger seat, where the woman who had just been shouting about a showdown was now leaning back in her seat, fast asleep.

"Your request has been met. Can you go back now?"

The only response he received was the even breathing of Hiratsuka Shizuka.

Lynn sighed.

Left with no other choice, Lynn helped her into the cleanest-looking business hotel in the vicinity and booked a room using his own ID card.

After tossing Hiratsuka Shizuka onto the soft bed, Lynn let out a long sigh of relief.

He felt he had finally finished dealing with the "troublesome matters" of the night and turned to leave.

However, the fire that had been burning within him ever since he left his home showed no signs of abating.

It was a flame ignited by Qiong with the purest sacrifice and the most humble plea, scalding and surging, yet forcibly suppressed deep within his body by the "seven-day pact," burning every inch of his nerves.

And Hiratsuka Shizuka, that unreasonable woman, at this worst possible moment, used the lame excuse to drag him away from the volcano about to erupt.

Frustration, and an unvented urge.

The two flames intertwined, making Lynn's current state like an oil drum filled with explosives, its fuse ignited.

He walked to the door, just as his hand was about to touch the doorknob.

A hot, incredibly elastic body embraced him tightly from behind.

Hiratsuka Shizuka had woken up sometime earlier. She buried her face in his back, her hot breath on his neck, carrying a strong smell of alcohol, and murmured drunkenly:

"Don't go..."

"I hate someone..."

"Lynn...you despicable bastard...I envy you...and I'm jealous of you..."

Lynn's body stiffened.

Before he could react, the woman in his arms suddenly stood on tiptoe and used all her strength to turn around and face him.

Then, he pressed a forceful, awkward kiss, thick with the smell of alcohol, onto his lips.

Alcohol, the mature scent of the woman's perfume, and emotions that had been suppressed for far too long, all exploded instantly in the well-soundproofed hotel room.

Outside the window are the city's neon lights, inside the room is boundless decadence.

With the last shred of her sanity, Hiratsuka Shizuka grabbed his hand and pressed it forcefully against her wildly beating heart.

She looked up, her face flushed crimson with intoxication and passion, and said in a broken, almost pleading voice:

"Please... Lynn..."

(The King of Money's) "Tonight... don't treat me like a colleague..."

This sentence is like a spark thrown into boiling oil.

Instantly, all the suppressed flames within Lynn's body were ignited.

The desire that arose from the sky and had nowhere to be vented, and the frustration that was forcibly dragged out by Hiratsuka Shizuka and had nowhere to be vented, found the same perfect outlet at this moment.

His principle of "avoiding trouble" was completely burned away by these two raging flames.

trouble?

Then let's just turn the trouble itself into a form of catharsis.

Lynn lowered her head, took the initiative, and silenced all her unspoken words with a deeper, more aggressive kiss.

That was no longer a passive acceptance, but a man's unquestionable declaration that, after weighing all the pros and cons, he ultimately chose to embrace the "trouble."

Hiratsuka Shizuka's body trembled violently. The hands that had been gripping his collar instantly lost all strength and instead wrapped around his neck helplessly and dependently, surrendering all their weight to him.

Lynn's arms naturally wrapped around her soft waist, and with a little effort, he easily lifted her up horizontally.

Hiratsuka Shizuka let out a suppressed gasp, instinctively burying her face in his chest, like a lost ship that had finally found its harbor.

The main light in the room was off, only a warm yellow wall lamp by the bedside cast long, distorted shadows of the two people on the wall, like intertwined souls.

Lynn carried her, step by step, toward the large and soft bed.

With a soft sound, she was gently placed on the clean white sheets.

The black, tight-fitting knit sweater creates a striking visual contrast with the pure white bedding.

Lynn's fingertips traced her cheek, which trembled slightly with nervousness, and finally rested on the hem of her black cardigan.

He gave her no further chance to hesitate or regret.

Neon lights flashed outside the window, and light and shadow dappled the floor of the room through the gaps in the curtains.

A black knitted sweater slipped silently off the edge of the bed and fell onto the carpet, like a patch of melting night.

The night is still long.

Chapter 70: Sora gets hard every morning, and so does Hiratsuka Shizuka.

The next day, early in the morning.

The hotel bed was very soft, and the woman with a hangover was crazy.

Lynn yawned, feeling completely drained.

Although last night's exercise was barely a warm-up for his current physique, dealing with a completely unrestrained Hiratsuka Shizuka left him mentally exhausted, far more so than physically fatigued.

He stood in the kitchen, wearing an apron with a Shiba Inu pattern that he had bought from the supermarket, and skillfully handled the ingredients.

On the frying pan, golden egg sizzled, and a rich aroma filled the small apartment, creating a warm and inviting atmosphere.

Just then, the bedroom door was gently pushed open.

A slender figure stepped out.

Lynn didn't even turn his head; he knew who it was just from the sound of footsteps.

The footsteps today sound different from those of the past.

It was no longer that wary, almost inaudible cat-like gait, but rather a more light and cheerful rhythm.

Like a bird that has finally found its way home.

A soft body pressed against him from behind, and a pair of small hands wrapped around his waist.

"Onii-chan..."

The girl's voice, soft and sweet from just waking up, gently rang in his ear.

Lynn turned off the stove and turned around.

The sight before him startled him slightly.

The sky has changed.

That face, which was always pale and delicate like a doll, now had a healthy, faint pink hue.

Those gray eyes, which were always filled with deathly stillness and unease, were now clear and bright, as if washed by a morning stream, reflecting his image.

The whole person seemed to be infused with a light called "life".

She tilted her head back, stood on tiptoe, and closed her incredibly beautiful eyes, her long eyelashes fluttering slightly like two small fans.

"Onii-chan...I want that..."

Lynn smiled helplessly.

"That" had become an unspoken code between the two.

He lowered his head and granted her request.