Chapter 36: The Unshakable Person

Chapter 36: The Unshakable Person

In truth, there was no such thing as a person seeming to change into a different personality the moment they got drunk.

At most, it only released without restraint a side that already existed in the depths of their heart. Alcohol made the brain lose control over one’s emotions, so many things one usually wanted to do but did not dare to do, things one hesitated over because of all kinds of concerns, seemed to lose their shackles and thus became bold and perverse.

Of course, this was not to say that drinking too much was a good thing.

Quite the opposite.

More often, because one lost control over emotions, it became easier for people to do many stupid things they would regret after waking up.

Yatsuno Gen did not know whether this counted as this woman Sakuraba Yuki’s expression of release, but he knew that after she sobered up tomorrow, this woman would definitely regret it.

The young woman, who could only stand steadily by relying on Yatsuno Gen’s strength, gave off a fragrance mixed with alcohol all over her body. Her body was excessively soft. If he did not use a little strength, it seemed she might slip out of his palm.

So holding her waist tightly and letting her lean against his chest really was not for taking advantage.

Really not.

“Where is your home?”

Yatsuno Gen asked in a low voice.

Sakuraba Yuki raised her somewhat hazy, beautiful eyes and glanced at the young man.

She leaned close to Yatsuno Gen’s ear, only needing to stand on tiptoe, and seeming slightly strained.

Yatsuno Gen heard what she said, and the breath belonging to her also covered him. It was somewhat damp and warm.

Her body also brushed lightly against him. This woman, already graceful and well-proportioned in figure, was undoubtedly a very tempting test.

Just how had heaven studied the creature known as woman? Even someone with his personality and experiences could feel the danger and restless stirring she brought him.

Yatsuno Gen could only turn his head away, escape this improper atmosphere, then call a taxi and quickly bring this woman into the car.

The driver in front seemed to glance rather enviously at Yatsuno Gen in the back, as well as the woman who leaned directly against his shoulder as soon as she got into the car.

However, Yatsuno Gen’s expression was very cold, and he also carefully draped the shirt jacket Sakuraba Yuki had taken off over her front, so the driver in front stopped making himself unwelcome and drove honestly.

At a time like this, Yatsuno Gen would sigh with feeling. Beauty seemed to be a treasure bestowed upon women by heaven, but to a certain extent, it also became a disaster that destroyed them.

For example, what Kazama Sakura had encountered before.

It seemed that only a small portion of girls like Asagiri Rin could accurately and powerfully protect themselves. But even she might not necessarily be without scars.

Looking at the night scenery flying past outside the window, Sakuraba Yuki beside him seemed to have entered a muddled sleep in the steadily moving taxi. She leaned against his shoulder, her eyes slightly closed.

Those long eyelashes trembled gently, and her lips, pressed together, shone with an alluring color, looking like very delicious jelly. She leaned against him very closely, as though she trusted and depended on being by his side completely, and also as though she were unconsciously seeking some missing warmth.

Yatsuno Gen did not look for too long. The car soon arrived at its destination.

It was not a place located in the city center, but compared with his old apartment, it was much better. It could be considered a single apartment suitable for modern urban men and women.

Carrying Sakuraba Yuki upstairs in his arms was not particularly strenuous. Yatsuno Gen did not fuss over whether this kind of contact was intimate. It was not as if he had made her get drunk. Excessively pursuing whether one was gentlemanly in unnecessary places was an act of making things difficult for oneself.

Just like cultivating a cultivation method had also never pursued a pure heart, few desires, or long-term vegetarianism.

“We’re here. Where are the keys?”

Yatsuno Gen asked.

The woman in his arms seemed to have developed dependence on this embrace, reluctant even to lift her face from Yatsuno Gen’s chest.

Only after Yatsuno Gen urged her twice did she reluctantly lift her bag and begin searching.

“The keys... the keys are...”

Clatter.

They were directly turned over onto the ground. Sakuraba Yuki immediately went anxiously to pick them up, but before Yatsuno Gen could move,

he saw Sakuraba Yuki’s legs go weak, and she collapsed onto the ground on her backside. Seeing that the drunk woman was about to give up entirely and simply lie down on the floor, Yatsuno Gen bent down, directly scooped up her waist, and easily lifted her horizontally into his arms.

Sakuraba Yuki froze for a moment, then opened her hazy, beautiful eyes and looked at Yatsuno Gen nearby.

“...You’re so strong.”

Yatsuno Gen had thought she would scold him, or sober up and immediately avoid this kind of contact. What kind of reaction was this?

Did she know that he was holding her?

“Teacher Sakuraba, are you drunk or awake?”

he asked helplessly.

He slightly loosened his other hand and set Sakuraba Yuki steadily on the ground. Her feet still seemed somewhat weak, and she could still only rely on his other arm.

“Uu... of course I’m not drunk. How could I possibly be made drunk by you, you brat? I’m very sober...”

Fortunately, she knew who he was.

As she spoke, her head sank down again, leaning against Yatsuno Gen’s chest. Her hair somewhat disturbed the young man’s neck, thin strands of itchiness, like a little cat teasing you while you were sleeping.

As soon as he heard this, Yatsuno Gen knew she had drunk too much, and he was too lazy to argue. He picked up the keys, opened the door, helped the woman in his arms inside, and at the same time switched on the lights in the room.

Perhaps because it had not been long since she rented it, the apartment was not large, but it was very clean and tidy. Everything was placed neatly and in order. The first thing that entered the eye was the pile of books stacked on a simple bookshelf, a dazzling assortment.

On the bay window, a vase held a lily that had not yet withered.

The air in the room was not damp and had no moldy smell either. Instead, there was a faint fragrance. It was similar to the fragrance on Sakuraba Yuki.

Yatsuno Gen placed her on the sofa, finally no longer needing to hold her. It seemed that holding such a beauty in one’s arms ought to be a kind of enjoyment, but Yatsuno Gen felt the existence of a certain instinctive impulse. This was somewhat awkward.

As soon as she sat on the sofa, she turned her head, hugged a cushion, and fell sideways. Her slightly curled long hair now also looked messy as it spread down, covering her entire face.

Yatsuno Gen looked around, then came before Sakuraba Yuki, whose breathing was somewhat rapid, crouched down, looked at her flushed face, and said, “Do you have honey at home?”

Her lips opened and closed, and he had no idea what she was saying. Yatsuno Gen simply gave up.

He directly stood up and went to the kitchen. In the refrigerator, he found lemon and honey, cut the whole lemon into pieces, then poured in honey, and then boiled a pot of water.

After pouring it into a cup, Yatsuno Gen pressed both hands closely against the cup wall. Then one could see obvious steam rising, the temperature gradually lowering. After it was almost at a temperature suitable to drink, he returned to the living room.

“Get up. Drink the water.”

Yatsuno Gen urged her, but Sakuraba Yuki merely opened her eyes and glanced at the young man.

Then she directly turned over.

“Don’t touch me~”

It was almost like acting spoiled, leaving Yatsuno Gen stunned.

Good grief, was this a twenty-seven or twenty-eight-year-old teacher?

If someone said she had only just graduated from elementary school, Yatsuno Gen would believe it.

With no other choice, Yatsuno Gen first set the cup of water down properly, then directly reached out and forcefully turned Sakuraba Yuki back over.

Then he supported this woman’s neck and brought the cup to her lips.

“Be good. Drink some water.”

Sakuraba Yuki’s delicate, palm-sized face was still slightly wrinkled, as though she was somewhat dissatisfied that Yatsuno Gen had disturbed her sleepiness. She muttered, “What... I can’t drink anymore. I really can’t drink anymore... Uu, my head is so dizzy...”

“Listen to me. After you drink it, your head won’t be dizzy anymore.”

“Really?”

She opened her eyes a little wider, appearing especially innocent.

“Mm. Really. Be good.”

Only in the young man’s gentle tone did she finally open her mouth. Yatsuno Gen fed the water little by little between her lips, while the hand supporting the back of her neck began to brew a warm current.

Then one could clearly see a wave of hot air rising behind her.

In fact, Yatsuno Gen had long wanted to use his inner breath to help this woman sober up. It was just that earlier, they had been outside, and he also did not want to draw other people’s attention. Moreover, Sakuraba Yuki did not know his secret, and he did not want to provoke suspicion for no reason.

It seemed that if one possessed something extraordinary, one should pay attention to one’s words and actions and keep as low a profile as possible. But he did not like being that cautious.

Just like when he had dealt with those two secretly filming bloggers before. Displaying power, as long as it did not reach an especially outrageous degree, could achieve a deterrent effect and better avoid some trouble.

After she had drunk almost all the water in the cup, Yatsuno Gen also released his hand and let her continue lying on the sofa.

He did not directly carry her into the bedroom. He only picked up a blanket from the side and covered her with it. Sakuraba Yuki, hugging the cushion, was still smacking her lips, seemingly clinging to the sweet taste that had just been by her lips.

After finishing all this, Yatsuno Gen had no intention of staying, and it was even more impossible for him to guard beside the sofa and wait for her to wake up. In weather like this, she should not catch a cold casually. If she really did get chilled, it would count as giving this woman a lesson.

Seriously. She liked drinking and yet was terrible at it. Did she often get this drunk outside too?

“Teacher Sakuraba, I’ll go back first.”

The young man stood up, preparing to leave.

But.

Tap.

At this moment, Sakuraba Yuki’s hand reached out and grabbed the young man’s wrist.

Yatsuno Gen hesitated for a moment and turned his head to look at her. At some unknown point, Sakuraba Yuki had slightly opened her eyes. In those hazy eyes, there were specks of starlight.

Her lips opened and closed, her voice immersed and drowning.

“I have never gotten drunk in front of anyone before. Why do you make people feel so at ease?”

Yatsuno Gen did not know whether she was speaking drunken words or was awake.

He merely turned around, bent down, and gazed at her.

He watched her laboriously lift that beautiful, slender hand, using her fingertips to gently touch the young man’s face. It was as though Yatsuno Gen, who was clearly close before her eyes, had become unreachable starlight, something she could not touch even if she exhausted all her strength.

She closed her eyes again.

And said in a low voice,

“When a person is inviolable, untemptable, and unshakable...”

Tap.

Her palm still fell down.

She closed her eyes, her breathing began to deepen, and her eyelashes no longer trembled, as though she had fallen into an infant-like sleep.

Yatsuno Gen frowned and glanced at her.

Then he shook his head and stood up again.

Her final sentence had not been finished. Yatsuno Gen left the room with very light steps and closed the door.

Standing in the elevator, looking at the floor numbers gradually descending,

he said in a low voice,

“When a person is inviolable, untemptable, and unshakable, there is something charming about him.”

From Hannah Arendt.

So what did she mean by saying that sentence?

A reunion after a long separation certainly made people joyful, but it did not seem to have reached this degree.

Or was it about the past?

He shook his head and sighed.

“She’d better have really been drunk.”

When sunlight shone into the room,

the woman with disheveled hair sat blankly on the sofa.

Her head did not hurt.

Her complexion was also fine, carrying a lingering, beautiful charm like Sleeping Beauty when first waking.

But her eyes were trembling, until she could not help using both hands to hold her cheeks.

“I actually got drunk in front of him?!”

“After not seeing him for so long, I got drunk as soon as we met again?!”

“Did I act crazy while drunk?”

“Did I say strange things?”

“Or something even more excessive...”

She could not help lowering her head to look at her own body. It was completely intact, and there were very few wrinkles in her clothes.

Her expression became somewhat strange.

“Is his character too good, or do I have no charm?”