*Chapter 365: Yui's Apology*

After Ms. Nozomi Sasaki sat down across from him, a captivating scent of perfume wafted over.

Her short skirt rubbed against her skin, making a barely audible sound, like a lover’s lips softly brushing past the ear, or akin to the concept of "great sound is hard to hear" described in Laozi's Tao Te Ching.

From Link's perspective, he could clearly see Ms. Sasaki's kneeling posture.

Her knees were together in a duck-like sitting position, causing her skirt to ride up slightly.

There seemed to be a hint of something enticingly white.

Because of this, Ms. Nozomi Sasaki had to repeatedly pull her skirt down, but it seemed to have a mind of its own, springing back up even more.

“Hmph!”

As Link was sneaking a glance, the other teacher also glared at him, her eyes full of scrutiny, as if testing his self-control as a student.

Link smiled softly. To avoid disappointing Yui-chan, he straightened his back and focused intently, beginning to follow Yui-sensei’s lesson on the names of various household items in Japanese: a wardrobe is ようふくだんす, a kitchen cabinet is しょっきだな, a double bed is ダブルベッド, and so on.

Seeing his concentration, Yui-chan nodded in satisfaction, increasingly convinced that Link-san was a moral and well-mannered person. Even if he were a playboy, it wouldn’t be his fault, but rather the result of some bad women trying to seduce him.

Thinking of bad women, Yui-chan glanced disapprovingly at Nozomi Sasaki-san beside her. This was a classroom, and for an assistant teacher to dress like this was too improper. If someone didn’t know better, they might think they were filming an adult movie here.

But Nozomi Sasaki-san didn’t care about her gaze. She was also focused on flipping through the booklet, listening to Link's Japanese practice.

Whenever Link made a pronunciation mistake, she would turn her body slightly and correct him in a sweet yet stern voice. She would also teach him to make sentences with the new vocabulary.

For example, a double bed is a bed that can fit two people lying side by side; they can’t stack on top of each other to sleep—that would be a single bed.

Bathtub: a basin where the teacher, after a long day at work, would undress and soak.

The faucet is where water comes out of the pipe. Depending on its function, some are a few centimeters long, while others are several dozen, and they come in various shapes.

At first, Yui-chan didn’t notice anything wrong, but after listening for a while, she realized that these examples were a bit suggestive, easily leading to improper thoughts.

“Ahem!”

Yui-chan cleared her throat, her face stern as she lightly tapped the table with her fingers, signaling her to be more mindful.

Nozomi Sasaki-san didn’t make eye contact with her, continuing to teach Link Japanese on her own. Sometimes she would lean closer to Link or pout her pink lips and softly scold him, making some rather enticing gestures.

And then there was her skirt.

Yui-chan couldn’t help but discreetly pull it down a bit, trying to cover some of the areas that shouldn’t be exposed.

But her thighs were quite full, and the skirt wouldn’t budge.

Yui-chan held back for a long time. Finally, when the half-hour break came, she told Link to stay and review the new words and sentences while she dragged Sasaki-san by the arm to the adjacent lounge.

She closed the door.

“Nozomi-san, what are you doing?”

Yui-chan glared at Nozomi Sasaki, angrily questioning her.

“No, Yui-san, what are you doing?”

Nozomi Sasaki crossed her arms and calmly responded.

Her actual height was one centimeter shorter than Yui-chan’s, but she was wearing high heels, making her two centimeters taller at the moment. She looked down into Yui-chan’s eyes with a slightly provocative smile on her lips.

*"Me? Of course, I'm teaching. Now I'm asking you a question—answer me."*

Yui-chan looked at her without backing down.

*"I'm also teaching!"*

*"But... but you're dressed like this and constantly seducing Mr. Beck. How can that be considered teaching? You're clearly trying to seduce him! Don't forget that Mr. Beck is our student. Is this how a teacher should behave?"*

Yui-san pointed at her exposed cleavage and long white legs.

*"Yui-chan, have you forgotten Mr. Tanihara's mission? How else are we supposed to complete the task if we don't do this?"*

Nozomi Sasaki said.

Yui-chan was stunned for a moment, suddenly recalling Mr. Tanihara Yasue's mission: they were supposed to get close to Link and find a way to extract his seeds to improve the genetic pool of the Great Harmony race. What Nozomi Sasaki-san was doing was part of the mission, so it wasn't exactly wrong.

*"But... couldn't we take our time with this? Like, build a relationship first, get to know each other better, develop mutual affection, and then naturally progress to a relationship? Wouldn't that be better?"*

*"Build a relationship?"*

Nozomi Sasaki let out a cold laugh, leaning in so close that their noses almost touched.

*"Yui-chan, are you here to fall in love? Our goal in getting close to him is to steal something from him. Does it really matter whether you love him or not? Do you think it's more noble to wait until you fall in love with him before stealing from him?"*

Yui-chan opened her mouth, but she didn't know how to respond.

Their intention in getting close to Mr. Beck was far from pure—they were supposed to steal something from him, something very important.

So, whether they loved him or not, they were still thieves, and Link was the victim.

If she waited until Link loved her before stealing from him, it would mean not only stealing his seed but also his love.

If she waited until she loved him before stealing, it would mean hurting the person she loved under the guise of love.

No matter which option she chose, it was a disgraceful act.

So Sasaki-san was right—if she didn't love him and he didn't love her, then having a relationship purely for the task might cause less harm.

But the idea of having a relationship without love was something Yui-chan couldn't accept.

*"Nozomi-san, don't you feel wronged by doing this? I know you're not the kind of person who takes things lightly. Maybe we could talk to Mr. Beck and propose a deal. For example, we could ask him to voluntarily give us what we need. In biology class, they taught us that it’s something that gets produced every month and doesn’t run out."*

Yui-chan blinked her big eyes, suddenly thinking her suggestion was brilliant.

Mr. Beck seemed like a nice person, easy to talk to. If they explained everything to him and asked for his help, he might not refuse. That way, she wouldn’t have to do anything bad or feel guilty.

*"Big-faced girl, how could you be so naive and still become a big star?"*

Nozomi Sasaki stared at her and asked.

*"What?"*

*"Would you casually give away your own child? Not to mention that Mr. Beck is a billionaire. According to the law, even illegitimate children can have inheritance rights sometimes. Do you think he would willingly hand over some of his offspring to the Japanese government, only to have them later claim part of his fortune?"*

Yui-chan thought for a moment and realized her idea was indeed naive. If Mr. Beck were really that generous, Mr. Tanihara Yasue and his team would have already obtained his genes. But was there any better way besides this?

*"Yui-san, do you even want to accept this mission? If you do, then let’s compete fairly. If you don’t, then don’t get in my way and stop me from completing the task."*

Nozomi Sasaki questioned.

Yui-san blinked her big eyes, thinking hard. Then, she suddenly stepped back two paces, bent over, and solemnly bowed to Nozomi Sasaki at a ninety-degree angle.

*"Nozomi-san! Please!"*

Nozomi Sasaki blinked expressionlessly, then walked out with sexy strides. Her short suit skirt, perky hips, and white thighs made her look very seductive.

In the past, Yui-chan would have looked down on her for being a flirtatious woman, but now she only felt respect.

Nozomi Sasaki-san was willing to sacrifice her body for the sake of her country and people. Compared to herself, who only cared about her own feelings and personal romance, ignoring the needs of the country and her family, Nozomi was truly admirable, while she was selfish.

Yui-chan sighed, brushed her bangs, and gathered her energy before heading back out.

Click!

In the small living room, Link used the remote control to turn off the screen and continued practicing his Japanese.

When Yui-chan entered the living room and saw him still practicing, without moving an inch, she secretly praised Link-san as a good man. He was strong, excellent, wealthy, and so diligent in his studies, always striving for improvement.

Stealing from him would definitely cause guilt.

Yui-chan sighed lightly, composed herself, and continued teaching Link Japanese. Her voice was clear and sweet, as if she were reading lines from a script.

Nozomi Sasaki-san also gradually moved from across the room to sit beside Link, her pale fingers guiding him word by word, more diligently than any of his elementary school teachers.

Sometimes, when he made a mistake, Ms. Sasaki would lightly tap his shoulder with a small fist, playfully scolding him to be more serious, all while continuously offering him a view of the scenery inside her neckline and gently rubbing her knee against his.

Link suppressed his rising urges, quietly reading the booklet, curious to see what the two of them would do next.

*この歌はどうですか*

*How do you like this song?*

*いつしゃんはいをたちましたか。*

*When did you leave Shanghai?*

*にほんは始（はじ）めてですか？*

*Is this your first time in Japan?*

The lesson continued for nearly an hour. Nozomi Sasaki-san told Yui-chan that she needed to stay and give Link extra tutoring and asked Yui-chan if she could prepare some food.

Yui-chan glanced at her, blushed, grabbed her booklet, and ran upstairs without looking back.

*"Link-san, please turn the booklet to the next page. Let’s preview tomorrow’s lesson."*

Nozomi Sasaki-chan said sweetly.

*"Okay, Ms. Sasaki."*

Link smiled brightly, reached out, grabbed Yui-chan's soft waist, and lowered his head to kiss her cherry-like lips.

(End of this chapter)