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The store is closed, but he has the key.
Ascending the stairs to the second floor, we arrived at Shinomiya Haruka's usual residence. In the not-so-large living room, Shinomiya Haruka was sleeping on the sofa.
A pair of beautiful legs peeked out from under a black miniskirt, and the shirt on her chest bulged like a plump fruit, especially the cleavage, which was slightly wrinkled due to her sleeping position.
Haruka Shinomiya had an orange square cushion between her legs, and a round cushion nestled in her arms, her delicate face pressed against them.
Kitahara Hakuba stepped forward, a hint of teasing in his eyes, and pinched her cherry-colored lips.
"Hmm...::::" Shinomiya Haruka groaned for a while, then lowered her face.
Kitahara Hakuma placed his handbag on the table, sat on the sofa, put her feet on his lap, and tickled her smooth, delicate soles as if he were pricking an itch.
"Stop fooling around." Shinomiya Haruka lazily opened her eyes, raised her hand to brush away the strands of hair stuck to her lips, and said, "You finally decided to come see me today?"
Kitahara Hakuma gently kneaded her calves and said:
"I've been coming here quite often lately, haven't I?"
"And then spend all night in the mixing studio?"
Shinomiya Haruka's toes lifted the hem of his clothes, retaliating by tickling his stomach.
"Is my bed not comfortable?"
Kitahara Hakuma grabbed her foot with his hand, slowly lowered his body, and his right hand traveled up her ankle, disappearing into her black skirt.
"Dear sister, when will you become super rich so you can support me for the rest of my life?"
Shinomiya Haruka scooted further into the sofa, making room for him to lie down, and put her arm around his waist, saying:
"Good brother, what does being rich look like in your mind?"
"I can do anything I want, and I can buy anything I can buy."
“I still can’t have the ability to have influence in both politics and business.” Shinomiya Haruka lazily rested her head on his chest, letting his hands explore inside her skirt. “But I can make sure you don’t have to worry about making a living.”
Kitahara Hakuba pretended to get up: "Sister, you don't have enough money. I'm going to find another girl."
Shinomiya Haruka clamped him between her long, slender legs, her snow-white toes adorably wiggling up and down:
"I want to eat pan-fried salmon and stir-fried minced meat with chives."
“Hmm,” Kitahara Hakuba responded.
Upon entering the kitchen, I skillfully opened the cupboards and found various condiments.
Now he has a lot of money and a beautiful girlfriend, but he's so busy he can't go home. When he has free time, he doesn't have many friends to go out with, except for his colleagues and peers.
All I can do is come to my girlfriend's place for a meal, chat for a while, and then leave again.
Is this what it means for a teacher to choose to work in a different city...?
We spent some time eating, and then Shinomiya Haruka and I snuggled up in the room playing "Two People Go Together".
When they reached the toolbox mini-boss, the two of them ran around wildly on the narrow wooden planks, only to be hit squarely by a shovel.
“We were torn apart by a shovel,” Kitahara Hakuba said.
Why do you keep coming here for no reason?
"The space is so small, I'll die if I don't run to you."
"So you mean you want to drag me down with you?"
“Yaobao, you weren’t always so unreasonable.”
"If you truly loved me, you wouldn't have let me die."
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I played games at Shinomiya Haruka's house for more than two hours, and when I got up again it was almost 10 p.m.
"I am leaving."
"Not staying tonight?"
"No, I'm afraid I won't be able to control myself." Kitahara Hakuma kissed her on the lips.
After leaving the music store, Kitahara Hakuba took out his phone. Saito Haruka sent him a message every ten minutes or so, all asking when he could come over.
But he didn't make a phone call.
She lived on the way home from Kitahara Hakuba.
Upon arriving at the two-story apartment building where Saito Harukori lived, Kitahara Hakuba memorized her room number and walked up the stairs.
Arriving at the door, I pressed the doorbell.
Soon, you could hear the dull thud of footsteps on the floor coming from inside.
With a cold "click," the lock turned, and the door in front of him opened wide, facing Kitahara Hakuba.
A faint scent of lavender shower gel lingered in his nostrils, and before him stood Saito Haruka, wearing a sheer white nightgown with laces.
Her bare shoulders were as smooth and beautiful as jade, and there was not a single bite mark on her legs. Through the high-quality fabric, one could vaguely see the plum blossoms on the girl's pert breasts.
When those clear, dark eyes met Kitahara Hakuba's gaze, they instantly shone with a gentle light, and his lips parted in a smile like a blooming flower.
"You're back."
Kitahara Hakuba was still standing outside the door, his brows furrowed slightly. What did he mean by "you're back"?
And since she's not wearing anything underneath, is she planning to do something to herself?
"Come in."
Saito Harutori reached out and took his arm, pulling him in from outside, and then closed the door behind her.
Kitahara Hakuba stood in the entrance hall. Unlike the last time he accompanied her to sign the lease with the landlord, this room was clean and tidy.
The floor was covered with a sponge-backed composite carpet, the tables, chairs and beds were all newly added, and even the walls were covered with decorative wallpaper featuring green leaf patterns.
"Teacher Kitahara, lift your feet up, I'll help you take off your shoes."
Saito Harutori knelt in the entryway, having already placed slippers that fit his size aside.
Kitahara Hakuba looked down at her from his high vantage point.
As the gaze descends, the rounded shape of the fruit on the branch is fully revealed beneath the sexy slip dress, making it all the more dazzling when viewed alongside Kuno Tachibana.
"I will do it myself."
Even if Kitahara Hakuba was stupid, he knew that Saito Harutori was doing it on purpose. If he fell into her ambiguous trap at this moment, he would be finished.
Saito Harutori didn't stop her, and said with a smile:
"Please have a seat, Mr. Kitahara. Would you like something to drink?"
"No, it's too late to drink."
There was only a chair that looked like it was used for doing homework, so Kitahara Hakuba simply knelt down on the carpet.
"do not do that."
Saito Harutori quickly picked up the pillow from the bed and handed it to him, saying,
"It will feel better if you put this under your legs."
Kitahara Hakuba paused for a moment, wondering if it was the pillow she used to sleep on.
But I still pressed it under my legs; kneeling like this is more comfortable.
"The decorations here are nice; it feels like a completely different place," he remarked casually.
“Well, since I’ll be staying here regularly, it’s important that I feel comfortable,” Saito Harutori said.
How much did these cost?
"More than 400,000... It's all thanks to Kitahara-sensei's money."
"It's okay, we can ask for more if it's not enough."
"It seems like Kitahara-sensei is a little late?" Saito Harutori was fiddling with something in the entryway.
"some things."
Her undergarments hung on the windowsill, the beauty of the young girl against her skin was breathtaking.
So it turns out that Saito Harukori also wears black lace.
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Kitahara Hakuba looked away, trying to take a deep breath to calm herself, but her room seemed to be filled with a strong floral fragrance.
It can even make people feel unsteady on their feet and dizzy.
It tastes like a blend of honey from a hundred flowers on your tongue, making you want to drink it all in one gulp.
"What's wrong? Why didn't you tell me beforehand? I've been waiting for so long."
Her words, tinged with the complaints of a sheltered young woman, drifted into his ears. Kitahara Hakuba instinctively looked up and said bluntly:
"I'm at my girlfriend's house."
Saito Harutori's smile clearly faded as she walked over carrying a plate containing an exquisite fruit cake.
"If you don't come tonight, the flavor will change by tomorrow."
"It's getting late, let's talk about your university application." Kitahara Hakuba spoke slowly, as if addressing a club member.
However, Saito Harutori was indeed one of his members.
“If Kitahara-sensei wants to continue teaching at Shin-Asahi, then I will apply to Sapporo University.”
Saito Haruka raised her hand to stroke a strand of hair, and said with a smile,
"Traveling by train is quick, and so is meeting you."
"Don't think about me, think about yourself." Kitahara Hakuba picked up a piece of cake.
The bulge from not wearing clothes was too bothersome, so I had to eat cake to distract myself.
Seeing that he was actually eating, Saito Haruka leaned forward slightly, rested her elbows on the table, and cupped his charming, wifely face, saying:
"I want to be with Kitahara-sensei."
"You said I was practically investing in you, right?" Kitahara Hakuba suddenly said.