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Kuno Tachibana nodded, said nothing more, and turned back.
As soon as she returned to the classroom, Kurosawa Maki asked her where she had been.
"I talked to Kitahara-sensei and suggested we go out together during our individual activities."
"and then?"
Seeing her strange expression, an undisguised sense of pride suddenly welled up in my heart.
"He definitely agreed." Kuno Tachika himself didn't realize that his chest was puffing out as he said this.
"As expected of Tachibana, she easily accomplished what we couldn't!"
Kurosawa Maki exclaimed excitedly, "This is great! We'll have plenty of time to observe Kitahara-sensei's fetishes!"
"You're still thinking about this?" Nagasawa Miya complained, but her tone was tinged with a hint of anticipation.
"My mother always said that if you want to win a man's heart, you have to win his stomach first."
Kurosawa Maki chuckled and made a thinker's gesture, saying, "The best way is definitely to first understand his quirks."
Kuno Tachibana said, "Kitahara-sensei doesn't have any fetishes, so give up."
Kurosawa Maki retorted directly, "It's precisely because Tachibana doesn't have Kitahara-sensei's fetishes that he failed."
"Ugh!" Kuno Tachibana wanted to get angry, but Wen suppressed it.
"Let's begin the rescue plan for Tachibana!"
"what?"
Kurosawa Maki pulled out a pair of red-rimmed glasses from somewhere, put them on with a serious expression, and said:
"We can't work on the chest area, so we'll start with the clothes that day!"
"Your very first words have already made me unhappy!" Kuno Tachibana said excitedly.
Kurosawa Maki said:
"Question for Meiya: What do boys like girls to wear?"
"Hmm, a skirt?"
Misaki Nagasawa paused.
"Because I've only ever heard of 'boys like to reach for girls' skirts,' but I've never heard of 'boys like to reach for girls' pants.'"
"Okay! Li Hua will wear a sexy short skirt! Preferably one where her underwear is barely visible!"
As soon as Kurosawa Maki finished speaking, Goto Yu drew a pleated skirt fluttering in the wind on the draft paper.
"What is this horizontal line?" Kirishima Mai looked at her drawing; there was a horizontal line under her skirt.
Goto Yu simply said, "Tachibana's safety shorts."
"This, like this"
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"You can't wear safety shorts." Kurosawa Maki adjusted her glasses with her middle finger.
"No, no!" Kuno Tachibana said, her face flushed. "Go put them on yourself!"
“We’ll dress casually then, so as not to steal Li Hua’s thunder.”
Kurosawa Maki felt that her good friends had made a great sacrifice: "As a reward, Tachibana will treat us to a sand bath at night."
"This is utterly baffling!"
Kuno Tachibana stood up abruptly, placed his hands on the table, and said...
"Stop doing these pointless things! Go practice your playing properly. Maki, your tuba is not even up to Isogen-senpai's level. Get back to practicing!"
"That's not important, but you should still choose the colors of your underwear and bras carefully~~~"
Kuno Tachibana crossed his arms and said:
"I am speaking to you as the concertmaster of the orchestra!"
"Let's choose pure white? Tachibana will definitely look great in it."
"I think black lace might be better; the contrast is quite nice."
"I can't handle that, even Zhenyi's figure probably can't!"
"How about changing your hairstyle? My current short hair is so boring!"
"Wear a long wig? There are many styles."
"That's too deliberate. If you can't change your hairstyle, just use some pretty hair clips."
Kurosawa Maki and Nagasawa Mia were discussing it enthusiastically, even to the point of using hair removal cream to cleanse every inch of their bodies.
No matter how serious Kuno Tachibana's face was, it was no use saying anything; they were still racking their brains to "seduce" Kitahara-sensei, their best friend.
Kuno Tachibana sighed. Even if she succeeded in seducing him, Kitahara-sensei probably wouldn't stay because of her.
So what was the motivation for doing all this?
Is it true, as Kurosawa Maki said, that the ending doesn't matter? Is it just for the sake of having fun?
Kuno Tachibana glanced at Goto Yu's draft paper, where she was constantly drawing and revising as she listened to the absurd "suggestions" from the others.
It's quite pretty.
Chapter 360, 359. If they find out, I guess I'll just have to die (6-in-1)
Sunlight filtered through the sparse clouds, bathing the courtyard in a soft golden hue. Although the temperature was low today, the weather was lovely.
The cement road was dappled with golden leaves from the sycamore trees, and students strolled by in twos and threes, some carrying books, others chatting and laughing quietly.
Yuka Isomoto knew clearly that she might never see this kind of scenery again in her life. She sighed and couldn't help but become sentimental.
My gaze fell on Yu Shou, who was sitting in the first row, still writing furiously. The girl's ponytail was tied very high, and she looked very motivated.
She is so hardworking; with her entrance exam scores, getting into Hokkaido University would be no problem at all.
"I can only go to Sapporo University."
It wasn't meant to discriminate against Sapporo University; Yuka Isomoto knew perfectly well that what she was thinking was, "Because Professor Kitahara came from there, I want to take the exam too."
The more realistic reason is that, given her grades, Sapporo University is the most suitable university within her range; of course, Aomori University would also be acceptable.
However, if that's the case, it seems that it was indeed because of Kitahara-sensei that he chose to apply to Sapporo University.
How much is the tuition? How much will it cost to travel back to my hometown? Isn't it colder further north than Sapporo? If I want to meet up with Haruno and the others in the future, should we go south or have them go north?
A jumble of chaotic thoughts kept swirling in Yuka Isomoto's mind.
"Yuka."
For a moment, as she gazed absently out the window, a pleasant sound reached her ears. Turning her head, the first thing she saw was Saito Haruka's school uniform skirt and thighs.
Her thighs were a bit thicker than Tsukiyo's, but this thickness had a slightly fleshy feel that was extremely comfortable to the touch; they were very smooth and tender. This was Yuka Isomoto's impression after touching them.
Saito Harutori stood at her desk, leaning against the window, and said, "Did anything happen on the way?"
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Yuka Isomoto knew that she was asking about the night she and Kitahara-sensei went home.
I have indeed gained a lot.
For example, he and Kitahara-sensei revealed a lot to each other, and he realized that Kitahara-sensei was indeed very comfortable, that his own footwork was not shameful, and that his position in Kitahara-sensei's heart was not ordinary.
Of course, even more important is the little promise I made with Kitahara-sensei, a promise that takes a much higher priority than the one I made with Haruno.
"Yes, I'm very happy," Yuka Isomoto said with a vague smile.
"Really? That's good." Saito Harutori's smoky blue eyes were smiling. "Have you talked to him about going to Aomori together?"
Yuka Isomoto hesitated subconsciously for a moment, her feet, clad in indoor shoes, involuntarily brought together under the table, and she grinned, saying:
"Have."
Saito Harutori raised an eyebrow slightly and asked, "So, did he agree?"
“Yes, I agree,” said Yuka Isomoto.
"Really?"
Saito Haruka was quite surprised. In her mind, this matter was probably going to fall through, and she could only look for another suitable opportunity to make a move on Kitahara-sensei.
The smiling Saito Harutori, dressed in her uniform, looked at her, making Isomoto Yuka hold her breath, her gaze falling between her alluring legs.
Black pantyhose came into view, so close that the texture of every single fiber seemed clearly visible.
Although she had been surprised before, just how much did Haruno really want to be with Kitahara-sensei? Why was she so happy about just one thing?
The word "share" naturally formed in Yuka Isomoto's mind.
Should I really share him with my best friend?
"Yuka?" Saito Harutori asked, puzzled, when she didn't reply. "What's wrong? Did he make any demands?"
"Huh?" Yuka Isomoto quickly snapped out of her daze. "Yes, there really is."
Kitahara-sensei did indeed set conditions, namely that she would not be allowed to associate with Saito Harukori anymore.
Looking back now, Kitahara-sensei's words were relatively subtle at the time. If he had put it more seriously, he would have been warning her, "If you really like me, don't team up with Saito-kun to mess with me, or we're both completely finished."
Kitahara-sensei may not have meant it that way, but Isomoto Yuka would still think in that direction, so it's impossible for her to say it out loud.
Her motivation for teaming up with Saito Harutori was to forge a deeper connection with Kitahara-sensei; if he disliked her, everything would be over. He said he could only go for two days, and...
Yuka Isomoto spat out a mouthful of saliva, and her sock-covered soles suddenly began to sweat. (Seeking a book, please help. [The rest of the text appears to be unrelated and possibly machine-generated gibberish.])
She hates this habit; her feet sweat when she's nervous. It's okay when the weather is cold, but she can't stand it in the summer.
Fortunately, the day I helped Kitahara-sensei was a very cold day.
"And what?" Saito Harutori asked impatiently.
“He said if you continue like that, he won’t talk to you anymore.” Yuka Isomoto said this with a firm tone, her hands clenched inside the cabinet.
Saito Harutori sighed for a moment, then a look of utter distress crossed her face. It seemed she really intended to do something shady with Kitahara-sensei in Aomori.