I play the wind instrument in Hokkaido.

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These two girls were too bold. In the eyes of others, they were probably overdoing it, too embarrassing, and lacked any of the modesty and politeness that girls should have.

But should I look down on them just because they act like this? Nagase Tsukiyo thought, lowering her eyes slightly.

She might want to do the same thing deep down, but she can't completely hide herself with such a "shabby" facade, which is why she's jealous.

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My jealousy of something may simply stem from the fact that the root of my jealousy is my own weakness.

Nagase Tsukiyo didn't want to act in a conventional way, but perhaps in the eyes of these girls, the desire to get close to Kitahara-sensei was more important than the strange looks from others.

Having spent so much time with Kitahara-sensei, Nagase Tsukiyo had come to understand a little bit about it.

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"No matter how despicable your actions may be, it's always better than regretting your inaction later."

Thinking of this, Nagase Tsukiyo suddenly felt relieved, suppressing the jealousy that was rising in her heart, and looked at the two girls with extremely gentle eyes. "Goodbye, Kitahara-sensei!" The two girls waved.

"Okay, goodbye."

Kitahara Hakuba waved back, then turned to Nagase Tsukiyo with some difficulty and said...

"I'm sorry, I'm actually not very good at handling this kind of situation. I'm still too inexperienced in this area."

He wasn't lying. Every time he went out to compete and got entangled with other players, it was always Yu Shou, this girl, who made a strong appearance to help him out.

But with her not by his side, Kitahara Hakuba couldn't quite process what was happening for a while.

I thought Nagase Tsukiyo would say a few words, but to my surprise, she just stood there awkwardly and even helped take pictures.

Nagase Tsukiyo smiled and shook her head, saying:

"There's absolutely no need to apologize. It's a good thing that everyone likes Kitahara-sensei. Besides, this might be a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for both of them and Kitahara-sensei."

Nagase Tsukiyo's words surprised Kitahara Hakuba, who raised an eyebrow in surprise and nodded with a sense of empathy, saying:

"It seems I think the same way as you."

The world is so big, he never knows which stranger he will connect with tomorrow, or what wonderful surprises will unfold.

"Because the 'event' caused by the occasional overlap of this moment, that time, and those conditions is extremely rare. To put it another way, perhaps this is something that must be experienced in life?"

Although refusing might make him seem cold and arrogant, since we've already met, participating wholeheartedly is also an option.

Mr. Kitahara seemed very pleased, which made Nagase Tsukiyo feel cheerful, and the air she breathed in felt very fresh.

It's a miracle that I actually felt like I'd won back some ground in his heart.

She longed to tell Kitahara-sensei, "Should I become more mature?" and receive his overflowing tenderness in return.

But then I thought, perhaps a truly mature girl doesn't need to raise her hand high to attract attention like a child crossing a pedestrian crossing.

All you need to do is let this maturity become a kind of aura, and let him discover it.

The setting sun cast a soft glow on the Nagase family courtyard, but without a trace of heat.

Nagase Tsukiyo's body passed through the dividing line of light and shadow separated by the house, and he reached out his finger to unlock the fingerprint electronic lock.

It was Kitahara Hakuba's first time entering Nagase's house, but he wasn't nervous at all.

He stood beside Nagase Tsukiyo. The girl squatted down, her slender calves and rounded thighs pressed together, forming a soft curve with an unintentional beauty.

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Kitahara Hakuba looked down at her, and the sensation of her beautiful legs pressing against him was just as shocking as the stimulation Saito Haruka had given him in the bathroom.

They are all beautiful and alluring.

However, Nagase Tsukiyo did not notice the gaze behind her. Her slender fingers gently touched the heel of her shoe, pressed down, and her jade-like foot, wrapped in white lace socks, lifted slightly.

The white socks complemented the girl's skin, exuding a pure and youthful aura, along with a faint fragrance emanating from the soles of her shoes.

Every inch of it exuded an irresistible attraction, and he somewhat understood why some people enjoyed licking young girls' feet.

Kitahara Hakuba wasn't just making things up, because when Nagase Tsukiyo took off her shoes, he did indeed smell a fragrance.

Do wealthy people really take special care about their smell? Do they even wash their feet with milk?

In short, he now understood that the stench emanating from the lunchboxes outside the first music classroom in the summer was definitely not for Nagase Tsukiyo.

"Teacher Kitahara, please wear these."

Unaware of being watched, Nagase Tsukiyo opened the shoe cabinet next to him and took out a pair of slippers that looked suitable for him.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome."

He then noticed that Nagase Tsukiyo's white socks had a faint pattern.

Nagase Tsukiyo didn't take off her white socks; she put them directly into her slippers and walked lightly into the living room, only to find that no one was there.

Kitahara Hakuba stepped into the entrance hall and said softly, "Excuse me."

The living room was decorated in a fairly ordinary way, without anything particularly extravagant.

The only thing that catches the eye is the crystal chandelier hanging in the center of the ceiling, its crystal-clear water-based chips shimmering brilliantly under the refraction of light.

"Aren't your family members home?" Kitahara Hakuba asked.

"Excuse me, wait a minute," Nagase Tsukiyo said, pulling out her phone and making a call somewhat anxiously.

The other party answered quickly, said "busy" a few times, and then hung up, leaving Nagase Tsukiyo standing there helplessly.

"Nase Tsukiyo's ears were flushed pink. She had told her family yesterday that Kitahara-sensei was coming today and that they should treat him well, but in the end, she was all alone at home."

Kitahara Hakuba wasn't embarrassed. Being alone with a female student in the same house wasn't something he'd done before.

It's funny to think about, but he's gotten used to it.

Having experienced all the most thrilling things, being alone with Nagase Tsukiyo now felt like returning to the beginner's village.

It's quite pleasant.

"It's alright, no need to serve us food. Should we cook in your room, or do you have a special place to cook at home?" Kitahara Hakuba asked. Nagase Tsukiyo's toes, encased in white socks, were curled up, and she nervously held her phone to her chest.

"What? What are you doing?"

Kitahara Hakuba sighed and said, "Didn't you ask me to come? It must be about the exam, right?"

"Oh, yes."

Nagase Tsukiyo's lips pursed slightly, her heart pounding violently in her chest, her long, white legs exposed to the air gradually warming up. "There's a piano room in my attic, you can go there."

"Okay, sure."

Kitahara Hakuba nodded, but then noticed that she stood still after she finished speaking, her eyes slightly darting around, carrying a sense of responsibility that was both expectant and fearful.

Does this girl think I'm going to mess with her later?

No, Nagase is a very well-behaved girl. In her heart, she must be a gentleman. She's just shy, Kitahara Hakuba thought.

"Take some drinks up with you to replenish your fluids," Kitahara Hakuba reminded him.

"Okay!" Nagase Tsukiyo finally moved.

"Not iced."

"Row."

So obedient.

"Would barley tea be alright?" Nagase Tsukiyo asked, taking out a small bottle.

"This would be even better. Let's go."

"kindness."

Nagase Tsukiyo nodded and led Kitahara Hakuba up the stairs. The girl's skirt swayed gently with the movement of her thighs, each sway teasing his nerves.

The evil part of my mind was yelling for me to look quickly, while the serious part was completely silent.

Kitahara Hakuba swore that he didn't want to look at it at first, but his gaze was involuntarily drawn to it.

The girl's skirt swayed gently with her steps, the glimpses of her figure as if lightly veiled by a thin gauze, yet exuding a hazy beauty.

This feeling of something about to appear but not yet appearing is too difficult to grasp.

Then, it was finally noticed that Nagase Tsukiyo was wearing white lace-trimmed safety shorts, and not the kind that clung tightly to her buttocks.

It is a breathable and comfortable model.

In just a moment, Kitahara Hakuba's interest waned considerably, and his previously trembling nerves gradually relaxed.

He had thought he'd get a glimpse of Nagase Tsukiyo's underwear, but he hadn't expected it to be covered by safety shorts.

Wait, no, that's not right.

How could he have such thoughts about a polite girl like Nagase?

Feeling deeply ashamed, Kitahara Hakuba raised his hand and grabbed a handful of hair. During his last intimate encounter with Eri, she hadn't been wearing safety shorts, which was why he felt so excited.

But now that Nagase Tsukiyo is wearing safety shorts, he feels bored. Is that normal?

Logically speaking, it would be normal for Nagase Tsukiyo to be wearing safety shorts. Eri reduced the amount of fabric last time to make him feel more comfortable from friction.

That's why I deliberately didn't wear safety shorts.

He's the abnormal one, and he's also the one who takes advantage of others.

Just as Kitahara Hakuma was filled with deep self-reproach, Nagase Tsukiyo suddenly raised her hands and, as if by instinct, tightly covered the skirt that covered her buttocks.

Is the reaction that slow? I've already finished watching it.

"When it's time for that hug?"

Nagase Tsukiyo gently rubbed her fingers on her skirt, trying to regain her composure, but waves of regret washed over her like a tidal wave.

She regretted covering her skirt. Unlike those teenage boys, Kitahara-sensei was not like them, always looking under girls' skirts when going upstairs.

This must have really hurt Kitahara-sensei's feelings.

"What's there to apologize for?" Kitahara Hakuba looked at her, puzzled.

Nagase Tsukiyo's face turned bright red. She couldn't bring herself to say, "I shouldn't have covered my skirt." Instead, she blushed and opened the attic door, turning on the light.

Then he quickly walked forward and pulled open the large curtains.