I play the wind instrument in Hokkaido.

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"Let's talk about practical matters. You're going to teach in Hakodate, not Hokkaido for the rest of your life, are you?"

"Well, I don't know. I might go back to Tokyo in the future. I don't plan to stay here forever."

With the system at his disposal, if he wins the gold medal at the national tournament this year and returns to Tokyo as a mentor, schools will be eager to hire him, so he won't have to worry about not having a job.

No, forget about jobs, he might as well just open a music theory tutoring school and then gradually open branch schools. After all, those who know, know how much money music theory education can make.

“Oh—” Shinomiya Haruka nodded thoughtfully, took a bite of fried fish and said, “I don’t actually plan to stay in Hakodate forever.”

"Oh right, after thinking about it, I still think I should give you some money."

Kitahara Hakuba, holding a bowl, gulped down a huge amount of rice with his chopsticks, and mumbled incoherently,

"You've helped me so much, and even came over to cook for me, so I have to give you some."

Upon hearing this, Shinomiya Haruka immediately put down her bowl and chopsticks, raised her legs—which were covered in black stockings—from under her skirt, cupped her face in her hands, and said with a smile:

"How much money are you going to give me?"

“Five hundred thousand yen,” Kitahara Hakuba said.

"No."

"That four hundred thousand."

"No."

"Three hundred thousand?"

"don't want."

"Two hundred thousand?"

Under Kitahara Hakuba's puzzled gaze, Shinomiya Haruka shook his head with a smile.

"No, you're at a disadvantage doing this," he said dejectedly.

Shinomiya Haruka lifted her bangs with her little finger, her big, bright eyes staring straight at him, her cheeks slightly flushed as she said:

Actually, I'm even more greedy than you think.

Kitahara Hakuba spat.

"You can't be greedy. I only have a little money on me."

Shinomiya Haruka's elbows, resting on the table, tilted slightly as she gazed at him with alluring eyes, her cherry-red lips uttering clear words:

"Kitahara, don't you really understand what I want in my heart?"

Chapter 74. Defeated by Beauty

Her face held a captivating smile, and with just a small gesture, she exuded a charm that no amount of photogenic scenery could match.

Kitahara Hakuba is no longer a child; he's an adult who can get a high school girl (JK) in her eighties to come into the same room with him with just a word.

Moreover, today, it's clear that she's taken care of herself; she's wearing light makeup, a sexy bodycon skirt, and incredibly alluring black stockings that subtly reveal her flesh.

Judging from their posture, they're here to kill virgins.

Shinomiya Haruka's feelings were quite clear; her teasing wasn't without reason.

But thinking about it carefully, although it's called teasing, Kitahara Hakuba doesn't actually suffer any losses most of the time. On the contrary, he's always taking advantage of Shinomiya Haruka.

At this moment, he regretted it a little, regretting that he hadn't finished his meal before bringing up these topics, since the food was so delicious.

Kitahara Hakuba casually drank another bowl of miso soup and said:

How am I supposed to know what you want...?

"you know."

Haruka Shinomiya alternated her graceful legs, her bodycon skirt slightly lifted, revealing curves that were hard to tell whether they were thighs or buttocks.

Kitahara Hakuba let out a soft sigh. Delicious ingredients only need salt for seasoning, just like the sheer black stockings she wore; just that one piece was enough to highlight her sexiness and beauty.

He picked up the bowl again and took a sip of soup, but actually he just didn't want her to notice his slightly flushed cheeks.

"Ah...uh..."

Kitahara Hakuba himself didn't understand why he was being so ambiguous. Maybe he just thought being single was cool? Or perhaps he was enjoying the ambiguity between him and Shinomiya Haruka.

Haruka Shinomiya ran her hand through her hair, her chestnut-colored medium-length hair swaying like fine silk, her skin incredibly smooth and translucent, needing no retouching.

Her watery eyes shimmered, and she smiled shyly as she said:

"Kitahara, I like you. Rather than you giving me money, I'd rather you entrust your future to me, and I'll give you money to spend."

"...?"

Kitahara Hakuba was stunned.

Is this a confession of love?

Isn't this blatant sugar daddy/sugar baby arrangement?

Who do you think you are? You think I live off this face that's the most handsome in Hokkaido? I rely purely on my talent!

But her tone sounded very sincere, and Kitahara Hakuba could even feel the love surging from it. He almost nodded obediently, but had to quickly suppress his emotions with reason.

"But we don't seem to spend enough time together. Wouldn't it be too hasty to start dating right away?"

He and Shinomiya Haruka reunited in Hakodate City, and it has only been a month since then.

Shinomiya Haruka chuckled softly, as if in a provocation, and said:

"Love does not exist in a linear inquiry of time sequence, but is a debate on existence and becoming. It is not a link in the causal chain, nor is it an independent entity, but two intentional existences that permeate each other."

Kitahara Hakuba was taken aback by her demeanor, which resembled that of a university philosophy professor, but he quickly realized that he had also participated in debate competitions before, so he naturally couldn't be outdone in this area.

“Aristotle argued that higher love should be based on shared life and moral cognition, which can dispel cognitive biases in the fog of romance. Only through daily interaction in situations can we verify whether love has ‘everydayness’. Therefore, it naturally exists in a time sequence. Otherwise, what’s the difference between this and taking ibuprofen for temporary pain relief?”

Shinomiya Haruka was surprised for a moment, but then she laughed out loud.

She stood up and went straight to Kitahara Hakuba's side. Without asking his permission, she sat down on his lap with her round buttocks and wrapped one arm around his neck.

Once again feeling Shinomiya Haruka's soft body up close, Kitahara Hakuba's mental arguments, such as Sartre's "Hell is other people" and Gary Becker's "emotional joint ventures," were completely wiped out by the gentle warmth that was pressing in.

His hard-won rationality had vanished, hiding away in some corner.

Like a queen, Shinomiya Haruka, with her long, slender legs clad in black stockings, looked at him meaningfully and said:

"Kitahara, do you know? Love constantly reconstructs itself in the process of two people interacting, and the interaction gains meaning in love, just like the Heraclitus River. It may seem like the river is still the same river, but every touch will be a different experience."

Although Kitahara Hakuba didn't know what the River of Heraclitus was, he did experience it...

"I give up, I give up. How can I keep up with your personal attacks?" Kitahara Hakuba retorted, his face flushed.

"It's not shameful to lose to me."

Shinomiya Haruka's fingers gently played with his hair as she tiptoed up and down, her small, delicate toes faintly visible through her stockings.

Kitahara Hakuba couldn't help but say, "You make me look stupid."

I love your dazed look.

Shinomiya Haruka lowered her head slightly and breathed hot air into his ear, saying...

"And I love how serious you were just now."

Kitahara Hakuma instinctively shrank his neck. At that moment, Shinomiya Haruka suddenly leaned back and let out a delicate cry of "Ah—!"

He quickly reached out and hugged Shinomiya Haruka's slender and gentle waist. He was about to tell her to be careful when he noticed a mocking smile that seemed to indicate her plan had succeeded.

"You...you always make jokes like this."

"I do enjoy making these kinds of jokes with you, but—"

Shinomiya Haruka's cheeks flushed slightly, her eyes brimming with charm. She cupped Kitahara Hakuma's face in her hands, her tone sincere and affectionate.

"My love for you is no joke."

Kitahara Hakuba's throat bobbed involuntarily, and his face involuntarily moved slightly closer.

He still lost, defeated by Shinomiya Haruka's cunning and natural beauty, defeated by her every word and action, and the sweet atmosphere she created.

In the cold, cheap light of the rented room, eyes full of desire looked up at her queen-like face.

"What do you want to do now?" Shinomiya Haruka's lips curled into a mocking smile.

She was now thinking of teasing him, but Kitahara Hakuba was already like a fish that had taken the bait, and his only struggle was to make his tone sound incoherent.

“…I…I didn’t originally intend to do this.” Kitahara Hakuma wrapped his arms around her waist, trying to calm his disordered breathing. “It was you who kept tempting me.”

"Hmm? I'm seducing you?"

As Shinomiya Haruka listened to his slightly hoarse voice, her delicate nose gradually drew closer to his.

"That doesn't sound very nice. Say it again. What do you want to do?"

"..." Kitahara Hakuba said, panting heavily, "I want to kiss you."

As soon as these words were spoken, it seemed as if Shinomiya Haruka couldn't wait any longer and immediately lowered her head to ask for them.

Kitahara Hakuma's hand almost instinctively touched her thigh. Under the black stockings, the skin of her thigh appeared soft, smooth, and very elastic.

After a while, in a fit of stress, Shinomiya Haruka suddenly bit down hard, startling Kitahara Hakuba into quickly separating.

When I tasted it again, there was a bloody taste in my mouth.

"Your hands are restless." Shinomiya Haruka's hands gripped his face tightly, her cheeks flushed as she complained.

Kitahara Hakuba noticed that she seemed to really enjoy squeezing his face together.

“I’m sorry—” he said unclearly.

A playful smile appeared on Shinomiya Haruka's lips as she said:

"Hey? Your face is so red! Why?"

"..." Kitahara Hakuba felt increasingly ashamed; he truly deserved to die.

Haruka Shinomiya carefully tied her hair up, revealing her flawless white neck.

Just as she was about to make her move, she looked up and saw Kitahara Hakuma's expectant gaze, and her mischievous impulse resurfaced.

Shinomiya Haruka stood up, pressed her index finger against Kitahara Hakuba's chin, and said in a charming voice:

"Kitahara, tell me, who am I to you now?"