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"I will try my best to learn."
"No."
Shinomiya Haruka's small lips, coated with lip balm, looked captivating in the light, and her tone was gentle and sincere.
"I think you're already very cute as you are."
“Hmm
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Kitahara Hakuma's cheeks flushed. Although he had blushed before when she teased him, he was surprised by his current mood.
"By the way, what did you tell me before?" Seeing his blush, Shinomiya Haruka's smile grew even brighter.
"What?" Kitahara Hakuba wasn't quite sure which sentence she was referring to.
Shinomiya Haruka raised her eyebrows slightly and reached out to pick up the pure white fabric beside her.
"I saw it when I passed by today and it really appealed to me, so I bought it so my sister could wear it. Sister, you..."
As she finished her mischievous remarks, her alluring eyes fell on Kitahara Hakuma, and she narrowed them as she said, "You'll say yes, right~~~?"
"Good sister, please stop talking. I was really wrong."
Kitahara Hakuba felt uncomfortable, as if he were being pricked by thorns all over his body. He quickly admitted defeat and realized that his statement was full of loopholes.
If you really have feelings for someone, why would you just buy it and carry it in your pocket? A normal person would buy it, carry it in a bag, and then go home and say to their girlfriend, "I have a great idea, how about you wear this tonight?"
No, normal people wouldn't have a feeling just because they see someone on the street!
Kitahara Hakuma mentally slapped himself. In Shinomiya Haruka's eyes, his skill in lying was no different from that of a kindergarten child.
Seeing his utterly humiliated appearance, Shinomiya Haruka couldn't help but laugh out loud, tilting her toes up and down as she did so.
"But if you really want me to wear it, White Horse, I can wear it too."
"No, no, no, that's so unhygienic!"
Kitahara Hakuba was startled; he hadn't expected her to actually be seriously considering his words.
But this was Saito Haruka's after all. Although he felt a strange sense of pleasure, he needed to be responsible for his girlfriend's body.
"Really? I thought you had that kind of fetish and really wanted to do it."
"How is it possible
“Who knows?” Shinomiya Haruka gave him a meaningful look, a smile playing on her lips. “After all, you’ve told me time and again that you want to try other places.”
"It's true that I want to try other places, but I absolutely do not have that kind of fetish." Kitahara Hakuba made a vow-like gesture.
Making your girlfriend wear Saito Haruka's clothes sounds exciting, but it's a bit outrageous.
"Is this your last chance? I'm still thinking about taking care of you now, but it might be gone in a few seconds, you know?"
Shinomiya Haruka continued to tease him, seemingly trying to glean something from his facial expressions.
“Absolutely not, I care more about your health,” Kitahara Hakuba said with a serious expression.
Seeing this, she pursed her lips and suppressed her smile, a look of relief flashing across her face.
"Alright, since you put it that way, I'll keep it here."
Haruka Shinomiya pulled the fabric apart, feeling its wonderful elasticity, and said with some surprise, "Strange, it's so clean."
As she said this, she put the fabric into her small handbag.
It would be strange if it were dirty, right? If it had come from that cherry blossom-colored one, it would probably be even worse, Kitahara Hakuba thought to himself.
That's the result of a real girl wearing it all day, the kind that can hold its own against rain socks.
“I’ll personally deliver it back to her another day. You shouldn’t have any objections, right?” Shinomiya Haruka said, tilting her head back.
“No, it’s better if you deliver it than if I do,” Kitahara Hyakuma said.
Chapter 308, Section 307: The Third-Year Student Retires (4K)
“Continue, what you haven’t finished saying yet. (Zero-point reading Geng Xin’s complete sins)” said Shi Gongyao.
"Wait for me a moment—"
Kitahara Hakuba went upstairs first, took down his phone charger, and plugged it into the socket next to him.
"Sister, sit on my lap."
"Aren't there chairs here?"
"Actually, I prefer this single sofa."
Shinomiya Haruka chuckled, got up from the sofa, and waited until he sat down before sitting on his lap under his expectant gaze.
Kitahara Hakuba felt her weight, put one arm around her waist and the other on her hips, and said:
“The school offered me shares, and then the Nagase family said they could support me in setting up a mentoring organization. After thinking about it, I realized that all they wanted was for me to be listed as a mentor.”
"You're so good to me?" A silvery laugh came from Shinomiya Haruka, so much so that Kitahara Hakuba didn't know if she was being sarcastic.
“Powerful people have privileges wherever they are,” Kitahara Hakuba said.
How should I answer?
Kitahara Hakuma buried his face in her full breasts, took a deep breath, and his nostrils were filled with a sweet and alluring scent.
“I told them I didn’t have that idea, and that I wanted to spend more time with you.”
"Really?" Shinomiya Haruka looked down at him like a loving mother, playing with his hair with her fingers, and said, "You're willing to give up this opportunity to choose me?"
"Who knows if I might get a better opportunity by giving up this one?"
Kitahara Hakuba felt his face getting hot, like a hand warmer. He stroked her beautiful legs covered in pantyhose with his right hand, moving upwards, wanting to pinch the stockings with his fingers.
But it's too slippery; I can't pinch it up no matter what I do.
This changed the situation; Kitahara Hakuba was now focused on grabbing the black stockings.
Shinomiya Haruka's hand was also gently pinching his earlobe, and she whispered:
"If you really want to stay, I won't mind."
"Mainly because I'm tired too," Kitahara Hakuba quickly replied.
The stockings clung tightly to the skin, almost like one piece, and it still took patience to separate them.
Shinomiya Haruka's lips curled up as he looked down at his skirt, his hand constantly clutching at a spot.
"Have you had enough fun?"
"Almost there, I feel like I'm about to master the knack."
He wasn't lying; he quickly and successfully separated the stockings from his skin.
Snap it up, then release it and it bounces back.
"If you break it, you'll have to pay me back for a pair." Shinomiya Haruka poked his cheek with her index finger.
"I'll buy you something better."
"That's for your own sake, isn't it?" she sighed. "Come to my place tonight?"
"You're no longer satisfied with my little rental apartment?"
"Your arrangement isn't finished yet, is it? I can finish it much faster if you come to me."
Shinomiya Haruka is right. Her place has complete equipment and a superior environment, which allows her to quickly get into the music arrangement process compared to this small rented room.
"Okay, I'll go take a shower first."
Now that they were talking about serious matters, Kitahara Hakuba lost all interest in playing around, and even his sexual desire vanished instantly.
“I’ll shower with you,” Shinomiya Haruka said.
"it is good."
Friday has arrived.
Today marks the retirement of the third-year students in the Shenxu Wind Ensemble. From today onward, all operations within the ensemble will be handed over to the second-year students.
Kitahara Hakuba arrived at the brass band floor of the club building in the morning. The first and second year members arrived earlier than usual, but the third year members were nowhere to be seen.
"Teacher Kitahara!"
Kana Eto, who was holding a square box in the corridor, called out to the others. There were several second-year students beside her.
Kitahara Hakuba smiled gently at them, stepped forward, and said, "Thank you for your hard work."
This was just small talk; they were used to it.
"What do you think of our outfits, Kitahara-sensei? They should be fine, right?" Kana Eto asked nervously.
Her white calf socks came into view, and there were some abrasions on her knees.
"I feel very good."
In fact, Kitahara Hakuba didn't know what "good" meant either, because he had never experienced "retirement".
And what does this outfit mean? Does it refer to you guys, or the environment of the brass band?
Anyway, girls who wear JK uniforms are the best.
Standing to the side, Takahashi Kami held a confetti cannon and said with a forced, complaining smile:
"Teacher Kitahara, you too! You clearly said you'd rehearse with us, but you forgot everything after that day."
"It's alright! It's nothing!" Kana Eto quickly said. "Besides, Kitahara-sensei must have been very busy and forgot. It wasn't intentional."
"Sorry, it's my problem."
Kitahara Hakuba had indeed forgotten about it, and could only awkwardly raise his hand to scratch his cheek, saying...
"There are indeed a lot of things to do."
"Hehehe, so in a way, the boast I made back then has been accomplished in a certain sense." At this moment, another second-year girl chuckled softly.
It was Mizuno Kaze. Kitahara Hakuba knew what she meant: "I finally got to hear what Kitahara-sensei said in the spring."
Kitahara Hakuba looked around and saw only first and second-year students walking around, while the Nagasawa Miyako sisters were carrying props for the cultural festival.