I play the wind instrument in Hokkaido.

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"As a result, I got pregnant, but neither of us wanted to abort it. It felt like denying the fruit of our love. It was so tiring." Kurosaki Yuichi's fingers kept fiddling with the inverted beer can, making a "click-click-click" sound.

Kitahara Hakuba couldn't take it anymore and asked directly:

"Aren't you going to drink?"

"Huh? Can I drink this?" Kurosaki Yu was surprised and took off his glasses, his eyes looking smaller.

"You bought it with your own money, why can't you drink it?"

"But don't you not drink beer?"

Kitahara Hakuba then realized that Kurosaki Yuichi hadn't drunk beer because he was concerned about his thoughts.

"If I don't let you drink, where else can you drink?"

"The pool downstairs has lounge chairs, it's super convenient!" Kurosaki Yuichi said with a smile.

"It's okay, I don't mind."

As soon as he finished speaking, Kurosaki Yuichi skillfully opened a can of beer, and the compressed gas inside the can was released impatiently, making a light 'hiss' sound.

He took a big gulp, but the taste wasn't strong.

"Ah—! That feels so good!"

Four hundred doors are enough to bring an incredibly comfortable expression to a man's face.

Kitahara Hakuba took off his Bluetooth headset. Could it be that, as Kurosaki Yuichi said, his life is too simple and happy now?

Probably not.

Despite having a girlfriend named Haruka Shinomiya, he had complicated relationships with a group of female students, and his relationship with Eri almost reached an irreparable point.

What should we do in the future?

Who should be abandoned, and who should stay together forever?

Shinomiya Haruka and Kitahara Hakuba could not give up either of them, and no matter what the reason, Kitahara Hakuba had no reason to give them up.

As for the other girls, those young women in the prime of their lives, could they really give them up?

Hui Li's words kept echoing in his mind. He didn't want other men to teach them how to be women, and he didn't want to see them hugging other boys.

Since they don't want it, it means they want to be taught by themselves, to be made women by themselves.

Is all of this normal?

"Can I have a bottle?" Kitahara Hakuba suddenly asked.

"kindness?

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Kurosaki Yuichi relaxed for a moment, then suddenly became frightened and quickly said,

"Hey, don't be like that! Otherwise, the ferry manager will say I'm the one who corrupted you! It's easy to find a PE teacher job in Hokkaido now!"

“No one will blame you, and I’ll give you the money.” Kitahara Hakuba took a can of beer himself and knocked it open with his index finger.

I took a sip, and the delicate bubbles danced in my mouth. A unique bitterness gradually spread across the back of my tongue, accompanied by the aroma of malt and a hint of fruitiness.

The taste is complicated. In Kitahara Hakuba's opinion, it's definitely not delicious. Shin-Asahi's strawberry milk is far superior.

"Are you alright? Don't be like this, it scares me." Kurosaki Yuichi said with a complicated expression, "You're such a gentle and handsome guy, don't drink beer."

"What industry has such a regulation?"

Kitahara Hakuba gave him a warning look, a slight burning sensation in his throat as if reminding him of the existence of the artist.

"How is it?" Kurosaki Yuichi was worried, but still hoped he would say, "It's a really good beer! You have good taste!"

"Binghe."

Before they knew it, the two had been chatting and drinking, and Kurosaki Yuichi went down to buy more beer in the middle of it, eventually drinking four dozen beers.

The alcohol concentration was low; Kurosaki Yuu drank it like it was water. Apart from his face turning slightly red, he remained perfectly clear-headed.

Kitahara Hakuba's condition was not good upon their first meeting. His usually handsome face was flushed, and he had sneezed several times.

But he was still in good spirits, just feeling unwell.

"Wow, it's already eleven o'clock. Don't drink next time. If you drink this kind of low-alcohol beer like this, what will happen if it's any stronger? Kurosaki Yuichi is still number one. You look down on Kitahara Hakuba so much."

Kitahara Hakuba shook his head, ignoring him, and prepared to soak in the inn's hot spring.

Bring your prepared towels and bath towels, walk downstairs, and you'll see a courtyard full of maple leaves. Walk further to the side, and you'll arrive at the entrance to the hot spring.

Upon arriving at the open-air hot spring bath, Kitahara Hakuba stood still, took a deep breath, and then slowly relaxed.

The white curtain had male and female symbols written on it, but he wasn't so mentally confused that he couldn't see them clearly.

Just as I was about to enter the men's bath, I ran into Tachibana Kuno and Mai Kirishima. They were both carrying money and bath coins, so they seemed to be there to bathe as well.

Both of them were wearing white slippers, and their legs, which had been bare of socks, were very fair and delicate.

"Huh? Kitahara-sensei?"

Kuno Tachibana frowned slightly and sniffed the air. She could vaguely smell the aroma, but strangely, Kitahara-sensei didn't drink it in her memory.

It must belong to someone else, right?

"Did you go out to play just now?" Kitahara Hakuba asked with a gentle smile.

"Hmm." Kuno Tachibana sniffed again, glancing around with a very purposeful look.

“There’s no mixed pool,” Kirishima Mai suddenly said.

Kuno left with a perfunctory "I know, I'm leaving, bye-bye, Kitahara-sensei."

"it is good."

Kitahara Hakuba Hashimura Men's Bath, the pool at 11 pm, is simply a rip-off.

After rinsing off, he wrapped himself in a towel and went into the pool, imagining himself as a dumpling filled with pork and corn, slowly sinking into the water.

"call:

The warmth from immersing his entire body made Kitahara Hakuba involuntarily let out a sigh of relief.

This comfort is different from the ambiguous and lingering feelings of Shinomiya Haruka; it is more soothing.

Water vapor permeated the air, and the nitrogen-filled fog shrouded the surrounding scenery in a hazy mist.

The gentle sound of flowing water and the occasional cheerful shouts of "Let me see!" from the women's pool next door made the whole world seem slower and softer.

His mind was somewhat confused.

Kuno Tachibana's body Kirishima Mai's body

wrong

When you were at Saito Harutori's house, she was wearing very fitted pajama bottoms. What did she look like underneath? Was she as spotless as she appeared in the bathroom?

She's so voluptuous.

wrong

Eri Kanzaki's buttocks, and the sounds she made as she sat on his lap, her voice escaping through her teeth.

wrong

Kurashiro Tsukiyo's consistently straight legs, and the ones I touched back then...

Yuka Isomoto and Kana Fujiwara. The delicate sounds they uttered when accidentally touched were breathtakingly beautiful.

wrong

What's wrong?

Kitahara Hakuba closed his eyes, and the effects of the art gradually amplified in the hot spring. He heard a "thump-thump" sound, as if the whole world was vibrating with his heartbeat.

My breathing became rapid, and it felt like a stone was pressing on my chest, making each breath extremely difficult.

I tried to stand up, but found my legs were weak, as if I had lost the strength to support myself.

The subtle sensation of beer, intertwined with the heat of the hot spring, created a drowsy force that gradually eroded consciousness.

What's going on? Is it divine retribution for doing too many ambiguous things to female students?

Kitahara Hyakuma's body tilted backward uncontrollably, his forehead and back covered in fine beads of sweat.

A soft splashing sound reached my ears, and I felt as if I had been pulled out of reality, falling into a blank state of unconsciousness.

"Don't you think it's a bit odd? There was a strange taste at the entrance just now."

Kuno Tachibana stepped into the hot spring, the warm water gently enveloping her delicate body. Her short hair naturally cascaded down, the ends of which were soaked by the water.

"Strange?" Kirishima Mayi sat down beside her, water droplets lingering on her collarbone.

The bodies of the two girls are partially visible in the hot spring water, their outlines appearing soft and hazy, possessing a captivating beauty.

“It must be Yi,” Kuno Tachibana said, raising an eyebrow. “There’s no mistake, my dad likes to drink Yi.”

Kirishima Mayi's slender fingers unconsciously traced the surface of the water, the splashes of water from her fingertips shimmering faintly in the mist.

"Teacher Kitahara doesn't drink art."

"Of course I know that."

The bath towel absorbed the hot spring water, becoming softer and more comfortable against the skin. The fibers rubbed against sensitive areas, creating a subtle, almost imperceptible stimulation.

Kuno Tachibana couldn't take it anymore, so he stood up, readjusted the bath towel, and wrapped it tightly around himself.

Kirishima Mai just stared at her. Tachibana was small in every way, but very cute, as if silently inviting her gaze to linger.

"Did you think Mr. Kitahara drank it?"

“Of course.” Kuno Tachibana sat down again, his face serious. “But it’s strange, why would he drink it?”

"Why can't Kitahara-sensei drink art?" Kirishima Mai asked, puzzled.

"Because he just can't drink!" Kuno Tachika blurted out without thinking.

Kirishima Mai tilted her head to the side, but her hair was styled into a bun, so the ends didn't touch the water.

"I don't understand."

Kuno Tachibana blushed, because in her mind, the perfect Kitahara Hakuba was someone who couldn't drink.