I play the wind instrument in Hokkaido.

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"You're overthinking it. Now get your sheet music and your completed personal profile and show it to me."

Kitahara Hakuba intended to adopt the demeanor of a teacher and issue orders to Saito Harukori as usual.

However, Saito Haruka didn't move. This was probably the first time she had disobeyed Kitahara Hakuba. Instead, she placed her phone on the table: "Taihara-sensei and I are busy, so I'll probably have to reply to you later. Will Saito-san mind?" It shouldn't be too much of a problem.

Night."

It was a recorded phone call, in which Shinomiya Haruka and his voice could be heard, making people's imaginations run wild.

The moment the recording finished playing, time seemed to freeze, and every word struck my eardrums clearly.

Kitahara Hakuba felt incredibly humiliated for the first time.

But to his utter surprise, Saito Haruka had actually recorded the conversation, and it seemed she had recorded it beforehand? Why?

The girl's room fell silent, with only the sound constantly tugging at her nerves, creating an indescribable sense of suffocation.

Kitahara Hakuba kept adjusting his mindset. He understood Shinomiya Haruka's thoughts; she wanted to use this to completely shatter Saito Haruka's feelings for him.

Looking at the girl in front of him, a smile played on her lips.

In reality, Saito Haruka's resilience far exceeded Shinomiya Haruka's expectations; she not only didn't feel sad, but actually looked happy.

Kitahara Hakuba even regretted coming here, but regret was useless now.

"Is Wen starting to threaten me?" he asked calmly.

Saito Harutori couldn't help but swallow, her eyes flashing with unease and excitement, like a gambler's heart racing the moment they throw the dice.

She was afraid of losing everything, yet longed to win it all. She knew that every step she took from now on was leading her into an unknown abyss, but she still couldn't resist the thrill and temptation.

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Only by obtaining Kitahara Hakuba could she find someone to rely on for the rest of her life.

"Won't you explain it again, Kitahara-sensei?"

Saito Haruka held her phone between her thighs and said with a smile,

"What is that sound? Why are your students being exposed to this?"

She seemed to really want to get that word out of his own mouth, but Kitahara Hakuba refused to give up.

"Don't overthink it. Shinomiya was just teasing you. I've already taught her a lesson."

Perhaps due to the stimulation from being too frank, Kitahara Hakuba could clearly see that Saito Haruka's face was a little flushed. Saito Haruka was looking at him with her hands supporting her cheeks, and her feet under the kotatsu table started to move around again.

This time, however, instead of directly covering his cold feet, it went further inside.

She was so fast that Kitahara Hakuba didn't even have time to react.

"What are you doing?!"

Kitahara Hakuba reached inside and grabbed her ankle.

He knew that if he silently accepted this, it would only give Saito Haruka more opportunities to manipulate things. At that time, the person on his side would no longer be him, Kitahara Hakuba, but Saito Haruka.

Unlike Kanzaki Eri's ambiguous relationship, even if he enjoys it, Eri will obediently listen to him, which is why Kitahara Hakuba is so relaxed and wary in front of her.

But he would absolutely not allow this to happen with Saito Harukori.

"It hurts—" Saito Haruka's ankle was gripped very tightly by him, and she couldn't help but furrow her beautiful brows in pain.

Kitahara Hakuba demanded sharply, "What are you doing?"

Saito Haruki's gaze was intense and deep, the muscles in her left eye twitching slightly.

"Teacher Kitahara, you clearly care about me, that's why you came here, but why pretend you don't? Do you know how heartbroken I was last night when I heard you and Teacher Shinomiya doing that kind of thing? And I'm a girl too—"

She tried to pull her foot back, but Kitahara Hakuma's hand showed no sign of loosening, gripping her delicate ankle tightly as he said:

"I didn't care about you. I only came here because I broke my promise yesterday."

Saito Harutori's breathing became rapid and heavy, and all the pent-up grievances welled up at once, her voice trembling with a hint of sobs:

"You're lying. If you didn't care about me, you wouldn't have come. Why can't you tell me the truth? It's clearly you—"

Just then, the doorbell rang. Kitahara Hakuma, as if he didn't want to be discovered, quickly released his grip on her ankle.

His first thought was that the person who rang the doorbell was Shinomiya Haruka.

He could imagine the worst possible outcome that would follow.

Her interrogation, the fight between the two girls, and his reputation was ruined.

The only two ways to escape this fantasy are through windows and doors.

But this is the second floor.

You can jump, but something might go wrong; it could be very embarrassing, and you might even break your leg.

Seeing that Kitahara Hakuma's expression was not good, Saito Haruka sat up, the fabric of her pajama bottoms bunching up in soft folds due to her posture.

"Don't worry, it's not Shinomiya-sensei."

Saito Haruka's hand moved back, caressing her rounded buttocks as if smoothing a skirt.

"Even if it is, I will not let Kitahara-sensei suffer any harm. I will protect Kitahara-sensei forever."

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Kitahara Hakuba wasn't very happy to hear her bluntly express his inner worries, and seeing the girl's serious and composed demeanor.

He looked out the window.

Shall we jump?

The idea vanished from my mind in an instant; jumping would only provide temporary relief.

Moreover, if she jumps, she will fall right into Saito Haruka's trap, and a message will be clearly conveyed to her.

That is, in his heart, he believed that being with her was like having an affair.

Kitahara Hakuba absolutely cannot let her realize this. Continuing to sit here and finding some excuses to get by is the best option.

He watched Saito Haruka, with her curvaceous figure, leave, and instinctively held his breath the moment he opened the door.

"You are here."

The person who took the initiative to greet me was Saito Harukori.

Her voice was quite affected. Kitahara Hakuba was a little surprised and peeked out, only to find that there was more than one person at the door.

A quick glance revealed that the person standing at the door was not Shinomiya Haruka.

four people.

Yuka Isomoto, Sakurako Yukawa, Sayaka Akamatsu, and even more strangely, Amemori was also there—what an odd combination.

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As if expressing contempt for his own despicable character, Kitahara Hakuba subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief, his nerves no longer tense.

Sayaka Akamatsu, wearing her school uniform, took off the black and white checkered scarf around her neck and said with shining eyes:

"Wow, Qingniao, your figure is amazing! Curvy and shapely, wow!! So sexy!"

"Sayaka!"

A gloved hand patted her shoulder, and Sakurako Yukawa, wearing a thick black winter coat, took off her hat and said:

"Teacher Kitahara is inside! Watch your voice!"

"Okay, okay."

Sayaka Akamatsu smiled and looked at Amemori beside her, who was wearing a pleated skirt and thermal black tights.

"I can already feel the anger emanating from Amemori."

"I don't know why, but I didn't feel anything when Akamatsu said those things." Yu Shou folded the coin and put it into his bag.

After changing their shoes in the entryway, the group greeted Kitahara Hakuba one by one as soon as they saw him sitting at the kotatsu table.

Sakurako Yuuka, Yuka Isomoto, and Amemori all bowed respectfully, while Sayaka Akamatsu waved with a smile.

"I didn't expect to meet you here," Kitahara Hakuba said with a smile, his gaze unconsciously drifting to the black stockings beneath Amemori's skirt.

Unlike Shinomiya Haruka's slightly sheer pantyhose, Amemori's black pantyhose are very thick, designed specifically for warmth.

"Well, the joint entrance exam just ended, right? We can all get together and discuss things properly, and tutor each other!" Yukawa Sakura clenched her small fist, striking a serious and ambitious pose.

"To be honest, it's not really tutoring, it's just that Sakura and I need to take extra classes."

Yuka Isomoto was wearing a brown plaid pleated cotton skirt, and there was no flaw in her legs.

So she was wearing flesh-colored stockings, the kind that prioritized appearance over warmth.

Kitahara Hakuba looked up at them, and his mood immediately improved after they came in.

He no longer needs to worry about anything bad happening while he's with Saito Haruka.

Instead of burrowing his lower body into the bedding, Yu Shou knelt directly in front of Kitahara Hakuma, placing his hands elegantly on his thighs.

Her face was slightly flushed, perhaps because the air conditioning was a bit too hot.

"Teacher Kitahara, how have you been lately?"

Kitahara Hakuba smiled gently:

"Yes, it's very easy."

"That's good. If there are any disobedient members in the brass band, please be sure to tell me. Of course, Mizuno-san in the club is very supportive of you! She will help you!"

Seeing her serious expression, Kitahara Hakuba shook his head and said:

"It's alright, everyone in the brass band is very self-disciplined."

"Alright, alright, hurry up and crawl in!!" Sayaka Akamatsu took off her socks, revealing her fair feet, her toenails as beautiful as cherry blossoms.

Of the five girls, she was the only one who took off her socks.

This time, Saito Harukori didn't sit opposite him where it was easiest to put her feet down, but instead obediently sat to Kitahara Hakuba's right.

Sitting opposite him this time were Yuka Isomoto and Amemori.