I play the wind instrument in Hokkaido.

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"Do you dare to come?" Shinomiya Haruka tucked a stray strand of hair behind her delicate ear and revealed a sweet smile.

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In the Shinomiya family's music store, on the second floor, the two of them had taken off their coats and were lying on the sofa.

"You...aren't you going to last a little too long?"

"If I only used it for a short while, you wouldn't be satisfied, would you?"

"What are you saying? I'm just scared..."

"What are you afraid of? Afraid of being discovered, afraid that people will find out what we're doing? It would be better if they knew, so they could put up their signboard."

"I can't take it anymore, my back is so sore, and my mouth feels sore too. I need to rest for a bit."

"You invited me here, didn't you? I'm a passionate 23-year-old, how can two hours be enough for me?"

What are you thinking?

Kitahara Hakuma frantically altered the score for over two hours in the soundproof room. Shinomiya Haruka, sitting in a chair holding a wooden pipe, was flushed and panting heavily.

Chapter 33. I don't even dare to think about how strong I'll become in the future.

Nothing particularly erotic happened at the Shinomiya residence; the two were so tired from simply arranging musical scores that they didn't want to do anything else.

Moreover, they had to play almost every instrument with the revised score before recording it into the computer, which was quite a workload.

"Is it almost finished?"

Wearing orange pajamas, Shinomiya Haruka walked over with two bottles of barley tea. She glanced at her watch; it was already one in the morning.

Her pajamas were the common, practical type, without any fancy or erotic embellishments, so Kitahara Hakuba had been hoping for the wrong thing.

"Okay, just fix a few minor flaws, then print out the scores for each part, and it'll be finished. Oh, thank you."

Kitahara Hakuba took the barley tea, unscrewed the cap, and drank half the bottle in one gulp.

The sweet taste fills the mouth, and you can clearly feel the water flowing down your throat and into your stomach.

"That's pretty fast. I've never seen you catch up this quickly when we were in school," said Shinomiya Haruka.

“Going to school is going to school, and working is working. Besides, the former involves one person, while the latter involves many more people. I can’t do something so selfish.”

"It's okay. Even if you don't fix it, everyone will think it's only natural and won't blame you." Shinomiya Haruka frowned slightly as she struggled to unscrew the bottle cap.

Kitahara Hakuba smiled wryly:

"I can't tell if you're comforting me or mocking me."

"Of course it's to comfort you."

Shinomiya Haruka smiled playfully, but for someone who goes to bed promptly at eleven o'clock, the fatigue on her face was still hard to hide.

Kitahara Hakuba sighed.

She was right. Even if he hadn't improved, the other members probably thought it was normal and reasonable. That's just how things are between Sapporo University and recent graduates.

On the contrary, it would be astonishing if he could adapt it well.

“A true strongman never makes excuses for any failure. I, Kitahara Hakuba, will become a god in the hearts of those girls. I will make them understand that I can take them to places where no one else can take them.”

Shinomiya Haruka smiled, touched the corner of her mouth, and crossed her legs. Her toes didn't catch the slippers, and she fell right off.

"Chuunibyou."

"Where's the 'chuunibyou' part? It's the truth, okay? It's a lie to say I don't want to be worshipped."

If he could, he would wish that every time he went to school, girls would shout his name excitedly, and boys would become his buddies. This would be an unparalleled joy for a teacher.

"Besides -"

Kitahara Hakuba glanced at the soles of her feet, which were slightly pinkish-red. Strangely, there wasn't a single callus. They were truly beautiful.

"I want to give myself a future."

Shinomiya Haruka paused for a moment, her gaze towards him carrying a hint of ambiguity.

"There's something I want to clarify, so you don't misunderstand..."

Her face flushed, and her slightly moist eyes lingered on his Adam's apple, which bobbed up and down as he drank water.

"Then, please let me help you."

Kitahara Hakuba glanced at her with some surprise.

"Aren't you helping me right now?"

This girl, who always enjoyed teasing Kitahara Hakuba, seemed a little nervous for some reason, her left thumb constantly fiddling with the nail of her right hand.

"Okay, that seems to be the case."

What she wanted to say was—"To help you in your future life."

But her habit of teasing Kitahara Hakuba has probably left him with a stereotype of her as someone who loves to joke, and he will think that whatever she says is just a prank.

Moreover, it takes immense courage to speak the truth.

"Do you think it's cool of me to suddenly say something like that?" Kitahara Hakuba asked.

"Wanting others to acknowledge that you're cool isn't cool in itself," Shinomiya Haruka teased with a laugh.

"Tsk, it's definitely better to be a bit aloof."

He stared at the musical staff on the computer screen with a silly grin on his face.

Shinomiya Haruka sat beside him, and before he knew it, his eyelids had been kissed several times.

"Do you have any black coffee? I'm getting sleepy," Kitahara Hakuba suddenly asked.

"Hmm..." she couldn't help but murmur softly, rubbing her eyelids as she said, "You have so many demands."

"After all, the passion of a man and a woman alone in a room has long since faded."

Shinomiya Haruka got up and went to the kitchen counter to make two cups of black coffee.

“You can go to sleep right away,” Kitahara Hakuba said as he took the mug.

"It's okay. If you've made a mistake somewhere, I can help you correct it."

".......All right."

There's not much I can do to help, and I don't need her to brag anymore.

However, a moment later, Kitahara Hakuba felt a weight on his right shoulder. He glanced to the side and saw Shinomiya Yoru holding a mug in one hand and sleeping with her head resting on him.

Oh dear, it would be bad if this got on the soundproofing panels.

Without waking her, Kitahara Hakuba took the mug and placed it on the table.

He took another sip of black coffee and continued working, unable to hear any outside sounds except the soft breathing of the girl beside him.

Half an hour later, Kitahara Hakuba finished his black coffee and, adhering to the principle of not wasting anything, drank Shinomiya Haruka's cup.

When the task was finally completed, Kitahara Hakuba filled his lungs to the brim as if he wanted to suck in all the air.

"call--!"

Then it stretched out again.

I got up at 5 a.m., didn't take a nap at noon, and now I'm working straight until almost 3 a.m.

Kitahara Hakuba felt a sharp pain in his right shoulder. He instinctively put his arm around Shinomiya Haruka's shoulder, wanting to carry her back to her room.

However, the view from above made him spit.

She removed the black lace bra she had worn during the day, leaving only two soft, semi-round mounds and a dark line in the middle that could be described as an abyss.

What's more, there was also the sweet scent of a twenty-three-year-old woman emanating from him, constantly assaulting his entire body.

A surge of heat rose from his lower body, instantly waking Kitahara Hakuma, his blood rushing as if it were surging across the African savanna.

This stuff is much more energizing than black coffee.

Now it's just the two of them; Shinomiya is asleep, the room is soundproof, and she seems to have feelings for him too...

He spat, his right hand covered in the fleshy texture of Shinomiya Haruka's body.

A real man will seize any opportunity that comes his way.

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"Whoosh—, this is truly a rare trial."

After carrying Shinomiya Haruka back to her room, Kitahara Hakuba covered her with a blanket and immediately left, his heart filled with unparalleled pride.

If he can preserve his virginity even when faced with a sleeping young woman, then his future blind dates will be far less numerous than those of the Four Palaces. He doesn't even dare to imagine how strong he will be when faced with temptation.

The sense of pride in elevating his character made him happy for a while, but then a wave of exhaustion washed over him.

No, I need to go back and catch up on my sleep right away. A few hours of sleep is better than no sleep at all.

Kitahara Hakuba stuffed his notebook, brimming with the results of his work, into his bag, carefully opened the door to go out, and then gently closed it behind him.

Click——

inside the room.

Shinomiya Haruka slowly opened her eyes, watching as a sliver of light under the door suddenly disappeared, then buried her face in the soft blankets.

"Fool--"

Chapter 34. For example, strange things like math books.

"Good morning."

Kirishima Mai put her loafers into the shoe cabinet and greeted them as usual, but received no verbal response from Kanzaki Eri, who simply nodded.

She was like a rag doll with its mouth sewn shut; apart from making some gestures, it was extremely difficult to see her speak.

It's 6:30 in the morning, and Kirishima Mai doesn't need to go to the office to get the key first; she can go directly to the club building.

After passing through the elevated corridor, one can faintly hear the timbre of the euphonium.

Mai Kirishima had heard the vice-minister play the euphonium; the tone she produced was like being wrapped in a layer of soft down, delicate and textured.

The euphonium played now is far inferior to that played by Saito Harukori.

Upon arriving at the student association building, you still need to walk upstairs.