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"Teacher Kitahara really likes Tsukiyo's legs. He's been looking at them ever since he got off the car." A girl's voice suddenly came from beside him.
Nagase Tsukiyo was startled and turned around to find Saito Harukori standing beside her.
Regardless, one's gaze always falls on her rounded breasts, with the lower part of her uniform scarf even hanging in the air.
Even Nagase Tsukiyo felt a little envious of the wrinkles in the fabric that appeared on the girl's chest due to the tightness.
"That's not true, don't talk nonsense." She exhaled a breath of hot air and said.
"You could feel it too, right? He kept staring at me after he got out of the car."
Saito Haruka, stroking her bangs, said, "Because in the entire brass band, Tsukiyo's legs are the most beautiful. Essentially, Kitahara-sensei is a boy, so it would be strange if I didn't like him, right?"
Upon hearing her words, Nagase Tsukiyo's face involuntarily flushed red, and her legs unconsciously came together, making her appear tall and slender.
"Maybe it's because I have someone I like, and Yueye is also someone close to me."
Saito Haruka lowered her eyelids, her eyelashes trembling as she spoke.
"By the way, I've already told Mr. Kitahara about what happened last night."
Nagase Tsukiyo froze completely, as if all her words were frozen deep in her throat by this sudden shock.
How dare she?
She did such a filthy thing in front of his door, and she still dared to say it to him?
"Very surprised?"
Saito Haruka said, her hand kneading the ends of her hair at her chest.
“And what will surprise you even more is that I did say it, but I lied.”
"Lying?" Nagase Tsukiyo blinked repeatedly, unsure of what Harutori was thinking.
Saito Harutori let out a soft sigh and opened her mouth to say:
“I told Kitahara-sensei that it was you doing that kind of thing at his doorstep on a moonlit night, and I saw it.”
It was as if all the blood had been drained away at that moment, leaving only endless shock and bewilderment.
But then, her heart suddenly started racing, and with each beat, her body became increasingly hot, as if even the surrounding air had become viscous.
"you
A wave of shame overwhelmed her, leaving her speechless. Her skin felt sunburnt, and her palms were damp with fine beads of sweat.
From childhood, Nagase Tsukiyo received etiquette training from her parents, fearing that she would lose her composure in front of outsiders.
But now, she actually said such things in front of Kitahara-sensei.
The girl's ears were so red they were almost transparent, and her neck was also tinged with a faint cherry blossom color, as if she were steaming from the heat.
More than anger, what struck her heart was losing her self-esteem in front of the person she liked.
“You know what? When I told Kitahara-sensei this, he was very surprised,” Saito Harutori said.
"Isn't this the obvious thing to do!" Nagase Tsukiyo felt both angry and ashamed. "Why would you do something like this!"
"But one"
Saito Harutori gently brought her lips close to the girl's ear, her voice barely a whisper:
"He seemed to yearn for you for a moment. Kitahara-sensei also cares about you, Tsukiyo."
"Ugh!"
The initial shame and anger that surged within her transformed into a burning sensation with those words, leaving Nagase Tsukiyo speechless for a moment.
Saito Harutori said softly:
"Tsukiyo, Eri and Kitahara-sensei have some kind of agreement, and I also have some investment from Kitahara-sensei in me, but what about you, Tsukiyo? What do you have?"
Her voice carried a faint huskiness, like a delicate fragrance, silently seeping into the listener's heart and stirring their soul.
Nagase Tsukiyo swallowed a mouthful of saliva. Her biggest worry was not having established any contact with Kitahara-sensei.
Nagase Tsukiyo clenched her small hands into fists at her sides, her nose slightly upturned, and glared at her with a reproachful look.
"How can I speak to him if you ask me to do this?"
“If he doesn’t pay attention to the moonlit night, then there’s no point in talking at all.”
Saito Haruka's hands kept stroking her brown hair as her gaze fell on the cracks in the parking lot floor. "You have to leave a deep impression on him first, whether it's mental or physical. It's all about making an impression. That's why he's been paying attention to you all day, isn't it?"
"Hmm::"
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Saito Haruka's words immediately made Nagase Tsukiyo grit her teeth, lower her head, and groan as she spoke.
He would think I'm a bad girl:
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"It's because the moonlit night is so dignified that it has become like this."
Saito Harutori puffed out her rounded chest and said calmly,
"If you had half the initiative of me and Hui Li, I probably wouldn't have had a chance."
But that's also me.
However, before Nagase Tsukiyo could finish speaking, Saito Haruka grabbed her wrist with one hand, her curvaceous body leaning closer, and said in a slightly raised voice:
"Don't you want to be with Kitahara-sensei, Tsukiyo? We're about to take our university entrance exams, and we'll graduate in four months."
"It's highly likely that Kitahara-sensei will leave. Do you really want to just cut off all contact with him like this?"
"Ne-yi-yi!"
Nagase Tsukiyo's eyes suddenly trembled, shimmering like the surface of a lake rippling in the wind, revealing an uncontrollable resistance and excitement deep within them.
No, she wouldn't want to. How could she possibly want to?
We don't have that much time—
Saito Harutori held her arm and said in a voice as sweet as honey,
"I spoke with Kitahara-sensei. Tsukiyo, you did this because you like him too much. Knowing his personality, he wouldn't embarrass you."
Nagase Tsukiyo felt a sudden dryness in her mouth, her face flushed, and she could only lower her head and pant.
"And Kitahara-sensei has some reaction to you, Tsukiyo."
Saito Haruka murmured in her ear again.
"After I told him this, he crossed his legs."
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Nagase Tsukiyo was too naive to understand the meaning of those words, and simply frowned as she looked at her.
Saito Haruka played a tune close to her ear again, explaining to her why Kitahara-sensei was crossing his legs.
Upon receiving the result, Nagase Tsukiyo blushed more deeply than ever before, even crouching down and covering her face with her hands.
The thought that he had reacted because of her fantasies filled her with a mix of a sense of accomplishment, pride, and shame.
"Moonlit night, it's alright."
Saito Haruka covered her skirt, the fabric clinging tightly to her buttocks, and squatted down to speak.
"Don't forget that we still have Shinomiya-sensei. We won't get what we want if we don't put in some effort."
Nagase Tsukiyo then realized that she and her sister were foolishly "competing" for females, forgetting that there was someone above them who often made love with him in the dead of night.
So stupid.
Saito Haruka's skirt accentuated the soft, rounded curves of her hips, and her fair thighs made it hard to look away.
"Because... I might not have a chance," she said with a smile.
"What?" Nagase Tsukiyo raised an eyebrow.
"Compared to Tsukiyo and Eri, I probably never had any hope from the beginning."
Saito Haruka's chest pressed against her thighs, and the sound that escaped her throat was incredibly low.
"But I hope you and Eri can be happy together, that would make me happy too."
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Nagase Tsukiyo gazed at her; the draping of the girl's skirt and the soft curve of her hips were exceptionally captivating. Both her demeanor and her voluptuous figure far surpassed those of her peers.
Or is it that what happened before is still bothering him, making Qingniao completely lose confidence?
"Alright, that's enough." Saito Harutori stood up and said with a smile, "In my eyes, Tsukiyo and Eri are more beautiful than Shinomiya."
After she finished speaking, she walked towards Yukawa Sakurako and the others, leaving Nagase Tsukiyo alone squatting on the ground, muttering to herself.
On the other hand, since Yuka Isomoto's ramen recommendation last time didn't receive unanimous praise, they decided to try something different this time.
"What should we eat in Aomori this time?"
"Ask Yu-Hsiang?"
"No way, I don't want to eat that ramen again, the one I had last time!"
"Barbecue?"
"Barbecued meat is fine!"
"Why is barbecue always the first thing you choose when you go out? You can eat it in Hakodate too! You should eat local specialties! Yuka! Name a few!"
"Um, apples, scallops, roasted rice sticks, pickled vegetables, tuna, black garlic, oh, and ramen."
"Let's go eat barbecue instead!"
Looking at the lively third-year students, Nagasawa Miyako turned to Kuno Tatsuka, who was squatting on the ground, and said:
"What shall we eat?"
Goto Yu's gaze lingered somewhat blankly as he scanned back and forth between Kuno Tachibana and Nagase Tsukiyo.