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She was open for business today, but as usual, there were no customers.
The only thing that kept changing was the shopping list at the front desk, with all the purchasing units being companies and schools.
As soon as I walked in, I saw Shinomiya Haruka's somewhat impatient little face.
"Why are you only arriving now?" she said.
"I went to Kuno's house this morning. Being a teacher is really troublesome. Not only do you have to take care of the students' musical literacy, but you also have to take care of their physical and mental health."
"Physical and mental health?"
"Refers to a healthy physical condition and a pleasant mental state."
Shinomiya Haruka's gaze fell on him, and she said with a slight smile:
"There are so many pretty girls in the brass band, you even went after Kuno-chan?"
"That's not true. I reject baseless slander!"
Kitahara Hakuba raised his hand and swore an oath.
"My relationship with the girls in the brass band is purely platonic, and I have never done anything to them that goes beyond the boundaries of teacher-student relations."
Of course, if they showed it to him on their own initiative, like Kuno Tachibana showing him cherry blossoms, Kitahara Hakuba couldn't resist and was too embarrassed to say it out loud.
It would be better if it rotted in the stomach and eyes.
Shinomiya Haruka tapped her slender, fair right hand on the glass table at the front desk: "No students are coming today?"
"No, I should be isolated by them," Kitahara Hakuba said, feigning sadness.
Shinomiya Haruka glanced at him, then smiled wryly and said, "Then your older sister will comfort you."
"Sister, you're so kind." Kitahara Hakuma stepped forward and put his arm around her slender waist.
She was wearing a light blue sleeveless shirt and a light blue knee-length skirt today, looking very youthful and radiant.
"By the way, have you picked out your formal attire for the All-Dojo Tournament?" Shinomiya Haruka asked, stroking his hair.
"I can still wear the suit from last time."
Shinomiya Haruka frowned and said:
“That won’t do. You’ve already worn it to the music festival and the Hakodate festival. We need to buy a better one. We’ll go buy a tuxedo later.”
"It's alright, that suit is already very nice. A tuxedo would be more expensive, so let's save some money."
He could smell the refreshing scent of shower gel emanating from Shinomiya Haruka.
Saving money is one thing, but the main thing is that Kitahara Hakuba doesn't care much about this kind of clothing. For him, the suit he bought before is enough for him to wear for a lifetime.
After all, there are probably only a handful of formal occasions he'll attend in his entire life.
Shinomiya Haruka glanced at him and said in an undeniable tone:
“You should just listen to me and not try to argue with me like you did last time.”
Seeing that she insisted on changing, Kitahara Hakuba could only agree, "...Alright."
"Alright, go cook." Shinomiya Haruka smiled and touched his cheek.
"Huh?" Kitahara Hakuba said after a moment, "I... I came here to eat, why am I being asked to cook?"
"White Horse, don't you like cooking for me? Or are you just not willing?"
"No... alright, I'll do it."
"Just kidding, it's already cooked." Seeing his helpless look, Shinomiya Haruka burst out laughing. "You're so tired, I really didn't want you to cook it."
Her face was like a blooming begonia flower, and Kitahara Hakuma couldn't resist pulling her close and kissing her lips.
"What to eat?" he asked.
Shinomiya Haruka licked the silver thread from her lips and said with a smile:
"Cup noodles".
"I know you're just teasing me again, sister, you're so mean. Hurry up and show me what's good to eat, little brother is so hungry."
"Really, I went out to buy groceries this morning and just got back. I didn't have time to cook, so I had to eat instant noodles."
Kitahara Hakuba, used to being played by her, naturally didn't believe it. However, when he went inside, he found that there were really only two instant noodles with lids on the table.
But his eyes showed no sign of wavering. He went to the kitchen first, and when he found no signs of cooking, he finally couldn't hold back anymore.
"Sister, are you really only feeding me instant noodles?" Kitahara Hakuba said embarrassedly.
Shinomiya Haruka sat down in a chair, removed the lid, and said, "I'm busy too, so please sit down and eat."
Kitahara Hakuba was unsure how to react, so he could only obediently start eating his instant noodles.
"Hmm? It's quite delicious?" His eyes lit up, and he took another sip of soup.
"You haven't eaten in a long time, have you?" Shinomiya Haruka said, staring straight at him.
Kitahara Hakuba slurped for a moment and said:
"I used to eat a lot of junk food when I was in school, but I haven't eaten much of it since I started working. I miss it now."
He used to enjoy eating instant noodles, fried chicken lunch boxes, and all kinds of sweets late at night.
However, as he grew up, this behavior gradually disappeared, and he gradually came to accept what his parents called "junk food".
Shinomiya Haruka smiled and said, "I can give you seafood later."
"?May I?"
“Why not? I’m your girlfriend.” Shinomiya Haruka crossed her legs, revealing the curves of her rounded thighs.
"But I'm supposed to go shopping for clothes this afternoon... What if I lose track of time like before? Maybe I should just forget about it and wait until tonight? Wait, that thing seems to be gone. Should I go to the pharmacy?"
Kitahara Hakuba blurted out his inner thoughts, but upon seeing Shinomiya Haruka's mocking smile,
He knew he had been tricked again.
No, it wasn't that he was being played; it was that whenever he was with Shinomiya Haruka, his mind was filled with lewd thoughts.
It was all his fault.
"No need, there's enough time." Shinomiya Haruka smiled at him, resting her chin on her hand.
"Wait...you mean this seafood, right?" Kitahara Hakuba felt he had been speaking to her too casually.
He was clearly not the kind of person who thought like that, but his behavior became increasingly outrageous as he got to know her.
Shinomiya Haruka gently tapped her alluring face with her fingers and said, "It's seafood, just like you're thinking of it."
"So... edible plant and animal ingredients produced from the sea?" Kitahara Hakuba asked.
“Of course,” Shinomiya Haruka said, looking at him meaningfully. “Or perhaps you’d like to eat some seafood?”
"Why didn't you say so earlier if there was seafood!"
Whether it was regret or relief, Kitahara Hakuba stood up and went to the kitchen to open the refrigerator. Sure enough, there was a bag of mantis shrimp inside.
It really is seafood!
But he was almost full from eating instant noodles.
"Want some?" Shinomiya Haruka walked in, her hand suddenly reaching into Kitahara Hakuma's trouser pocket.
Kitahara Hakuba felt the softness pressing against his back and said:
"No need, I'm already quite full. Let's do it tonight."
Shinomiya Haruka stood on tiptoe, brought her lips close to his ear, and said:
"I was referring to other seafood."
"You bought other seafood?" Kitahara Hakuba asked in surprise, turning his head to the side.
Shinomiya Haruka blushed and remained silent, only slightly pursing her lips, her charm hidden in her soft-looking little mouth.
"No, and besides, it would make it seem like I'm only dating you for your body. I prefer your charm that radiates from within," Kitahara Hakuba said with a tense expression.
"Really?"
"That's really true!"
Shinomiya Haruka chuckled:
"Isn't it a kind of charm that makes you obsessed with my body? So... just let loose, I'll be very happy."
"Huh?" Kitahara Hakuba was stunned.
"What? Tired of playing?"
How could he get tired of playing with her? If we're just talking about physical attraction, Shinomiya Haruka could play with him for a lifetime, no matter where she is.
"Let's eat first, then take a nap. I'm a little tired," Kitahara Hakuba said, spitting out a mouthful of saliva.
Shinomiya Haruka didn't refuse, and the two returned to the dining table. After finishing their meal and tidying up, they went to bed.
The two did not engage in any romantic behavior. Kitahara Hakuma lay with Shinomiya Haruka in his arms for a while, and just as he was about to close his eyes and go to sleep, she suddenly spoke:
"I hired a shop assistant, and she'll come for the interview this afternoon."
"Hmm, it's nice." Kitahara Hakuma brought his nose close to her hair; it smelled wonderful.
Shinomiya Haruka said, "Guess how much the hourly wage is?"
“980?” Kitahara Hakuba said, as he slipped his hand under her clothes.
"How could that be? This position has its requirements; you can't do it without some music theory knowledge and an understanding of the structure of musical instruments."
Shinomiya Haruka patted his hand and said,
"You promised we'd only sleep!"
"Boys like this; it makes them feel safe." Kitahara Hakuba felt his eyelids grow heavy. "How much does it cost?"
"1200."
"Hmm, that's good."
This is only considered minimum wage in Tokyo, but it's considered pretty good in Hokkaido.
Seeing his dazed look, Shinomiya Haruka stopped talking and didn't remove his hand, but simply closed her eyes.