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The interview on the screen ended, and Saito Haruka arched her back, her toes curling inward as if she were stretching.
What is he doing?
Saito Haruka raised her hand, her fingers parted, and her eyes reflected the faint light shining through the gaps between her fingers.
I finally mustered up the courage to ask him to have something to eat today, but as expected, in his heart, I am not as important as other girls.
Even with a beautiful body, she couldn't win his heart.
"Am I destined to live like this forever?" Saito Harutori gripped the bedsheet with some resentment, closed her eyes, and fantasized.
The person with him is himself; the person exploring the unknown with him is himself.
白马
Suddenly, the doorbell rang.
Saito Harutori sat up in a panic, wiped herself clean, and ran barefoot to the bathroom.
I guess it's the neighbors again. I should have turned off the lights!
Saito Haruka gently bit her lower lip, sulking as she threw the wet wipe heavily into the trash can and put on her slippers.
She knew her body was different from others her age, and as a girl living alone, it would be a lie to say she wasn't scared when someone rang the doorbell so late.
Saito Haruka brought her left eye close to the cat's eye, but what she saw was someone she never expected—Kitahara Hakuba.
However, he looked somewhat puzzled, his eyes constantly glancing left and right, as if searching for something.
But Saito Haruka didn't think that much about it. Every organ in her body was overjoyed the moment she saw him, and a warm current kept flowing through her body.
Just open the door.
"Teacher Kitahara? What brings you here?"
Her tone was filled with undisguised joy, her cheeks were slightly flushed, and her breath sounded like a moan.
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Kitahara Hakuba gazed at Saito Harutori, whose body was encased in a cotton nightgown, the outline of her breasts appearing naturally rounded.
Unlike a smooth slip dress, this nightgown is neither ostentatious nor deliberately concealing, revealing the unique innocence of a young girl.
Underneath these simple cotton pajamas, the difference compared to when they were in training camp wouldn't be very noticeable.
He took a deep breath, able to smell the faint fragrance wafting from the boudoir even from the doorway, and said, calming his mood:
“I was just passing by after finishing my work and was wondering if you were still here.”
Saito Harutori had previously told him that her father had left her the house in the villa area and given her a large sum of money.
Logically, she should have moved back, which is why Kitahara Hakuba chose to come here.
Because in his heart, Saito Haruka is not here.
He came here only to calm the overwhelming guilt in his heart.
Even if she didn't live here, Kitahara Hakuba could comfort himself with the thought, "I've already chosen to try, but since she's not here, there's nothing I can do."
“I initially planned to go back to live here, but after thinking about it, I felt it would be better to stay here.”
As Saito Harukori spoke, she crouched down and took out slippers from the shoe cabinet; they were Kitahara Hakuba's size.
"Let me help you take off your shoes."
Takihara Hakuba didn't say he wanted to go in, but it wouldn't be good to just leave now, so he decided to get something to eat.
The moment her hands touched Kitahara Hakuma's ankles, he knelt down and said:
"Thank you for your kindness, I'll do it myself."
Taking off his shoes and putting on the slippers she had neatly arranged, Kitahara Hakuma stepped inside.
Saito Harutori walked ahead, hurrying towards the tightly closed window:
"I'm sorry, it would have been great if you could have told me you were coming. If the smell is a bit unpleasant, please bear with it."
"It's nothing." He shook his head.
It doesn't smell bad at all; in fact, it smells very good, with a milky aroma.
Shower gel? Kitahara Hakuba thought, his gaze instantly falling on her body.
The pajama pants hugged Saito Haruka's body, outlining every detail of her hips, and the folds at the base of her thighs silently stimulated every nerve in Kitahara Hakuba's body.
Strangely, Kitahara Hakuba did not see the outline of the girl's underwear.
Wow, they even have seamless ones now?
Amidst the alluring fragrance and accentuated by her pajamas, Saito Harukori exudes both girlish innocence and a captivating sensuality.
This may be her advantage over other girls.
If she wanted to, Saito Harukori probably wouldn't refuse, because she had hinted at it more than once—no, she had made it explicit.
Just then, Kitahara Hakuba suddenly remembered Kanzaki Eri's words, "Will you be the one to teach me?"
On another note, who will be the boy who teaches Saito Haruka joy and lets her indulge in this kind of body in the future?
Thinking of this, a complex and indescribable emotion welled up deep within me—a mixture of possessiveness, lust, and a domineering desire for control. (^White Horse Academy~ `Latest Chapter Updates+Fast￠)
But Kitahara Hakuba didn't find his emotions strange at all. He considered this to be the most basic "territorial" instinct of males, and the territory he claimed was full of things that were forbidden to touch.
Above this instinct, reason and reality will exert a dual suppression, which is also proof that humans are advanced animals.
Saito Harutori had no idea what he was thinking; she was just overjoyed that he had come.
She was grateful that Kitahara Hakuba was by her side on such a night.
Turning around, she found Kitahara Hakuma's gaze fixed straight on her body, like a brush gently gliding across her skin with a ticklish sensation.
Her body felt slightly warm under his slightly aggressive gaze, and her heart beat faster involuntarily.
Saito Haruka didn't feel uncomfortable; instead, she felt a sense of being cherished. Kitahara Hakuba's gaze made her feel like she belonged to him.
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It is worthy of appreciation.
"Should I change into a nightgown?" Saito Haruka asked, her fingers pinching the hem of her dress.
Kitahara Hakuba snapped out of his daze and realized that she had noticed his almost licking gaze. She probably thought that if she wore a sexier nightgown, she might be happier, or even more proactive.
He shook his head and said:
"The weather is getting colder now, so it would be better to wear warm clothes. I'd be in a lot of trouble if you got sick."
“Hmm:” Saito Haruka stroked a strand of hair with her fingertip.
Kitahara Hakuba looked around; her clothes were hanging near the window.
Shenxu's uniform, white ankle socks, black thermal tights, and close-fitting fabric that evokes a lot of fantasies.
"You came here because you've thought it through?"
Saito Haruka's words were somewhat... She had said some very bold things before, but for some reason, she now had a kind of girlish shyness.
The taste it brought to Kitahara Hakuba was truly quite different.
"Didn't you say you made duck soup for me? I'll have a few sips." Kitahara Hakuba ignored her words, took off his khaki coat, and glanced around.
Saito Harutori looked slightly disappointed, but quickly stepped forward, took the jacket from his arm, and hung it on the hanger beside him, saying:
"Then you sit for a while, I'll go heat it up."
"Thanks for your hard work."
"It's alright, I'm happy you came." Saito Harutori clutched the fabric in front of her chest, her face flushed as she walked to the refrigerator.
She took the pressure cooker out and placed it directly on the induction cooker. She heard a few beeps and a deep, resonant sound.
It wasn't jarring; instead, it carried a steady rhythm. "Is it convenient to go into the restroom?" Kitahara Hakuba asked.
“Of course.” Saito Harutori took out some more goji berries from the refrigerator. Kitahara Hakuba, after receiving permission, went into the bathroom.
There were many skincare products on the washstand, some of which looked quite exquisite, indicating that she also cared a lot about skincare.
I glanced at it briefly and also saw a bottle of "S-section care solution".
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Kitahara Hakuba raised his hand and rubbed his temples. He had long understood the immense psychological pressure of coming to Saito's residence; it was practically a form of spiritual training.
As he was about to lift the toilet seat, he noticed in the bamboo basket beside him her uniform and her underwear that she had taken off that day.
But there are two lines below, which is strange. Does she like dual-wielding?
One of them wasn't very clean; the difference from clean fabric was visible to the naked eye.
You need to pay attention to hygiene, Saito-kun.
The other one is white and looks very clean, but why is it also in the bamboo basket?
Just a few glances into the bathroom and he was already torn between his inner thoughts and his own. He forced himself to remain calm for a while before the toilet finally started flushing.
Once outside, you can smell the rich aroma of duck soup.
The last time Kitahara Hakuba had duck soup was the day he brought the three of them home.
"It needs to simmer a little longer to become fragrant. Have some fruit first." Saito Harutori placed a fruit platter on the table.
As Saito Haruka knelt down, her pajama bottoms clung to her body with her movements, the fabric gently pressing against the base, creating several delicate and alluring folds.
Kitahara Hakuba's breath caught in his throat. He could clearly feel that with just a light press, the object would spring back and give feedback.
wrong.
Does she never wear clothes at home?
Kitahara Hakuba swallowed hard.
Or is it because he came?
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