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Shinomiya Haruka sat on the table, with the camera shooting down from above.
She wore a black coat with a white turtleneck sweater. Her waist was so slender that it made her ample breasts, which were about to burst out, look even more alluring.
Her lower body was clad in a black pleated mini skirt, beneath which peeked out sexy legs encased in black stockings. The stockings clung tightly to her skin, outlining every inch of her elegant curves, their surface gleaming with a subtle sheen.
What made his blood boil the most was her small toes, wrapped in black stockings, gently hooking onto her black high heels with red soles that seemed about to slip off.
Wow...the Doom Mushroom is so oppressive!
No, I can't let myself be manipulated like this anymore!
We must declare war on Haruka Shinomiya!
Declare war on the Doom-shroom!
Kitahara Hakuba spat and quickly began saving and deleting the photos.
"I'm here, but I'm just taking a shower, nothing more."
Chapter 67. Just Revenge, Really Just Revenge
Kitahara Hakuba was carrying his pajamas, perhaps because of his mindset, and being discovered by the students could also be interpreted as him going to the bathhouse.
The hotel corridors were filled with a faint scent of wood, accompanied by the cold hum of vending machines. Occasionally, the laughter of girls could be heard coming from some of the rooms, as if they were having a pillow fight.
He was supposed to be there to protect the purity of the girls' dormitory, but now he's breaking the law.
Kitahara Hakuba was both excited and scared, feeling like a blond-haired thug sneaking into a married woman's house for a tryst.
The ferry manager also came to Hakodate this time. If this bald guy finds out, he might get a lecture himself.
But as the saying goes—
"People are greedy for money, and they will die for lust."
I don't know who said it, but who cares? As long as he's satisfied with it.
He walked up the steps and arrived at the door according to the room number left by Shinomiya Haruka.
Reaching out and gently pulling, I found that the Japanese-style sliding door was locked.
After taking out his phone and sending a message to Shinomiya Haruka, he could hear noises coming from inside, and soon the door was opened.
With just one glance, Kitahara Hakuba was so shocked that he couldn't speak.
Haruka Shinomiya put on a long, straight black wig and red contact lenses.
The beautiful legs under the black pleated skirt appeared even longer with the addition of black and red high heels, showcasing the graceful curves of the legs to the fullest.
She appears aloof and pure, as radiant as moonlight, yet she possesses a subtle, alluring charm that ignites lust in those who behold her.
Kitahara Hakuba's heart was pounding wildly. His mind was filled with countless joys and stimulating encounters with Shinomiya, to the point that he wondered if he was sick.
Seeing his stunned expression, Shinomiya Haruka smiled faintly, her eyes, like those of someone who had successfully planned something, flashing with cunning.
"What are you thinking about—?"
She reached out her slender hand and gently tugged at Kitahara Hakuba's suit tie, easily pulling him into the room and locking the door.
Kitahara Hakuba didn't know what to say, so he just kept giving a thumbs up.
"Damn, I'm going to take a shower first."
"What are you trying to hide? Your mouth is all crooked." Shinomiya Haruka looked at him with a mischievous grin. "How is it? Does it look good?"
Gazing at her full breasts clinging tightly to her white cotton coat, Kitahara Hakuma's throat moved uncontrollably, and his breathing suddenly became rapid.
This is so incredibly accurate...
What's the point of declaring war? The defenses I painstakingly built up in my heart were immediately breached by lust.
But it's normal for a talented man like him to fall for beautiful women, right? Just like talented men throughout history have had their share of beautiful stories with women.
Kitahara Hakuba kept trying to justify himself.
Under his naked gaze, Shinomiya Haruka's black-stockinged legs tightened slightly in a seductive manner, and beneath her slender waist, her peach-shaped buttocks, which even the skirt could not conceal, were enough to reveal just how voluptuous and alluring her figure was.
Every curve possesses breathtaking beauty and boundless allure.
"You're tempted?" she asked with a smile.
"I've sweated a lot, I'd better take a shower first." Kitahara Hakuba's face was actually burning hot. "Let me go first, or I'll make your room stink."
Shinomiya Haruka, however, found it amusing and tightened her grip on his tie, bringing her pretty and delicate face suddenly close to his.
Kitahara Hakuba suddenly felt a warmth in his chest.
The two stared at each other, one's eyes filled with mockery and amusement, while the other's eyes burned with a flame that grew ever stronger.
"Teacher Kitahara~~"
Feeling his heat rising on her face, Shinomiya Haruka's lips curved into a smile, and she said in a shy voice,
Congratulations on winning the award.
"Thank you, Shinomiya-kun, but I need to use the restroom... I can't hold it in any longer." Kitahara Hakuba spat.
Whether it's her prominent buttocks or her sagging waist, they all contribute to her indescribable curves, making people lose their minds at first glance.
Kitahara Hakuba, you're already amazing. You didn't succumb to such temptation. You're such a self-disciplined and good boy!
Shinomiya Haruka narrowed her eyes slightly and let out a soft hum:
"Can't hold it in? What do you mean you can't hold it in? Are you going to do something inside and then ignore my little actions when you come out?"
It was discovered!
No! How can you look at him like that!
"I finally mustered up the courage to wear this outfit, Kitahara-sensei, can't you at least give me something in return?!"
As she spoke, Shinomiya Haruka raised her right leg, which was covered in black stockings, and pressed it tightly against his side.
Kitahara Hakuma almost instinctively reached out and grabbed her beautiful legs. In an instant, the smooth texture of the stockings and the softness of her skin almost made him lose his grip.
"Don't worry, if I can't hold you, I can lift you up again and try..."
Shinomiya Haruka released her grip on his tie, her hands wrapping around his neck like snakes, a blush clearly forming on her cheeks.
"Kitahara, actually I—"
"Shinomiya, are you there?" The ferryman's voice suddenly rang out from outside the door.
His voice instantly extinguished all the lust in the room.
The two remained in the same position, with Kitahara Hakuma holding one of his beautiful legs, not daring to move.
"What's wrong, Uncle?"
"Have you seen Kitahara? I just went to his room but couldn't find him," the ferryman shouted.
Shinomiya Haruka turned her head and said in a deliberately serious voice, "I didn't see her either. She probably went out for a night run."
"night run?"
"Yeah, he always likes to do these weird things."
Seeing that she could only pretend to be serious like this, a wicked thought suddenly welled up in Kitahara Hakuba's mind.
After bullying him for so long, it's not unreasonable to retaliate, right?
"By the way, he won the conductor's award this time. Did he say he'd share some of the money with you?" the ferryman said through a door.
Shinomiya Haruka frowned slightly and said:
"He earned this through his own hard work, why... um—!"
She quickly raised her hand to cover her mouth, glared fiercely at Kitahara Hakuma who was pinching her side, and whispered a rebuke:
"Are you crazy?! We're doomed if we get caught!"
However, Kitahara Hakuba, like a child, stood by and said with a grin:
"You're so smart, you'll definitely be able to get out of this dangerous situation."
"What's wrong?" the ferryman asked.
Shinomiya Haruka said with a wry smile:
"It's nothing, I just accidentally bumped my thumb on the corner of the table. The furniture layout here is really terrible."
As she spoke, she gave Kitahara Hakuba a coquettish glare.
“Be careful. I just feel that you’ve helped him so much, so he should give you something in return. Don’t be foolish and keep giving back, understand?” the ferry director said with the air of someone who had been through it all.
"Okay, okay," Shinomiya Haruka replied, wishing he would leave immediately.
Inside the room, Kitahara Hakuba looked down and saw thighs and pert buttocks under the black pleated skirt. His breath grew increasingly murky, and his brain seemed to be lacking oxygen.
Yes... this is revenge... pure revenge...
"Okay, I'll get something. You should go and rest too. I need something, oh—!"
The sudden soft cry from Shinomiya Haruka in his arms jolted Kitahara Hakuba awake, and he quickly withdrew his hand from under her skirt.
No! That's too dangerous!
"What happened?" the ferry manager asked hastily. "Another collision?"
"Yeah, yeah... but it's okay, you go first." Shinomiya Haruka buried her face in Kitahara Hakuba's shoulder, her face full of longing.
"Then be careful."
"Ah."
As the noise outside the door gradually subsided, Kitahara Hakuma's tense body finally relaxed. Before he could even catch his breath, his cheeks were pinched hard by Shinomiya Haruka and pulled to both sides.
“You——!”
Haruka Shinomiya's cheeks were flushed, her expression alluring and seductive, whether from anger, shyness, or the pleasure of their secret intimacy behind their family's backs was hard to tell.
"Ouch, ouch, ouch—!" Kitahara Hakuba cried out with a pained expression, "I won't do it again, I won't do it again!"
"Tell me, where did you pinch me just now?" Shinomiya Haruka asked, her eyes slightly narrowed, in a questioning tone.
"Uh......"
Kitahara Hakuba swallowed hard and said, in a joking tone,