I play the wind instrument in Hokkaido.

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In reality, she couldn't bring herself to dislike him just because he was doing things with other girls at that moment.

But what hurt her the most was that Kitahara Hakuba didn't keep his promise.

Since he had already promised to make a video tutorial that night, he should keep his word and not even bother to say "I'm busy right now".

But now, Kitahara Hakuba is ignoring what he said today in order to be with Shinomiya Haruka, which is proof that he doesn't care about her at all.

Saito Haruka took a deep breath, her rounded breasts, hidden under the fabric, swelled even more.

She tossed her phone aside and spread her body out in a "big" shape.

Suddenly I felt so stupid. It was perfectly normal for him to be having sex with his girlfriend, but here I was, heartbroken.

There was even a hint of envy.

Saito Haruka didn't know what others thought, but that was certainly what she thought.

I wish I were the girl doing that kind of thing with Kitahara Hakuba right now.

These words were vividly imprinted in Saito Haruka's mind, and she began to suspect that the source of her sadness was this shameful jealousy.

“I want it too:” Saito Haruka reached down and placed her hand on her lower abdomen.

But she quickly snapped out of it, forcing herself to sit up in bed, putting on her headphones and listening to sheet music, trying hard not to think about it. (First published on Weiqu Xiaoshui)

Once her heart is pulled in that direction, the dust of unease that has accumulated in her heart will swirl everywhere.

The soundproofing in this rented room wasn't very good, making it impossible for her to play her newly bought euphonium.

But just listening to the euphonium score was enough to calm her down.

Time passed by little by little. She listened to the few pieces of music she needed to master for the interview over and over again. Saito Haruka even took the time to watch the interview videos of her seniors from previous years.

Before I knew it, it was past ten o'clock at night.

How come only an hour has passed since the call ended?

Saito Harutori sat in a chair, her arms slowly stretching upwards. Her slender waist outlined the curves of her chest, and her youthful beauty and fullness were incredibly eye-catching.

"Hoo-hoo," she thought, wanting to close the laptop and go straight to sleep.

But the next instant, the phone suddenly rang.

Saito Harutori picked it up and saw that it was a call from Kitahara Hakuba.

Is it finished?

She bit her lower lip, feeling a little wronged. Normally she would have answered the phone happily, but today she felt uncomfortable and let it ring—did he think she was the kind of girl who only contacted him after he had his fun?

"Teacher Kitahara, what's wrong?"

That's what Saito Harutori was thinking, but she couldn't bear to keep him waiting too long.

"Sorry, something came up and made you wait so late. Can you come now?"

His gentle voice reached my ears, like a breeze brushing past, carrying a reassuring softness.

Saito Haruka was silent for a few seconds. She suddenly felt so stupid. She was overjoyed just by hearing one sentence from him, but Shinomiya Haruka could hear a deeper level of love that lasted for hours.

She didn't speak, and Kitahara Hakuba on the other end of the phone seemed to be waiting for her answer, falling silent for a moment as well.

In the ensuing silence, Kitahara Hakuba spoke up:

"Are you taking a break? I'm sorry, but if it's convenient, I'll come over and teach you tomorrow morning."

His voice possessed both a mature restraint and a hint of unintentional gentleness, causing Saito Haruka's hands to clutch at the folds of the fabric at her chest.

Asking from a distance:

"come over?"

"Um, is it inconvenient?"

Upon receiving his confirmation once again, Saito Haruka was momentarily stunned.

"can."

That's all for now, goodnight.

"Good night."

The call is over.

Saito Haruka stood with her legs together, a faint blush rising on her cheeks, each breath accompanied by a slight tremor.

This was the first time she had ever felt Kitahara Hakuba's words were so gentle to her.

I understand, I really understand. He was just apologizing for Shinomiya Haruka's behavior earlier. He came over to teach me, but that wasn't his intention.

"But you know perfectly well, don't you?"

Saito Haruka raised her hands to cover her face, an indescribable sense of shame and unease constantly churning her emotions.

"Knowing full well that I like you"

It is precisely because he knew this that he felt that "teaching in private was a form of compensation."

"How did I become so easy to deal with?"

Saito Haruka collapsed onto the bed. She had initially thought that Kitahara Hakuma no longer cared about her, but judging from his reaction today, that was not the case.

Because I care, I want to make it up to you.

Realizing this, Saito Haruka was overjoyed, and her breathing gradually became broken and disordered.

It started again.

The girl's legs unconsciously parted slightly, but then gently came together again at the moment of contact, awakening every nerve.

From a certain perspective, I should also thank Haruka Shinomiya for her "telephone game" and for her self-righteousness.

"Even though Shinomiya-sensei is an adult, she's still so childish."

The sound of panting was particularly clear in the quiet space, and the surrounding air seemed to become scorching hot.

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Finally, with an almost out-of-control force, as if pierced by a strong electric current, Saito Haruka completely collapsed.

The girl was still immersed in this extreme rebirth from despair, unable to come back to her senses for a long time.

Looking at himself in the mirror, Kitahara Hakuba even wondered if he had a second personality.

The "revolution" that was just decided today was immediately broken; no one can change their mind so easily.

"Just once, just this once." Kitahara Hakuba took a deep breath, constantly reminding himself.

He began to reflect on himself. When he was intimate with Shinomiya Haruka, the images of Eri and Saito Haruka would occasionally flash through his mind, and he even mistook Shinomiya Haruka for the two of them.

Especially when he was on the single sofa with Shinomiya Haruka, the thought of him and Eri sitting there together that day made it even harder for him to bear it.

Kitahara Hakuba scooped up ice water in his hands and splashed it on his face; the biting cold relentlessly stung his pores.

"You're still living too well."

He pointed to the seemingly gentle face in the mirror, wondering how much evil was hidden beneath that mask.

Kitahara Hakuba carried the water tank and mop out of the bathroom, while Shinomiya Haruka curled up in the bedding, motionless, like a dead animal.

There's a lot of dirt on the floor; it'll be a real problem if we don't clean it up quickly.

"Ouch ::" Shinomiya Haruka poked her head out from under the covers, her face flushed, and said, "Are you angry?"

Kitahara Hakuba gripped the mop, turned it on in the water tank, took it out, and held it up, saying:

"No, it's just that I don't really like using something so personal as a way to enhance the mood between two people."

Shinomiya Haruka lay on the bed, resting her chin on her hands as she looked at him and said:

"So, have you tried to increase your interest?"

"Yes, but once is enough."

Kitahara Hakuba was quite helpless. He didn't really like this kind of thing, but it did arouse his desire to some extent.

If he hadn't seen her blood before, he would have thought that Shinomiya Haruka was a regular in this field. It seems he still has a lot to learn from his sister.

“This kid named Saito really likes you,” Shinomiya Haruka said bluntly.

"I think she's the only girl who likes me."

Shinomiya Haruka was quite surprised by Kitahara Hakuba's words. She had thought he would brush it off, but he was unexpectedly honest.

"Because I am indeed quite good, in every aspect." Kitahara Hakuba cleaned the floor and then threw the black stockings, which had several tears, into the trash can.

His tone was very calm, and his appearance seemed no different from usual at first glance.

Shinomiya Haruka blinked her beautiful eyes and said softly, "I'm sorry, I promise I won't do it again next time."

Kitahara Hakuba liked this about Shinomiya Haruka; although she might play tricks on him with her words, she always knew where her bottom line was and acted accordingly.

Seeing that he didn't speak, but just mopped the floor again, Shinomiya Haruka sighed helplessly, lay flat on the bed with her head tilted back on the edge of the bed, looking at him with her head tilted back.

"Forgive me for letting you play like this."

"Do you really think that this is all it takes to make me happy?" Kitahara Hakuba said, spitting out a mouthful of saliva.

"So what do you want?"

Kitahara Hakuba was silent for a moment, then gripped the mop handle with both hands:

She said to me, "I'm sorry, Master White Horse. It was Xiaoyao's fault. Xiaoyao will never dare to do it again."

"Pfft—" Upon hearing this, Shinomiya Haruka suddenly burst out laughing, "Hahaha, what are you saying, hahaha—"

"Why, is it not allowed?"

Kitahara Hakuba blushed. He just thought it was a little playful thing between lovers and there was nothing shameful about it.

Shinomiya Haruka forced a smile, raised her hand to rub her slender, white neck, then made a cat paw gesture and said:

"I'm sorry, Master White Horse, it was my fault. I promise I won't do it again. I'm so sorry!"

"Ugh!"

From Kitahara Hakuba's perspective, one can glimpse her slightly protruding collarbone and her chest, which is faintly illuminated; every inch of her skin whispers of tranquility.

He felt that no man could resist.