RNP Page 598
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There are only three layers, but if the breasts are broken, it could be disastrous, especially for entertainers.
However, no performers are likely to come looking for him, but it's better to be safe than sorry.
Let Shinomiya Haruka continue sleeping, and Kitahara Hakuba tidied everything up and went to work.
The fence of the courtyard wall has become a row of sticks covered with icing sugar, and the branches of the trees are covered with glistening fluff.
Kitahara Hakuba's gaze darted back and forth around him. He felt as if the whole world had been re-decorated with cream, and all the lines had become extremely gentle.
Walk across the next street, and you'll soon reach the arrival station.
"Kitahara Lingshi."
A sweet, cloying voice reached Kitahara Hakuba's eyes. He looked in the direction of the voice and saw that it was Saito Haruki.
The winter uniforms at Shenxu Dam are less visually appealing than the summer uniforms. The heavy woolen fabric presents a straight, uncompromising silhouette, draping down from the shoulders and almost obscuring the waistline.
Only the lower body can interact with Doctor Xia.
However, Saito Harukori's figure was too prominent, and even in a heavy uniform, her full breasts could be felt.
"What a coincidence, Doctor," Kitahara Hakuba said, standing still and waiting for her.
Saito Haruka gripped the shoulder strap of her schoolbag, and the hem of her pleated skirt, thickened with lining, seemed somewhat stubborn, not easily swayed by the wind.
It maintains a stubbornly high, straight downward posture, concealing the subtle connection between the girl's hips and braids.
Saito Haruka's mouth was closed, but the groans that escaped her throat were exquisite. Then she opened her mouth and said...
"I'm waiting for Kitahara Reishi here because it wouldn't feel right to wait at the entrance; someone might see me."
Kitahara Hakuba hesitated for a moment, gazing at her face that left passersby in awe, and said:
"Really? What's the matter?"
Saito Haruka raised her left wrist, on which was a leather watch; she had no recollection of ever wearing one before.
"The next power line will be here soon, shall we talk as we walk?"
"Row."
The moment she walked, you could see the lines of the girl's taut thighs, which were particularly striking against the backdrop of black calf socks.
“Yesterday’s doctoring was quite dangerous,” Saito Harutori said, looking at the tire tracks on the asphalt road.
"Did Isogen tell you?" Kitahara Hakuba asked.
“Yes, because we’re good friends.” Saito Harutori rubbed her hair with her hands, a faint smile playing on her lips.
Kitahara Hakuba did not reply, as he was still unsure of her purpose in coming to him.
Saito Haruka applied slight pressure with her fingertips, as if trying to break the strands of hair with brute force:
Why don't you come looking for me?
Kitahara Hakuba glanced at her sideways: "About forming a team?"
Saito Haruka's tongue skipped a beat, and she continued:
"Why did you only choose Tsukiyo and Eri? For Kitahara Ryoushi, even having two basses would be a simple matter, right?"
Her small face was full of melancholy, and the sadness directed at Kitahara Hakuma was so intense that it seemed deliberate.
“Isomoto-kun is enough,” Kitahara Hakuba said softly.
Saito Haruka never looked at Kitahara Hakuba, even tilting her head slightly to the side, her demeanor like that of a beautiful young woman secluded in her chambers, untouched by worldly pleasures:
"It was clearly something Yuka and I did together for you, so why did you only choose her?"
“I’ve never agreed to something like that,” Kitahara Hakuba said.
Saito Haruka clenched her small hands, raised her face and stared directly at him, speaking in a tone that was almost interrogative:
"You agreed to Keiri, didn't you? You agreed to anything she did for you, didn't you?"
Kitahara Hakuba confirmed it.
Could it be that Eri has already told her about their relationship?
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Several students walked across the snow-covered ground, their bodies bundled up tightly, their breath dissipating into the cold air in puffs of white smoke.
They laughed and joked with each other, their voices mostly absorbed by the snow, leaving only indistinct music dancing in Kitahara Hakuba's ears.
"Let's go." Kitahara Hakuba didn't give a direct answer, but instead adopted an indifferent attitude.
Saito Harutori pursed her lips. She knew that she was already far behind from the start, so it was understandable that he treated her so coldly.
"Teacher Kitahara, I'm a girl too."
Kitahara Hakuma, who was walking ahead, heard her almost muttering words, her voice so soft it seemed to fall into a honey-colored orchard: "I also feel lonely. Don't you think this is too cruel to me? You know my situation perfectly well. I only have you left."
Kitahara Hakuba glanced back at her. The girl's cheeks were flushed as if by the cold wind, a thin layer of blush, with a hint of youthful white beneath.
Her eyes were dark and lost, with long, thick eyelashes that seemed to flutter as a butterfly trembled as it took flight.
Kitahara Hakuba didn't know how to reply to her, and he wasn't even clear about his feelings for Saito Haruka.
Having seen all her beautiful features and even experienced her skills, Kitahara Hakuba felt it would be a bit much to say he had no feelings for her.
He rubbed his hands back and forth in his pockets. The girl in front of him had indirectly expressed her feelings more than once, and he was well aware of it.
Kitahara Hakuba considered himself too hypocritical, knowing full well that Saito Harukori had those kinds of feelings, yet he still "accidentally" went to her house to use his eyes to wantonly enjoy her youthful and voluptuous body.
What was my thinking? Was it because I knew she was willing to do anything that I went? To experience her deliberate actions.
Kitahara Hakuba glanced to the side, his tone becoming unusually gentle:
Are you still living alone lately?
Perhaps sensing that his voice had become incredibly gentle, Saito Harutori looked up at him, nodded, and said:
"Yes, alone."
Kitahara Hakuba took a deep breath and exhaled a cloud of white mist:
Do you have any money left?
"Uncle Nagase didn't make things difficult for me; he even gave me enough money to study at a university in Tokyo until I graduated."
Saito Harutori forced a faint smile onto her small face, raised her hand to smooth her hair, and said, "How should I put it? Although I'm very grateful, it feels like you're just taking the money and leaving us alone."
Kitahara Hakuba fell silent. He knew that Saito Harutori's words were ostensibly directed at the Nagasuke family, but in reality, they were a subtle way of telling him not to use the same methods to distance himself from her.
He continued walking toward the station, with Saito Harukori following behind him.
"So what do you want now? Do you want me to temporarily add you in?"
Kitahara Hakuba said nonchalantly, "I can temporarily add a euphonium for you, but you'll have to figure out the melody and order yourself with Isomoto."
Saito Harutori stared at his retreating figure in surprise, seemingly not expecting him to be willing to add her as an extra person at the last minute.
All the complaints and sadness that came with him were completely wiped out by his simple words, like sugar cubes falling into hot water, melting away little by little, effortlessly.
I was actually quite happy; I was so easy to deal with.
After calming down her newly formed excitement, Saito Harutori thought for a moment and said:
"No, I've already teamed up with Amatsu and the others. If I leave now, it wouldn't be good for them."
“I see,” Kitahara Hakuba said. “If you have any problems, you can come and ask me directly.”
Saito Haruka quickened her pace in her brown loafers, closing the distance between them in an instant, and stared intently at his profile as she spoke:
"How does Kitahara-sensei plan to spend Christmas?"
"Wasn't the performance at the Red Brick Warehouse that day?" Kitahara Hakuba said.
"I'm talking about what to do after it's over? Like, are there any private activities or anything?"
Kitahara Hakuba frowned slightly. If there were any private activities, it would definitely be with his girlfriend.
Just as he was about to say, "Let's go for a casual stroll together with Shinomiya-sensei," Saito Harutori suddenly spoke up:
"Since everyone in the brass band is here, why don't we have a big party after the ensemble performance? Since Mr. Kitahara is leaving, everyone probably wants to spend more time with you."
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Kitahara Hakuba was speechless. Saito Harutori's words were full of obvious scheming, yet he couldn't feel a single bit of opposition to them.
The first people he thought of were Kuno Tachibana, with whom he had already established a relationship, and Kanzaki Eri.
If Kitahara Hakuba were to abandon the two of them on Christmas Eve, he would feel guilty.
However, the "Bracket Club Christmas Party" proposed by Saito Haruka now gives him a perfectly legitimate reason to spend time with them, and Shinomiya Haruka probably won't refuse.
While lamenting her own shame, Saito Harutori smiled sheepishly and said:
"Is that all? It'll be great as long as everyone's here."
Kitahara Hakuba realized that he was acting like a fool, leaving everything to Saito Haruki, which made him somewhat uncomfortable. However, in reality, this situation was very beneficial to him.
“,” he said.
The moment I stepped onto the platform, the tram bound for Wulingdun Station pulled into the station.
I followed the flow of people into the carriage, found a seat and sat down. The sky outside the window looked even more gloomy.
"It wasn't much warmer inside the carriage either."
Saito Haruka sat down naturally next to Kitahara Hakuba, clearly doing it on purpose, her soft thighs pressed tightly against his. "Does Kitahara-sensei like wearing heat packs?"
"I didn't put that thing on."
Kitahara Hakuba did not choose to pull his leg back, perhaps because the girl's leg was warm, or perhaps because he felt it was pointless.
"I really like sticking that thing on. I used to be silly and stick it on my chest, but Yueye said that you shouldn't stick it on your chest, but on your spine instead."
Saito Harutori laughed in his ear as if recalling a funny past event.
Her milky scent wafted past Kitahara Hakuba's nose, and a strange thought suddenly popped into his mind.
"Saito, what are your plans in Tokyo?"
"Hmm?" Saito Harutori seemed not to have expected him to ask this question so suddenly. After thinking for a while, she said, "I'll just find a place to stay."