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Nagase's mother looked at his face with great interest and asked curiously:
"Teacher Kitahara, aren't you surprised or scared at all?"
“What’s there to be afraid of?” Kitahara Hyakuma said.
If a third person were present, they would definitely find what these two people were saying inexplicable and quite baffling.
But both of them knew it.
The smile on Nagase's mother's face gradually faded. She straightened her posture and examined his body, saying:
"We're all adults, let's be frank. Do you know what kind of impact your act of helping Yueye with money will have on her? If people find out, your life and hers will be ruined. I know about what happened with Qingniao before. Aren't you worried at all?"
Kitahara Hakuma leaned back in his chair, meeting her scrutinizing gaze without flinching, and said calmly:
"I acknowledge that in this day and age, there is a great deal of potential danger in the excessive contact between teachers and students, especially male teachers and female students, and they are subject to malicious speculation from others."
He paused here, his brow furrowing slightly as if in thought, before continuing:
"Sometimes I reflect on whether I've been too reckless, but incredibly, I don't have a single thought of regret. No matter how right or wrong my choices were, they were still my choices."
So even if you bring it up with me now, I won't regret it.
"Heh heh, how selfish, Kitahara-sensei."
Nagase's mother smirked, her legs crossed, her black and red high heels bobbing up and down under the table.
"You would do such a shameless thing just to make my daughter admire and rely on you?"
Kitahara Hakuba frowned slightly, but his tone remained calm, even revealing a faint smile as he said:
"Is that so? So you see my behavior as shameless? But at the time, my desire for Nagase-san to go further was stronger than my own reputation, so I had no choice. Of course, all of this is based on the premise that Nagase-san really wants to do something, then I will definitely help."
“Hmm—”
Upon hearing his words, a look of surprise flashed across Nagase's mother's face, followed by a somewhat cold expression.
What he meant was that the Nagase family didn't intend for Tsukiyo to go any further, and that as her teacher, he was even willing to risk his own reputation to help Tsukiyo go further.
Who is this shameless person?
The young woman's chest rose and fell rhythmically, the pendant hanging between her breasts lying quietly, the gemstone reflecting a faint light under the lamp.
The atmosphere in the private room suddenly turned somber, and silence slowly descended like an invisible net.
Nagase's mother wiped the back of her hand with a damp coin and said softly:
"Teacher Kitahara, did Tsukiyo return the money to you?"
“Of course,” Kitahara Hakuba said without changing his expression.
"Didn't you calculate the profit?"
"She probably doesn't understand interest, and I don't need it."
Nagase's mother glanced at him lightly and continued to ask:
"Speaking of which, why did Kitahara-sensei treat Harunori like that back then? She didn't even want compensation. Was she afraid of retaliation? Or... did she want more?"
Kitahara Hakuba remained silent for a moment; explaining this to her would be too troublesome. After thinking for a while, he said:
"I think it's better to take the initiative to change something before things get worse. As for the returns, I haven't thought about them."
Chapter 303, Section 302: If I Hadn't Got Married >>
He gave this answer for the time being.
Saito Harukori is too young, too young for her to spend her life in a regretful tragedy and then live out her life in mourning.
Nagase's mother scrutinized him closely. His delicate and clear eyes revealed a seriousness and a firm will that many people do not possess, which this young man may have already acquired.
“I understand now,” she suddenly said.
Kitahara Hakuba looked at her, puzzled. "What do you know?"
Nagase's mother picked up the white wine on the table, poured herself a glass, and said, her slender white fingers pinching the stem of the glass:
"I thought you wanted to have sex with these two children, but it seems I was wrong."
Kitahara Hakuba's brow twitched.
You've been far too blunt in your words.
"I'm afraid you won't understand if I don't explain it directly, because that's how we adults are; we're really good at pretending not to understand."
Nagase's mother's wrist swayed slightly, causing the wine in the glass to swirl. The light refracted through the glass, casting a hazy glow that reflected in her eyes.
"Teacher Kitahara, I already consider you a mature adult. Would you like to have a couple of drinks?"
Her tone was gentler and more composed than before, carrying a natural respect.
"I still can't drink alcohol."
"Oolong tea is fine too. You wouldn't refuse a woman like me, would you?"
Hearing her say that, Kitahara Hakuba could only pick up his glass and gently clink it against hers.
Nagase's mother had previously said that her lover's drinking was a bad habit, but she herself drank very heartily, finishing her drink in one gulp.
She pursed her lips and said:
"Because my daughter is so beautiful, many unscrupulous boys have had designs on her since she was little, so I may have become a little arrogant and doubted you. I am ashamed and sorry about this."
Kitahara Hakuba shook his head. He didn't think Nagase's mother was wrong. If his daughter were as beautiful as Nagase Tsukiyo, she might think even more deeply than she did.
And your daughter's legs are really beautiful.
"Does Kitahara-sensei want to climb higher?"
Nagase's mother suddenly uttered a seductive remark, the light and shadow falling on her charming, mature face, adding a touch of mystery and gentleness to her appearance.
"What do you mean?"
“I have an idea. Director Ferry said you plan to leave Shenxu. Zongzhu and I have discussed this, and if you're willing, we can invest in you to start a mentoring organization. We'll take a 60% stake, and then when Yueye turns twenty in her third year of university, the two of you can—”
“I’m sorry, I don’t want to talk about this.” Kitahara Hakuba stood up abruptly.
Good heavens, so this woman not only wants me to work for the Nagase family, but also wants to continue the Nagase family line, right?
Does he think his genes are from the king crab of Hakodate Morning Market? That he can just get whatever he wants? Eat whatever he wants?
no way!
Even if your daughter wrapped her beautiful legs around him and begged him to death right now, he still wouldn't agree!
Seeing Kitahara Hakuba about to leave without a word, Nagase's mother raised her hand somewhat in surprise:
"etc-"
"There's no need to discuss this anymore. I hope you can take responsibility for Nagase-kun."
“I was just kidding,” Nagase’s mother said with a smug smile. “Where in the world can you find such a good deal? Money, power, and beautiful women by your side.”
good thing?
Seeing that Kitahara Hakuba was somewhat unhappy, Nagase's mother stood up, picked up her small handbag, and gently touched his shoulder with her slender hand, saying:
"Although it's not appropriate to say this now that we're married, I think I would have fallen in love with you if I hadn't met Sosuke."
"You flatter me."
By now, Kitahara Hakuba no longer believed a single word the young woman said; she was even more of a "sissy" than Kuno Tachibana.
Nagase's mother smiled gently:
"But don't worry, this is just a woman's approval, you don't need to take it too seriously."
Chapter 304, Section 303: I Examine Myself Three Times a Day (4K)
After dinner, Kitahara Hakuba and Nagase's mother came out of the private room.
The stiletto heels of Nagase's mother's high heels clicked crisply on the smooth tiles, while the pendant lay peacefully on the fleshy mound of her breasts.
The water rippled gently with each step.
good looking.
"Tsukiyo, where's your father?" Nagase's mother asked Tsukiyo, who was chatting with Xu Dongdong at the front desk.
"Hmm." Nagase Tsukiyo looked around. "I don't know, we were just here a moment ago."
"He must have gone outside to smoke again." Nagase's mother frowned, somewhat displeased. "Teacher Kitahara, could you please wait here for a moment?"
She walked out with a fierce look on her face, swaying her graceful body.
Kitahara Hakuba remarked that the young woman was indeed very alluring; this unique mature charm was a completely different experience from the innocent sweetness of a young girl.
“Teacher Kitahara, my mother sometimes speaks very casually. If she has made you feel uncomfortable in any way, I apologize,” Nagase Tsukiyo said.
"It's okay. Many people live for themselves and those around them. If they could understand this, they would know that it is pointless to indiscriminately attack strangers who have nothing to do with their lives."
The nights in Hakodate at the end of October were already quite cold, and even inside the shop, it felt somewhat uncomfortable. Kitahara Hakuba put his hands in his pockets.
“I think your mother is a shrewd woman who wouldn’t do anything pointless.”
He knew perfectly well that what Nagase's mother was worried about was that one day her daughter would become so deeply involved that she would "harm" the people she cared about.
Seeing that he didn't seem to care, Nagase Tsukiyo felt a little relieved. She raised her hand to run her fingers through her hair and tried to say:
"Wait for my notification." Kitahara Hakuba casually replied, "Okay."
Nagase Tsukiyo could only nod obediently. She understood that Kitahara-sensei's time was beyond her control, and obtaining even a portion of it was already a great success.
Outside the restaurant, the thick darkness of night enveloped the surroundings.
“You’re always smoking. What a bad impression it would be if Mr. Kitahara smelled it?” Nagase’s mother said with displeasure.
Nagase's father smiled dismissively and said:
"Smoking among guys won't leave a bad impression, right? Mr. Kitahara is an adult. If he knew that I refrained from smoking in the restaurant but smoked outside, he would definitely admire my character, wouldn't he?"
"I think the chances are very small, or even nonexistent."
Nagase's mother stood with her arms crossed, her gaze fixed on the parking lot beside her, the glaring headlights blinding her.
"Teacher Kitahara doesn't seem to be interested in money, and his understanding is far beyond that of his peers. It's very difficult to manage such a talented teacher."