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Nagase Tsukiyo managed a forced laugh, which suddenly turned bitter, and his brows furrowed tightly.
She bit her lips tightly, letting out a sound as faint as a mosquito's buzz:
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Actually, I'm not a very proactive person. If someone actively guides me, I might accept things without really understanding why.
The more she spoke, the fainter her voice became in the latter half, almost inaudible, as if something hot had been stuffed into her throat.
Kitahara Hakuba tilted his head in confusion, not quite understanding what Nagase Tsukiyo meant by saying that "someone can take the initiative to guide"?
Study?
"Oh, I see."
Regardless of what she said, Kitahara Hakuba-tsuke nodded and said with a refreshing smile,
"Don't worry, I will guide you well. If you have any opinions, you can also give me your feedback."
It refers to teaching, and has no other meaning.
Nagase Tsukiyo took a deep breath, mustered her courage, and stared straight into Kitahara Hakuba's eyes. Her heart was pounding, and her palms were getting warm.
She didn't know if she had conveyed it, but it seemed like Kitahara-sensei had sensed something.
"I'll see you out. My first attempt at reading has been in vain, a waste of time and effort."
"it is good."
Step out of the staircase and change your shoes in the entryway.
Nagase Tsukiyo wanted to take him to the station, but Kitahara Hakuba refused, citing the cold weather.
Watching Kitahara Hakuba disappear from sight, Nagase Tsukiyo's fingers unconsciously traced the windowpane, and the smile on her lips deepened.
Although the two did not have any physical contact, she still enjoyed the feeling of being together.
As time went on, she realized that she was as if she had been cursed, and in Kitahara-sensei's mind, she was a "well-behaved and polite girl".
At first, Nagase Tsukiyo felt that this was not what she wanted, but it was precisely this "well-behaved and politeness" that allowed her to get so close.
"Haruto and Eri couldn't do what I do, could they?" Nagase Tsukiyo ran her fingers through her hair, a hint of pride naturally appearing on her face.
She went up to the attic, drew the curtains of the French windows, and as she was about to put the trumpet on the chair into its case, she thought, "Hmm? Where's Kitahara-sensei's trumpet mouthpiece?"
To be precise, it was the mouthpiece she prepared for Kitahara-sensei.
After I came to my senses, I realized that the mouthpiece on the trumpet was the one that I had been playing for Kitahara-sensei.
Finally realizing what was happening, Nagase Tsukiyo's ears flushed crimson, and the scene of Kitahara Hakuba playing the trumpet uncontrollably replayed in her mind, even imagining the moment her lips touched the mouthpiece.
Nagase Tsukiyo was so embarrassed that she squatted down on the ground. An invisible wind lifted the hem of her pleated skirt, which then slowly fell back down.
Like a soft cloud brushing across the floor. /x/i￠a?o~s+hu~o~g+u,ai`.`c′o′m!
"what to do
Nagase Tsukiyo tried to shake off these embarrassing thoughts, but the heat on her face didn't lessen at all; she looked like a kitten that had just stolen a bite of honey.
As a result, the candy wouldn't dissolve in her mouth, and it was so sweet that it made her dizzy.
Even though she was the only one in the attic, the air felt warm and inviting.
"Really, he didn't even say..."
Nagase Tsukiyo complained somewhat coquettishly, then, with a breath in her mouth, looked at the mouthpiece in her hand.
Today's developments far exceeded her expectations. Even though neither of them said it aloud, their actions were imbued with a sweet and ambiguous warmth.
There's no mistake: If he didn't say anything, it means he's willing to do it that way too.
Chapter 328, Section 327: Anyone can lose their mind >>
"Well-"
Nagase Tsukiyo suddenly felt like she had flown straight from the ground to heaven, and from now on she could be fearless in front of Harutori and the others.
A sweet warmth spread from her lower abdomen, slowly flowing to her limbs and bones, making her body soft and sensitive.
Nagase Tsukiyo's cheeks flushed crimson, and her ears burned.
With his eyes closed, all that remained in his mind was Kitahara Hakuba's handsome face, his breath so close, and his gentle smile.
She pressed the mouthpiece, which the two of them had blown together, to her lips, and an indescribable sense of pleasure surged within her.
She bit her lower lip.
Nagase Tsukiyo's toes, encased in white lace socks, curled up suddenly, and the last shred of reason in her mind surged up in an instant.
It's been half a month since the last time. No, we can't go on like this. We need to shift our focus. Moonlight, you need to be a very well-behaved girl. Nobody likes a girl who's too unrestrained, and he won't like it either.
Nagase Tsukiyo rose from the floor with a hint of shyness and helplessness, her inner desires and reason battling back and forth, neither willing to give in.
While saying he would go back to his room to rest, he also said he would take a bath to calm himself down.
Ultimately, reason prevailed over desire. She stood up, took the small trumpet, and headed to the bathroom.
Brass instruments are washable, although the outside is easy to wipe clean, the inside is difficult to clean.
Therefore, Nagase Tsukiyo likes to take her small urinal with her in the bathtub, as it's convenient and she can clean it thoroughly.
Although no one was home, locking the bathroom door had become a habit for Nagase Tsukiyo.
She stood in front of the mirror, her fingertips tracing the hem of her skirt. As the zipper slowly came down, the soft pleated skirt slid down her long, white legs and piled up at her feet.
She bent down, her slender fingers hooked inside the sock, and pulled it off, revealing her fair ankles.
Next, she took off her white back-fastening bra.
When she removed the fabric covering her lower body and saw the marks, Nagase Tsukiyo sighed helplessly, complaining about her irrationality.
Throw it directly on the ground, then put the smaller one into the bathtub.
She took a shower first, then tied up her long hair and gently stepped into the bath.
The warm water rippled gently, and the girl's skin appeared exceptionally white and delicate, like porcelain, under the light.
"The moment En was immersed in the warm water, Nagase Tsukiyo couldn't help but let out a sweet voice that would make anyone's heart flutter."
She immersed the shimmering trumpet in water before carefully cleaning the mouthpiece.
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But the moment I see the mouthpiece, I can't help but picture Kitahara Hakuba's lips.
"how so:::
Nagase Tsukiyo, her mind in turmoil, knew she was overthinking again. Her breath mingled with steam, filling the entire space.
The girl leaned against the bathtub, only her fair shoulders and collarbone visible, and held up the mouthpiece in her hand to look back.
At this moment, in her eyes, this was no longer an ordinary bugle, but rather something that carried other, more beautiful hopes.
And she had already seized the initiative; all she needed to do was think of it and she could execute "Hmm."
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Once such a shameful thought arises, it is difficult to take it back. Nagase Tsukiyo, who had just managed to calm down, was tormented by this thought and could hardly breathe.
She had never had such a thought before, but she was afraid that if it came to her today, it would come tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, and even every moment.
The ripples in the bathtub crashed against the smooth walls, just like her wavering mind.
She knew perfectly well that she shouldn't do such a thing, because if he found out, her impression of him would be greatly diminished.
And isn't being like a sunbird just like me?
But who can see it?
Nagase Tsukiyo kept making excuses for her indulgence, but eventually she couldn't bear it any longer.
Chapter 329 328. Sunny Bird, Teach Me (4)
Kitahara Hakuba ate at a ramen shop near the station and returned to his rented room a little after 7:30. (The remaining text appears to be unrelated and possibly machine-generated gibberish.)
After a quick shower, he grabbed the keys to Shinomiya Haruka Music Store and headed out to finish the last part of his composition.
I had just stepped out the door and locked the door when my phone in my pocket sent me a message.
Because so many people were willing to contact him, Kitahara Hakuba had absolutely no idea who it was.
Upon picking it up, he discovered it was from Aomori girl Yuka Isomoto: "Teacher Kitahara, are you home?"
Kitahara Hakuba pulled his coat tighter around himself, his typing speed slowing considerably. "What is it?"
The message was marked as "read" immediately after it was sent, and a short while later, Yuka Isomoto sent a message: "My family sent some more things. Are you free now?"
"Again?"
Kitahara Hakuba murmured to himself. He wasn't against Isomoto Yuka giving him local specialties; he just felt it was a bit strange.
He didn't actually like that Aomori black garlic very much, but to save face for Yuka Isomoto, he would still say it was delicious.
As a result, Yuka Isomoto received positive feedback and kept it in mind. The next time, she would send Aomori black garlic again, and Hakuba Kitahara would say it was delicious, and so on and so forth.
In reality, the black garlic she sent is still lying in the refrigerator, and Kitahara Hakuma is just waiting for it to "spoil" and then throw it away.
Then I'll comfort myself by thinking, "It's not that I don't want to eat it, it's that it went bad first."
Kitahara Hakuba continued typing, "You don't need to keep giving it to me. You're still growing. Keep it for yourself."
Yuka's body was already amazing; she had a perky bottom, a slender waist, and although her breasts didn't look as big as Saito's, they were perfectly enclosed by his hands.
However, Yuuka Isomoto took this as a subtle refusal: "It's alright, Mom and Dad specially sent an extra portion for Kitahara-sensei, I'm going there now!"
The image was accompanied by a picture of Buddha smiling.
Kitahara Hakuba sighed helplessly, but then he thought that it wasn't bad to have free labor coming to his door, and Yuka was a very obedient child.
Thinking of this, Kitahara Hakuba initially wanted to type, but after considering it, he decided to make a phone call instead.
It rang a few times before being quickly answered.
Yuka Isomoto's voice came from the other end of the phone:
"Teacher Kitahara! I'm on my way, please wait a moment!"