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“Thank you, Nomiyama-kun. I think I can still make friends,” Yukino Yukinoshita replied naturally.

Nomiyama glanced at her but said nothing.

It would be a miracle if you could even make friends with them.

Yukino Yukinoshita noticed the emotion in his eyes, but didn't pay much attention to it, simply asking, "So where are we going now?"

"A nearby izakaya (Japanese pub)."

......

When Nomiyama arrived with Yukinoshita, all they saw was a young woman leaning against the wall, staring blankly with a bottle of liquor in one hand.

Around her, some were lying down, some were crouching, and some were groaning; there was a large group of thugs.

Nomiyama released Yukinoshita's hand and walked over there: "How come your violent tendencies worsen even after we're off campus?"

When Hiratsuka Shizuka heard the familiar voice, she looked up and smiled: "After all, students at most just play around. But for those who are grown up but still don't know any better, we have no choice but to give them a good beating."

Her gaze swept over another student who was standing at the alley entrance, her eyes showing a slight change.

So, was it because she called him over during their date?

Nomiyama walked up to her and squatted down slightly: "If you want to go home, hurry up. I need to go home and rest early later."

Hiratsuka Shizuka smiled slightly and leaned over him: "You always say that."

Nomiyama didn't bother to respond, but simply carried her across the snow, saying, "Let's go, let's take this drunkard home first."

"Ah."

The three walked under the streetlights, but because two of them were lying on top of each other, their shadows under the streetlights looked a little strange.

"Hey, you two are on a date again?" Hiratsuka Shizuka hiccuped, her tone seemingly curious. "A date at this hour?"

“No, it wasn’t really a date,” Yukino Yukinoshita answered first.

"Well, it's not really a date, just a simulation of married life," Nomiyama said seriously.

踢。

hide.

Nomiyama moved a little further away from Yukino and asked the person on his back, "When are you going to find a boyfriend? Even if you can't, you can have Haruno pick you up. What do you mean by calling me every day? Is a student taking care of a teacher every day?"

Hiratsuka Shizuka chuckled and pinched his cheek: "Isn't this great? A student taking care of a teacher, you must be feeling incredibly happy inside."

“Nonsense.” Nomiyama denied it, then lifted her up to prevent her from falling.

Yukino Yukinoshita glanced at them, her expression barely changing, but she was silently thinking about something.

This kind of conversation is so common that it means Nomiyama-kun and Hiratsuka-sensei often experience things like this.

The relationship between teacher and student? It doesn't seem wrong to think that way, after all, Natsume-sensei used to invite me to eat barbecue with him in private.

But I always felt that something was wrong.

Hiratsuka glanced at the thoughtful girl, then her eyes returned to their languid and dreamy gaze: "There's a cultural festival coming up soon, remember to participate."

"What does this have to do with me?" That's Nomiyama.

"Okay, I'll do my best." This is Yukino Yukinoshita.

The two looked at each other, and Nomiyama frowned: "You're going to participate in the cultural festival?"

Yukino Yukinoshita nodded in agreement: "I'll announce a program and also manage and host the cultural festival activities."

Nomiyama wants to ask why.

Yukino Yukinoshita gave the answer first: "Because my older sister once organized a pretty good cultural festival, I want to try it too."

“You’re no worse than her, why do you need this kind of proof?” Nomiyama turned around and continued walking in the night.

“I know I’m no worse than my sister,” Yukino Yukinoshita said softly, “but I want to see what I can do.”

Then she naturally said, "Wild mushrooms, together."

Nomiyama just kept walking forward, managing to squeeze out a single word: "Hmm."

Hiratsuka Shizuka lay on top of him, listening to their conversation, and rolled her eyes.

These disgusting young couples are just taking advantage of the fact that they can't find partners; otherwise, they'd brag about it to their faces another day.

......

When Nomiyama got home, it was almost midnight.

He watched as the snow disappeared in one step, then looked back at himself from the second-floor window.

Without paying much attention, he simply turned and went to the other side of the house, the side with his room window.

He bent his knees, leaped up, and landed gently on the window of his room.

Carrying the convenience bag, he stepped onto the floor of his room and walked straight out.

There are still some things to do today.

I passed by Yukino's room, passed by Megumi's room, and then ignored Eriri's room.

He reached out and gently knocked twice on Mai-senpai's door.

The other person clearly knew who was outside the door, so instead of saying "please come in" to wake them, they quietly walked to the door and opened it.

Nomiyama looked at Mai-senpai, who was wearing rabbit-patterned pajamas, and handed her a convenience bag.

"I bought roasted sweet potatoes on my way home, do you want some?"

Chapter 237 White Silk, Violin and Piano

“Okay.” Mai Sakurajima smiled and stepped back to give him room to enter.

Nomiyama reached out and gently closed the door.

He then looked around the room, walked to the desk, sat down, and began peeling the roasted sweet potatoes.

Mai Sakurajima sat on the edge of the bed, right behind him, watching him.

"Kazehaya, how did you guess?"

Nomiyama continued peeling the sweet potato, casually replying, "Are you referring to your work trip to Tokyo tomorrow?"

He threw the sweet potato peel into the trash can, then held the half-sweet potato wrapped in a plastic bag, turned the chair around, and handed it to her.

"I thought about it on my way home. As a boyfriend, of course I should pay attention to my girlfriend's emotional state."

"Sneaking around observing like that, Kazehaya, is a bit of a pervert." Sakurajima Mai looked at the bright yellow sweet potato flesh after the skin was peeled off, and reached out to take it.

"I've always looked at Mai openly and honestly." Nomiyama leaned back in his chair, relaxing a little.

"Ah."

Sakurajima Mai responded, then lowered her head, gently biting off a small piece of sweet potato flesh with her pearly teeth.

She chewed slowly, thinking about some things about the person in front of her.

There were too many people around him, and it seemed like there was someone at every spare moment, so he thought he might as well wait a while.

I waited and waited until he disappeared from the room, only to realize that there seemed to be no time left, and the opportunity to be alone with him to explain things was gone. So I had no choice but to leave the explanation for tomorrow's breakfast.

It turns out that he had seen and was thinking about her hesitation.

Roasted sweet potatoes are so fragrant and sweet! I wish I hadn't fed him mine under the Ferris wheel last time. I should have eaten this sooner.

After taking another big bite, Mai Sakurajima handed him the roasted sweet potato.

Nomiyama reached out and took the half-eaten roasted sweet potato, hesitatingly asking, "Won't it taste bad when it gets cold?"

"No, it's pretty good." Mai Sakurajima said with a look of disgust. "But you have to consider that I'm a girl. It's the middle of the night, what am I supposed to eat sweet potatoes for? Think about a girl's figure."

Nomiyama silently took the kick, then, without changing his expression, took a big bite of the sweet potato.

Seeing his expression, Mai Sakurajima smiled slightly. She sat on the edge of the bed and nudged him with her leg: "Where did you go to play just now?"

Nomiyama swallowed the sweet potato meat and thought, "First, I'll go to a friend's place and have a bowl of ramen, then ride the Ferris wheel, take Hiratsuka Shizuka home, and then come back."

Mai Sakurajima looked at him and clicked her tongue: "Dinner, then milk tea, then ramen, and roasted sweet potatoes."

"Kazehaya, are you some kind of pig reincarnated?"

“It’s a god reincarnated.” Nomiyama swallowed the last piece of sweet potato, threw away the sweet potato skin along with the plastic bag, and said smugly, “It’s the only god of its kind.”

"Oh? A god who governs infidelity?" Mai Sakurajima seemed to be thinking. "Or perhaps? A god who governs philandering?"

Nomiyama looked at her for a while, then stood up and said, "Goodnight, Mai-senpai."

Mai Sakurajima grabbed a small bag from her bed and threw it at them.

Nomiyama reached out and caught it, glancing at it twice.

“It’s white stockings inside,” Mai Sakurajima said with a smile.

White silk?

Nomiyama turned to look at her.

Mai Sakurajima lowered her head slightly to avoid being looked at. She lifted the hem of her skirt and said in a soft voice, "Help me put this on."

Nomiyama glanced at Mai-senpai, tightened his grip, and his throat became inevitably a little dry and hoarse.

Mai-senpai's current pajamas are more like nightgowns in a sense; if you lift them up slightly, a large expanse of her fair, white legs will be revealed.

Nomiyama's affection for his girlfriend is all-encompassing; he doesn't particularly favor any one thing, but...

My girlfriend asked me to help her put on some white stockings...

His breathing was slightly heavy, but there were no obvious symptoms.

Nomiyama tore open the package in his hand and took out two white stockings.

Over-the-knee socks, also known as thigh-high socks.

Simply put, it needs to be worn up to the thigh area.

Mai Sakurajima quietly looked up at him, who seemed a little slow on the uptake, then stepped back slightly on the bed, stretched out her leg, and looked down: "Boyfriend, can't you even help me put on my stockings?"

Nomiyama didn't speak, but turned around and squatted down by the bed.

After a two-second silence, the boy reached out and grasped the slender left ankle.

Sakurajima Mai felt the heat emanating from the other person's palm, bit her lip, and tried hard to suppress the instinct to make a sound.

Trying to calm her breathing, Nomiyama moved her hand from her ankle to her toes.

Hold it carefully, then take the white stockings and gently and slowly put them on.

Slide your fingers down your ankles to your calves, and finally slowly move them up your thighs.

My hands moved across the soft flesh, the cool skin constantly stimulating my senses, and a mix of novelty and longing surged through my mind.

Nomiyama stopped with his hands at the end of the stockings, subconsciously looked up at the nightgown that she had pressed down tightly, and then looked at her expression.

Their eyes met, and the girl blushed like the fiery clouds at sunset. Her eyes were filled with rippling water, and her voice was so weak that it was almost imperceptible: "There's one more."

His throat grew even drier, and Nomiyama lowered his head, gripping his right ankle.

He took a deep breath and moved even slower this time.

"Damn it, Fengzao, hurry up..."

Nomiyama nodded, then slowed down again without saying a word.

Mai Sakurajima bit her lip and finally closed her eyes.

Then she found that when she closed her eyes, the touch of the other person's hands became more pronounced in her senses.

She tightened her grip on the hem of her skirt and her breathing became slightly heavier.

Until a certain moment, the boy stood up, took a step back, and looked down at the fruits of his labor that he had worked hard for several minutes.

He gripped his hands tightly and remained silent.

So soft, so cool, so white, so small...