I play wind instruments in Kansai.

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Not wanting to keep Liu Mujie Deng waiting any longer, Gong Lingwang greeted the two of them and then jogged upstairs.

Shiraishi Hitomi, carrying her bag in both hands, couldn't help but look up and watch him go upstairs.

"Hitomi, shall we go?" Kirishima Ruka had seen it all.

"Ah."

Upstairs, Miyamine Nozomi had already reached the office corridor.

There were hardly any people left in the school building; even the supervisors' voices could not be heard. It seemed that they had all left particularly early due to the weather.

When Miyamine Nozomi arrived at the office, she found Hayami Tenma Sei sitting at his desk, holding a palm mirror in his left hand and constantly smoothing his bangs with his right.

"Supervisor Hayami?" he asked.

Upon hearing Miyamine Nozomi's voice, Hayami Tenma Sei quickly looked up, closed the palm mirror, and placed it on the table in a delicate little bamboo frame used to store various odds and ends.

"Why did you call me?" Gong Lingwang asked as he stepped forward.

"Cough-cough-"

Hayami Tenma straightened her back, crossed her legs covered in stockings, making her buttocks appear even rounder and fuller as she sat in the chair.

"Didn't we say that before?"

"What is it?" Gongling Wang asked.

"...It's that one." Hayami Tenma turned his face away from him, kneading the red pen in his hands. "It's the one that was mentioned at the Shiraishi family's house."

Gongling Wang frowned slightly and said:

"I've told you so many things over there, how would I know which one it is?"

Hayami Tenma Sei blushed and gave him a slightly coquettish complaint:

"You did this on purpose, didn't you?"

"I wouldn't know unless you explained it clearly." Gong Lingwang had truly forgotten.

Hayami Tenma gently bit her lower lip, then opened the drawer and took out a small snack bag.

It looks like the small packaged "Doritos" from the outside.

"Give."

"Thank you, Supervisor Hayami, but I don't eat this stuff," Miyamine Nozomi said dejectedly.

Hayami Tenma Sei, feeling both embarrassed and anxious, glanced at the door to make sure no one was there, and quickly said:

"I didn't say that! Take a look!"

Gong Lingwang lowered his head and opened the small snack bag.

What lay inside wasn't a few packets of snacks, but a black pantyhose rolled up in a ball, the black nylon gleaming finely under the cool white light.

Gong Lingwang was stunned for a moment, thinking he had seen wrong, and reached his hand inside.

There's no way this smooth texture could be wrong.

Well... it really is a little 'snack' that can be used at night...

"Supervisor Hayami, this—" He was a little confused.

Can you accept it?

"You little rascal."

Hayami Tenma spun around in the artificial chair beneath her, glanced at him sideways, and noticed a barely perceptible blush on her earlobe.

"Didn't I say before? As long as you make progress, I'll give it to you."

Gong Lingwang swallowed hard, and, finding courage from who-knows-where, he asked directly:

"You didn't just grab any random one from the street to fool me, did you?"

As if to prove something, Tenma Hayami's tone became somewhat hurried:

"This is mine!"

Is it the one you usually wear?

At this moment, Gong Lingwang had no ulterior motives whatsoever; he was simply curious whether it was that particular path.

Hayami Tenma Sei hadn't expected Miyamine Nozomi to ask him this, and instinctively pressed his legs together, whispering:

"Yes."

"Oh."

Miyamine Nozomi reached in again, repeatedly rubbing and massaging it, then picked it up in front of Hayami Tenma Sei and brought it close to his nose to smell it.

It has a faint body fragrance and a hint of musk.

"What are you doing!" Hayami Tenma Sei suddenly felt his mouth go dry when he saw him like this.

"No, it was subconscious," Gong Lingwang said calmly as he put the pantyhose back. "Like how I sometimes smell my own socks."

"This is mine! Not yours!"

"Then why did you give it to me?"

"Hmm..."

Startled by Miyamine Nozomi's retort, Hayami Tenma suddenly realized what was happening.

Yeah, why would you give it to him in a place like this?

To put it nicely, it's to fulfill a promise; to put it bluntly, the motivation for giving it to him was simply to hope that he would use it.

You can't just take it and wear it yourself, can you?

How insane!

Realizing this, Hayami Tenma Sei realized how shameful and embarrassing she had done; she had indirectly helped Miyamine Nozomi release her desires.

If others find out, she'll suffer a terrible fate.

"Wait, I won't see you off!" Hayami Tenma Sei hurriedly said.

“It’s already been given away, how can we ask for it back?” Gong Lingwang tucked the bag into his arms.

Hayami Tenma frowned, extended his hand towards him, and said:

"I don't care about you, just give it to me! Listen to me!"

Seeing her obvious anxiety, yet also her desire to maintain her supervisory image, Miyamine Nozomi, in a playful mood, laughed and said:

"No, I want to take it home tonight."

"Miyarei, do you know what you're saying?" Hayami Tenma Sei's breathing became increasingly erratic, and his lips pursed slightly.

However, Miyamine Nozomi was not worried at all, and forced a gentle smile as she said:

"Actually... thank you for your concern, Supervisor Hayami. I wasn't in a good mood today, but fortunately, I had a pleasant surprise. Don't worry, I don't need it. I will treasure it like a precious gem."

"Well......"

Hayami Tenma Sei felt that the image he had painstakingly maintained was crumbling in an instant, and his heart began to race.

Seeing his expression, she felt too embarrassed to ask for it back.

"...Then you promise me you won't tell anyone."

Hayami Tenma looked up at him, her calves, encased in flesh-colored stockings beneath her pencil skirt, displaying smooth lines.

"I promise."

She took a deep breath, gave Gong Lingwang a gentle smile, and said:

"Don't act so recklessly next time."

"Ah."

Although Gongling Wang didn't know what he was doing, since she had already said so, she might as well agree.

Moreover, even Willow Wood Lamp could probably wear those black stockings.

Gongling Wang didn't have any bad intentions; he simply thought it was okay to wear it.

"I'll be going now, goodbye, Supervisor Hayami."

"Ah."

Only after he left did Hayami Tenma Sei dare to start panting heavily, realizing that she had done something terrible.

Just as I was about to rest my head on the table to catch my breath, Miyamine Nozomi came in again.

"Supervisor Hayami".

"What's wrong now?"

"This... seems to be snagged..."

Hayami Tenma Sei's eyes widened, and he explained almost instinctively:

"It's not because I'm fat, it must have gotten there by accident when I took it off."

“But I want the complete one,” Miyamune Nozomi said.

Where can I find the complete version for you?

Hayami Tenma Sei was getting angry, increasingly feeling that Miyamine Nozomi was pushing her luck.

"Gongling, if you're going to talk like this, why don't you just come shopping with me? I'll buy you a brand new one, wouldn't that be better?!"

Her breasts rose and fell slightly, and Gong Lingwang said in a pitiful tone:

"But...don't you already have one on you?"

"?"

Hayami Tenma was stunned for a moment, then looked down at the flesh-colored pantyhose he was wearing on his legs.

Because the weather was getting increasingly hot and humid, she wore a pair of extremely thin, skin-colored nylon stockings that looked almost like she wasn't wearing any from a distance. They only shimmered with a fine sheen under the light, making her skin appear warm and smooth like jade.

"What on earth are you thinking?!"

Hayami Tenma's ears burned pink; both angry and embarrassed, she grabbed a textbook from the table and slapped him.

"You're never serious in my classes! You didn't listen to a word I said when I took you home, did you?!"

She adopted a supervisory demeanor, but Gong Lingwang didn't actually want it that much; he was just asking casually.

If they don't want it, they don't want it. I didn't really want it that much anyway.

Seeing that Hayami Tenma was angry, he didn't intend to argue further.

"Sorry, Supervisor Hayami, never mind." Miyamune shrugged and turned to leave.

"Well--"

Seeing that he didn't press the matter further, Hayami Tenma felt even more distressed. He clenched his right fist and placed his left hand on his forehead, looking extremely troubled.

She really had to thank Gong Lingwang; he had helped her a lot.

In his eyes, she might become a woman who only cares about small gains, but when it comes to making sacrifices, she only thinks of herself.

"Don't worry, I won't tell anyone," Gong Lingwang said, turning his head.

"......"

Hayami Tenma Sei bit his lower lip, sighed as if in despair, stood up, and said...

"Come with me."

"where to?"

"Just come on over."

Miyamine Nozomi followed Hayami Tenma Sei out of the office.

She wore those black stilettos, the heels clicking crisply and rhythmically on the marble floor.

From behind, Hayami Tenma's calves are firm and smooth, her waist is slender, and below that is her hips, which are full and shapely under the skirt.

Thinking back to that night, she wore a white belted dress, which made her look pure and sweet.