Chapter 68 - The Ambiguity in the Kitchen (Part 1)

As Shirakawa Miwa came out of the kitchen holding two steaming cups of red tea, she found Ito Yoshito sitting on the sofa, looking around curiously.

"Hehe... Ito-kun, please have some tea"

She set one of the cups on the table next to the sofa and handed him the other, smiling warmly.

"Thank you."

Yoshito took the cup of red tea, sipped it lightly, and smiled, saying, "Sensei, your home is decorated very warmly."

"Isn't it?" Her eyes crinkled as she giggled behind her delicate hand, clearly pleased with Yoshito's compliment.

"I put a lot of effort into designing it back then!"

"Hehe I guess anyone would be lucky to have a capable beauty like Sensei as their girlfriend."

"Uh, actually... I'm single, still."

"Oh~ So Sensei is still single!" Yoshito was a bit surprised; with someone as gentle and attractive as Miwa, she should have many admirers.

"Uh— I hadn't thought about it much before…"

She touched her still youthful face; although her appearance remained youthful, she couldn't escape the reality of being nearly in her thirties.

Shirakawa Miwa sighed helplessly. "Now that I'm older, my family is pushing me to get married. Looking back, it's such a pity I didn't have a relationship back in school…"

"Hey, it's not too late now! With your beauty, I'm sure many will still chase after you."

"Sigh… My family arranges blind dates for me almost every day. Who knows? Maybe one day I'll just marry someone I take a liking to…"

"…" 

After taking another sip of the red tea, Yoshito decided it wasn't appropriate to delve into Miwa's family matters. However...

Gazing at Miwa's enchanting face, her voluptuous figure, and her long, elegant legs, Yoshito couldn't help but let his thoughts wander. 

"Alright, alright."

Lightly patting her face to regain her composure, Miwa smiled at Yoshito.

"Let's not dwell on that. Ito-kun, you just sit and relax. I'll go prepare a feast for you."

As she stood up from the sofa, Miwa flicked her hair back and tightened her fists excitedly.

"I'll help too. Sensei, don't underestimate my cooking skills! I've received praise from many."

He stood up, ready to follow Miwa into the kitchen, but she stopped him.

"No, no~ How can I let a guest do the work? Ito-kun, just stay on the sofa and enjoy your tea."

With one hand on her hip, Miwa waved her other hand dismissively, firmly rejecting his offer.

"It's fine! Let me help!"

"Not a chance!" 

Clearly, Miwa was being stubborn over a trivial matter again!

She lifted her hands, trying to push Yoshito back down onto the sofa.

"Hey, Sensei, you're acting just like in the library!"

"Humph!"

Miwa huffed, her voice rising a pitch, "Didn't I say? Don't bring up that incident to tease me!"

Having said that, she marched toward Yoshito with a fierce aura, as if to tackle him onto the sofa.

"Ha ha, Sensei, I was joking!"

Upon seeing this, Yoshito chuckled and took a few steps back, dodging Miwa's charge, though his expression was cheeky.

"Humph!" 

Miwa kicked the ground in frustration, glaring at Yoshito. She turned her back to him, crossing her arms and sulking.

Yoshito felt a pang of panic. 'Oh no, did Shirakawa Sensei really get mad?!'

"Um... Sensei, I'm sorry."

Rubbing the back of his head, Yoshito hurried to her side.

"I really didn't mean it…"

"Hehe, got you!" 

Suddenly, the seemingly upset Shirakawa Miwa spun around and grabbed Yoshito's wrist.

Stunned, Yoshito stared at Miwa in disbelief, not expecting her gentle demeanor could hide such playful mischief.

Indeed, beautiful women were often the best deceivers!

Miwa's eyes sparkled with mischief as she poked Yoshito's forehead with her slender finger, giggling, "Hehe, who told you to speak carelessly?"

"Indeed, the older generation is always better!" Yoshito shook his head helplessly, allowing Miwa to tease him.

"Hmm! Ito-kun! Are you saying that I'm cunning?"

"I didn't mean that…"

"I'm not listening! Unless you let me touch your head."

With twinkling eyes, Miwa grinned mischievously.

"Maybe it's not necessary…"

"Hehe, if you won't let me, I'll just do it myself." 

Just like in the library, Miwa always challenged herself to reach heights that seemed out of her reach.

Although Yoshito's head wasn't as high as the bookshelves, Miwa eagerly tiptoed up, resting her hands on Yoshito's shoulders, and jumped a little.

An overwhelming wave of softness suddenly enveloped Yoshito's head, as a sweet fragrance invaded his senses, leaving him feeling dazed. 

"Hey!"

In a moment of forgetfulness, Shirakawa Miwa would pay the price again. Her little toes inadvertently tripped over the corner of the table. Time seemed to freeze as Miwa lost her balance and leaned forward, pressing against Yoshito.

With darkness closing around him, Yoshito had yet to comprehend what was happening as he fell backward under Miwa's weight.

His arms instinctively wrapped around her waist, stabilizing her as they both fell onto the sofa.

"Bang!"

"Ah!" 

A sudden gust of air swirled around, lifting Miwa's hair as they both landed, creating a fleeting chaos. Once the gentle strands finally settled back down, tranquility returned.

At that moment, Miwa had tightly wrapped her arms around Yoshito's head, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment and shame, her eyes squeezed shut, her long eyelashes fluttering slightly.

"Um... Ito-kun…"

"Mmmph!" 

Warm breaths flowed between them, brushing against her fair swan-like neck, sending shivers down her spine. It felt as if an intense wave of heat washed over her, reminiscent of the heated encounters in the library.

"Eep!"

She quickly released her grip, pushing herself up from the sofa, only to find that Yoshito still held her waist.

"Ito-kun... could you let go?"

With her delicate figure swaying like a willow in the wind, her skin smooth as cream and soft to the touch, Yoshito momentarily forgot the overwhelming sensation of being deprived of his breathing space, the silky smoothness of her skin more delicate than silk.

Hearing her request, Yoshito reluctantly released her. Miwa took the opportunity to stand up, shyly

adjusting her hair while fixing her T-shirt that clung to her.

"Um... Ito-kun, I'll head to the kitchen to get busy... You, feel free."

Having said that, she dashed toward the kitchen in her cozy house slippers, not looking back.

"Phew—"

"Phew—"

"Phew—" 

Lying on the sofa, Yoshito sighed softly as fresh air flowed through. He could still perceive the faint trace of her fragrance lingering in the air.

"Sensei seems so gentle, yet she can be surprisingly fierce…"

Sitting up, he grabbed the richly fragrant red tea from the table and took a sip. The tea was supposed to be savored slowly.

Unfortunately... this world was full of challenges, where there was no time for leisurely enjoyment. Instead, the flavors would soon be snatched away, leaving only a sigh of regret in its wake.

He downed the remainder of his tea in one go and got up, heading toward the kitchen.

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