Chapter 113 - Chizuru Shiina, Who Is Excessively Upright

The next day, the morning sun filtered through the sheer curtains, casting a warm glow throughout the hotel room. The air felt slightly damp, and the brilliant sunlight spread like a delicate mist.

In the room, the large bed was unmade, with pristine white sheets and blankets strewn about, showing faint, deep wet spots. The curtains hung partially drawn, and on the nightstand, a lamp emitted a soft yellow light beside an open book, its pages slightly bent as if weary from witnessing the events of the night.

"Mmm…"

Groggily, Ito Yoshito turned over, his large hand instinctively reaching out in search of the soft, warm body he expected to find, but he encountered nothing.

Slowly opening his bleary eyes, he scanned the empty bed, propping himself up in confusion as he looked for Hazuki Miwako.

"Miwako?"

"Click."

A faint mist rushed into the bedroom as the bathroom door swung open. Amidst the swirling white fog, Hazuki Miwako gradually emerged, her figure becoming distinguishable.

It's well known that being a nurse is an esteemed profession that commands respect.

What lay before Ito Yoshito was the sight of Hazuki Miwako in her nurse uniform, though…

It had been slightly altered.

"Patient-san~ you mustn't move! Now is treatment time."

Her sweet voice flowed like an electric violin piece, snapping Ito Yoshito from his muddled state, his blood—previously dormant—quickly began to boil with excitement.

"Miwako…"

"Patient-san, one night's worth isn't enough~ you'll need to undergo treatment all day today!"

"Tap tap~~"

With her signature white high heels, Hazuki Miwako approached the bedside, looking down at Ito Yoshito with a commanding presence.

Beneath the white nurse's cap, her long, brown hair cascaded down like a waterfall, still faintly damp from her recent shower. Yesterday's white stockings were now in tatters, leaving Hazuki Miwako in a pair of delicate pink stockings that allowed glimpses of her flawless skin.

The style of the stockings remained strappy, with two pink straps disappearing beneath the snug, rounded white nurse's skirt.

Above that were her slender waist and—suddenly pronounced—a generous, round shape spilling out from the heart-shaped neckline of her blouse.

Noticing Ito Yoshito's heated gaze, Hazuki Miwako didn't shy away; instead, she proudly thrust out her chest, the alluring depth of her being drawing a sharp breath from him.

"Ah~~!"

"Ho ho~"

"Patient-san, it's time to prepare for treatment~"

"Miwako…"

Before Ito Yoshito could complete his thought, Hazuki Miwako interrupted him with a hint of dissatisfaction.

"Patient, please don't get too familiar. Address me as Nurse."

Ito Yoshito paused briefly, swiftly realizing that they were role-playing. Miwako certainly knew how to have fun.

Heat rushed to his head, clearing his mind instantly, and the flickering flames in his eyes intensified. He decided to play along with Hazuki Miwako, pretending to be weak as he said:

"So, Nurse, what illness do I have?"

Not rushing to answer, Hazuki Miwako bent down to remove her high heels and placed her delicate feet lightly on the bed, standing poised between Ito Yoshito's legs.

"What illness do you have?"

Her slender fingers, polished with sexy red nail polish, rested thoughtfully on her nose as she adjusted her glasses.

With a seductive smile, Hazuki Miwako placed her soft feet on Ito Yoshito's firm abdomen, gently gliding her nails across his face, teasingly asking:

"Nurse, what are you doing?"

"Ah? Can't you tell? This is treatment~"

"Is that so? It doesn't feel very effective…"

"This is just the initial stage of treatment. The real treatment…"

Her delicate foot glided from his face, traced over his collarbone, slid down his chest, and across his abs…

"The area that truly requires treatment is right here~"

"Ah~!!!"

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"Thud—thud—"

"Chiku, what's the matter?" Miyajima Kiichiro set down his smoking pipe gently and asked, "Have you been staring at the waterwheel for a long time?"

"Ah?" Coming back to her senses, Miyajima Tsubaki shifted her gaze from the garden to her father beside her. "I'm fine, Father."

"Is that so…" Taking a deep drag from his pipe, Miyajima Kiichiro's expression remained neutral. "If there's something you want to do, go for it. The Miyajima family will always be your strongest support."

"Mm…"

Tilting her head slightly, she gazed at the phone tightly clutched in her hand, mirroring her father's calm demeanor.

The scorching summer breeze swept through, flowing over the babbling brook in the garden, carrying a hint of coolness that brushed against Tsubaki's hair, revealing her deep-set eyes, tinged with a sense of endless contemplation.

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Miyajima Tsubaki: [Is Little Toshi with friends right now?] (Unread)

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'It's been a whole night, and Little Toshi hasn't replied to my message…' She pursed her plump lips, anxiously clenching her hands, the neatly arranged hem of her kimono wrinkled, her blush-pink lips pressed tightly together, revealing disappointment and sadness in her eyes.

'Little Toshi has become less pure. No wonder he hasn't come to the dojo these past few times. Is he involved in that kind of work... or has he been misled by a bad woman...'

"Chiku, come practice with me."

Sighing, Miyajima Kiichiro's previously calm demeanor had vanished, replaced by a hint of frustration on his serious face.

"At this age, you still bring me no peace."

"If something is troubling you, let's resolve it in a kendo duel. As a woman of the martial family, the sword will reveal the answers."

Rising from the hallway, Miyajima Kiichiro stretched.

"I wonder if my sword techniques have become rusty with age."

'That's right! A Kendo duel!' Tsubaki's eyes sparkled, 'As long as I can beat Little Toshi and make him return to his old self, no longer engaging in those indecent activities!'

"What are you still sitting there for? Come on!"

"Yes!"

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*"Achoo!"*

Ito Yoshito suddenly sneezed, his body tensing up with a shiver.

"Ugh..."

"How strange, who is thinking about me?" he murmured, rubbing his nose with his hand.

"Ugh... Ugh! Patient-san, I... it's not..."

'It seems the truth is out.'

Looking at Hazuki Miwako, who was kneeling and comfortably sprawled on the bed with her back to him, Ito Yoshito thought to himself.

Time passed, and the joyful moments of the weekend quickly slipped away unnoticed.

Monday arrived, marking the first day of June, as summer seemed to enter another phase.

"Chirp, chirp, chirp..."

As he woke in the morning, the sound of cicadas buzzed incessantly in his ears, giving him a headache.

Ito Yoshito opened his eyes, catching sight of the vast expanse of pure white clouds outside, remarkably clear under the splendid sunlight.

"What time is it?"

Fumbling for his phone, he lit up the screen to find it was 8:02.

"It's almost time to head to school."

Stretching lazily, Ito Yoshito swiped through his phone and discovered a mountain of unread messages piling up on his screen.

He had been overloaded with tasks for the past couple of days and had hardly any chance to check his phone. Now, he had to hurry; he could only skim through the notifications and quickly get ready to leave.

"Click."

"Mr. Ito."

Just as he closed the door, a familiar voice rang out next to him. Ito Yoshito turned to see Liliana standing playfully at the corner of the stairs, her hands clasped at her waist as she greeted him.

An overwhelming sense of déjà vu washed over him; it was almost as if their first meeting had been in a similar setting.

The golden rays of the sun danced on Ito Yoshito's face, highlighting the clarity of his lake-like eyes, reflecting the beautiful figure of Liliana, hidden in the shadows of the staircase.

A gentle breeze flowed through, causing Liliana's long silver hair, cascading down to her waist like a waterfall, to sway lightly.

At this moment, she was dressed in well-fitted clothes, likely purchased for her by Masu Ami.

A light pink T-shirt clung tightly to her curves, emphasizing her bust, while her slender waist was exposed to the air, playfully adorned by her cute little belly button.

Her skin was a smooth, dove-colored hue, radiating a healthy, tender glow.

Blue jeans sculpted her rounded, elongated legs, making her appear even taller, like a captivating sorceress.

Feeling Ito Yoshito's unwavering gaze upon her, Liliana blushed, her brown skin tinted with a light rosy flush.

With a bit of bashfulness, she spoke again:

"Mr. Ito..."

Her dilating pupils gradually focused, and coming back to reality, Ito Yoshito greeted Liliana:

"Good morning, Liliana. We're neighbors now!"

"Good morning..."

"..."

"You look lovely today."

Ito Yoshito complimented with a grin; indeed, Liliana was the most exotic girl he had ever seen, especially with her striking dark complexion.

"Thank you."

Amid the incessant chirping of cicadas, Liliana's soft voice was almost inaudible, but Ito Yoshito still heard it.

Glancing at the time on his phone, he said goodbye to Liliana:

"Sorry, Liliana, but we can chat later; I'm running late for school. Goodbye."

"Chirp—"

As he lifted his gaze once more, all she could see was the figure of Ito Yoshito hastily leaving, leaving Liliana with a smile that seemed to brighten her features even more. She waved gently, softly saying:

"Goodbye."

'From now on, I'll get to see Mr. Ito often—how wonderful!'

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"Rustle—"

As willow branches swayed gently, Ito Yoshito walked briskly alongside Natsuha Shinomiya, accompanied by the cool breeze, stepping into the school and embracing the rustling sound of the phoenix trees.

After changing shoes at the entrance of the classroom building, Ito Yoshito parted ways with Natsuha, telling her he needed to stop by the restroom before heading there on his own.

"Huh? So annoying, who are you?"

Just as he approached the restroom area, a displeased voice caught his attention.

"You're students, how can you smoke here?!"

In front of the girls' restroom stood a neatly dressed girl in an Ousei Academy uniform, holding her backpack as she lectured a couple of rebellious girls.

With long purple hair that was a shade lighter than Natsuha's and striking red eyes, it was Chizuru Shiina.

"What does it have to do with you? You're just a junior; how dare you lecture us?"

"Exactly, I really dislike these honor students; she's just our junior."

The two rebellious girls, clad in gaudy attire and heavy makeup, sneered as they held their cigarettes.

"Because your senior behavior has violated school rules, I was just reminding you," Chizuru countered.

"Your seniors not only look bad; their mouths are pretty foul too!"

Faced with the two girls' disdainful gazes, Chizuru Shiina refused to back down, fearlessly maintaining eye contact with them, stating each word clearly.

"Hah! You're really annoying; we're not dealing with her; let's go."

The two rebellious girls snuffed out their cigarettes in annoyance, turning to leave.

"Wait a moment."

Chizuru Shiina stepped forward and caught one of the girls' shoulders.

"Don't touch me!"

"What's all this noise? It's quite bothersome."

A bald older man emerged from the men's room.

"Mr. Taimura."

"Please correct their behavior, Teacher! How can students smoke?"

Chizuru Shiina looked at Mr. Taimura with a serious expression.

"I see, is that so? Alright, let's go; stop causing trouble here."

"Is that all? Are you belittling the school rules?"

"Shiina, I'm not like you; teachers have their own busy schedules. Don't bother me with every little thing."

Mr. Taimura glared angrily at Chizuru Shiina.

Chizuru met his gaze sternly, discontentedly, and rebutted:

"Being busy is no excuse for shirking responsibility. Teaching is a responsibility to nurture students. Does Mr. Taimura even have a sense of being a teacher?!"

"You...!"

Feeling humiliated by being lectured by a student, Mr. Taimura's expression darkened, his eyes filled with fury, and he raised his arm as if to strike.

"Smack."

"Mr. Taimura, isn't violent education inappropriate?"

A powerful force seized his wrist, lifting it high and rendering him immobile.

A voice rose from behind Mr. Taimura, drawing everyone's attention.

"Ito-kun...!"

Chizuru Shiina, who had shut her eyes in fear of Mr. Taimura's actions, slowly opened them to see Ito Yoshito's tall figure behind him and exclaimed in surprise.

Her previously stern face softened gradually, a hint of unconscious shyness crossing her features.

'Ito-kun helped me... I must repay him well...'