I play the wind instrument in Hokkaido.

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"These flowers smell so good," he murmured.

The road to Shinomiya Haruka's residence was filled with the fragrance of roses.

Pedestrians on the street would occasionally turn to look at him, and two elderly people chatting downstairs kept their eyes glued to Kitahara Hakuma, who was holding flowers, and chatted amongst themselves:

"Wow, this young man is so romantic."

"What romance? It's such a waste. What's so good about flowers? You can't eat them or use them. If my old man bought this, I'd give him a piece of my mind."

Kitahara Hakuba ignored him and walked to the music store, taking out the key from his bag.

The moment the lights in the music store were turned on, a variety of instruments came into view, and the corresponding timbres naturally filled his ears.

Shinomiya Haruka was sitting on the sofa when she saw him come in with flowers, and a girlish smile appeared on her lips.

"Wow, you even buy flowers? Who are they for?"

“Who else could be here but you?” Kitahara Hakuba said.

Shinomiya Haruka laughed, took the flowers, and said, "Buying this is such a waste; we can't eat it or use it."

“Didn’t you say that communication with girls should be more emotional…?” Kitahara Hakuba glanced at Shinomiya Haruka, who was smelling the flowers.

"Just kidding, I really like it."

Shinomiya Haruka walked to the front desk, took the lilies out of the vase, and then put the flowers that Kitahara Hakuba had bought back in.

"Have the wind band auditions finished for today?"

"Yes, it's over." Kitahara Hakuba said this with a sense of relief.

"It's really not easy," said Shinomiya Haruka, taking his arm. "After the national tournament, you should have plenty of time to spend with me, right?"

“The national conference is one thing, but school music teachers also have jobs.”

"That would be much less, wouldn't it?"

"I don't know. By the way, I'm going back to Tokyo to attend a seminar later."

"How many days will you be gone?" Shinomiya Haruka asked.

"I have no classes on Friday, and I also have a weekend off, so it's exactly three days."

"Be careful on the road."

Kitahara Hakuba asked in surprise, "Aren't you coming back with me?"

"Why do we have to go back together?" Shinomiya Haruka replied with the same confusion.

Kitahara Hakuba immediately realized that he had simply assumed that Shinomiya would go to Tokyo with her.

“My hometown isn’t Tokyo, and to be honest, I’m actually a little nervous about meeting your family right now.”

Shinomiya Haruka rested her face against his chest and said...

"Because that would mean having to live with your family, which would be very uncomfortable, so it's better to stay here."

Kitahara Hakuba's mind worked quickly, and it didn't take long for him to figure out what she was worried about.

"Afraid to see your parents?" He chuckled and rubbed her lower abdomen.

Shinomiya Haruka blushed, reached out and pinched his ear, saying, "Aren't you afraid to meet my parents?"

"I definitely won't, I'm so outstanding."

"Hmph, time for a bath." Shinomiya Haruka pushed him away and went upstairs.

Kitahara Hakuba turned off the lights on the first floor and followed him upstairs.

His pajamas were in Shinomiya's residence. After searching through her wardrobe and looking at many tube top styles, he finally found his own clothes.

Kitahara Hakuba lay on the large bed, lost in thought for a while, the sound of water from the bathroom constantly exploding in his ears.

"White horse."

"Wash together?"

"I forgot my bath towel, could you hand it to me?"

Kitahara Hakuba got out of bed, picked up her white bath towel, pressed the doorknob on her own, and walked into the steamy bathroom.

In the bathtub, Shinomiya Haruka, with her hair tied up, looked up at him, her beautifully shaped collarbone brimming with water.

“I didn’t let you in.”

“You didn’t lock the door either.” Kitahara Hakuba put the bath coins in the cabinet, then took off his clothes and took a quick shower.

As soon as I got into the bathtub, the water overflowed.

Shinomiya Haruka adjusted her position so that he could hug her from behind.

“Look, a water balloon.” Kitahara Hakuba said, tossing it lightly as if he were playing with it.

Shinomiya Haruka let him fuss, leaning against his chest with her whole body relaxed, her hands in the water gripping the handle in the bathtub:

"Remember what I told you before? My family is planning to open a music instrument store in Tokyo."

"Yes, I've heard of it." Kitahara Hakuma pressed his lips to her fair, delicate nape of the neck, then gently kissed her fragrant shoulder.

Shinomiya Haruka nodded slightly and obediently let out a soft moan:

"Do you want to invest some money? I've talked to them, and they'll let you be the boss."

"What kind of financing method is this?"

"The means to keep you by my side."

"I'm not interested in being the boss, you can be the boss."

"You still prefer being your teacher?"

“That’s how it is now,” Kitahara Hakuba replied without the slightest hesitation.

"hehe."

Shinomiya Haruka smiled, turned around, patted his arm, and said...

"stand up."

After spending some time in the bathroom, the two returned to the bedroom.

Shinomiya Haruka lay on the bed, looking at the list of participants for today's national brass band competition (Group A). ​​Familiar names flashed across her face.

Kitahara Hakuba sat on the edge of the bed, looking at the Okamoto and Durex condoms in his hands, wondering what the difference was between the two.

"This......You chose the oboe?" Shinomiya Haruka looked at the list with some surprise.

"No way?" He chose Durex tonight, since he used to use Okamoto.

Shinomiya Haruka was wearing a black lace nightgown, and her fair, long legs, which were exposed from under the dress, had beautiful lines. However, Kitahara Hakuba inappropriately thought of Nagase Tsukiyo's legs.

Is this normal? When I'm about to fight with my girlfriend, I'm actually thinking about my student's legs?

"No, I'm not as strong as you. Since you made this choice, there must be a reason for it." Shinomiya Haruka turned a page.

Kitahara Hakuba reached out and began "massaging" upwards from his ankles:

"Although strength is paramount, one cannot go against personal will."

Shinomiya Haruka tossed the list aside, her ample bosom heaving with each breath, a seductive smile playing on her lips.

"Willingness...: ...? What if I say I don't want to tonight?"

"Then I have no choice but to go against your wishes."

Kitahara Shiro pulled the blanket up, like a soft cloud, covering the two of them.

?

The morning sunlight filtered through the sheer curtains, gently bathing every corner of the room.

The ambiguous atmosphere lingered in the air, and the small alarm clock on the bedside table quietly pointed to six o'clock.

Kitahara Hakuba dressed in front of the mirror, carefully buttoning his shirt.

"You got up so early today?"

Shinomiya Haruka propped herself up on the bed, the blanket slipped off, and her pajamas, which she had just changed into in the middle of the night, were full of wrinkles from being crumpled.

"I already lost face in front of my fellow members last time, I won't make the same mistake again."

He restrained himself a lot last night, forcing himself not to indulge too much, stopping when he felt he needed to rest.

This point refers to time.

I must never appear in front of my members in such a disheveled state again, ruining the image they have of me.

What Kitahara Hakuba didn't know was that the members of the brass band were eager to see him be late again that day. To them, his serious and gentle demeanor was nothing special; it was his dreaded side that was truly remarkable.

"Is everything packed?" Shinomiya Haruka asked, looking at the clean and tidy floor.

"Yes, it's in the washing machine. Get up and hang it to dry in a bit."

"He's gone?" Shinomiya Haruka watched his departing figure.

Kitahara Hakuba turned back, gave her a gentle smile, and wrinkled his nose, saying:

"I love you, dear sister."

Shinomiya Haruka smiled contentedly:

"Come here, throw away this trash bag, the smell is too strong."

"Oh, sorry."

Kitahara Hakuba quickly came over, picked up the smelly garbage bag, and tied a tight knot to prevent the smell from escaping.

Suddenly, Shinomiya Haruka grabbed his wrist, tilted her fair neck up, and from his high vantage point, he could see a large expanse of white.

The two kissed intimately again.

After she got up, Kitahara Hakuma covered her with the blanket.

"You're not going to sue me for going against my will, are you?"

"What are you saying, you idiot?"

He smiled, picked up the trash bag, and left the music store.