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"You should be careful when you're alone, and try not to go out at night. There are quite a few office workers in this area who are hungover at night."
Saito Haruka pursed her cherry-colored lips, an overwhelming sense of excitement and relief welling up inside her.
In his eyes, he was just a girl who couldn't protect herself, but before that, he admitted his own charm.
"that's it."
After Kitahara Hakuba finished speaking, he closed the door, leaving Saito Haruka alone.
She turned around and looked at the half-eaten bowl of duck soup he hadn't finished on the table.
He sat in the seat where Kitahara Hakuba had been sitting, holding the spoon that Kitahara Hakuba had been holding, as if he were holding Kitahara Hakuba's hand.
He held the spoon close to his lips, gently blowing away the steam from the soup, and sipped it slowly, each sip filled with a satisfied expression.
"Delicious: "
Saito Haruka's lips curled slightly upward as she gazed at the ceramic spoon, now empty of duck soup, as if trying to cleanse herself of the lingering aroma.
Swallow it all.
"White Horse"
"It's all your fault that I've become like this."
The sea breeze blew in from the direction of the harbor, carrying a salty and damp scent, and the aroma of grilled squid wafted through the streets.
The streetlights are neatly arranged on both sides of the street, their lights forming a continuous line, like a path of light woven in the darkness.
Kitahara Hakuba was initially quite reluctant to wear a coat, but the nights in Hakodate at the end of October were simply too cold, and he was long past the age of striving for elegance.
Now, all he cares about is cleanliness and comfort.
Even though this coat had been worn by her two pairs of underwear, Kitahara Hakuba thought that it would be the same after washing it, and she shouldn't put too much pressure on herself.
"So comfortable," Kitahara Hakuba couldn't help but let out a sound of pleasure.
The moment I put on the coat, the soft, warm fleece lining made me feel no cold wind at all. Nothing is more comfortable than wearing warm clothes on a cold, windy night.
Just as he put his hands into his coat pockets, his right hand suddenly touched something.
The fabric is very smooth, extremely smooth. Just from the touch of my fingers, I can tell this thing is quite expensive.
He didn't remember having anything in his pocket, at most just a Bluetooth headset.
He pulled his hand out, and the streetlights overhead shone on him, making it clear what was in his hand.
It's Saito Haruki's white one.
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Kitahara Hakuba stared sullenly at the fabric lying peacefully in his hands.
Seeing this, it would be a lie to say my heart didn't race; it's a biological instinct.
For example, seeing a watermelon reminds me of summer, seeing beautiful legs reminds me of Nagase Tsukiyo, and seeing black stockings reminds me of Tsukine Tsukishiro.
Seeing this thing reminds one of what it protects, which is why some people choose to buy the original flavor online.
Kitahara Hakuba couldn't resist touching it a few more times. The texture was really good, and the small black bow in the middle contrasted beautifully with the white, making it look quite cute.
And was it an accident or did she do it on purpose?
Was he trying to thank Saito Harutori for not giving him the other one, but instead for giving him this one, which was cleaner in comparison?
While he was thinking, Kitahara Hakuba crumpled the thing up like a piece of paper and stuffed it back into his pocket.
When he got home and took out his keys to open the door, he realized what was happening.
Wait, why did I put it back? Why not just throw it away? Did I intend to return it to her?
Moreover, even if you want to repay, asking for it is a skill in itself.
"Saito-kun, your underwear must have accidentally ended up in my pocket. Here you go."
How can I possibly say that?
Just as Kitahara Hakuba sighed and opened the door, he found the light was on.
A pair of black high heels with red soles lay in the entryway like dead animals.
Kitahara Hakuba wouldn't be mistaken if it was Shinomiya Haruka's high heels. These high heels left a deep impression on him, and he hadn't taken them off to play with them last time.
"You're back?" Shinomiya Haruka sat on a single sofa, her long, beautiful legs resting directly on the table.
"So, how was Utsunomiya?" Kitahara Hakuba asked with a smile.
"This is boring."
Shinomiya Haruka smiled, put her legs down, put on her slippers, walked forward, reached out and put her arm around his waist, and said...
"I think I'll only feel the connection if I go with you."
"I'll take you out to play when I have time later."
Shinomiya Haruka's hand moved upwards, and just when Kitahara Hakuba thought she was about to start so quickly, she unexpectedly took off her coat:
"It's getting cold, so be careful not to catch a cold when you go to work on weekdays."
"Thank you sister."
Kitahara Hakuba couldn't resist and reached out to hug her, one hand stroking her thigh covered in black stockings as he spoke.
"The school board invited me to dinner today and said they wanted me to stay at Shenxu, offering some very tempting terms."
"How tempting?"
"It's about the shares, and they told me to..."
"what is this?"
Just as Kitahara Hakuba's hand was caressing the smooth texture of the pantyhose and moving upwards, Shinomiya Haruka turned around, held up the white fabric in front of him, and frowned as she spoke.
"Where did it come from?"
Kitahara Hakuba's heart skipped a beat, but he remained calm and held her tightly, saying gently:
"I really liked it when I passed by today, so I bought it and wanted my sister to wear it. Sister, will you say yes?"
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Shinomiya Haruka grabbed his ever-climbing hand with one of her own, and said with slightly narrowed eyes:
"White Horse, do you think I would believe that? Or do you want me to believe it?"
Kitahara Hakuba's smile faded. He could sense that Shinomiya Haruka was somewhat angry, and even with her fragrance lingering in his nostrils, he was still so nervous that his palms were sweating. (Note: The last sentence appears to be unrelated and possibly spam. It has been omitted from the translation.)
"Actually, I just went to Saito's house."
Kitahara Hakuba removed his hands from her body, thinking there was no need to hide it; after all, he hadn't begged Saito Haruka to give him these panties.
All of this could be an accident. For example, Saito Harukori doesn't understand why this pair of underwear might actually have grown legs.
"Didn't you say you were invited by Nagase tonight?" Shinomiya Haruka crossed her arms, her fingers still hooked around Saito's underwear, which looked particularly irritating.
Kitahara Hyakuma's palms started sweating in gallons:
"Yes, after dinner, Nagase's father drove me back, but I went to her house again on the way."
"why?"
Shinomiya Haruka continued to ask, her tone devoid of any impatience or anger, only pure confusion.
This made Kitahara Hakuba realize that she wasn't actually angry about this, but rather about how he had previously used ambiguity to cover up the truth.
"Actually, before Nagase-san, she wanted to invite me to her house for duck soup, but I declined."
Shinomiya Haruka sat on the sofa, placed her underwear on the armrest, crossed her legs, and looked at him, saying:
"Then why do you want to go again?"
"Because when I came back, I remembered that she had invited me over today, but my attitude wasn't very good. So I was wondering if she thought I was a petty person. Although I said I didn't care anymore, my attitude towards her was actually much worse than towards others. Was that a bad thing? It's been so long since then, shouldn't I have been gentler with her?"
Shinomiya Haruka's gaze swept back and forth across Kitahara Hakuba's expression. He raised his hand to his chin, his brows furrowed slightly, his eyes focused and clear.
There was no attempt to dodge.
The voice was steady and gentle, without a trace of deliberate effort or tension, nor any unnecessary concealment or uneasy movements.
Shinomiya Haruka alternated her legs, her smooth black stockings shimmering in the light:
"So you went to see her?"
“Yes, I also drank half a bowl of duck soup. It wasn’t as good as my mother’s, probably because it was reheated.” Kitahara Hakuba said truthfully.
"Yi even brought back a pair of someone else's underwear. Looks like my white horse is quite charming."
A gurgling sound escaped Shinomiya Haruka's lips, and Kitahara Hakuba felt a chill run down his spine, saying helplessly:
"Actually, I don't know either. She saw that there were stains on my coat and wanted to wash it, but when I brought it back, I found this thing in the pocket."
Shinomiya Haruka blinked, her slender white fingers tapping lightly on her thigh, then she smiled and said:
"I understand, you mean she put it there on purpose."
“I think the butterfly effect is also possible,” Kitahara Hakuba explained. “She probably didn’t even know this had happened.”
"Okay, now that you say so."
Kitahara Hakuma stared at her in great surprise:
"You trust me that much?"
In fact, he had already prepared for the worst, and was even ready to take a heavy blow to his face.
Shinomiya Haruka waved her hand dismissively, her toes, encased in black stockings, curling slightly, causing the material of the stockings to crease delicately.
"Otherwise what? I'd rather doubt other women than my lover."
Kitahara Hakuba couldn't help but gasp, raising his hand to his forehead as he said:
"Sister, you are not only beautiful, but also gentle and rational."
"Pfft—" Shinomiya Haruka laughed out loud when she saw him praising her like that. "Come on, I'm tired of hearing you use this kind of praise for girls."
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