After finishing the gallery tour, Hayashi Maki and Rita wandered around the area for a while before heading home at dusk.
Dinner was, as usual, cooked by Shiina Mahiru, with Rita helping out.
After they ate, Mahiru tidied the dishes, then pulled Mashiro and Rita off for a bath together.
Regular, open-hearted time like this was one way they kept the household harmonious. And when people let their guard down, you're more likely to hear what they truly feel.
Mashiro let Rita fuss over her like a pampered pet—washing her hair, scrubbing her back, the works. Judging by Rita's practiced motions, this clearly wasn't her first time taking care of Mashiro like this.
The girls' fair skin was faintly flushed from the warm water; the lathered bubbles made the scene irresistibly soft around the edges.
"Mahiru-san, how about I scrub your back too?"
Having finished with Mashiro, Rita turned to Mahiru with a playful smile.
"Eh, I… I'm fine, really."
"Hee-hee, don't be shy. We're all girls—what's the problem?"
Rita slipped behind her and started with the towel. Mahiru's cheeks reddened, but she let it happen.
"Mahiru-san, I'm planning to leave tomorrow," Rita said suddenly.
"Eh? Tomorrow?" Mahiru looked at her in surprise.
"Yeah. I've been skipping classes; I should at least show up and check in." Rita spoke calmly, eyeing Mahiru's smooth skin with a hint of envy.
"Mm… Rita…" Mashiro edged closer and gently took Rita's hand.
Warmth spread through Rita's chest. She patted Mashiro's hair and said breezily, "I'll be back. Once I transfer, I'll keep you company, okay?"
"Okay." Mashiro's eyes lit up. With Rita around, she'd have her caretaker at school too.
The three girls went on whispering. Hayashi Maki didn't eavesdrop.
He was on his phone, messaging Mafuyu Kirisu. The lovely teacher's attitude, however, was frosty.
Hayashi Maki: "Kirisu-sensei, are you still up?"
Mafuyu Kirisu: "..."
She didn't answer.
Because of their preliminary "contract," Hayashi Maki could see her status from a God's-eye view: she'd bathed, finished her takeout (the boxes tossed to the side), and was at her desk preparing lesson plans for tomorrow. Feeling the phone vibrate, she glanced at the screen—and a flash of irritation crossed her face.
She didn't want to respond to the brat who had stolen a kiss from her. But as a teacher, she also felt responsible for correcting a student's behavior. She was torn.
Hayashi Maki: "Kirisu-sensei, I'm sorry. I acted on impulse today. I've been reflecting on it."
Her brows lifted. He knew he was wrong? For real?
Mafuyu Kirisu: "If you know you were wrong, what are you going to do about it tomorrow?"
Hayashi Maki: "Can I apologize to you in person?"
Mafuyu Kirisu: "Fine."
She put down her phone, feeling a little lighter. At least he was capable of reflection—not a lost cause.
However—
Mafuyu Kirisu was too naive.
For a "demon" like Hayashi Maki, there are only two kinds of kisses: the first one, and then countless more.
The next morning, after arranging to meet Mafuyu in a quiet spot, he pulled the same move as before.
He slammed a hand against the wall beside her (kabe-don) and, without ceremony, pressed his lips to her soft, rosy ones.
"Mm—?!"
Mafuyu's eyes flew wide. He'd said he'd reflected and would apologize—so what was this?
She'd just been kissed again. She'd never even dated before; how had she ended up being treated like this by her own student?
Feeling wronged, Mafuyu balled her fists and thumped his chest, trying to push him away. It didn't work. He even caught her pale hands and pinned them to the wall.
Tears welled as she stared at him, a mix of hurt and a strange new sensation churning inside. She was a woman in her twenties with zero dating experience; of course she was curious about what romance felt like. And since she couldn't break free… maybe all she could do was accept it.
Blushing, eyes shimmering, she finally closed them and stopped resisting.
Sensing her soften, Hayashi Maki didn't hold back. He guided her gently but assertively, back and forth, the kiss deepening with heat.
Only when she felt short of breath did he reluctantly let her go.
"Hah… huh… Do you have any idea what you're doing? Hayashi Maki, this is a crime. I could call the police and have you arrested!"
Hayashi Maki showed no fear. He held her fair hands tighter and smiled.
"I'd take the arrest. I did think it through—and I realized I like you, Kirisu-sensei. I want you to be my girlfriend."
"But you already have Shiina, don't you?"
"Mahiru won't mind."
"Nonsense! What girl wouldn't mind her boyfriend two-timing? Let me go first! Mmph—"
He didn't let go. Since she was still sharp-tongued, he simply picked up where he left off.
Mafuyu went numb. She'd never imagined being overpowered by a student—let alone treated like this. And the jerk was far too skilled!
The thought made her furious; she glared, ready to bite him. He drew back quickly, eyeing her with a teasing smile.
"Planning to bite me?"
Face flushed, she yanked her hands free and pummeled his chest a few times.
"You jerk! A rotten student like you should be taught a lesson by the police!"
"I'd rather Kirisu-sensei keep teaching me," he said with a grin, leaning in again.
"You—you're still going?" Her breath quickened.
"Sorry. You're just too cute, Kirisu-sensei."
He kissed her again.
Dizzy and muddled, Mafuyu abandoned the idea of biting him; her body went weak in his arms. Being called cute made even her shy. Teacher or not, with zero dating experience and her head spinning from his shameless embrace, she had nothing left to resist with.
All she could do was let it happen.
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