Chapter 42: The Plot Feels Off

"It's really hot today!" Kaori Yasukawa tilted her head, revealing a captivating smile. "Haruki."

Outside, the autumn wind swept by; people on the street, dressed lightly, shivered and wrapped their arms around themselves, and the golden leaves could do nothing to block out the bleak chill of October. Tokyo's reputation for heat was well-deserved—Haruki could feel the flush rising in his body even now.

Kaori Yasukawa seemed a touch younger than before, almost... innocent? Yet she exuded a sacred, mature allure, a vibrant sensuality. As she sashayed toward him, her hips swaying, a faint smile played at her lips. She knelt by the coffee table, head cocked, her silky black hair tumbling freely over her shoulders.

With her every movement, her little black camisole was pressed tightly against her, making Haruki’s head spin. "Haruki, why are you sweating? Is it too hot? Take off your jacket," Kaori said, reaching out as if to help him.

Haruki was indeed hot—cursed Tokyo, how could it still be so warm in October? He’d even worn an extra jacket today. Damn it!

After he took off his jacket, he felt much better, but Kaori kept hugging her creamy knees, tilting her head to watch him, occasionally stifling a laugh.

Miss Yasukawa, could you be a little less obvious with your intentions? Shouldn’t we start with a reading comprehension exercise or something, to warm up the atmosphere? He rather preferred subtler approaches; just launching straight into things was dull. Not that he’d have any say if he were forced—after all, he was just a weakling over six feet tall who jogged three kilometers every morning and went to the gym in the afternoon (well, only once so far).

It was only natural to be overpowered by Kaori Yasukawa, who stood barely five-foot-five, right?

Just as Haruki was about to speak, Kaori suddenly asked with a bright smile, "Haruki, have you been working out lately?"

"I have plans to," Haruki scratched his head. "So, Miss Yasukawa, what are we going to study today?"

"Ah, I almost forgot, I’m here to tutor you today." Kaori laughed, then stood up and fetched an English book from beside the TV stand.

When she walked to the coffee table, her toes, painted glossy black, looked especially pink and bouncy. A beautiful woman is alluring in every detail.

She set the book down on the table, curled her long legs beneath her, and smiled. "Don’t be so formal—make yourself at home..."

Meanwhile,

After seeing Haruki off, Miron Seiryo closed the door firmly behind him, leapt onto the sofa, and stretched out flat. "Wahoo! A weekend all to myself!"

With Haruki gone, Miron seemed positively delighted. It had been ages since she’d enjoyed the house alone. She turned over, her pale legs swinging gleefully in the air, the oversized white T-shirt on her hips dropping under gravity, the image of Shin-chan on it exposed in the air.

She turned the TV volume to max, grabbed a cold soda and all sorts of snacks from the fridge, and spread them out over the coffee table, munching happily while watching TV.

Haruki never used to let her drink such cold cola, and insisted she keep the TV volume low, like some strict elder. No cold water in the morning, no cake at midnight—he’d started interfering with all her little habits.

Now that annoying man was gone, she was going to do every single thing he’d forbidden!

No cold drinks? Drink!
No eating snacks in bed? Eat!
No touching his clothes? Not only would she touch them today, she’d wear them!

With only the young lady Miron Seiryo at home, she was the boss now!

"Haruki, that’s not the right way to use this grammar point," Kaori Yasukawa’s gentle voice sounded as Haruki listened attentively at her side, occasionally jotting down notes.

The atmosphere gradually returned to normal. Aside from that strange beginning, the moment Kaori picked up the textbook, she seemed truly a righteous teacher—her teaching mode switched on.

At first, Haruki had thought Kaori was playing some new game and tried to go along, only to find himself genuinely being tutored. He watched the slender finger pointing out parts in the textbook, the delicate face now framed by black glasses again.

Her black camisole was taut and full, and when she lifted her head, he caught glimpses of breathtaking beauty. Yet Kaori seemed fully focused on her role, earnestly helping this "English struggler."

Haruki tossed out his distracting thoughts and applied himself to study.

Time passed; the golden sunlight gradually faded, and their session was nearly at an end. Haruki glanced out at the bustling city below, wondering how Miron was faring at home.

…

"Alright!"

"So boring!"

The golden-haired beauty lay sprawled on the sofa, her long legs crossed carelessly, a trace of emptiness flickering in her eyes.

Miron had done everything Haruki had forbidden her to do, but after the indulgence, she felt an overwhelming emptiness inside.

When she checked the clock, only an hour had passed?!

Her pale feet dangled off the sofa, socks half-peeled, toes idly rubbing the floor.

Wasn’t time supposed to fly when you were indulging yourself? Why did it feel like each minute dragged on forever? She should be happy—so why did it feel like something was missing?

She glanced around at the messy living room and sneered inwardly. That jerk would probably be furious when he saw what she’d done to the place!

Serves him right for always making her angry—now he could see how it felt!

Thinking of Haruki’s annoyed face brought her a little joy... didn’t it?

Was she really happy?

Hmph, forget him! As if she’d clean the place for his sake!

Miron tossed her hair irritably, turned away, and crossed her arms as she faced the sofa. What a joke! As if she’d even think about cleaning!

Let that jerk do it when he came home. Yes, that would serve him right—let him wait on her for once!

Miron sulked on the sofa alone, surrounded by scattered chip bags, the remote, and her little doll tossed carelessly aside.

...Or maybe... should she clean up the mess she’d made first?

"Argh, so annoying!" Miron sat up in frustration, raking her fingers through her hair. She looked again at the chaos of the little living room...