Chapter 78: Little Lily’s Maltose

Simulation?

At that moment, the school bell rang through the loudspeakers, and Kaori Yasukawa walked in, dressed in a sleek black office suit. Her long, alluring legs crossed elegantly, exuding a mature and seductive aura. Haruhi Harano immediately perked up; his previously drowsy eyes widened with interest—not for any reason other than his genuine love for English.

For the first time, he found the English lesson melodious and captivating. Standing at the lectern, Kaori Yasukawa embodied the ideal teacher, her face often adorned with a gentle smile. With delicate fingers, she traced English words across the chalkboard, leaving behind the graceful silhouette of her slender figure.

That striking contrast left Haruhi momentarily dazed. If not for the carefully selected photos stored in his phone’s album, he might have been deceived by this composed demeanor of Kaori Yasukawa.

A gentle breeze played through the classroom as Haruhi propped his chin with one hand, quietly watching Kaori radiate her charm.

Suddenly, he let his arm fall in surprise—Kaori Yasukawa had just shot him a subtle, almost hidden, lip-biting gesture.

In that instant, he rediscovered the familiar feeling.

Yes, Kaori Yasukawa was still the same as ever; nothing had truly changed.

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“Hey, Haruhi, I’m heading to club activities!”

After class, Yoji Heisuke tossed aside his mop, exchanged a significant glance with Yuriko Ogata, then winked at Haruhi before making a hasty escape from the classroom.

Footsteps echoed down the corridor, then faded away, leaving the classroom empty save for Haruhi Harano and Yuriko Ogata. At this hour, with club activities in full swing, only the “Going Home Club” students remained. Even those on cleaning duty often waited until after their clubs to return and clean.

Haruhi tidied his books at his desk, preparing to visit Mrs. Uehara today and test out his new abilities to see whether their remarkable effects might differ from person to person.

The image of Yoshimi Uehara with her hair braided and draped over her chest made his heart race. Ah, gentle women truly were the best!

Mature women always knew how to care for someone—not only would they wipe your brow when you were weary, but most of the time, they intuitively understood your needs. Sometimes, a single gesture, a glance, even a change in the rhythm of your breath, and they would sense it immediately and respond accordingly.

That was something those young, inexperienced girls simply couldn’t match.

But everyone grows up; they, too, traded youth and time for maturity and experience.

As Haruhi packed his things, Yuriko Ogata lingered nearby, her head lowered, stealing glances at the tall, handsome boy across the room. There was a distance between them, but she longed to draw nearer, to savor his pleasant scent.

Yet, afraid of making Haruhi unhappy, she hesitated in place for a long while.

Before the first period ended that morning, Yuriko had thought this day would be just another meaningless ordeal. But after what Haruhi had done with her in the supply room, her heart felt sweet and buoyant, as if she’d tasted honeyed dates.

It was the first time she’d been so close to him, so entranced by the scent that was uniquely masculine—she wished she could cling to him forever, breathing him in as deeply as she could.

Especially after gym class, it was simply irresistible.

Lost in thought, Yuriko’s cheeks flushed a lovely pink; her little face was always quick to betray her shyness.

But when she saw her beloved packing up as if to leave, confusion clouded her eyes. Was he really going? They hadn’t spoken a word since that morning, even after she’d kissed him…

Why was he in such a hurry to go now?

“Harano…”

Feeling a gentle tug on his sleeve, Haruhi turned, only to find two slender fingers gingerly pulling at the hem of his shirt.

Yuriko’s adorable face was framed by two large, glistening eyes, her hands clutching his shirt as she looked up, at once pitiful and hopeful.

“Harano…”

Her voice was soft and sweet, almost meltingly cute.

He couldn’t help but reach over to gently pat her head, his expression kind.

“What is it?”

“Are you going home now?”

Yuriko basked in his touch, nuzzling into his broad palm like a pampered kitten.

Hearing her question, Haruhi came to his senses—he’d stolen her first kiss today, and yet they’d barely spoken since. It was a bit callous of him…

Looking at the petite, endearing Yuriko before him, he thought of the mature and alluring Mrs. Uehara waiting for him at the convenience store…

Well, cuteness was nothing compared to sexiness, but for now, cuteness was all he had at hand.

He bent down and kissed the little girl’s cherry-red lips.

Sweet—sweet as malt candy.

Yuriko’s small body trembled slightly, perhaps with excitement. She was so short she had to stand on tiptoe, hands clasped together at her chest, at a loss for what to do.

But soon she closed her eyes, long lashes fluttering.

Finding it tiring to bend over, Haruhi sat back in his chair and scooped Yuriko into his arms, his large hand gently stroking her legs clad in white stockings.

Her legs were perfectly shaped, the kind Haruhi had never touched before—slender and taut, with not an ounce of excess flesh. They radiated youth, almost childlike innocence.

Everything about Yuriko seemed small; standing next to the tall and sturdy Haruhi, she looked like an elementary schooler, not at all like someone her age.

If Mirone Seiryo was the ancient, aloof shrine maiden, then Yuriko Ogata was a flower girl—a sweet, innocent little flower girl.

Nothing more.

That pure, innocent look made you want to scoop her into your arms and shower her with affection.

Haruhi’s grip tightened, making the girl’s eyes well up with tears—making her look all the more adorable.