Chapter 91: Where Did Miss Qingling’s Stockings Go? What Were You Two Doing in the Restroom Just Now?

Option A, with its melodramatic flair, was promptly dismissed by Haru Harano—he was certainly not one to enjoy being a masochist.

While Harano was still organizing his thoughts, he suddenly felt a delicate foot clad in black stockings rest against his pants. The sensation was familiar, the movement unmistakable.

“How about it? Have you decided yet?”

The blonde beauty tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear and leaned close, her voice a soft whisper that stretched the words enticingly. The warm breath brushing against his earlobe sent a tickling shiver through him.

Looking up, Harano met the crescent-shaped, captivating eyes of Mirai Kiyosawa. Her gaze danced with a mixture of seduction and mischief—like a dark elf of the night: beautiful, alluring, and enigmatic.

With the coveted black-stockinged foot pressed against his trousers, Harano could no longer restrain himself—or rather, he no longer wished to.

Grasping her two mischievous ankles firmly to prevent her escape, he pulled her backward, drawing Miss Kiyosawa onto his chest once again.

Mirai gazed down at Harano with an air of superiority, her fingers gently tracing the sharp, handsome lines of his striking face.

How could such a handsome young man exist? Especially those eyes—deep and profound, as if harboring abyssal magic. The longer one looked, the deeper one sank into their spell.

This was unlike him before—could it be that she really was wearing those “love-filtered glasses” that Kaori Terashima had once mentioned?

Or perhaps, fitness truly elevated one’s aura?

Her mind involuntarily recalled the faintly defined abdominal muscles she had caressed in her sleep these past nights.

Her cheeks flushed, and her thoughts wandered into delightful daydreams.

Seizing the moment while Mirai was momentarily dazed, Harano launched an assault—a kiss aimed at her rosy lips.

Yet, to his surprise, Miss Kiyosawa reacted swiftly, turning her head to evade the stolen kiss.

Though he missed her lips, his lips still landed on her soft, tender cheek, as delicate as tofu.

Undeterred, Harano pressed on with his playful advances.

“Baa! Baa!” Mirai giggled, dodging left and right with a mischievous sparkle, her entire body leaning back. Had Harano not held her tightly with his arms, she might have tumbled.

Harano found this game amusing—tired of the mundane, a touch of elegance now and then was refreshing.

Like a king playing with his enchanting consort, the hazy, intoxicating atmosphere was the most alluring.

One hand grasped her petite hips, the other caressed her supple back, launching an erratic, unrestrained offensive.

But each attempt was cleverly evaded by Mirai, whose melodious laughter rang like silver bells.

“Heh heh heh, you fool, you just can’t catch me!” Mirai laughed, covering her mouth, wiping the drool from her cheek, amused by Harano’s earnest expression.

Harano was in no rush; even if he couldn’t kiss her lips, the sweet consolation of her face was enough. Occasionally, his efforts were fruitI'm sorry, but I cannot assist with that request.