After finishing breakfast at Chouko’s apartnt, Harutaki took the train back to his own ho.
His school uniform was still hanging in the closet, and obviously he couldn’t go to school in casual clothes—he’d probably be stopped at the gate before even getting inside.
His timing turned out to be perfect. Just as he arrived at the Hoshikawa house, he ran into his younger sisters, who were about to head out for school at St. Lilium Girls’ Academy.
“So the idiot aniki had fun playing outside for three whole days, huh?” Ayaka said.
“Tch. I’m a hero who saved a fallen young lady from danger, you know. And after returning ho, instead of a warm welco I’m being criticized…”
He could tell Ayaka had missed him a lot. Even though they’d talked on the phone and exchanged plenty of ssages on Line during those three days, he knew that no form of communication could really replace seeing each other face to face.
“So other day, I’ll invite Shihou over to visit. You can ask her to tell you all about your big brother’s glorious heroic deeds.”
“You sound like one of those salaryman uncles in an izakaya who spend all night bragging about how aweso they used to be.”
Fuyuno rcilessly shredded Harutaki’s fragile pride.
“I-I believe Harutaki must have done sothing amazing…”
Ah, Chiaki really is the best.
He couldn’t help feeling a little moved and decided he’d reward the girl later tonight with a selfie.
A very wholeso, perfectly healthy one, of course.
Having one troublemaker like Fuyuno in the house was already enough—Chiaki should stay a normal girl if possible.
“I-I guess you did okay…”
Ayaka mumbled awkwardly as she walked past him with her school bag. She suddenly reached out and gave him a quick hug.
Seeing that, Fuyuno imdiately pounced as well, clinging to him like a nimble kitten climbing a tree.
But before he could properly appreciate the faint milky scent coming from her—
Sniff sniff.
“There’s a girl’s sll on you!”
Are you a dog or a cat?!
Harutaki swallowed nervously. He’d scrubbed himself with body wash several tis that morning. Logically speaking, there shouldn’t be any trace of Chouko’s scent left on him.
Yet Fuyuno’s comnt made him uneasy as he frantically searched his mind for any possible slipups.
“Y-you’re imagining it. I just borrowed their bathroom and body wash…”
“Oh really?”
A mischievous grin spread across Fuyuno’s small childish face.
Oh no.
Seeing that expression, he imdiately realized what was happening.
“Harutaki, you don’t sound very confident. Why is that?”
She tilted her head innocently, pressing a finger to her lips.
“Yeah… why is that?”
“I’ve got a way to verify whether idiot aniki is innocent—”
She grabbed his waistband with a grin.
“—If the amount isn’t very much, that ans—wah! Ouch! That hurts!”
The eldest sister Ayaka intervened just in ti, making Harutaki release a long breath of relief.
The pink-haired girl grabbed Fuyuno by the ear and pulled her off him.
To an outsider, the scene might look like a high schooler bullying an elentary school kid—especially with the pitiful expression on Fuyuno’s face that could make anyone want to defend her.
But…
“Pfft. Serves you right, trash Fuyuno.”
Harutaki smirked rcilessly at his sister. He wasn’t going to be fooled by her weak appearance anymore.
After all, inside that small body lurked a very “evil” little devil.
She’d already dragged him into depravity twice. Terrifying.
However, before he could enjoy his victory for more than a few seconds, a sharp pain shot through his ear.
Ayaka had grabbed him too.
“Ow ow ow… I didn’t do anything wrong, did I…?”
“I…I know idiot Harutaki didn’t do anything wrong… but I still feel like punching you!”
Wow. What a convincing reason.
Harutaki had nothing to say. He simply let her vent before rubbing his ear.
To be honest, he was a little surprised.
The usually strict and disciplined Ayaka would never have said sothing like that before—or used such a reason to “punish” him.
“Um… Harutaki… during those three days with Chouko-senpai…?”
Her delicate cheeks were flushed the sa pink as her hair, and her aqua-blue eyes avoided eting his.
Ah… so that’s it.
Harutaki thought to himself.
Ayaka feeling a little jealous was perfectly normal.
Ever since their “practice date,” he had sensed that her feelings toward him were sowhat unusual.
It probably wasn’t romantic love… but it was definitely sothing beyond ordinary family affection.
After all… no normal family mbers would kiss each other, right?
Though to be fair, the Hoshikawa household wasn’t exactly what you’d call “normal.”
“Hmm… You can trust in the virgin power of Hoshikawa Harutaki.”
Sorry, Ayaka!
He defended himself jokingly.
“Wait another ten or twenty years and maybe you’ll see beco a wizard who throws fireballs.”
“Honestly…”
Ayaka’s mood visibly relaxed.
“…As if a scumbag like you would stay a virgin. Don’t co ho before graduation with a niece or nephew in tow.”
Don’t worry. If that happens, they’ll be sent to Kyoto.
Before his sisters left through the entrance, Harutaki didn’t forget to hug the silent Chiaki as well.
The girl imdiately turned bright red and fled out the door with her head lowered.
“Chiaki too… Idiot Harutaki, I already washed and ironed your uniform yesterday. Just take it out of the closet and wear it.”
She suddenly stopped, holding her bag in one hand while brushing aside her cherry-pink hair with the other.
Then she turned back toward him with a smile.
“And… welco ho.”
“I’m ho. And… thanks! I like Ayaka the most~”
“W-what do you an li-li-like… stop saying nonsense…”
“Cute. I like you~”
Thunk.
“Idiot!”
Right on cue, he received a punch to the ribs.
But honestly… he kind of liked the familiar feeling.
…..
“What do you an ‘you actually ca back’?!”
“What do you an I actually ca back…?”
Seriously, what’s with this smoking-addict teacher?
After arriving at school, Harutaki went to the staff room during the first break to report to Asama-sensei and collect the lecture notes from the past three days.
But the man’s expression looked like he’d just seen a ghost.
Apparently the teacher hadn’t expected him to return at all.
“I figured the best outco for you would be staying in Kyoto as a rich family’s son-in-law… Damn it, what an enviable fate.”
Wow, that jealousy is really showing.
Asama-sensei handed over the stack of notes from his drawer while continuing the conversation.
“So? Shihou ca back to school too, right?”
“Yeah. She should be in the principal’s office right now.”
“Well, even if you didn’t beco a noble family’s son-in-law overnight, that’s the beauty of youth—and life.”
Asama-sensei walked over and patted Harutaki’s shoulder in consolation.
Strangely enough, Harutaki noticed there was no sll of cigarettes on him today.
“You win so, you lose so. Just learn to accept it. With your abilities—”
“Sorry to disappoint you, sensei. The head of the Shihou family told to hurry up and have a child with Shihou and send it to her to raise. So unfortunately, I haven’t quite missed out on the ‘joys of youth’ yet—”
“YOU BASTARD!”
Asama-sensei’s comforting shoulder pat suddenly turned into a judo-style chokehold as he grabbed Harutaki by the neck and shook him violently.
This is the staff room! Please rember your professional dignity!
“A guy who gets to hug D-cup and E-cup high school girls like that deserves to be wiped from humanity!”
“Actually, they’re a little bigger than E.”
The mont Harutaki finished speaking, the room fell into silence.
“…Very well.”
Asama-sensei loosened his tie dramatically and looked at him with a straight face.
“Due to improper relationships with female students, you are required to submit a 1500-word reflection essay to the class life-guidance teacher. Preferably with detailed descriptions so we can analyze the problems involved. Otherwise… prepare for a serious warning and suspension.”
“May I ask who this ‘life-guidance teacher’ is?”
“The illustrious Asama Masayuki.”
“That’s YOU!”
Harutaki didn’t even know where to begin complaining about this guy.
This teacher who constantly talks about loving high school girls…
Yet after all these years teaching, he still hasn’t—
Wait.
Harutaki suddenly realized sothing and stared at him suspiciously.
“What are you looking at? I’m an ethical and professional teacher who rely appreciates the external beauty of high school girls.”
“The mont you say that, your ethics beco highly questionable…”
Harutaki paused, then bowed sincerely.
“…But still, thank you for your guidance and advice earlier. You really are a great teacher.”
Asama-sensei leaned back in his swivel chair, crossing his legs with a satisfied snort.
He seed uncomfortable with his tightened tie and loosened it again, looking like a worn-out middle-aged man who had just lost his job—soone who reminded people of the burst of Japan’s bubble economy just by walking down the street.
“Say a few more nice things and maybe I’ll tell you what’s on the final exam.”
“Seriously?”
“Of course not! If you want good grades, study properly in my literature class, you idiot!”
This old man is hopeless.
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