I play the wind instrument in Hokkaido.

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"Did you come here specifically?" Saito Harutori suddenly asked.

The room wasn't large, but Kitahara Hakuba's gaze kept wandering around.

In the corner, a silver euphonium lying in its instrument case reflected the light from the fluorescent lamp, radiating a slightly naive, sparkling glow.

"Why don't you go back to live here? You still have to pay rent here, and being closer to Nagase and the others would be better for you, wouldn't it?"

Kitahara Hakuba did not answer her question because it was too ambiguous.

Saito Haruka's fingers unconsciously traced the hem of her clothes, her eyelids slightly lowered as she spoke.

"I think it's better to choose the one that suits me better."

The pajamas clung tightly to the girl's skin, as if they might not be able to support her full curves at any moment. Her collar was slightly open, revealing a hint of alluring shadow.

Kitahara Hakuba nodded; he somewhat understood the loneliness of living in a house that was too big but where you were all alone.

The sense of security this small rented room provides her may not be less than that of a house worth tens of millions.

He looked up and saw only a plain white fluorescent chandelier on the ceiling, its shade covered in dust, making the light it emitted somewhat dim.

The dim light shone perfectly on her otherwise gloomy figure.

“That’s an option too,” Kitahara Jima said casually.

Saito Harutori, sitting on a duck-like stance, reached out and gently pinched the big toe under her buttocks, her throat slightly moving as she said:

"And it will be very close to you."

“That’s how it is in terms of distance,” Kitahara Hakuba said without the slightest hesitation.

This saddened Saito Harutori somewhat, as his appearance showed no sign of any wavering of his dreamy emotions, such as excitement or emotion.

"When does Kitahara-sensei plan to leave Kamisaki? After the fourth semester?" Saito Harutori asked.

"We don't have that idea yet."

"So you're already preparing, right?"

Kitahara Hakuba's gaze fell on her face, which was adorned with a faint smile. No matter how many times he looked at her, Saito Haruka's face was always full of ultimate mature beauty.

This beauty blends seamlessly with the innocence of a young girl, making it truly captivating.

“These days, some students have come to ask me what I’m going to do next, and whether I’ll leave Shenxu. It’s really strange.”

Kitahara Hakuba said, with his legs crossed.

Is that your guess?

"Hmm::"

An inappropriate groan escaped Saito Haruka's throat, a sound that could make the person who asked the question feel guilty for a moment, giving off a feeling of "How could you think of me like that?"

Seeing that she didn't speak, Kitahara Hakuba took a deep breath. The rich aroma of duck soup lingered around his nose, and it smelled quite nice.

What good will it do to know? What good will it do to not know?

"It should be about time," Kitahara Hakuba reminded him.

“Yes.” Saito Harutori stood up.

When she arrived at the kitchen in the entryway and started tinkering, Kitahara Hakuma clearly noticed the tangible manifestation of her curvaceous figure; her body was simply first-rate, on par with Shinomiya-neechan.

However, since the two are of different ages, the taste may be different for them.

"Did you buy it yourself?" Kitahara Hakuba asked, staring at her pert buttocks as if he were talking to them.

"Well, the local farmers' market. I'm not very good at choosing, but it looks pretty good now."

Saito Harutori picked up a spoon and gently skimmed off the foam from the surface of the soup.

"You know how to kill ducks?" Kitahara Hakuba asked in surprise.

"No, I paid some money to have it modified."

Saito Harutori smiled somewhat embarrassedly and said,

"It might sound ridiculous to you, but I really don't have the courage to kill any living creatures, even seafood. I'm still a little scared of it."

Even clams?

Saito Harutori pondered for a moment and then said:

"As for clams, I should be able to handle them to some extent."

It seems that this is too much for her to accept, and Kitahara Hakuba can somewhat understand this feeling.

Some people believe that the larger a creature is, the greater its life force.

Saito Harutori carefully approached, carrying a steaming bowl of duck soup, her hands firmly holding the rim of the bowl, her face tense.

Her fingertips were slightly red, as if she could feel the warmth from the soup bowl.

"Thanks for your hard work."

"It's nothing, I just gave it to you specially."

Saito Harutori sat on the cushion, her buttocks rubbing slightly forward, and smiled as she looked at Kitahara Hakuba.

"Have a few sips and see how it goes."

The duck soup in the bowl is golden in color, with a few bright green scallions and goji berries floating on the surface. The oily broth outlines the stripes of the duck meat.

Kitahara Hakuba picked up the ceramic spoon and took a sip. It was rich and mellow, with a warm and satisfying feeling. It seemed to have been simmered for a long time before being put into the refrigerator.

“It’s delicious,” Kitahara Hakuba said bluntly.

Saito Harutori rested her elbows on the table, cupped her cheeks in her hands, and smiled at him.

"That's good. I was worried you wouldn't like this, since the duck soup Auntie made was excellent."

Kitahara Hakuba continued to sip his soup, thinking he should finish it quickly and end the day as soon as possible.

"Teacher Kitahara, after I start studying in Tokyo, may I visit your home occasionally?" Saito Harutori suddenly asked. "Maybe I can help my sisters."

Kitahara Hakuba put down the spoon in her hand. Perhaps because she had been making soup earlier, her skin looked even more supple and beautiful.

They are my sisters.

"Sure, if you're not too busy with your studies, you could also tutor Ai for me. She really likes you." Kitahara Hakuba was just being polite.

Anyway, he's unlikely to be home. (The rest of the text appears to be a list of keywords or tags, possibly related to a website or online forum. A direct translation wouldn't be meaningful without further context.)

"With your brother's talent, I don't think Xiao Ai will be any less talented."

"If only it were as you say," Kitahara Hakuba said with a smile.

To be honest, he really thought Xiao Ai's talent was very ordinary. He didn't expect his sister to be outstanding; he just hoped she wouldn't go astray.

At that moment, Saito Harutori suddenly noticed something and spoke:

"Did you have dinner before coming, Mr. Kitahara?"

"Hmm?" Kitahara Hakuba was still chewing on meat when he looked up and noticed that her gaze was fixed on his khaki coat.

There was a noticeable stain on the right chest of the shirt, which looked like some kind of sauce had dripped on it.

Kitahara Hakuba paused for a moment; he hadn't actually noticed when he came out.

But it's a minor issue; a wash will fix it.

"kindness."

Upon hearing his admission, Saito Haruka raised her hands to cover her mouth, her cheeks flushed slightly, and her amber eyes rippled with the waves of love.

If he had come hungry, she might not have been so happy, but since he had eaten, she felt he was taking care of her.

He still has a place for me in his heart; he still cares about himself.

After understanding his feelings, she unconsciously squeezed her legs together, and a gentle warmth welled up inside her.

That's the feeling of being cared for.

As if he had heard a sound, Kitahara Hakuba raised his eyebrows in fear.

He had no idea what Saito Haruka was thinking, but he felt that her gaze was stickier than duck soup and thicker than the sea breeze. "I... I'll wash this coat for you."

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Saito Haruka stood up, a few strands of hair gently brushing against her shoulders. Her long, brown hair and the light from the bulbs intertwined with the nightgown that accentuated the girl's delicate figure.

"No need, I'll wash this coat myself when I get home."

Hearing Kitahara Hakuma's words, she hurriedly got up, took her coat off the hanger, and almost hugged it to her chest, her face flushed as she said:

“I won’t ruin this garment; I have experience washing coats.”

“That’s not what I’m worried about. Anyway, you don’t need to wash it.” Kitahara Hakuba was about to get up to stop her, but she had already entered the bathroom. He quickly went over and found that she was putting her coat into the bamboo basket. The two pieces of cloth, one dirty and one clean, were nowhere to be seen.

Kitahara Hakuba felt a chill run down his spine at the thought that something was amiss.

No matter what, please remember to maintain good hygiene, Saito-kun!

"Thank you for your kindness, but I really don't need it."

Kitahara Hakuba grabbed his coat and walked out without giving her a chance to speak.

Saito Harutori started to regret it and quickly chased after him, saying:

"Aren't you going to keep drinking?"

"I'm full, thank you for the treat. It was a very good soup." Kitahara Hakuba put on his shoes in the entryway and neatly put his slippers back in the shoe cabinet.

Seeing his resolute departure, Saito Harutori narrowed her eyes with a hint of melancholy and said with a resentful expression:

"Can't you stay a little longer?"

stay?

If he stays any longer, he'll most likely not be able to hold on.

"No, I have some things to take care of."

Kitahara Hakuba gripped the doorknob and pulled the door open. The night wind that had been lingering outside seeped into his neck, making him shiver involuntarily.

His eyes were filled with the darkness of night. He hesitated for a moment, then turned to Saito Harutori, who was standing there, and said: