Hayashi Maki had no idea his muttering had just crit–hit the beautiful teacher Mafuyu Kirisu.
By now he'd reached the school gate—and spotted a blonde twin-tailed beauty lurking nearby, sneakily watching. The moment she saw him come out, the girl let out a little yelp, blushed, and ducked behind a tree.
Hayashi Maki walked over, helplessly, and took her small hand.
"Don't hide—I already saw you."
"Eek! I—I wasn't hiding. I was waiting for you and you took forever!"
She was a blue-eyed blonde beauty with high-quality twin tails—hardly inconspicuous. Standing by the gate getting stared at by half the school made anyone self-conscious.
"Sorry, got held up. But…"
His gaze slid to her long, slender legs.
"Eriri really did wear white stockings. They're beautiful."
Feeling the heat of his eyes, Eriri reflexively covered them with a hand—but you can't cover a whole pair of legs with one hand. She ended up letting him look anyway. Biting her lip, she squared her shoulders and blurted, "I'm wearing them… so you can help me now, right?"
Hayashi Maki smiled gently and took her hand. "Of course. Come on—let's find a quiet place where we won't be interrupted."
Hand in hand, Eriri felt a stab of embarrassment. She stole a glance at his handsome face and tried to convince herself: this was just to break the curse. It wasn't because she liked him. They'd only met a few times. Even if he'd kissed her, she wasn't going to fall that easily!
He led her to a small park and sat on a bench. Opening his arms, he said, "Alright then, Eriri—let's begin."
"Huh? Begin how?" She stared, baffled.
"Sit on my lap."
He said it perfectly straight-faced—though his eyes were fixed on her white-stockinged legs. Adorable. He wanted to touch them. For a leg man, black and white stockings each hit differently.
Under that heated gaze, Eriri flushed to the roots. She wasn't stupid—she knew he wanted to take advantage. But what could she do? He was the only one who could help; only he could handle this mysterious stuff. Gritting her teeth, she turned sideways and perched on his thigh. An arm slipped around her waist—he hugged her as if it were the most natural thing in the world. Eriri shivered, wriggling uneasily.
Hayashi Maki's breathing hitched. "Don't squirm, Eriri."
"Mm… it just feels… awkward…"
The position kept dragging her thoughts back to scenes from doujins; her cheeks only got redder.
"Nngh… h-Hey—what are you doing?"
Suddenly she felt warmth at her neck—he'd kissed her there. Her face flared; she trembled and glared up at him in flustered indignation, little tiger tooth peeking out—adorable.
Hayashi Maki inhaled, drinking in her scent, and brushed her pale neck again. "What do you think? I'm using your curse to locate its source. To do that, our auras have to be linked."
So earnest a line that Eriri's eyes turned hazy; she melted against him. "Really? You're not just… taking advantage of me?"
"Fine. I am kissing you and taking advantage."
Honest to a fault—she jerked in surprise, found her strength again, and sprang from his lap. Glowering, she whipped her twin tails, smacking his cheeks with them. "You pervert! You were bullying me! Take that! And that!"
A moment later she got dizzy; her knees went soft and he caught her again. He couldn't help laughing. "Silly Eriri—doesn't your 'Twin-Tail Finisher' make you dizzy?"
"Hmph! Serves you right for bullying me. I'll hit you even if it—mmph!"
He kissed her—this time on the lips. He couldn't help it; she was too cute. She struggled twice on reflex, then her eyes softened; white arms slipped around his neck and she kissed back, even putting to use a few "tips" he'd taught her last time. So in that sense, Eriri was the real veteran—at least in theory, as a doujin artist.
He stroked her twin tails gently; the other hand had already, of its own accord, found the adorable white-stockinged feet, the smooth calves, the silken thighs—so pure and sweet, yet full of temptation.
After a long moment they broke apart, both breathless. Eriri leaned into him, face scarlet, body trembling. "Y-You… that… i-is scary!"
Sensitive as she was, she'd noticed the change in him—making her even weaker in the knees. Hayashi Maki cupped her face and pecked her lips. "Sorry. You're just too cute."
He was a normal guy. Of course her cuteness would get a reaction.
"You—you're not going to… do that to me here, are you?" she asked, stricken. It was thrilling—but she wasn't that kind of girl.
"Easy. I won't. I've already locked onto the curse's source. I'll take you there now and remove it." He held her a little tighter, breath still uneven. "Though… I am torn."
She swallowed her shyness. "Torn about what?"
"Once the curse is gone, you won't let me hug you or kiss you anymore… so I don't want to stop."
"How can you say that?" she huffed, cheeks puffing.
"That's just how I am. If you promise you'll still let me hold you and kiss you afterward, I can commit wholeheartedly right now."
"..."
Such a shameless man—still planning to bully me later…
After a moment's silence, Hayashi Maki sighed. "I'm joking. Come on—let's take down the source that's blocking your dreams."
He set her on her feet, took her hand—and in the next instant they vanished. Another use of mana form: once he'd sensed the source through the mark on Eriri, he could teleport right to it.
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