"Hoshino-kun, why aren't you in the classroom?"
"I'm out."
The reply came quickly but was too brief.
Only an answer, no explanation.
"Where did you go? When are you coming back?"
In the Year 3 Class A classroom, there was the rustling sound of books being flipped. For this month's end-of-month quiz, Kato Nana still achieved good results, maintaining an above-average level in the class.
However, her mind wasn't on studying at the moment; instead, she was hunched over her phone, typing away and chatting, just like those rich second-generation kids from Class D and Class E who were just there to pass the time.
"What, do you miss me?"
The sudden, direct attack left Kato Nana feeling a bit dizzy.
Although they had been through a lot together and knew each other inside out, facing Hoshino Jun's overtly ambiguous words...
Kato Nana still couldn't handle it.
If it weren't for class at the moment, and the fear that the 'click' sound of a photo would attract the teacher's attention, Kato Nana would have already wanted to reply to Hoshino Jun with a selfie.
"No."
"If not, then why are you looking for me?"
"It's because Kazuko-san went to Class B to look for Hoshino-kun several times today, and I'm asking for her."
In truth, Kato Nana also missed him, but she couldn't say it. Who told her she was a beautiful girl warrior protecting other girls?
And Hoshino-kun was a naturally evil, fallen Archdemon.
They were sworn enemies. Kato Nana would never admit her longing.
"Alright, then tell her if she has anything, just send me a LINE message."
"You actually have Kazuko-san as a friend?"
"Of course! We've already delved deep into each other's lives; having her as a friend is perfectly normal, isn't it?"
After this message was sent, Kato Nana didn't reply again, probably sulking.
Her jealousy could only be suppressed when Hoshino Jun was by her side.
However, Hoshino Jun probably didn't have time to suppress Kato Nana's jealousy at the moment. He had bought a soft, handmade tape measure and a camera purchased at great expense. Braving the summer heatwave, he slowly made his way towards Takasaki House.
Midway, he checked his current status.
Name: Hoshino Jun
Stamina: 9
Intelligence: 8
Charm: 10
Occupation: Student
Skill One: Invisibility (Refreshed)
Skill Two: Danger Prediction
Current Assets: 8,670,000 yen
It must be said that Chairwoman Yamada was truly generous. He had just gotten 100,000 yen from her, and then she turned around and gave Hoshino Jun another 5,000,000 yen.
The money she gave Hoshino Jun had already far exceeded what the system provided.
This was even when the tasks she gave Hoshino Jun hadn't been completed.
As long as he held onto the Chairwoman's thigh, the future was promising!
She didn't need Hoshino Jun to be responsible, nor did she need Hoshino Jun to take care of her. As long as they had fun together occasionally and he followed her orders to flirt with girls, everything would be his.
"If all rich women in the world were like this, I'd die of happiness."
Hoshino Jun sighed, closed his personal information panel, and rang the doorbell of Takasaki House.
Although he had already "battled" for several hours today...
At present...
His condition was still at its peak. Dealing with Takasaki Tamako should not be a problem.
"Ding-dong—!"
The doorbell had only just rung when the front door of Takasaki House opened for Hoshino Jun, and a rich fragrant breeze wafted out.
Takasaki Tamako, wearing a black fedora, a figure-hugging dress, and extremely alluring black stockings, emerged from the house.
She seemed to have been doing her makeup and hair; her hair was curled, and the blush on her cheeks was uneven.
"Hoshino-kun, why are you here already?"
"To start work earlier, so I came early."
Hoshino Jun walked towards her, stood in front of her, and shook the camera, appreciating the beautiful scenery from a higher vantage point.
Around her fair neck was a black choker, but it was made of velvet. If it had been made of metal, it would have attracted Hoshino Jun's attention even more.
Who wouldn't want to personally put a choker on a full-figured, beautiful, and vibrant young married woman?
Especially...
She was Takasaki-kun's mother, who had framed Hoshino Jun multiple times and taken 1,000,000 yen from him.
"Does it not look good?"
The boy's gaze was too direct in its appraisal. A faint pink blush spread across Takasaki Tamako's fair cheeks, and her heart rate suddenly accelerated.
This was the boy who had kissed her the day before yesterday.
He had been a stranger just two days ago.
But today, he had become her photographer.
"It looks good, it looks good, but why are you wearing a hat? Do you, Tamako-san, really like the elite style?"
Entering the house and closing the door, Hoshino Jun stared intently at Takasaki Tamako, observing her from top to bottom, then from bottom to top.
"This is a detective style. Don't you think my current outfit, Hoshino-kun, looks a lot like Yukiko Kudo from Detective Conan?"
Unable to withstand Hoshino Jun's gaze, Takasaki Tamako turned her back to Hoshino Jun as she spoke, revealing the plump and luscious curve of her buttocks.
Detective Conan?
Yukiko Kudo?
Hoshino Jun pondered for a moment. It did seem to resemble her quite a bit, and Takasaki Tamako playing Yukiko Kudo was quite true to the character's setting.
Both were married women.
Both were beautiful.
Both had a son.
Both sons were handsome.
The only difference was that Yukiko and Conan were a highly intelligent mother-son duo, but neither Takasaki Tamako nor Takasaki Yusuke had an intelligence score higher than 5.
They weren't stupid, but they certainly weren't smart either.
"Tamako-san, isn't this cosplay? Our requirement isn't to play Yukiko Kudo, you know."
Hoshino Jun said, stepping into the living room first, then turning around to "click" several photos, completely capturing the beautiful married woman's expression from bewilderment to panic.
Indeed...
As long as the person is good-looking enough, even if the photography skills are mediocre, the photos can still turn out beautiful.
Takasaki Tamako's black-stockinged feet, clad in slippers, quickly followed. She said in annoyance, "Then I'll have to redo my makeup and hairstyle."
"Let me see."
Hoshino Jun stood up, taking the opportunity to reach out and pinch the delicate skin of Takasaki Tamako's cheek.
Takasaki Tamako tried to dodge, but Hoshino Jun frowned and a sharp "Don't move!" froze her in place.
"No need to change it. Let's keep it like this for now. Anyway, it's impossible for us to finish filming the final product in one or two days. Consider today's styling a rehearsal."
Smack—
After speaking, Takasaki Tamako slapped Hoshino Jun's hand away, glaring at Hoshino Jun and saying, "Next time, please don't touch my face so casually."
As she spoke, Takasaki Tamako's heart pounded.
For no other reason than...
Hoshino Jun was simply too handsome, and coupled with that serious, domineering CEO-like demeanor from a soap opera, it made her heart flutter wildly.
If it weren't for her identity as a married woman and a mother, Takasaki Tamako might have succumbed on the spot.
"Okay."
Hoshino Jun nodded, mentally adding, "Next time, I'll tell you first before touching you."
"You sit here by yourself for a bit; I'm going to touch up my makeup."
Fortunately, the blush covered her flushed cheeks, preventing Takasaki Tamako from feeling too embarrassed. She said a quick word with her head down and hurried upstairs.
Leaving Hoshino Jun alone on the first floor to fiddle with the camera.
He opened his phone, crammed some photography knowledge online for about ten minutes, then Hoshino Jun stopped waiting. He went to the entrance, pulled open Takasaki House's shoe cabinet.
From a collection of sneakers, leather shoes, and canvas shoes, he found a pair of red pointed high heels. Then he found the white athletic shoes he had worn, and carried both pairs of shoes upstairs.
The first room that met his eyes on the second floor was the master bedroom of the house, which was also Takasaki Tamako and Takasaki Muneki's marital bedroom.
The door was open, and Hoshino Jun happened to see Takasaki Tamako, who had just finished her makeup and was about to leave the bedroom.
"Why did you follow me up here?"
The beautiful married woman's voice was a little flustered, because she herself knew that Hoshino Jun had ulterior motives for her.
Being alone under one roof with Hoshino Jun was actually quite dangerous.
But...
For her past dreams, she had to take a risk.
"For your sake."
Hoshino Jun held up the two pairs of shoes. Takasaki Tamako's brows furrowed deeper. He explained with a somewhat speechless expression:
"Tamako-san, are you an idiot?"
"You probably don't want your husband and son to find you alone in a room with me, do you?"
Takasaki Tamako nodded.
Hoshino Jun walked into the room, closed and locked the door, then put down the two pairs of shoes and continued to explain:
"So how could my shoes be left downstairs? If they came back and saw them, wouldn't there be a misunderstanding?"
It really seemed that way.
Takasaki Tamako thought silently for a while, then nodded again, relieved. She had seen many similar plots.
Whenever the plot reached a certain point, someone would suddenly appear, causing a big misunderstanding that required more plot to resolve.
Although her husband and son said they weren't coming home, what if?
"Alright, then I'll listen to you."
Hoshino Jun's lips curved into a smile, and he secretly muttered, "Idiot."
Being discovered together in the bedroom, that would be the most fatal, wouldn't it?
In the living room, you could say it was just taking pictures, but in the bedroom, claiming it's for photos? Let's see if your husband and son believe you.
But it was clear that Takasaki Tamako hadn't realized the seriousness of the problem; instead, she looked at the red high heels in Hoshino Jun's hand.
"But why did you bring my shoes up too? My shoes downstairs wouldn't cause a misunderstanding."
"Are you planning to take pictures in slippers?"
Hoshino Jun smiled, moved closer to Takasaki Tamako, then suddenly half-crouched in front of her, grabbing her ankle, encased in smooth black stockings, in his hand.
"When wearing stockings, high heels are, of course, the perfect match."
"Tamako-san, you're too slow. Let me help you put on your high heels."
As his words fell, a brief silence descended upon Takasaki House's marital bedroom.
Takasaki Tamako felt the touch of his palm on her ankle. A flicker of panic and shyness crossed her eyes. She secretly glanced down at Hoshino Jun's face, which was incredibly handsome when he was serious, and her lips trembled, wanting to refuse him.
But ultimately, as if sensing Hoshino Jun's resolve, she merely opened her mouth...
She said nothing, silently sat on the edge of the bed, and waited for Hoshino Jun's help.
"Don't panic. Starting today, I am your exclusive photographer, Tamako-san. Occasional physical contact..."
"Isn't that perfectly normal?"
Yes.
Just as Hoshino Jun said.
As her photographer, some physical contact with him was, of course, perfectly normal.
It was like the relationship between an actor and a makeup artist; there was no need to overthink it.
"We are perfectly normal."
Compared to Takasaki Tamako's hesitation and struggle, Hoshino Jun's molestation...
No.
His action of helping her change shoes was quite swift. He first lifted Takasaki Tamako's right foot, then his right hand slid down from her ankle, enjoying the smoothness of the beautiful married woman's stockings and the warmth emanating from her skin.
Takasaki Tamako's little foot trembled, and her toes involuntarily curled up, like a kitten's paw clenching, not wanting to be touched.
His fingertips lightly brushed the soft sole of her foot; the pressure seemed too light, making Takasaki Tamako feel ticklish. She couldn't help but let out a muffled groan, then quickly closed her mouth.
"Mm-hmm~!"
Even with makeup and foundation on her face, the flush on her cheeks at that moment could not be concealed.
"Relax."
Hoshino Jun was also excited, feeling exceptionally thrilled inside, but on the surface, he still pretended to be calm and composed.
While holding the tender, smooth, black-stockinged foot, he picked up the red high heel and slowly put it on the vibrant, beautiful married woman.
Hoshino Jun guessed that Takasaki Muneki probably never let Takasaki Tamako do heavy work or run around a lot in her daily life.
Otherwise, how could the touch of her small feet be so tender, no less so than a young girl's?
--- "Tsukasa, I'm going to school. Be careful by yourself."
"Mm, don't worry about me. Now that Takayanagi Castle is an inside man with Saionji Ryuichi, I'll play him to death."
Yamada Tsukasa patted Takasaki Yusuke's shoulder and sighed, "As soon as my dad cools down, I'll immediately get you back to a nearby school."
With Yamada Kaoru at Amano Academy, he didn't dare to act recklessly. The most he could promise was to get Takasaki Yusuke closer to Amano Academy.
At least, he had to ensure his good friend could see his beloved every day.
"Thanks, Tsukasa."
"We're brothers. No need for thanks."
These few days of poverty had, to some extent, changed Yamada Tsukasa.
If it were in the past, would he have said thank you?
Don't be ridiculous.
Takasaki Yusuke's excitement was indescribable when he heard that thank you. He had finally won over Yamada Tsukasa.
From now on, he should be considered a trusted confidant, right?
When Yamada Tsukasa returned to his peak, he too would be able to rise with him.
At that time, buying a villa in Tokyo, marrying Nana, letting his father no longer work, and making his mother happy every day would all be possible.
His future was bright.
The excitement lasted until Takasaki Yusuke returned home. He straightened his collar, and after much thought about how to explain to his mother why he hadn't gone to school yet...
He rang his own doorbell.
"Ding-dong~!"
"Ding-dong~!"
Instantly!
It startled Hoshino Jun and Takasaki Tamako, who were in the bedroom, about to start shooting the first set of photos.
At this moment, Takasaki Tamako, following Hoshino Jun's instructions, was wearing red high heels, straightening her legs, arching her buttocks, and holding her full breasts with her wrists.
She maintained an S-shaped, curvaceous pose, waiting for the shutter sound.
"Mom, are you home?"
"Your precious son is back!"
It seemed he had opened the door with a key; the voice he heard again came from the staircase.
Takasaki Tamako instantly lost her composure, looking at Hoshino Jun in a panic.
Hoshino Jun's eyebrows raised slightly. He walked to Takasaki Tamako, took the opportunity to put his arm around her slender waist, and leaned down to gently breathe hot air into her ear.
"Don't panic, listen to me. It's fine."