The afternoon sun shone on the noblewoman's snow-white skin. Yuzuru lowered his head and gently took her in his mouth—
"Um......"
Hongye let out a soft hum, tinged with shyness and tenderness, her fingers unconsciously tightening around his shoulders.
—Sweet, rich, and with a hint of maple blossom honey fragrance.
This is the taste of autumn leaves.
Yuzuru Hanyu enjoyed this "dessert" with relish.
Hongye stroked his hair with a doting expression, her fingers gently running through his hair, letting the boy take as much as he wanted from her pride.
She had long been accustomed to her husband's special hobby, and even secretly felt happy about it—being able to satisfy her husband in this way was her happiness as a wife.
"Husband...slow down..."
Her voice carried a hint of coquettishness, but more so of indulgence.
After a long while, Yuzuru finally raised his head with satisfaction, a trace of water still lingering at the corner of his mouth. The noble lady gently wiped it clean with a handkerchief, her eyes full of tenderness.
It was as if the boy in front of her at that moment was her whole life.
"Husband...have you eaten enough?"
"Hmm..." Yuzuru leaned lazily against the railing, pinching her cheek. "But it seems like Momiji didn't eat much for lunch..."
Before Kureha could say anything, Yuusuke suddenly grinned mischievously: "In return, I should feed Kureha too~"
"Huh? Wait... Husband... Ugh!"
Before she could react, Yuzuru's large hand had already landed on her chestnut brown curly hair, which was meticulously styled down to every single strand.
The noble young lady was "forced" to kneel on the lunch mat.
.........
When the bell rang to signal the end of lunch break, Hongye had already slumped softly against Yusheng Nan's chest, turning into a pool of spring water.
The girl's school uniform was disheveled, the once neat collar was open, revealing a large expanse of snow-white skin, and her delicate lip makeup was smudged, with the bright red lipstick smudged at the corners of her mouth, adding a unique charm to her.
With a satisfied expression, Yuzuru reached out and helped Kureha straighten her disheveled clothes, smoothing out the wrinkles. He then gently patted her head and whispered, "Thank you for the treat~"
Ooka Momiji tilted her head slightly, her red lips pressed tightly together, her throat bobbing as she looked at him with a look of infatuation and rapture. She gave him a charming yet infatuated smile: "Thank you... for your hospitality, my husband."
Yuzuru took her hand: "Let's go, it's time to go back to the classroom."
Hongye softly hummed in agreement, letting him pull her away from the rooftop.
A gentle breeze blew by, carrying away a hint of sweetness, but it couldn't take away the ambiguous warmth between the two.
.........
After school, the classroom was empty.
No, I misspoke. There's still one ordinary student and one sexy teacher left.
Judy leaned against the podium alone, her long golden hair cascading down like a waterfall, spreading freely over her shoulders.
She had taken the time off from her classes to change into a more flattering outfit in the lounge—the top two buttons of her white shirt were undone, revealing her collarbone; her pencil skirt accentuated her perfect curves, and her long legs, encased in black stockings, were crossed, with the tips of her high heels lightly touching the ground.
"Hanyu-kun~" she said in accented Japanese, her voice softer than usual in class, "I have something I'd like to discuss with you~"
Yuzuru calmly packed his bag, neatly placing the books one by one inside. Without looking up, he asked in a flat tone, "Oh? What is it?"
Judy took a deep breath and decided to get straight to the point: "I want to buy some... tools from you to fight monsters."
"Oh?" Yuzuru Nan looked up, a look of sudden realization on his face. "What does the teacher want?"
“Exorcising holy water, or something else that can deal with monsters.” Judy looked him straight in the eye, her tone serious. “The FBI is willing to pay a reasonable price, but…”
She paused deliberately, as if choosing her words carefully, then lowered her voice slightly, "I hope we can get a 'friendship price'."
Yu Shengnan chuckled lightly, his gaze sweeping unabashedly over her delicate collarbone before finally settling on her heaving chest. He said slowly, "Friendship price... well, that depends on how 'friendly' you're willing to be, teacher."
Judy's breathing faltered slightly, but she quickly regained her composure.
She had long been mentally prepared—getting close to Yuzuru was her mission, even if it meant using her body.
"Like... like this?"
She suddenly reached out and unbuttoned the top two buttons of her shirt, revealing her delicate collarbone and the barely visible black lace.
Yuzuru's gaze darkened slightly, but he made no further move.
Seeing this, Judy hesitated for a moment, then decided to take it a step further.
She slowly walked up to Yuzuru Nan, placed her hands on the desk on either side of him, trapping him between herself and the desk, creating an extremely intimate and ambiguous position.
The distance between the two instantly closed, so close that they could clearly smell each other's breath.
The faint scent of perfume emanating from Judy wafted into my nostrils—a rich fragrance favored by mature women—mixing with her slightly rapid breathing to create an atmosphere that made my heart race.
"This is my first time..." Her voice trembled slightly, but she tried to remain calm. "So... please, Yuzuru-kun... be gentle..."
After saying this, Judy closed her eyes, her long eyelashes trembling slightly, as if waiting for a kiss—or rather, waiting for the start of a deal.
However, the expected touch did not occur.
"puff--"
A soft laugh broke the ambiguous atmosphere.
Judy opened her eyes in confusion, a hint of tension and anticipation still lingering in them, only to find Yuzuru looking at her with a mocking gaze and a mischievous smile on his lips, as if silently declaring his control over this "performance".
"What first time?" He blinked deliberately, feigning innocence. "Teacher, what are you talking about? I'm just a simple student~"
Judy froze: "You...you weren't going to..."
"I'm just curious why the teacher is suddenly so nervous." Yuzuru spread his hands innocently, his expression as if he were truly a clueless student. "Are FBI agents really that prone to misinterpreting things?"
"......"
Judy's face flushed instantly, a mixture of embarrassment and anger welling up inside her: "You...!"
She then realized she had been tricked—this despicable little rascal had clearly seen through her intentions from the beginning, but deliberately led her step by step in that awkward direction, causing her to unknowingly fall into the "trap" he had set.
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