Awesome! Kill the Pervert, Steal the Dragon, Claim the Girls!

Beep beep beep!

Just as Takumi was about to take things a step further, a shrill ringtone interrupted him.

"Huh?"

Takumi raised a brow, looking a little speechless.

He could only pause, pull out his phone, and answer the call. The next moment, a pleasant but icy voice came through the line.

"You're the landlord of this apartment building, right? I want to rent a place."

The woman's voice was cool and distant, carrying a faint edge of hostility.

Listening to her, Takumi got the feeling she seemed to have it out for him.

Had he made an enemy out of some woman?

In a split second, Takumi ran through his memories. Finding no one, he immediately extended his thoughts outward.

After asking for her location, he locked onto her position in an instant.

The moment he saw that pretty white-haired figure, his eyes widened slightly.

"Tch... I think I know where that hostility is coming from."

Muttering to himself, Takumi hung up and withdrew his thoughts.

Having more or less figured out the cause, Takumi also decided to head over to meet her.

Looking at Shizuka, who was left hanging there with an awkward, frustrated expression on her face, Takumi leaned over and gently kissed her on the lips.

Shizuka had assumed he was about to pull back, so having her first kiss stolen so suddenly caught her completely off guard.

After a half-second of shock, she gave a faint little struggle.

Unfortunately, there wasn't much force behind it. It felt more like coy resistance than actual refusal.

After nearly thirty years of being single, she had been looking forward to a moment like this too.

"Mmm~~~"

A thin layer of mist clouded Shizuka's beautiful eyes as they met Takumi's.

That only drew out a soft little whimper from her, and she let him do as he pleased.

Time passed faster than she expected, and yet to Shizuka, it also felt unbearably long.

By the time Takumi settled back into the passenger seat, her expression was still a little dazed.

Looking at Shizuka's adorably shy expression, Takumi's lips curled into a delighted smile.

"Shizu, let's just call this a little bit of interest for today."

"As for the rest, I'd really like you to give me some extra lessons in private, offline. What do you think?"

"No way, you brat!"

Wiping her lips, Shizuka turned her flushed face away.

She quietly put her hands on the steering wheel and asked, pretending to stay calm, "W-where are we going?"

"Tama Shopping Street. The café. I already made plans with that person."

Takumi replied casually, while his hand very naturally came to rest on Shizuka's thick, shapely thigh.

Shizuka might be a teacher, but because she loved shonen manga, she'd specifically trained in martial arts.

She had real talent for it, and she kept herself in shape.

That was why her thighs were soft and full yet firm, with sleek, beautiful muscle lines.

Too bad she was wearing jeans right now. If she'd been in black stockings instead...

"Shizu~"

"Mmm... huh?!"

Shizuka was so distracted she had every nerve in her body pulled tight.

Even the sensation of his fingertips brushing over her was enough to stir wave after wave of sweet pleasure through her.

Just as she was sinking into it, Takumi's call nearly made her jerk the steering wheel into disaster.

Steadying herself, Shizuka shot him a resentful glare and said, "Brat, if you've got something to say, say it properly. Don't do this, okay? It's dangerous~~"

Her tone was as stern as ever, but her voice carried a trace of weakness now, and even a pleading note.

Naturally, Takumi had no intention of correcting himself. He simply said on his own, "Shizu, I really think black stockings would suit you."

"..."

Knowing exactly what Takumi was thinking, Shizuka really wanted to smack him on the head.

She was driving, and this was what he was talking about!?

"So, Shizu, how about next time you wear them for me?"

"Like I'd ever wear them for you!"

Shizuka shot back, then turned her head away like she was annoyed.

Seeing that the curse didn't trigger, Takumi blinked, unable to figure out what exactly was going through her mind.

Forget it. Next time he saw her, whether she wanted to wear them or not wouldn't exactly be her decision.

While Takumi was thinking that, Shizuka's gaze kept drifting toward her own thigh.

How could she possibly wear black stockings? Just imagining it felt so indecent.

But wearing them once in a while shouldn't be a big deal, right? Besides, she usually lived in the school dorms, and only happened to be out because of these last two vacation days.

Still, she hardly owned anything like that. She'd have to go buy some from a clothing store and try them on.

Should she ask him to come with her?

N-no, that wouldn't work. Maybe Haruno?

No, that wouldn't work either. Way too embarrassing. Better to go by herself.

Even while wearing a look of disgust on her face, Shizuka was already having a whole internal conversation with herself, to the point that she'd fully decided to go buy some black stockings later.

The more she thought about it, the more anxious she got, and the blush on her face refused to fade.

By the time Takumi got out at their destination, Shizuka was still red from top to bottom, looking like someone who'd just lost twenty ranked matches in a row.

The difference was, other people got that red from rage.

She got that red from shame.

Even though she was an adult now, and technically Takumi's teacher, her romantic experience was still a solid zero.

That was exactly why, beneath her mature exterior, her actual reactions were far more childish—more like a teenage girl's, full of nervous excitement and anticipation.

Watching Shizuka drive off in a hurry, Takumi didn't even get the chance to thank her.

"I was planning to give her a goodbye kiss too, so why'd she run off like that?"

"She's got such a full, mature body, but her personality is like a kid's. The way she acted just now was even more girlish than an actual girl."

"Shizuka, Shizuka... you really are impossible to resist."

Takumi felt like Shizuka was a fun little toy. Tease her a bit, and she'd make him grin.

And when he gave her real feelings, she'd respond in kind.

"But still, calling her 'teacher' feels the best. That makes it even hotter."

Muttering to himself, Takumi turned and headed toward the café on Tama Shopping Street.

There was only one café there, standing prominently right out front.

From a distance, Takumi spotted a stunning beauty with long silver-white hair, seated in a chair and clearly waiting for him.

Her silver-white hair was pinned up high, with two elegant strands falling along her cheeks.

Her skin was pale as snow, smooth as polished jade, like a flawless piece of finely carved stone glowing with a faint luster.

Not to mention that face of hers, so beautiful it could steal someone's heart at first sight.

Ice-blue eyes, a high nose bridge, soft pink lips.

Her features were like a masterfully painted portrait, each line forming a perfectly beautiful whole.

She wore a pure white sweater under a blue outer coat.

With how lush and enticing her figure was, the fabric stretched over full, rounded curves.

That abundant chest looked ready to burst right out of her sweater.

And because those breasts stood out so proudly, her waist looked even more impossibly slim.

Further down, the curve flared sharply once again. Her hips were wrapped in a fitted skirt that fell to her knees, outlining a perfectly round, upturned ass in exquisite detail.

Her long, thick, shapely legs were fully wrapped in black pantyhose, making them look even smoother, longer, and more beautiful.

From head to toe, every inch of this woman could only be described with one word, Perfect.

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