Ignoring him, Amiya Kazuhiko slung his backpack over his right shoulder and walked past the two of them toward the front door.
Seeing his lack of manners, the middle-aged man's wrinkled forehead furrowed slightly. "Kazuhiko, why aren't you saying goodbye to your mother before you leave?"
But Kazuhiko continued to ignore him, simply opening the door and disappearing down the end of the street.
"I really don't know what to do with that boy!"
At that mont, a gentle and beautiful woman wearing a white dress and a yellow apron stepped out from the house. She wrapped her arms around his right arm and explained softly, "Children his age are all like this. Besides, I'm not his biological mother."
"Is that so? You've been in our ho for a year now. He should be a bit closer to you."
"Don't worry about it, it hasn't caused any problems!"
"If you say so. I'm leaving now. Rember to get along well with Kazuhiko."
With that, the middle-aged man pulled his luggage and slowly walked out the front door.
Watching his retreating back, a sowhat complicated expression flickered in the beautiful woman's eyes.
After he left, Amiya Kazuhiko, who had supposedly already departed, slowly erged from the adjacent alleyway.
A playful smile slowly crept onto his lips. He then took out his phone from his pocket and dialed a number. "Good morning, Madam..."
Shortly after, he hung up the phone and headed toward Seifu Academy with his backpack.
The groundwork had already been laid; now it was ti to reap the fruits of his victory.
As he passed by the Lamborghini Veneno, he curiously glanced at it a few tis. After all, such a gorgeous car was a rare sight.
However, his mind was currently filled with thoughts of claiming his beautiful stepmother as his own property, so after a few glances, he paid it no more mind.
"What a dumbass. I'll let you live for a few more days."
Watching through the rearview mirror as the boy walked away, Shiroko slowly rolled down his car window, a cold sneer forming on his lips.
He then opened the car door and headed toward the Amiya residence.
Slumped on the floor, the beautiful woman suddenly jolted when she heard the doorbell ring.
She didn't want to answer it, but hearing the persistent ringing that seed as if it wouldn't stop until its goal was t, she slowly stood up.
Approaching the door, she looked through the peephole and noticed that the visitor was actually an unfamiliar, handso young man.
The beautiful woman breathed a sigh of relief and opened the door. "Excuse , who are you looking for?"
Having only caught a glimpse from afar previously, Shiroko's eyes imdiately lit up upon observing her up close.
She had a heart-shaped face as pale as white jade, eyes resembling pools of clear water, and dark, cloud-like hair styled into an elegant updo.
Her entire being exuded a mature aura, making her look like a fresh, juicy peach.
To not hold such a beauty in his arms and cherish her, but instead intend to share her with others.
Sure enough, these guys were all total psychopaths with despicable blood flowing in their veins.
Imdiately, he cast the [Eye of Investigation] on her:
[Na: Amiya Misako Age: 31 Personality: Gentle, bad at refusing others Hobbies: Enjoys quietly doing housework alone Sensitive Spot: Lower back Appearance Score: 91 Affection Level: 10 Strength: Tier 1 Lower Stage Recent Thoughts: 'This boy is so handso. I wonder who he is looking for?']
Seeing the personality section, Shiroko raised an eyebrow. Things definitely wouldn't be boring from now on.
"Hello! I am Amiya Kazuhiko's classmate. My na is Hanyu Yuichi."
"So you are Hanyu Yuichi. Please, co in! Co in!"
Upon learning Shiroko's identity, a sowhat respectful smile appeared on Misako's face, and she even began using honorifics.
She had heard her husband ntion before that he wanted to collaborate with the Hanyu Group.
However, the other party was a major corporation with quite a reputation throughout Japan, completely out of reach for a small company like theirs.
Because of this, he had taken a different approach a year ago after learning that the only son of the Hanyu Group's chairman attended Seifu Academy.
He had spent a great deal of effort to enroll Amiya Kazuhiko there as well, hoping to build a good relationship with him.
She wondered what important matter brought him here today.
In the living room, after pouring a cup of tea for Shiroko, Misako asked softly, "May I ask what brings you here today?"
"There's no need to be so formal. You can just call Hanyu-kun, or Yuichi-kun!"
"I ca to visit today because I wanted to discuss Kazuhiko's academic performance."
"As his good friend, seeing his grades constantly slipping lately makes incredibly anxious."
Misako, who had just been about to say that such an informal address would be disrespectful, completely forgot her hesitation upon hearing this and subconsciously exclaid, "Kazuhiko's grades are slipping?!"
"That's right! He's been sluggish in class lately, and he always stamrs when the teachers ask him questions."
"His grades used to rank in the top twenty of our class, but now..."
As he spoke, Shiroko shook his head with a look of pity.
"What? How could this happen?!"
Hearing this news, Misako opened her pale pink lips into an 'O' shape in shock, a sight that inevitably stirred a fire within Shiroko.
After a long mont, the beautiful woman finally digested this information and looked at Shiroko with a questioning gaze. "Then, Hanyu-kun, what do you suggest?"
"That's why I wanted to ask if there's anything unusual going on with Kazuhiko at ho. That way, I can find the root of the problem and help him solve it."
"Anything unusual?"
Hearing this, Misako thought carefully for a mont, but ultimately shook her head. "I haven't noticed anything unusual about Kazuhiko normally."
"You haven't? That's troubleso! By the way, could I go take a look at Kazuhiko's room?"
"Of course!"
Saying so, she stood up and led the way.
Following behind her, looking at her slender figure and perfectly round curves, Shiroko couldn't help but feel a surge of heat in his heart.
Arriving in front of a tightly closed door, Misako suddenly stopped in her tracks. "This is Kazuhiko's room!"
But Shiroko, who was deep in thought, failed to notice this.
And so, an accident occurred.
The next mont, the two of them bumped directly into each other.
With Shiroko's current physique, Misako was naturally no match for him.
As a result, she fell straight toward the floor.
Fortunately, Shiroko was quick to react, catching her plump waist just in ti.
"Yuichi-kun, thank you..."
Once she steadied herself, she was just about to thank him when she noticed his gaze staring fixedly at a certain spot.
Following his line of sight, she saw what he was looking at.
In an instant, a deep blush blood across Misako's originally snow-white face.
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