"Shaless brat, I haven't asked for a massage yet, why are you already there?" Hayashi- sensei asked with raised eyebrows.
She then lifted her chin, her sharp gaze seemingly piercing through . No matter how much she tried to act upset, I could feel slight amusent flickering behind her composed deanor.
I just finished my short report regarding everything that happened around yesterday. With nothing really special happening, Hayashi-sensei also had less to say about it.
"I thought you'd need a massage after dealing with all the ti, sensei. Consider it preemptive care." I cheekily replied, flashing her a grin that had her narrowing her eyes in return.
"Hmph, what an incorrigible brat. At least take up from your father. He's a witty guy who always has a way to explain everything. If he's the one standing there, explaining why he has to massage , he will say sothing like, 'It's to keep my sensei in tip-top shape for the upcoming cultural festival' or sothing like that," Hayashi-sensei replied, though her stern expression was cracking into a smile.
She's fantasizing. This woman... She still hasn't moved on from him, has she? Or maybe, she's just using him again to compare with. Now that she's becoming more conscious of after these repeated etings, she needed sothing to keep her in check.
"Mhm. I can imagine him saying that, but sensei, I think it's only applicable if you're my mother. Otherwise, it's no good. He cannot be compared to a shaless brat like ."
"You don't have to rub that in my face. Ugh." Hayashi-sensei frowned as she waved a dismissive hand at .
She leaned back as the tension in her shoulders loosened slightly beneath my touch. Despite her complaint, I already started my usual massage, relieving her.
"Enough about that. Since you won't stop, just do it right. I hate to admit but you have a way of twisting the mood, Onoda-kun. It's both frustrating and oddly... refreshing. But don't get carried away. I'm not praising you!"
Although she said that, Hayashi-sensei's protest was clearly half-hearted. Soon, she closed her eyes, allowing to continue massaging her shoulder.
"Don't worry, sensei. I'm only like this because I respect you."
Her eyebrows twitched again, maybe finding it unbelievable how shaless I was. "Respect, you say? I'll be enlivened if that's really the case. Don't think just because I'm inexperienced, I won't know that you're flirting with . You're really insatiable."
"Flirting? Sensei, I'm not doing that yet. You'll know I'm flirting if I start to be more... affectionate," I replied with a lowered voice, just enough to tickle her ear. My hands moved from the broadness of her shoulders to her neck, gently working the tension out of her muscles.
Her eyes snapped open, and she shot a glare that could lt steel. But she didn't stop .
"Who are you trying to fool, brat?" Hayashi-sensei huffed. "Your charm is as subtle as a ringing bell. In short, it's too obvious. But fine, if you're going to act like you're not flirting, I'll pretend not to notice it. Anyway, enough about your antics, you have a question, right?"
Look at her, diverting the topic to escape my teasing. It was so endearingly predictable. But well, I'll let her off with that.
I straightened up, dropping my playful tone but leaving my hand working closely. "Right. About that. This unity workshop... Do you have any specific expectations from each class? Or is it more of an open floor for ideas?"
Although her head was now resting on the softness of the sofa's backrest, Hayashi-sensei adjusted her glasses while keeping her eyes closed as her expression returned to the serious educator she often portrayed.
"The workshop is ant to encourage creativity and collaboration. We want all classes to co up with proposals that represent their unique dynamics while still being feasible within the school's resources. That said..." She paused for a mont then opened one of her eyes to stare at from below, "I trust you'll ensure your class doesn't submit sothing outrageous. You're one of the representatives from your class, am I right?"
"Outrageous? Us? Never," I replied with mock indignation, "Sensei, do you not trust enough? I told you despite my complex relationship, I'm still prioritizing my studies. This cultural festival might not be related to it but since I'm going to do it with my girls, I'll naturally give my best."
"So, anything related to your girls, you're going to do your 100%?"
"Yes, Sensei. After all, for , their happiness is a reflection of my success," I said with a genuine expression that made her click her tongue again.
After that, she closed her eyes, focusing her senses back on the sensual experience my hands were giving her. Her breathing slowed down as she let out a gentle sigh of relief, enjoying the
massage.
"I an it, Onoda. None of your sches disguised as 'innovative ideas,"" She warned with her voice laced with a hint of her concern.
"Understood, sensei. I'll make sure it's sothing that gets the stamp of approval from both the teachers and the students. And you."
I said as my arms once again wrapped around her, holding her just like the previous days.
"This brat..." She breathlessly murmured but the way she lifted her head and leaned it against my chest showed she didn't really mind doing this.
After a while, I montarily released her to move back and join her on the sofa, slipping myself behind her, letting her lean on instead of the backrest before holding her intimately from behind, indulging myself in her wonderful fragrance. She didn't protest, just leaning into my embrace, the tension in her body slowly dissipating.
"Now, tell if you're not flirting with ." She smilingly said, her voice carrying a mix of exasperation and resignation. "You're lucky I'm tolerating this, Onoda-kun. I should throw you out for this audacity, right?"
I chuckled softly, tightening my embrace just a little, "I think you're fond of , Sensei. And I'm so lucky to have that privilege. And even if you can call this flirting, I also see this as my way of showing you my respect and appreciation. Also, to continue to provide you comfort." "Respect? Appreciation? Comfort? You have a very warped way of showing those things. And don't think I didn't catch that smirk." She repeated with a skeptical tone. Nevertheless, she
still didn't push away,
"Then why aren't you stopping ?" I teased, lowering my voice again as I rested my chin lightly on her shoulder. "Maybe you enjoy this too much to resist?"
She scoffed but she couldn't hide the faintest hint of pink tinging her cheeks. "Enjoy it? You must be delusional. I'm simply too tired to deal with your nonsense right now. I'm just using you for comfort. Give and take, that's how it is."
"Right. Of course," I replied, my tone humoring her. "Whatever helps you sleep at night,
Sensei."
She let out a defeated sigh, leaning further into as if surrendering to the mont. "You're insufferable, Onoda. If I didn't know better, I'd say you were a professional at this."
"Rather than a professional, I'll say I'm used to this. I've fallen for a lot of girls. If I can't even make you comfortable, shouldn't I consider myself a failure?"
She stiffened slightly at my words, her sharp intellect undoubtedly picking apart my statent for any underlying motives. "You sure know how to twist words to your
advantage."
"Well then, what if I acted more audacious like... kissing you?"
"If you did that, I'll throw you out of this room right away."
"Alright. Forget that. But honestly, sensei..." I said softly as I slotted my head closer to her that our cheeks were now touching. "You do so much for everyone, Sensei. You deserve to feel
appreciated too."
Her lips parted as if to respond, but she hesitated, her expression softening. For a mont, the strict, no-nonsense teacher persona seed to fade, replaced by a woman who carried a quiet vulnerability beneath her composed exterior.
"You're too smooth for your own good," She finally muttered, turning her face slightly away, though she made no effort to break free from my embrace.
We sat like that for a while, the atmosphere calm and intimate. It was a rare mont where words weren't necessary and the silence felt more comforting rather than awkward.
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