My new wife discovered my past

At exactly 7:27 p.m. on July , the living room in the attic where Watanabe and Noriko were temporarily staying was silent except for the faint sound of the air-conditioning blowing.

Watanabe Tetsuya's gaze fell on the girl kneeling on the tatami not far in front of him.

The soft lines of the cherry-white and pink long skirt outlined her still immature but already beginning to take shape figure, and that face...

No matter how many times he saw this face, Toru Watanabe would always feel dazed and absent-minded for a moment.

She is at least 30% similar to her adoptive mother Naoko Watanabe, who was gentle, warm and dignified in the depths of her memory but eventually disappeared in the fire.

Especially at certain specific angles and lighting, with their similar figure and the combination of light and shadow, Sakuraba Miki looks almost identical to Watanabe Naoko at first glance.

How could this not make Toru Watanabe confused again and again?

Watanabe Toru could hardly imagine that as she aged and passed through the years, Sakuraba Miki would become more and more mature. At that time, how much would she resemble Watanabe Naoko...

At this moment, the girl was kneeling on the tatami with her eyes slightly lowered. She pursed her lips nervously, then loosened them and pouted her little mouth slightly.

The appearance of Sakuraba Miki brought Watanabe Toru back to his senses, and it coincided with a certain fragment of his memory, causing an indescribable complex emotion to surge in his heart.

There is nostalgia, guilt, and a hint of blasphemous excitement caused by this absurd similarity.

A girl who looks like Naoko...

This made Tetsuya Watanabe feel like... he was dreaming.

It seemed as if Watanabe Toru had a bizarre dream that confused the past and the present, and might even have tainted his memories...

Sakuraba seemed to notice the complexity in Watanabe's eyes.

She raised her eyes quietly, just in time to catch the fleeting distraction and some indescribable pain on Watanabe Tetsuya's face.

Although the girl was not as smart as her three sisters, she was smart enough and instantly understood what the teacher was thinking.

Combined with what the Hoshimi Miko said before, and the reactions and inexplicable targeting of Saotome-sensei, Hidaka Shinshu, and President Tsukimi...

Sakuraba knew that at this moment she probably reminded Mr. Watanabe of Naoko Watanabe again, right?

Thinking of this, Sakuraba Miki turned her face slightly to avoid the slightly heavy gaze, and the white neck line looked particularly fragile.

The silence between the two did not last long.

When Watanabe Toru came to his senses, when he noticed the girl's tense shoulders and confused hands, he realized that the obvious tension and pressure in Sakuraba Miki's heart was almost overflowing.

Mr. Watanabe thought of Sakuraba's age, how she shouldn't have to endure such suffering, and what he had to do with her next...

"Yes, Sakuraba-san." Teacher Watanabe tried to make his voice sound as calm as possible:
"It's hot and humid in the summer, and I was a little nervous just now. Do you feel uncomfortable? How about taking a bath and relaxing?"

Watanabe Toru knew that what he asked was a bit silly, and the suggestion of taking a bath seemed a bit abrupt in this situation.

But this is the only way Watanabe Tetsuya can think of to slightly ease the current deadlock and the girl's tension.

Sure enough, Sakuraba Miki raised her head after hearing that. Her face quickly turned red. She waved her hands repeatedly, her tone a little stammering: "No, no! Teacher... I'm not hot.

"Well, I didn't sweat much..."

Sakuraba thought that Watanabe was disgusted by the sweat and sweat smell on her body, because what she and he were going to do was...

After all, her emotions had fluctuated so greatly just now, the weather was so hot, and in such a tense environment, Sakuraba Mihime subconsciously thought that there might be sweat and sweat smell on her body, so she thought about it in this direction.

And if Mr. Watanabe were to smell my sweat or something... it would not only ruin the mood, but it might also leave Mr. Watanabe with a bad impression of me.

Just thinking about this possibility made Sakuraba Princess want to jump off the cliff of Hidaka Shrine immediately.

Watanabe Toru looked at Sakuraba Miki's reaction, which was like a kitten whose tail was stepped on, and he knew that the other party had misunderstood.

He laughed and shook his head, his tone softened: "Teacher didn't mean that...

"It's just that Sakuraba-san seems very nervous, so I want you to relax.

"But now that I think about it, taking a shower is difficult to do. It will leave a lot of trouble, such as hair, change of clothes, etc., so I might as well forget it."

Watanabe Toru did not insist on the suggestion of taking a bath. Sakuraba Miki did not say anything, but just lowered her head and nodded, as if to agree with him.

Watanabe Toru looked around again and felt that he should prepare for what was going to happen next.

He stood up and took out a neatly folded, never-used, clean white towel from the low cabinet next to him.

Teacher Watanabe did not hand it directly to Sakuraba-san, but just held it in his hand, with his eyes slightly lowered, staring at the girl who was kneeling on the tatami in front of him with her head lowered.

The tatami in the living room was specially placed for guests to sleep on during their lunch break, so Hidaka Shrine placed a large tatami there.

Not to mention two people, it is more than enough for four people to sleep on it.

Princess Sakuraba looked up at the white towel in Watanabe Toru's hand. She was stunned at first, then she understood something. The blush on her cheeks deepened, like a ripe peach, crisp and red.

The purpose of that towel...Sakuraba Miki naturally understood what it was used for.

Although nothing has happened yet, Mr. Watanabe has already considered what will happen next for her.

This implicit "consideration" made Sakuraba's heart palpitate, but also made her feel even more embarrassed. The girl had no choice but to lower her head again, staring at the criss-cross patterns on the tatami, as if she were looking at the whole world upside down. In short, she dared not raise her eyes again.

The atmosphere around the tatami in the living room seemed to become more ambiguous and awkward.

In order to break the almost frozen atmosphere, Watanabe Toru decided to change the subject.

He sat on the tatami, not too far from Sakuraba-san, with about three fists' distance between them.

Smelling the faint fragrance coming from the girl's body and long hair, Mr. Watanabe turned his head to look at the girl's drooping cheeks and chin, as well as her knuckles that were so tense that they turned slightly white, and asked softly:

"Speaking of which...Does Sakuraba-san know what it feels like to kiss?"

If it were a normal situation, if it were an ordinary man, if he suddenly asked any member of the opposite sex about such private matters, he would inevitably be charged with harassment.

Generally speaking, Watanabe rarely talks about this topic with women except Noriko.

He was afraid of irritating the woman opposite him.

Toru Watanabe also has a very deep understanding of his own charm.

If he is willing to let go of himself and devote his whole heart and soul to conquering a woman, there probably wouldn't be many people who could resist him, right?
Even if a woman knows that Watanabe Tetsuya is just pretending to love her, there will probably be women who cannot refuse and indulge in this wonderful bubble of love woven by Watanabe Tetsuya...

So this afternoon, when facing Sakuraba Miki, at this moment, Watanabe Toru felt it necessary to use these private topics to bring them closer together and ease the slightly awkward atmosphere.

However, Toru Watanabe did not deceive Sakuraba Miki, and of course he did not have much sincerity... and after hearing Watanabe teacher's question, Sakuraba classmate's body trembled slightly, almost unnoticeably.

The girl still didn't raise her head, but shook her head very lightly, her voice as thin as a mosquito: "I don't know...

"I met... well, before that...

"I've never liked a boy, and I've never been in a relationship, so naturally I've never had the opportunity to do something that only lovers can do...

"Kissing and making out..."

There was something ambiguous in Sakuraba Miki's words, but Watanabe Toru didn't take it to heart.

"Really?" Watanabe's voice was emotionless. He then asked her, "Then... has Sakuraba ever fantasized about it?"

This time the girl was silent for a moment, and finally closed her eyes and nodded slightly.

"Yeah." Watanabe Tetsuya responded softly, as if he was talking to himself, but also as if he was talking to Sakuraba Miki, with a complicated tone:

"If a person has never kissed the person they love once in their life, it would be a pity...it wouldn't be complete."

This is true for kissing and intimacy.

And at the moment when Watanabe Tetsuya answered, perhaps because his voice was too close, or perhaps because the unique masculine scent was too clear, Sakuraba Miki couldn't help but raise her eyes slightly.

Under the bright light, the man's face was clearly outlined, his nose was straight, and his lips were clear. His eyes, which always seemed a little indifferent and distant, now seemed particularly deep because of the closer distance, as if they could suck her soul in.

Sakuraba Miki was uncontrollably drawn into Watanabe Tetsuya's gaze.

It was clearly just a simple question and answer, but when it came out of Watanabe Tetsuya's mouth, coupled with his outstanding appearance and indescribable quiet charm, it made Sakuraba Miki's heart skip a beat, and then it started beating like a drum again.

A heat spread uncontrollably from the girl's delicate white neck to her entire cheek, quickly turning red, making her already confused thoughts even more dizzy.

Facing such a teacher Watanabe, even though she knew that his past experiences were complicated and not as simple as he seemed on the surface, Sakuraba could not suppress the most primitive throbbing and longing in her heart.

Toru Watanabe seemed unaware of the turmoil in Sakuraba Miki's heart, or perhaps he noticed it but did not point it out.

He just looked at the girl beside him and smiled gently.

This smile carried a strange soothing power, as if to pull what was about to happen back from the cold "mission" and "price" to something that could perhaps be called "experience."

Sakuraba Miki's tense body seemed to relax a little bit because of this.

But her love and preference for men made her indulge in him again.

Teacher Watanabe captured this subtle change in Sakuraba-san.

The man was not surprised.

You know, this is the ultimate gentleness that is unique to Toru Watanabe, and it is almost only shown when facing Noriko Shimizu and Naoko Watanabe in his memory.

At this moment, Watanabe Toru also gave a little bit of his love to Sakuraba Miki, who looked somewhat like Watanabe Naoko.

He slowly moved closer, his knees moving silently on the tatami, closing the distance between them.

Sakuraba Miki felt him approaching, her breathing stagnated, and she subconsciously wanted to step back, but she found that there was a low table behind her and she had nowhere to retreat.

She could only clench her fists even tighter and closed her eyes nervously.

The warm breath brushed across my cheek, carrying with it the unique scent of Mr. Watanabe that had made countless women fall in love with him.

Sakuraba Miki's heart was beating like a drum, and her hands involuntarily rose to her chest, trying to suppress the strong beating.

Then, a soft, warm touch rested on her lips.

Unlike the roughness or eagerness that the girl might have imagined, this kiss was as light as a feather, tentative and extremely cautious.

Watanabe Tetsuya's movements were very gentle and slow, as if he was treating a rare treasure, afraid that he would break it if he used too much force.

Teacher Watanabe did not go deeper, but just maintained the position of lips touching, using his breath and warmth to comfort the girl in his arms.

He also subconsciously stretched out a hand and embraced Sakuraba-san's slightly leaning forward body.

Sakuraba Miki's mind was blank, leaving only the strange, unprecedented touch on her lips.

Warmth, softness, and the unique scent of Watanabe-sensei...all of this makes Sakuraba-san dizzy.

The initial stiffness and tension actually began to slowly melt away under the almost soothing tenderness of Tetsuya Watanabe.

Her tightly closed eyelashes trembled slightly, and her clenched fists unconsciously loosened a little.

Time seemed to be stretched and frozen at this moment.

On the tatami in the living room, the only sounds were the faint sound of the air conditioner and the gradually blending breaths and heartbeats of the two people.

Watanabe Toru felt the girl's body in his arms relax slightly, so he deepened the kiss a little, with extreme restraint and an almost pious tenderness.

I don't know how long it was, but when their lips parted, there was only a short distance between them.

Watanabe looked at the girl's slightly flushed, sparkling lips, and her clear eyes that finally dared to open, but were still hazy and flickering as if covered with a layer of mist. The complex emotions in his heart caused by her resemblance to Naoko surged again.

He didn't say anything else, but just looked at her quietly with those deep eyes that contained so many emotions.

And Sakuraba met his gaze, and regained a bit of composure from her initial panic and shyness.

She saw the tenderness in Teacher Watanabe's eyes, a unique tenderness that only appeared in front of her, different from the tenderness when he was facing Sister Kiko.

I also saw the struggle and nostalgia hidden in his eyes, as well as... a subtle addiction that perhaps even he himself was not aware of.

The girl's heart was completely lost.

She no longer thought about the cost or cared about the consequences.

At this moment, on the tatami, in the attic deep in the shrine, there were only him and her.

Sakuraba Miki closed her eyes, raised her head slightly, silently responded to the man's invitation with her actions, and also acquiesced to everything that happened next.

The tatami silently took on the new weight, light and shadows flowed slowly in the quiet Japanese-style room, and the sound of wind chimes outside the window seemed to become distant.

In the air, there is only the gradually heating up ambiguity and the entanglement of unspeakable fate... (End of this chapter)