My new wife discovered my past

After turning around and returning to Noriko and Sakuraba Miki, Watanabe Tetsuya's gaze lingered on Sakuraba Miki for a few seconds.

The girl had obviously prepared carefully.

She had already changed into a simple yet exquisite yukata, the fabric of which was obviously of top-quality material.

Her long, smooth, black hair was cleverly tied into a graceful bun, leaving only a few wet strands of hair by her ears and behind her neck, revealing her smooth, full forehead and graceful swan neck.

Her face was lightly made up, but because she had just bathed, her skin was fair and translucent, with a healthy blush, making her look even more beautiful.

This outfit, coupled with her face that was 30% similar to Naoko and her slightly restrained demeanor at the moment, made Watanabe Tetsuya's heart move uncontrollably again.

Then, Watanabe looked at Kiko, who was still wearing her bathrobe and had dry hair.

Watanabe began to think about what kind of hairstyle he should give Noriko and which yukata he should let her wear to best highlight her gentleness and happiness at the moment.

As if she had noticed her husband Watanabe's thoughts and realized the urgency of time, Sister Kiko put aside her conversation with Sister Miki and said anxiously:

"Oh, I was so busy chatting with Sister Yuji that I need to hurry up and comb my hair and change into my yukata, otherwise it will be too late!

"Tetsuya-kun, please help me~"

Before Watanabe could answer, Sakuraba Miki took the initiative to speak up and suggested softly, "If Sister Kiko doesn't mind, why not... let me try too?
"I have some experience in combing my kimono hair."

"Really? That's great!" Upon hearing this, Ji Zi's eyes lit up and she immediately agreed happily: "Sister Yuji, it would be great if you are willing to help! More people means more strength~"

Noriko turned to Watanabe and smiled, "In the past, it was Tetsuya-kun who was clumsy in doing my hair. Today, it's great to have a professional like Miki-sister here!"

"Well, it seems like I'm going to be unemployed." Watanabe knew that Noriko was speaking well of Sakuraba Miki, so he cooperated by spreading his hands with a helpless smile on his face.

Listening to the natural and intimate banter between the couple, Sakuraba Miki tried hard to curl her lips and force a smile. But deep in her heart, she couldn't help but feel an indescribable envy.

She also wanted to... really wanted to be like Sister Noriko, to enjoy the gentleness and care of Teacher Watanabe as a matter of course, even if it was just to clumsily comb her hair...

However, Sakuraba Miki quickly calmed down and suppressed this inappropriate envy.

She walked behind Kiko's sister, picked up the comb, hairband, hairpin and other tools that Teacher Watanabe had placed aside, and began to comb Kiko's beautiful long black hair with concentration and skill.

Sakuraba Miki's movements were very skillful, and she didn't look like a pampered young lady at all. Her fingers shuttled through her hair, and she quickly gathered up Noriko's thick long hair, making it into a refreshing, neat, yet gentle Japanese bun.

This hairstyle is not only suitable for matching with a yukata, but also reveals the smooth and white neck, so you won’t feel too stuffy on the slightly hot nights in late summer.

"Okay, Sister Kiko, what do you think?" Sakuraba Miki put down the comb and asked softly.

Ji Zi looked at herself in the mirror and smiled with satisfaction: "It looks so good! Sister Yu Ji is really clever~!"

After the hair is done, the next step is makeup.

But after thinking about it, Ji Zi shook her head and said, "I'm pregnant, so I should try to wear less makeup. It's fine to be bare-faced like this."

What Jiko said was not bragging, but the truth.

She has a good foundation, with fair and delicate skin, delicate and gentle facial features. At this moment, because of her pregnancy and the nourishment of love, her whole body exudes a soft halo. She is indeed charming enough without any makeup, and it can even be said that she is "using her beauty to commit crimes."

Sakuraba Miki looked closely at Noriko's almost flawless, delicate skin, and the happy glow radiating from the inside out, and envy quietly emerged in her heart.

Sister Kiko's skin condition and pure beauty are really enviable...

The last step is to choose a yukata for Keiko.

Kiko took out several yukatas of different colors and styles, all of which she had carefully selected. But at the moment, she was having trouble making the decision and didn't know which one to wear.

"Tetsuya-kun, Mihime-sister, can you help me see which one looks better?" She spread out several yukatas on the bed and asked for their opinions.

Watanabe Tetsuya and Sakuraba Miki's eyes swept over the yukatas at the same time.

Unexpectedly, the two of them pointed at the same thing almost in unison.

It was a light blue yukata with a very light background, as soft as moonlight, and it was printed with clusters of small and exquisite floral patterns swaying in the wind with freehand brushstrokes, and the stamens were lightly embellished with silver thread. The overall style was fresh and elegant, gentle and quiet, which was very consistent with Kiko's temperament at the moment.

"Well! Then this one!" Seeing that the two of them agreed, Jiko immediately made up her mind and happily picked up the light blue yukata.

Noriko held the yukata and said to Watanabe and Sakuraba Miki, "I'll go to the cloakroom inside and change, it will be done soon.

"Tetsuya-kun, please entertain Mihime-chan for me first~"

After saying that, she walked briskly into the small cloakroom in the suite, leaving the space for the two people who were a little silent outside.

Seeing Noriko, holding the light blue yukata, disappear behind the door of the small dressing room in the suite, Toru Watanabe and Miki Sakuraba both withdrew their gazes from following her.

The heavy door panels blocked out the sight and all sounds, seemingly causing a subtle change in the atmosphere in the living room.

Teacher Watanabe walked straight to the sofa and sat down, his eyes looking at Sakuraba-san who was still standing by the bed, looking a little at a loss.

The woman was wearing a yukata, with her long hair tied up in a bun, slightly damp from the bath. Her pretty face, which was somewhat similar to Naoko, looked even more charming under the soft light in the room.

"Sakuraba-san..." Watanabe began, his voice a little deeper than when he spoke to Noriko just now: "Don't stand all the time, it's tiring to stand for a long time...

"Sit down first."

Upon hearing this, Sakuraba Miki subconsciously glanced at the large and soft bed not far away, her cheeks slightly hot, and then she turned her gaze to Watanabe teacher who was sitting leisurely on the sofa.

The woman hesitated for a moment, but finally took a step forward. She did not choose the big bed, nor the single sofa next to it, but walked directly to Watanabe Tetsuya and sat down next to him.

The distance between Mr. Watanabe and Ms. Sakuraba is not close, but it is definitely not distant.

Watanabe Toru was also slightly stunned by her decision. After coming to his senses, he thought about it and still did not let Sakuraba Miki change her position.

He could not only smell the faint fragrance coming from the woman after bathing, but also the obvious nervousness in her whole body.

Seeing this, Watanabe Toru didn't want to waste any more time. He lowered his voice so that Noriko in the cloakroom wouldn't hear him, and asked in a probing tone:
"Sakuraba-san came here suddenly, is there something important?"

Sakuraba listened to Watanabe's question and was silent for a few seconds. She unconsciously tightened the belt of her bathrobe with her hands on her knees. She didn't look at Watanabe, but lowered her eyes and looked at the corner of her bathrobe. Finally, she shook her head gently and almost inaudibly.

"...No." Sakuraba Miki's voice was as thin as a mosquito, with a hint of grievance and dependence that she herself had not noticed:

"I just, I just miss Mr. Watanabe.

"I want to see the teacher again, and I want to talk to the teacher...

"Well, stay a little longer..."

When Watanabe Tetsuya heard this, he felt a little complicated for a moment.

He thought of the intimacy between him and Sakuraba Miki on the tatami in the living room on the first floor of the attic yesterday afternoon. In order to facilitate contact and communication between them, he had to complete the necessary "ritual" with the young girl in front of him...

That just happened, and it’s been a whole day.

For a young girl who had never experienced this, it was undoubtedly a huge shock.

Sakuraba-san is still so young, at the age when emotions are richest and most prone to anxiety, which may cause some emotional fluctuations and dependence, but...

excusable.

Watanabe Toru was silent for a moment, he didn't know what to say.

Comfort? Or warning?
None of it seemed appropriate.

Sakuraba Miki felt the silence of the man beside her, and her heart tightened.

She secretly raised her eyes and quickly glanced at the closed door of the cloakroom, estimating in her mind how long it might take for Sister Jiko to change her clothes, and found that there was not much time left.

Every minute and every second from now on will be a matter of life and death.

Realizing this, a sense of courage arose from the bottom of her heart, and Sakuraba Princess gathered her strength.

She asked softly in a voice that was almost whispering, with a hint of desperate pleading:
"Teacher Watanabe...

"Um... can you... hug me and kiss me?
"It will only take a moment, just a moment..."

Toru Watanabe clearly captured the trembling in the girl's words and the humble plea that was almost overflowing.

He looked at Sakuraba Miki's eyes, which were slightly moist due to nervousness and anticipation and somewhat similar to Naoko's, and at her lower lip which was tightly bitten due to shyness. The string of reason in his heart seemed to be gently plucked by something again.

Teacher Watanabe could feel that at this moment, Sakuraba had almost completely lost her usual calmness and reserve of a lady from a noble family, and had also forgotten her own reason and the previous instructions.

The strong emotion in the woman's eyes was so straightforward and so...undisguised.

Watanabe Toru was also aware that it was probably the "succubus" physique in himself that was causing trouble again, causing Sakuraba Miki to become addicted and unable to extricate himself.

It is not difficult for Mr. Watanabe to imagine that his charm probably caused Sakuraba's immature heart to be in fierce conflict with the education she received since childhood and her own will, which made her so entangled and uncomfortable now, and even risked being discovered by Noriko to make such a bold request at this moment...

Time is indeed running out, and Jiko may come out of the cloakroom at any time.

Teacher Watanabe didn't want to add unnecessary psychological burden and confusion to Sakuraba, who was already under tremendous pressure from participating in his plan, because of his hesitation or refusal.

So, Watanabe Toru sighed slightly, without saying anything, he just stretched out his arms, and gently and with a hint of comfort, he embraced the delicate body beside him that was trembling slightly due to nervousness.

The sudden hug made Sakuraba Miki's body stiffen for a moment, but then, when she felt the familiar and reassuring warmth and breath in the man's arms, she softened completely and uncontrollably.

The woman pressed her cheek tightly against Watanabe's broad and solid chest, listening to his steady and powerful heartbeat, her nostrils filled with his unique, infatuated scent...

A huge feeling of happiness instantly enveloped Sakuraba Miki, and she was so moved that she almost cried.

However, at the same time, an equally strong sense of guilt and remorse towards Sister Noriko was gnawing at Sakuraba Miki's conscience like a poisonous snake.

She shouldn't be like this... She shouldn't be in Sister Kiko's room with Teacher Watanabe...

Happiness and pain, sweetness and entanglement, like two extreme forces, were tearing at each other madly in Sakuraba Miji's heart, almost suffocating her.

Watanabe Toru also felt the slight trembling of the girl's body in his arms and her suppressed emotions.

He patted her back gently, then loosened his grip a little and held her lovely little face with his hands. At this moment, Sakuraba Miki's eyes were already filled with tears.

Looking at the face that was three or four points similar to Watanabe Naoko in his memory, the woman's eyes were now filled with confusion, dependence and love. Watanabe's mind once again uncontrollably emerged the gentle and regretful smile of Naoko before her death...

Watanabe Toru lowered his head slightly and gently placed a kiss on Sakuraba Miki's soft lips, which were slightly opened due to nervousness and had a sweet scent after bathing.

This kiss was light and soft, without any lust. It was more like a comfort, a pity, a... almost instinctive comfort driven by some complex emotions.

Sakuraba's body immediately collapsed completely in Watanabe's arms...

However, at this moment when this ambiguous and taboo atmosphere is slowly fermenting.

"Click——"

The slight sound of a door lock turning broke the moment of desolation.

But what opened was not the door of the cloakroom.

But...the main entrance of this suite!

At the door, the figure of Hoshimi Haruka appeared.

The witch's pretty face, which always showed a bit of coldness and arrogance, was looking at the two people on the sofa in the living room who were almost hugging each other and kissing each other with a half-smile.

Her eyes suddenly became icy cold, but the corners of her mouth curled up into an arc of anger, full of sarcasm and chill.

“Hehe…Brother Toru, and Miss Sakuraba the Fourth.

"It seems that I came at the wrong time..." (End of this chapter)