My love index is at its maximum.

[Tazaki: What color stockings are you wearing?]

[Shimamoto: I wasn't wearing stockings.]

[Tazaki: I'm angry!!!]

I put my phone away, and an Italian restaurant suddenly appeared on the narrow slope. It was a white wooden house with a small sign that was easy to miss if you weren't looking carefully.

As soon as I walked up the slope, I saw Kana Shimamoto waiting at the store entrance.

Tsukasa Tazaki's eyes lit up.

Compared to her usual dignified and gentle image as an intellectual older sister, she has slightly changed herself today.

A light green, off-the-shoulder, thin summer sweater, very thin and form-fitting, clearly showing her bust. A Prada handbag is slung over her shoulders, paired with slim blue jeans and black high-heeled sandals, revealing her ten adorable oval-shaped toes.

She exudes a fashionable vibe, coupled with her stunningly beautiful face, long, straight hair, and radiant skin, making her truly captivating.

Every man passing by would steal glances at her, but she seemed oblivious, pacing back and forth. She would occasionally glance at her watch, a look of annoyance on her face, giving the impression of someone anxiously waiting for a date with their lover.

This beautiful woman was waiting for him... Tazaki Tsukasa felt a little smug and couldn't help but quicken his pace to catch up with her.

"Hello, Shimamoto-sensei."

Kana Shimamoto turned around, her gaze fixed on him, and a smile immediately appeared on her face: "You're something else, Tsukasa Tazaki. You made your teacher wait for a full ten minutes. You must be punished tonight!"

"How should they be punished?"

"Let me think about it..." Shimamoto Kana tapped her cheek with her fingers, and after thinking for a moment, she said seriously, "You'll be punished by copying the school rules one hundred times. It's decided then."

The school rules of the private Kitagawa Academy...

If Tsukasa Tazaki remembers correctly, it contains more than 3 words.

Seeing his bewildered expression, Shimamoto Kana smiled merrily, "Alright, alright, I was just kidding. Go on in."

Amidst the envious glances of the men around them, Tsukasa Tazaki bent down slightly and extended his hand to her: "It is an honor to have dinner with Ms. Shimamoto."

Kana Shimamoto smiled gently, then slapped his hand away and walked into the store without looking back.

The "tap-tap" sound of high heels striking the floor was light and pleasant.

Tazaki followed behind her, bending over and crawling down a narrow staircase like Alice entering a rabbit hole, until they arrived at an elegantly decorated private room.

Like a Victorian-era café, it exudes a calm and nostalgic atmosphere.

The faded pale yellow walls, brown plush carpet, tin clothes rack, vinyl record player, dining table with a yellowish-brown tabletop in front of the French windows... Looking out the window, you can see a small courtyard planted with Himalayan cedars and azaleas.

"The environment is not bad, is it?" Shimamoto Kana took off her high heels at the door and stepped barefoot onto the floor.

Tazaki Tsukasa honestly said, "It's simply the perfect place for a date."

"Shall we eat now? Or would you like a cup of coffee first?"

"Take your time, have some coffee first."

“Alright…” Shimamoto Kana turned around and smiled, “Just let me know if you get hungry.”

Tsukasa Tazaki took off his shoes and sat down on the sofa in front of the dining table. Kana Shimamoto pressed the bell on the table, and soon after, a waiter knocked on the door with a tray, but did not enter the room. He simply placed the tray on the partition by the door and turned to leave.

"This restaurant places great emphasis on the privacy of its guests."

As if explaining, Kana Shimamoto walked to the door and retrieved the coffee from the tray.

She poured Tsukasa Tazaki a cup of coffee, then fiddled with the record player in the cabinet for a while. Afterward, the two sat down on the sofa, listening to waltzes and gazing at the vibrant red azaleas in the courtyard, quietly sipping their coffee.

The aroma of steaming hot coffee permeated every corner of the room.

"Whoo~"

Kana Shimamoto held the cup with both hands and gently blew away the steam.

I glanced at Tsukasa Tazaki.

Despite the inexpensive combination of a polo shirt and sweatpants, his youthful good looks were undeniable. His well-defined, straight nose, sensual thin lips, and mature Adam's apple exuded a strong attraction to the opposite sex at all times.

After observing him for a moment in the dim light streaming through the floor-to-ceiling windows, Shimamoto Kana concluded in her heart: he truly is the perfect boy that most women would blush and fall in love with at first sight.

"Teacher..." Tsukasa Tazaki suddenly turned to her and asked, "Didn't you wear your glasses today?"

“Invisible.” Kana Shimamoto took a sip of coffee and winked at him. “Contact lenses.”

"Really?" Tsukasa Tazaki shook his head. "I don't believe it."

Kana Shimamoto widened her eyes as if to prove she wasn't lying: "Come and see for yourself if you don't believe me."

"Let me see for myself whether the teacher is lying!"

Tazaki, that scumbag, was exactly looking for this kind of opportunity where one party was willing to give and the other was willing to receive. He solemnly leaned in, their noses almost touching.

Those eyes, with their complex colors, shimmered with a deep and captivating luster.

Kana Shimamoto murmured, "Did you see that?"

A long, faint, sticky, warm breath escaped from her slightly parted red lips.

Could you come a little closer?

"If we get any closer, we'll bump into each other."

“I don’t mind,” Tsukasa Tazaki said, leaning forward a little more. My gaze shifted slightly downwards; her lips, glossy with lipstick, looked so luscious and tempting that they must taste amazing.

"I won't give you a chance."

Kana Shimamoto reached out and pressed her hand on his forehead, gently pushing him away: "Weren't you thinking of doing this at the ball at Minister Kuriyama's house last time?"

“The feeling wasn’t as strong as it was this time,” said Tsukasa Tazaki, nestled comfortably in the soft embrace of the sofa.

"Oh why?"

Tsukasa Tazaki turned to look at her: "Your sweater looks so good today, teacher."

The off-shoulder thin sweater isn't the main point; the main point is how incredibly flattering it is. The fabric clinging to the skin accentuates the curves exceptionally well, making it impossible to look away.

Kana Shimamoto stared at his face and smiled slightly.

Her smile was so charming; I wanted to just pack her up in one of the store's bags and take her home.

It took a lot of effort to tear my gaze away from the beautiful curves of her breasts. Tazaki Tsukasa said with a contented tone, "I never thought this kind of dress would look so good on me."

As if reading his mind, Shimamoto Kana said softly, "You look great in this outfit."

“That’s what I mean…” Tsukasa Tazaki moved closer to her. “Eye-catching, very eye-catching.”

Under Shimamoto Kana's gaze through her glasses, Tazaki Tsukasa felt himself blush.

"I'm not familiar with women's clothing coordination, but anyway, how should I put it... the effect is very good."

Kana Shimamoto rubbed the tip of her nose with her fingers, then asked seriously, "Do you find yourself looking there involuntarily?"

"Well, I have to admit that," Tsukasa Tazaki carefully chose her words, "but could you please not dress like that again, teacher?"

Kana Shimamoto bent down closer to him: "Why?"

The smell of hair was overwhelming.

"I don't want anyone to see," Tsukasa Tazaki said softly.

Kana Shimamoto stared intently at him, smiling faintly: "Tazaki-kun, you want to turn your teacher into your personal property, don't you?"

Tsukasa Tazaki nodded and said seriously, "From the first moment I saw you, I wanted to make you my personal possession."

"Greedy, just like a navigator newly arrived on a new continent, brilliant!"

Kana Shimamoto smiled and tapped his chest twice with her index finger, then leaned back on the sofa, picked up her cup with both hands, and sipped her coffee as if it were a precious treat.

The record player's platter rotates at a constant speed of thirty-three revolutions per minute. The pickup arm moves inside, and the stylus advances along the grooves of the record, allowing the elegant and romantic "Voices of Spring Waltz" to flow melodiously into the ears.

Tsukasa Tazaki relaxed his body, immersing himself in the tranquil and peaceful atmosphere without moving.

"It feels so strange..."

Kana Shimamoto suddenly stood up and, under Tsukasa Tazaki's gaze, stood by the window with her coffee cup in hand, where the branches of the Himalayan cedar swayed gently in the twilight.

The room was darker than outside, with the lights off yet. The garden lights shone through the gaps in the trees, casting a clear silhouette on her, as if she were coated with a skeletal, fluorescent white film.

After watching for a while, she turned to Tsukasa Tazaki and asked, "Is it because the lights aren't on?"

Tsukasa Tazaki then turned on the light.

The warm, dim light from the crystal chandelier danced and shimmered on the smooth, bare skin of her shoulders, making her appear like a spirit of light, bringing a sense of warmth to the heart.

"The atmosphere is still a bit strange."

Kana Shimamoto tilted her head and pondered, "It seems it's not a problem with the lamp."

Tsukasa Tazaki answered honestly, "It's because we're having an affair."

“Adultery…” Shimamoto Kana repeated, walking towards him: “That’s a good way to put it, teacher likes it.”

Her long legs, encased in tight jeans, swayed gracefully in front of Tsukasa Tazaki with each step.

Kana Shimamoto sat back down on the sofa, crossed her legs, and asked, "How is it?"

"Her legs are very attractive."

"You like it?"

"I absolutely love it."

Kana Shimamoto placed the coffee cup on the table and ruffled his hair.

"Hey, you know what?" She smiled sweetly and continued, "I absolutely love hearing you praise me."

After a moment's thought, Tazaki Tsuyoshi thought, "There shouldn't be any woman who doesn't like to hear me praise her."

"You're so narcissistic!"

Kana Shimamoto rolled her eyes at him and stuck out her pink little tongue: "Nya nya nya~"

At this moment, her expression had a touch of girlish innocence, and this extremely cute contrast made Tsukasa Tazaki instantly have the urge to hug her.

Fortunately, after what happened with Yui Kikawa, his self-control has improved, and he managed to resist the urge to act this time.

"Ah~"

Kana Shimamoto yawned, put her hands behind her back, and walked back and forth barefoot on the carpet.

Her hips swayed gracefully, and the round, large neckline of her sweater accentuated her beautifully shaped neck. Her long, black hair, reaching her waist, cascaded down, swaying gently with each step.