My love index is at its maximum.

"I didn't do anything wrong, I just wanted to help the teacher tie her hair."

"Huh? Tying your hair up?"

Kana Shimamoto stood frozen in her chair, only vaguely seeing him pick up a pencil from the table and then stand behind her.

She gathered up her long, jet-black hair, flipped it a few times deftly, inserted a yellow pencil into it, and styled it into a classic updo at the back of her head.

Her snow-white, elegant neck was exposed to the eye, and the air felt refreshed.

"Does it look good?" Tsukasa Tazaki picked up the small mirror from the table and held it in front of her.

Shimamoto Kana gritted her teeth, looking at her crookedly styled hair in the mirror. While secretly delighted, she tried to control her sweet emotions and said angrily, "I've never seen such an ugly hairstyle before!"

"Hmm...this isn't my first time." Tsukasa Tazaki inhaled the scent of her hair. "The teacher should encourage me."

Through the mirror, the two looked into each other's eyes.

Kana Shimamoto smiled gently: "You always... Hey, what are you doing!"

Tsukasa Tazaki reached out and took the pencil, let her hair down, and lowered his head to kiss her fair neck.

"..." Shimamoto Kana's cheeks flushed red as she felt the gentle touch on her neck. She couldn't help but mutter to herself, "How could I, a grown woman, have suffered so much at the hands of this bad student?"

A huge, round moon hung high on the sea, obscuring the starlight. A breeze climbing up the mountainside gently rustled the leaves of the beech trees, and a solitary, deserted lighthouse shone with a nostalgic light.

The sound of the cruise ship's horn as it returned to port appeared and then faded into the distance.

Tazaki Tsukasa released her mouth, wrapped his arms around her shoulders, and glanced at the pen, ink, and paper on the table: "You have a habit of practicing calligraphy?"

"Hmm~" Shimamoto Kana leaned against him and whispered in a voice barely above a whisper, "Practicing calligraphy is a great way to regulate your mood."

"Is it the kind of calm that comes from picking up a calligraphy brush?"

“No,” Shimamoto Kana said with a light laugh. “My mind had already calmed down when I was grinding the ink. When I picked up the brush, my state of mind had become peaceful and serene.”

Tazaki Tsukasa imagined her posture as she ground the ink and spread out the paper to write, and murmured, "Mrs. Shimamoto, who writes calligraphy, must be a dignified and beautiful perfect woman."

"Don't call me 'wife'!"

Kana Shimamoto grasped his hands, her voice trembling, and said, "If you keep talking nonsense like this, I'll kick you out!"

“Okay.” A glint of triumph flashed in Tazaki Tsukasa’s eyes. “Can I see the work?”

"It's just a hobby; my skill level is very average."

"I just wanted to see, since everyone says that handwriting can reflect a person's character."

Shimamoto Kana recalled his neat handwriting and shook her head, saying, "It's fake, it's fake. Otherwise, how can you explain that your handwriting is so neat, but your character is not upright at all!"

"To be honest..." Tsukasa Tazaki argued, "Besides being a bit of a jerk, what about me is wrong?"

"Being a scumbag is enough!"

Kana Shimamoto gritted her teeth and punched him, then pulled a piece of paper from the table with the four characters "慎始敬终" (be cautious from beginning to end) written on it.

"These characters are written with great vitality and beauty."

"I'm so glad you said that."

Tazaki Tsukasa stroked her smooth shoulder: "But I still hope you write 'Be cautious at the beginning and chaotic at the end'."

"What does that mean?"

"Begin with caution, end in confusion."

"Don't talk nonsense!"

Kana Shimamoto was so embarrassed she wanted to disappear.

Under this barrage of provocative words, the married teacher, whose emotional life was still a blank slate, felt that she was slowly becoming less pure.

I regret it so much.

I shouldn't have provoked that bad guy in the first place...

"Shimamoto-neechan..."

Tsukasa Tazaki leaned close to her ear and whispered, "Could you give me a massage?"

His hoarse voice melted into the summer night air.

"No..." Shimamoto Kana shifted uncomfortably, her dress slightly disheveled at the chest. Her hands rested awkwardly on her knees, displaying a shy, girlish charm.

"gorgeous!"

Tazaki Tsukasa said in a greasy tone, "Could you please give me a massage?"

"Could we do it another time? It's not convenient here."

Kana Shimamoto lowered her eyes, so nervous she was almost in tears.

The usually understanding, gentle, and intellectual older sister appeared pure and shy, making her lowered eyes seem even more docile and beautiful.

But her feeble resistance directly brought out the shamelessness of the man in Tsukasa Tazaki's heart. This was an experience she had never had with Okada, and it was so satisfying.

"Shimamoto-neechan..."

Tazaki Tsukasa called out and rubbed his face against her cheek.

"Don't—" Shimamoto Kana's face darted left and right, a deep blush spreading across her cheeks.

The two remained locked in this stalemate, time slowly adding to the atmosphere, filling the room with a sweet, romantic ambiance, the yellow light from the electric lamps drifting like pollen in the air.

"Tazaki-san!"

Kana Shimamoto suddenly turned around, grabbed Tsukasa Tazaki's shoulders with both hands and pushed him away, saying aggrievedly, "Can't you be serious for once? Don't try to take advantage of me every time you come here!"

“I like you so much, even spiritually…” Tazaki Tsukasa gazed into her deep pupils behind her glasses, “If I don’t take advantage of you, wouldn’t that be disrespectful to your body?”

"..." Shimamoto Kana was speechless, staring blankly up at his gentle and affectionate eyes, her mind a jumble of thoughts, and she was momentarily intoxicated.

Tazaki Tsukasa placed his hands on her shoulders: "Teacher, you seem to have become much younger to me?"

"Huh, is there?"

"Yes, did you use my skincare products?"

"I used it..."

"Stand up so I can see."

Tsukasa Tazaki took her hand and stood up, then circled around her a few times.

A simple nightgown revealed fair and tender skin from the shoulders up to the knees, as smooth as if coated with jelly. Moreover, her figure was very well-proportioned, with slender and graceful arms, neck, and waist, but her breasts were taut and full under the clothes, pleasing to the eye.

Her hips were also impeccably full, with a smooth, lustrous curve like that of a whale.

"how?"

"I can't help but ask," Shimamoto Kana asked nervously.

She did secretly use that skincare product for a few days, but never dared to mention it, for fear that she would be blackmailed if it worked.

Now that he knows, let's just pray it works!

"So beautiful." Tsukasa Tazaki put his arm around her waist and teased, "She looks like a young lady in her early twenties."

"Tazaki..."

Kana Shimamoto's heart skipped a beat, and she asked with eyes brimming with tears, "Do you really look younger?"

"After you've used them all up, you'll have to call her Shimamoto-chan."

"Eek~" Shimamoto Kana let out a coquettish cry, wrapped her arms around his back, buried her face in his chest and refused to get up, "Even if you lied to me, it's still worth it for this lifetime!"

At that moment, Shimamoto Kana, whose head was spinning from the sweet words, and all her rationality and life experience over the past twenty-eight years, evaporated quietly like a shower falling on asphalt, leaving no trace.

"Can you give me a massage?" Tsukasa Tazaki asked persistently.

Kana Shimamoto smiled sweetly, took off her glasses, squinted, and said, "Turn off the lights!"

Tsukasa Tazaki immediately ran to turn off the lights.

Turning around, Shimamoto Kana knelt under the bed, the pale moonlight streaming in through the gaps in the curtains, faintly illuminating the room.

In the dim light, one could see that her skin was so white it was almost cloying, her loose hair covered half of her face, her cheeks were flushed, and her sexy red lips were slightly parted.

The enchanting atmosphere in the air was so thick it was almost liquefied into water.

"Whoo~"

Tazaki Tsukasa lay down on her lap, slowly exhaling a warm breath from his lungs, lost in thought.

Even though it was shameful, his male vanity was satisfied to the fullest extent.

Kana Shimamoto bent down slightly, her delicate, bamboo shoot-like fingertips sliding down to gently press against his neck.

"Let's begin."

She spoke affectionately, and the warmth of her breath carried a sweet fragrance.

Their bodies were very close; he could feel her full figure on his cheek, and her skin felt warm.

Opening her eyes, she saw the ultra-thin lace lingerie peeking out from the neckline of her dress, possessing a unique charm that was both innocent and erotic.

"Shimamoto-neechan..."

"Ok?"

Kana Shimamoto gently massaged his chest, her voice as gentle as water flowing from her lips, "Is something bothering you?"

"Let me take care of you."

"Hmm~"

"Seriously."

"I didn't doubt whether it was true or false."

Kana Shimamoto pressed her body tightly against him, slapping his muscles forcefully: "But you still need to grow a little older, you're just a child now."

As sweat gradually broke out on my body, gentle murmurs wafted over, accompanied by the scent of sweat, like a floral fragrance wafting into my heart, a delightful and intoxicating experience.

Tsukasa Tazaki opened his eyes and looked up at the ceiling.

It was pitch black and I couldn't see anything.

Shimamoto Kana glanced at him with a smile, then gently pulled open her collar, revealing a patch of snow-white neck, and said provocatively, "Young Master Tazaki, please enjoy."