My love index is at its maximum.

What are the specific details?

“This is the second time this week.” Shimamoto Kana looked around the room and said helplessly, “The students in the Literature Club always lock the doors and windows before they leave, and when they come back the next day and open the door, it looks like this. There are no security cameras in this auditorium, so we have no idea what happened.”

As soon as he finished speaking, a faint rumble of thunder seemed to sound in the distance. Looking out the window, the sky was already pitch black.

Tazaki Tsukasa tried not to touch anything on the floor, walked around the room, and then turned back to ask, "Don't the members of the Literature Club have any leads?"

“Yes, there are absolutely no clues,” Shimamoto Kana replied.

When was your first time?

“Wednesday morning. There was a disagreement among the members of the literature club at the time, who thought it was their own people who were behind it, so they didn’t complain to me. This morning was the second time, and the matter came to my attention.”

Shimamoto Kana rubbed her forehead, looking quite troubled, and complained, "These students are really a headache."

Tsukasa Tazaki shrugged: "You dragged me here just to find the culprit behind the disturbance?"

“That’s the first thing.” Shimamoto Kana looked into his eyes, a beautiful smile spreading across her face. “The second thing is that I hope you can help me mediate the conflicts among the members of the Literature Club.”

"Farewell!"

"Don't go!" Shimamoto Kana grabbed Tazaki Tsukasa's arm and held him tightly in her arms. "Tazaki-san, you promised to help the teacher, how can you go back on your word..."

That aggrieved and complaining tone gave off the feeling of a lonely, resentful woman confined to her chambers.

Tsukasa Tazaki tried hard to pull his arm out, but apart from the increased sensation from the friction, he couldn't get free.

Kuriyama Sakura leaned against the door and looked over: "The second thing is to examine your handling of interpersonal relationships, and the result will be an important bonus point when choosing a client."

"Did you two conspire to gang up on me?" Tsukasa Tazaki glared at the small tablet, his tone impatient.

He has always kept his distance from things he is not interested in, especially matters involving interpersonal conflicts.

If handled well, the other person will think it was just a small misunderstanding, and that you only said a few words to help. If handled poorly, the other person will complain that you made things worse, and that they might have made up on their own without your help.

Kuriyama Sakura lowered her eyelids and did not answer.

The atmosphere froze instantly.

“It has nothing to do with her…” Shimamoto Kana released one hand and affectionately rubbed Tazaki Tsukasa’s forehead: “Even without her, I would still come to you about this.”

After saying that, she withdrew her hand, tapped her glasses frame with her fingertip, and smiled gently: "Will Tazaki-san help me?"

hateful!

I can't resist the gentleness of a married teacher...

Tazaki Tsukasa's mood calmed down somewhat.

He had no complaints about Kana Shimamoto, but the other one...

He looked at Kuriyama Sakura and said with a smile, "I'll remember this the second time."

Chapter 64 As everyone knows, stories always happen on stormy nights (1)

"That's settled then. Please help Tazaki-san clean up the scene. Tonight, we'll wait for them to come to us!"

"Kuriyama-kun, come here, let's go buy some things for the night."

Before leaving, Shimamoto Kana gently rubbed Tazaki Tsukasa's cheek and said, "Thank you for your hard work, Tazaki-kun. Once this is done, I'll make sure you're satisfied with the benefits I offer."

You'd better keep your word!

Tazaki Tsukasa gave her a disgruntled look, then bent down to pick up the scattered items one by one and put them on the table. There was a hole in the newspaper on the window, and a damp breeze occasionally blew into the room.

A water glass, a vase, a mechanical pencil, a desk calendar... Hmm? There were a few rough marks on the desk calendar. He looked at them closely with his phone's flashlight and they looked like they had been scratched by some kind of animal's claws.

Footsteps sounded outside the window, followed by the cooing of pigeons. Looking out through a hole in the glass window, I saw a rusty iron shed in the square, where school staff were feeding the flock of gray pigeons.

Several crows perched on the wet sheet metal, their eyes fixed on the pigeons with ill intent.

When he looked away, Tsukasa Tazaki noticed a few scattered cat food pellets by the window.

Someone is probably standing here feeding the stray cats outside the window.

He returned to his desk, neatly stacked the scattered pamphlets, documents, thin books, and magazines, and then found a broom to clean the floor.

As he was getting ready to leave, Tsukasa Tazaki glanced at the bookshelf, intending to find a book to read that evening. A hardcover book with a leather cover and delicate floral decorations caught his eye.

The book is titled "A Century of History of Kitagawa Academy". It is not only thick but also very large. The dark blue cover gives the book a very heavy feel.

Tazaki Tsukasa casually flipped through a page and saw nothing but densely packed, tiny text.

【Showa 47 (1972)】

[Japan and the World This Year.]

On May 15th, Okinawa Prefecture was established.

On September 29, a joint statement was signed between Japan and China, formally establishing diplomatic relations between the two countries.

Prices of goods and land have risen sharply this year.

[Kitagawa Academy this year.]

[On January 23rd and 24th, a ski training camp will be held for first-grade students.]

[May 1st: The second-grade camping trip was cancelled due to unforeseen circumstances.]

[August 11th: For the first time in its history, the Kendo Club won the Jade Dragon Flag in the Men's Individual Championship for Kitagawa Academy.]

[September 20th - September 26th: The 60th Cultural Festival was successfully held.]

[October 25th - October 30th: Kyoto school trip week for first and second graders.]

Tazaki glanced at it a few times and then put it back on the bookshelf. This kind of dry text was not within his reading interests, nor was the school's rich history.

Footsteps sounded behind me. I turned around and saw Kana Shimamoto standing in front of the door carrying two large bags.

She shook the bag in her hand: "Come rest in the next room, everything is ready."

Tazaki Tsukasa casually picked up a copy of "Dream Detective" and followed her into another room.

Looking around, the room was small and simply furnished. There was a desk and chair near the entrance, with an emergency light, flashlight, and power bank on the desk. A soft rug covered the floor, and a folding coffee table sat in the center.

It was completely dark outside, and the only light source in the room was a softly lit chandelier.

Kana Shimamoto took off her high heels at the door, her stockinged feet stepping onto the blanket. Tsukasa Tazaki also took off his shoes and came inside, sitting down at the coffee table.

"Tazaki-san, look, is there anything you'd like to eat?"

She bent down and dumped the beef jerky, sandwich cookies, cream bread, and various Yoshinoya rice bowls from the bag onto the top.

Tazaki Tsukasa didn't even glance at the food; her gaze was fixed on the beautiful curves of her hips and legs encased in flesh-colored stockings.

"Don't just look at me..." Shimamoto Kana turned around and poked him, laughing as she took off her suit jacket. What was revealed was an elegant white shirt with trim, showcasing her beautifully shaped chest.

Her hair was neatly combed into a ponytail, and her oval face, adorned with light-colored lipstick, was remarkably dignified and beautiful.

Tazaki Tsukasa swallowed hard and looked away with difficulty.

"Tazaki-san, aren't you going to ask where Kuriyama-san went?"

"Who cares about her?" Tsukasa Tazaki scoffed, unconcerned.

"Boom!"

Just then, a loud clap of thunder sounded outside the window, causing the window to tremble slightly and make a clattering sound. The raindrops gradually grew larger, pounding against the windowpane with a noisy clatter.

Kana Shimamoto's body suddenly trembled, as if she had encountered a terrifying mudslide. She reflexively looked up at Tsukasa Tazaki, then suddenly twisted her slender waist, stuck out her buttocks, and with an alluring blush on her face, she crawled around the coffee table between the two of them, using both hands and feet, towards him.

Hey!

A stormy night, a quiet room, dim lighting, a sexy female teacher swaying her hips as she crawls toward him...

What are you trying to do? Please don't test my willpower.

Hold on!

Tsukasa Tazaki, you can do it! Don't panic!

Kana Shimamoto crawled up to Tsukasa Tazaki, propping herself up between his thighs with one hand and taking off her glasses with the other, placing them on the carpet beside her. Then, she gently touched Tsukasa Tazaki's cheek with that hand, her fingertips soft and smooth.

“Teacher…this is…” A few drops of sweat appeared on Tsukasa Tazaki’s forehead.

"Don't speak..." Shimamoto Kana narrowed her eyes, and then, as if she had discovered something, she leaned close to Tazaki Tsukasa's chest, took a deep breath with a "hiss," and her small, delicate nostrils bulged slightly.

"I'm terrified of thunder..."

Her voice trembled slightly, and she seemed a little embarrassed.

Tsukasa Tazaki took a deep breath: "It's okay... I'm not afraid."

“Then…” Shimamoto Kana bit her lower lip, her tone gentle, “Let me borrow your body for a bit.”

After saying that, she nestled her cheek against his and remained motionless.

Tazaki Tsukasa felt pleasant as he smelled the fragrance of her hair.

Her usual gentle and refined demeanor had vanished, replaced by a pitiful and alluring charm.

In Tsukasa Tazaki's mind, the beauty of Kana Shimamoto and the beauty of Hanami Hoshino are completely different, and can be described as two extremes.

The beauty of Hoshino Hanami is natural and unadorned, capable of directly touching the softest part of one's heart. It's like stopping to rest after walking through a vast, snow-covered coniferous forest, and unexpectedly seeing an elegantly manicured lynx lazily yawning—a pure beauty that only nature possesses.

Kana Shimamoto's beauty is honed by time and experience, like a meticulously crafted piece of jade, revealing an alluring charm of consummate skill.

These two kinds of beauty are not of equal value.

The former can directly shake your soul; the latter understands you better!

Tsukasa Tazaki was very fortunate.

To witness the beauty and charm of a mature woman on such a stormy night is truly a great pleasure in life.

Chapter 65 As everyone knows, stories always happen on stormy nights (2)

The raindrops pounded against the windowpane, and the air felt sticky.

Tazaki glanced at the window, which had been tightly sealed with waterproof plastic sheeting to prevent the light from being seen from outside.

Kana Shimamoto huddled beside him, her toes curling slightly inside her stockings. She squinted, her expression as she listened to the thunder like that of a sailor listening to a deep-sea ghost sing.

After a while, she asked with a smile, "Am I acting strange?"