I, the mastermind behind the scenes at Soubu High, refuse to be caught in a bloodbath.

Himekoji actually omitted a few words "my maid". Well, actually, it was Reiko who drove over. She has already gone back now because she knows that Himekoji usually plays the piano at the Royal Cesare Hotel until very late, so she just asks the hotel staff to take Himekoji back.

"...driving without a license."

"As long as you don't get caught, a crime isn't a crime; it's just a secret."

Himekoji raised her index finger and tapped it against Hiratsuka Shizuka's red lips.

“A secret…” Hiratsuka Shizuka leaned back and murmured, “A secret is one thing, but drunk driving seriously endangers public safety, so this clause is rejected.”

"Ok."

Ji Xiaolu shrugged. He never intended to drive under the influence; it was an act of madness. Ji Xiaolu didn't want to die before even becoming the protagonist; that would be too miserable.

"Well, it seems we'll have to stay here." Hiratsuka Shizuka sighed, straightened up again, and met Himekoji's clear black eyes. She blushed again, turned her head away, and said, "Won't your family say anything if you...?"

"That's how it was supposed to be done."

Himekoji continued to act like a big shot with Hiratsuka Shizuka. His parents hadn't arranged for him to go on a blind date with Hiratsuka Shizuka at all, and at his age, it was still too early for him to go on a blind date. If he wanted to get married, he was still a whole year away, provided that his parents agreed.

"So that's how it was supposed to be... I really didn't expect this, hahaha..."

Hiratsuka Shizuka chuckled for a while. Himekoji really didn't know what she was up to and was laughing, so he just attributed it to drunken silliness.

“Well then, let’s go.” Himekoji extended her hand to Hiratsuka Shizuka, who nodded deeply and put her hand in Himekoji’s arm. Then, she put on her small handbag and walked with Himekoji to the bar.

Then she paid the bill... she paid the bill... a bill that would leave an average high school student speechless.

Hey! What kind of weird turn of events is this, you jerk! It's making me sound like some kind of super-cheap gigolo! You don't need to pay, you can just charge me and walk away. At least being a spendthrift is better than being a gigolo! Where did you get this habit of treating me like a gigolo?! No wonder you always run into gigolos who use marriage as a pretext!

So, Himeko first sent an email to Reiko, saying that she was staying at the Cesare Hotel instead of going home. The reason she didn't send one to her mother was that her mother didn't know how to use a mobile phone at all.

Just in case, well, just in case his intentions were too obvious (although they were already pretty obvious), Himekoji chose a double suite. After choosing it, Hiratsuka Shizuka leaned on his shoulder and asked, "Is a double suite really okay?"

Seriously, how much do you want to get married?! Before, when I threatened to tie you down, you were all looking forward to my response, and now you want to sleep in the same room as me and you're asking me if a double room is really okay? Seriously? You truly are the number one female teacher who wants to get married.

"N-nothing..."

What else can Himekoji say?

"Well... if there's nothing else, let's go."

Author's Note:

PS: Second update

PS2: I need a knife!

Chapter 091 Double Room, [Hiratsuka Shizuka] still wants to marry herself off.

Hiratsuka Shizuka swiped her room card, turned on the lights, and the room suddenly became bright and spacious. Hiratsuka Shizuka almost fell onto the sofa with Himekoji. She staggered to the sofa and rudely kicked off her high heels, putting her bare feet on the carpet. Then she threw her small handbag to the side of the bed, seemingly intending to throw it onto the bed, but her aim was a bit off.

I'm so sorry to have you see me like this...

Hiratsuka Shizuka lay on the sofa with her arms outstretched, then pulled her legs back and slowly massaged herself with a frown.

"Shall I rub it for you?"

"Huh?" Hiratsuka Shizuka blinked, craned her neck, and turned her head away, saying, "Well, anyway, this is what you asked for!"

Well, Himeko-ji doesn't mind doing this anyway. He used to massage the feet of Yoko-neechan and his mother after attending banquets. His mother's feet were very small for her height, so massaging them felt like massaging a primary school student's feet. Yoko-neechan's feet were more normal, while Hiratsuka Shizuka's feet were longer than both of theirs.

After all, his height is a factor.

She stole a glance at Himekoji, who was kneeling down on one knee to massage her feet, and was even humming a little shyly with her fingers to her lips. Himekoji worked hard without complaint, and after finishing with the left foot, she switched to the right foot. But then, unexpectedly, Hiratsuka Shizuka stepped on her head.

"How come you're so skilled?! How many women have you massaged like this?!"

"...What the heck is this overwhelming urge to complain?" Ji Xiaolu sighed. "I just often massage my mother and aunt."

This is the absolute truth, without a single grain of sand. Ji Xiaolu has only massaged the feet of two women in his life, although one of them slept with him more than once.

"Oh..." Hiratsuka Shizuka withdrew her foot, her legs pressed together, and said shyly, "I'm so sorry about that just now."

"It's okay, I didn't mind. Go take a shower."

"Um..."

Hiratsuka Shizuka gently touched her chest, feeling the rapid, frantic beating of her breasts. She kept repeating to herself: "Relax, Hiratsuka Shizuka, he's your student, your student. He's staying here only because they've both been drinking and can't drive... He can't drive anyway, look, he chose a double suite, clearly he just wants to rest, so what are you still so excited about?! Calm down, my girlish heart!"

Himekoji watched Hiratsuka Shizuka's swaying figure as she walked away and couldn't help but chuckle. Hmm, teasing Shizuka is really fun. It's just that Hachiman is too weak in terms of physical fitness. If he could also perfectly suppress Shizuka, then Hiratsuka Shizuka wouldn't be scary to him at all. She would just be a cute little (old) woman with a slight tendency towards violence.

Hiratsuka Shizuka took a long time to take a shower. Himekoji checked the items in the suite briefly. Because Hiratsuka Shizuka used a shower cap, her hair wasn't wet, and she skipped the step of blow-drying or drying her hair. When Hiratsuka Shizuka came out of the bathroom, she was wearing a loose and well-fitting yukata. Himekoji didn't know how she managed to walk from the bathroom to the bed, but she looked quite embarrassed.

And it's pleasing to the eye too.

Ah, as expected, Ms. Hiratsuka is a great beauty! I've liked you for a long time!

"Stop...stop looking, go take a shower too."

Hiratsuka sat quietly on the edge of the bed, her legs together, and said.

"I was mesmerized by how beautiful you are, Ms. Hiratsuka!"

"You bastard, go take a shower!"

Hiratsuka Shizuka grabbed the handbag from beside the bed and threw it at Himekoji. Himekoji quickly caught it and handed it to her with both hands. In the end, Himekoji received a light tap on the head from Hiratsuka Shizuka.

"Alright, go ahead."

She sighed softly and picked up her handbag.

When Himekoji came out of the shower, Hiratsuka Shizuka was still sitting there. She hadn't even checked her phone; her nerves were constantly on edge. Whenever Himekoji tried to make eye contact with her, she would quickly look away, only observing Himekoji's position through the shadows on the ground. Closer, closer...

Hiratsuka Shizuka mustered her courage and raised her head. Her dark eyes, which seemed to shimmer with some kind of light, coupled with her flushed cheeks, made her look stunning even without makeup after a shower. Himekoji slowly leaned in, gently held her shoulders, and whispered in her ear, "Hiratsuka Shizuka-sensei..."

Thump, thump—

"Buzz—, buzz—"

Hiratsuka Shizuka's phone suddenly vibrated. Himekoji temporarily left her side. She suddenly gasped for breath a few times, looking relieved, and quickly pulled out her phone, saying, "Sorry..." as she did so. After taking out her phone, Hiratsuka Shizuka immediately answered the call.

"Xiaojing, I'm so sorry about today. I never expected it to turn out like that..."

"N-nothing, it's actually quite nice..."

"Xiaojing, please don't blame us. We didn't choose him on purpose; he's really great..."

"I know he's really a good person. I don't blame you, don't worry."

"We really didn't expect that you were too old and just ran away without showing up for the appointment."

"Too old to keep the appointment...didn't keep the appointment??!!"

"Yeah, they just called to say I didn't show up for the appointment...sigh."

"So, what's the name of the guy we've assigned this time?!"

"Takashi Takatsukasa... that must be it."

Then, Hiratsuka Shizuka slammed down the phone with a "bang!" Trembling, she gritted her teeth and uttered, each word distinct: "Hime, Ko, Ji, Haru, Toru!!!"

"Ahem, Ms. Hiratsuka, it's so pitiful that you got stood up, so I'll just fill in temporarily."

Himekoji couldn't stop Hiratsuka Shizuka from answering the phone, and after she did, he felt something was wrong. Now Himekoji knew that he had absolutely no chance tonight.

"It's my problem if I get stood up, what does it have to do with you, you brat?!"

Hiratsuka Shizuka threw down her phone, turned around, and grabbed Himekoji's shoulders with both hands like two iron clamps, shaking his body incessantly, as if she was planning to headbutt him.

"Well... don't call me a brat, because..." Himekoji said slowly after Hiratsuka Shizuka finally stopped shaking him, "because no matter what, I don't want to see Hiratsuka-sensei cry again..."

"Himekoji, you bastard..."

"It broke my heart the last time I saw you cry... If only I had been born ten years earlier and met you..."

Hiratsuka Shizuka gasped in surprise, and her already slightly flushed cheeks turned crimson again at a visible speed. She stared at Himekoji, and Himekoji stared back at her. The two slowly drew closer, and Hiratsuka Shizuka gradually closed her eyes.

Author's Note:

PS: Third update

Chapter 092 A Small Gift, [Himekoji Haruto] stood there stunned.

"No, no, no, no!!" Hiratsuka Shizuka pushed him away, clutching her clothes tightly and shrinking into a ball as she stammered, "This is absolutely not going to work!"

"Teacher Mingming, you're looking forward to it too."

Ji Xiaolu clicked her tongue in disappointment.

"None of these are acceptable! Nothing more to discuss! Go to sleep!"

Although Hiratsuka Shizuka was drunk, she still retained a sliver of rationality. In fact, if she hadn't been drunk, she wouldn't have gone to a hotel with Himekoji. The excuse of avoiding drunk driving was just that—an excuse.

Even if he were to force himself on her, Hiratsuka Shizuka would probably agree half-heartedly, given how much she had drunk, Himekoji was never one to take advantage of others. Since she said no, then no. So he turned off the light, went to his bedside, pulled back the covers, and lay down.

"Himekoji".

After a long while, Hiratsuka Shizuka spoke.

"what?"

"You're such a troublemaker... Can I ask you why you were there today?"

"You probably wouldn't believe me if I said I came here specifically for you, teacher. Well, actually I come here to play the piano occasionally, and I just happened to see you come in. I noticed that you were stood up, so I went over."

"Why didn't you make it clear from the beginning?"

"Didn't I say before... I actually like you a lot. It doesn't matter if some misunderstandings aren't cleared up, as long as this misunderstanding doesn't lead to any bad outcome."

"Is that so... Even so, it won't work. The adult world is complicated. A simple 'I like you' can't solve everything. I'm sorry, Himekoji, tonight I am still your teacher."

"Yes, Ms. Hiratsuka... I miss those two or three short hours when I called you Ms. Hiratsuka."

"You rascal, don't get too cocky."

Hiratsuka Shizuka threw a pillow from the other bed, which hit Himekoji squarely in the face.

"You're about to go to sleep, so don't deliberately cause trouble, Hiratsuka Shizuka-sensei. You're making me want to give you a good beating."

“Is that so…” Hiratsuka Shizuka sighed deeply on the other bed, “Phew—, Himekoji, thank you so much for today. Thanks to you, I don’t have to cry tonight because I was stood up, really.”

"Don't say such cunning things, okay? Never mind, I'm not in a position to judge you. Goodnight."

"Good night."