My girlfriend is a bad lady

"Not here yet?"

"No way, Senior is always the first one. Maybe she is maintaining the instrument."

The sound of indoor shoes stepping on the stairs is getting closer and closer.

"Senior!" Toru Watanabe urged urgently in her ear.

Asu Mai narrowed her eyes and bit her lower lip, her cheeks, which were outlined in a soft curve, were stained with a blush.

Seeing that she was enjoying herself and indifferent to the outside world, Toru Watanabe felt very nervous and panicked.

If he continued like this, he would definitely be caught cheating on his wife, and then the news would get out and he would be easily killed by Kujo Miki.

I can’t care too much!

He used his tongue to hook Asuka Mai's earlobe into his mouth and bit it gently twice. While her body was weak, he quickly took back his hands that had been molested.

Then, he immediately pressed the hand sanitizer several times and quickly moved to another sink, pretending to have just come out of the toilet to wash his hands.

After finishing all this, looking back from the corner of the eye, Kazuki Aoi and Yuzao Haomei's figures had already appeared in the corridor on the third floor.

"Ah, senior, good morning!" Ikki Aoi walked over quickly and quietly squeezed in between Asuka Mai and Watanabe Toru, as if she was defending that position to the death.

"...Yeah." Asu Mai nodded lightly.

Ikki Aoi looked at Asuka Mai's face which was slightly blushed, swallowed her saliva, and was stunned for a moment.

Tamamo Mimi walked over and noticed that the area around the sink was full of foam. She glared at Watanabe Toru who was playing with the foam with dissatisfaction.

Watanabe Toru pretended not to see it, rinsed the foam off his hands, shook his hands casually, turned around and walked into the music classroom.

Instead of joining them, he moved his chair and music stand to the corridor, and before Kiyono Rin came, he practiced his oboe facing the school courtyard.

"What are you doing?" Qingye Rin looked at his lonely back.

"Reflection."

"You actually reflect on yourself?" The surprise on the girl's face didn't seem intentional.

"I admit that I am a person who almost never makes mistakes, but sometimes I can't avoid making mistakes."

"What did I do wrong?"

"I shouldn't have come to school today just for Kiyono-san's tennis skirt."

"So are you going back?"

"No." Watanabe Toru closed the sheet music, "For Kiyono-san, I am willing to make any number of mistakes."

“…Really?” Kiyono Rin tucked her black hair behind her ears.

"So let's get started!" Watanabe Toru stood up and looked at her eagerly, "Do you need me to help you change your clothes?"

"No, thanks."

Kiyono Rin returned to the Human Observation Department's activity room and changed into her tennis outfit.

"It seems a little shorter than last time." Qingye Rin pulled the hem of her skirt with a little discomfort.

Toru Watanabe looked at her soft thighs that were vaguely visible under her light blue skirt.

"R-san, you are awesome!"

"T-san, you are really disgusting."

Chapter 139 Sports Festival (4)

"Pound!" "Pound!" "Pound!"

From the tennis court surrounded by tall barbed wire, there came a very rhythmic sound, like that of drums.

Watanabe Toru sat cross-legged on the ground, playing with the tennis racket with some paint peeling in his hand like Uchiha Madara playing with a round fan.

Following his line of sight, he could see Kiyono Rin hitting the ball against the wall. She skillfully chased the bouncing ball and hit it back.

The green tennis balls gather in different places each time, but they are all the places where Qingno Rin wants to hit them.

Her tennis skills are excellent - it doesn't matter what the matter is, Watanabe Toru's eyes never leave the short skirt.

Before his strength was exhausted, Kiyono Rin's body was nimble and vigorous, like the fingers of a virtuoso when playing a musical instrument, like a dancing elf in the forest, or like a waltz dancer on the dance floor.

The sneakers rubbed against the ground, making a "squeak! squeak" sound.

The skirt that covered her thighs was either lifted up by the wind or swayed up and down and left and right because of her own movements.

The safety pants are white, much like denim shorts, but the fabric looks floppy.

No, it's not just the look, it's definitely very soft, after all, Toru Watanabe helped Kujo Miki take it off.

Although he had no intention of caring about the feel of the clothes at that time, thanks to his extremely good memory, that feeling still remained in his mind.

"Huh, huh." Qingye Rin panted, stopped, and her safety pants hid under her skirt.

She stood there, looking up weakly, and took a short rest.

The sunlight poured in through the gaps between the wire fence and the shade of the trees. Although it was cut into thin strands, the light still followed her beautiful figure.

The sunlight kissed her face gently, reflecting off her fair skin, and Toru Watanabe couldn't help but squint.

Kiyono Rin came over with a racket and tennis ball: "I'm really not suitable for long-term sports."

"It doesn't matter, as long as one of us has good physical strength for this kind of thing, I will do the hard work."

"..." Qing Ye Lin lifted her bangs and sighed. The black hair in her hand was dazzling. "Go to the playground and run a thousand meters later."

"Yes."

While she was feeling the breeze on her forehead, Toru Watanabe raised his head and looked under her light blue tennis skirt...

"R-san? R-san? What are you doing?"

Kiyono Rin placed her warm palm on Watanabe Toru's face, which was about to be raised.

Watanabe Toru looked up and could only see darkness and particles of light that could only be seen when he closed his eyes.

"What do you want to do, Watanabe-san?"

"It's not that I haven't seen it, don't be so stingy."

Qingye Rin ignored him. Because she was blocking his view with her hand, her bangs fell down again. She changed to the hand holding the tennis racket and used the back of her hand to lift her bangs up again.

There was silence for a while.

"Qingye-san, can I see your face?"

"No."

"why?"

"You know the reason."

"What's the reason? I don't know." Watanabe Toru asked in confusion.

The hand pressing on his face could be shaken off by simply twisting his neck, but Toru Watanabe did not do that.

"Kiyono-san!" In the distance, Tamamo Yoshimi and others ran over.

Qingye Rin let go of her hand.

This is allowed, right?

Watanabe Toru took the opportunity...

"Hmm!" This time, the tennis racket pressed against his handsome face.

But it doesn’t matter, it’s not over yet!

Even if the muscles on your face are divided into small grids by a tennis racket, even if your nose is crooked, your eyes will continue to fight!

'Come on, my eyes, hit them to the other side!'

Tamamo Haomei quickly squeezed in between the two of them and pointed her butt under her pleated skirt at Watanabe Toru.

Looking at the dust on Tamamo Yoshimi's skirt, Watanabe Toru sighed, patted his butt and stood up, making sure there was no dust on his butt.

Oh, vast sky, how unkind of you to me?

Qingye Rin noticed his actions, and then seeing his regretful look, the corners of her mouth slightly raised.

Seeing Kiyono Rin smile, Tamamo Haomei couldn't control herself at all and couldn't help but hug her.

"Please stay away from me, Tamamo-san. Our relationship is not close enough for physical contact."

"Ah, sorry, Kiyono-san is so cute! Hehehe!"

Tamamo's beautiful perverted smile made Kiyono Rin's body tremble slightly subconsciously, causing strong psychological discomfort, which was worse than being seen in the safety pants by Watanabe Toru.

She brushed aside the hair that fell on her shoulders and said, "Tamamo-san, are you guys here at the tennis court for something?"

"Oh yeah, it's like this, we have no experience in playing the game, so we came to ask Kiyono-san for help."

"Sorry, I'm practicing right now too."

"Oh, I see." Tamamo is so beautiful, as well as the head of the wind band, all showed disappointed expressions.

"Go ahead, it's okay, it's a good time to take a break." Watanabe Toru persuaded, but he didn't expect that Kiyono Rin even knew about the movement.

Marching means playing while walking. Of course, it is not just ordinary walking, but also using various mysterious dance steps.

By the way, when marching, girls usually wear short skirts, but they also have safety pants.

Qing Ye Lin thought about it, nodded and said: "Okay, I'll go take a look."

"I'm with you."

"What are you going to do?" Tamamo Haomei pouted in dissatisfaction, her lips sparkling after touching the lipstick, "You are not participating in the sports festival performance!"

"I'm going to run a thousand meters. Do I need your permission?"

"Hmph!" Tamamo Haomei turned her head away.

When she saw Toru Watanabe, she remembered the last time he touched her butt on the train on the way home from Meiji Jingu Gaien.

"Kiyono-san, let's go!" She put her arm around Kiyono Rin and pulled her towards the gate of the tennis court.

"Tamamo-san, wait a moment." Kiyono Rin pulled her arm free, turned around and handed the tennis racket and tennis ball in her hand to Watanabe Toru.

"Forget about the one thousand meters. You can return it and then borrow a pair of badminton."

"Yes, Minister."

The two people from the Human Observation Department stayed on the playground all day, conducting various training.

The weather was not hot, and it was a holiday, so there were not many people around. After the wind band finished their rehearsal, they simply practiced the national competition pieces on the stands.

Because it was Saturday, at seven o'clock, Qingye Rin directly announced the disbandment.

Toru Watanabe went home, took a shower, then went out immediately and walked slowly towards Yotsuya Station.

The station platform was bustling with people, and from time to time a tram whizzed past, bringing with it gusts of cold wind.

Twenty minutes later, Toru Watanabe got off the Sobu Line, walked through the station alone to the ground exit, and the bustling street scene of Chiyoda came into view.

It is almost mid-October, and it is almost maple leaf season. Under the lights, the trees on the roadside are dyed with warm colors of red or yellow.

The fashionable girls on the street wear light skirts even at night.

A group of men with hair dyed brown or yellow approached and chatted with us with a smile.

Watanabe Toru withdrew his gaze and got into a taxi on the side of the road.

"Kanda Jimbocho, 1-chome."

"Are you going shopping?"

"No, my girlfriend lives there."

Through the rearview mirror, the taxi driver glanced at Watanabe Toru's expensive daily clothes and the watch on his wrist, then silently turned on the turn signal, stepped on the accelerator, and merged the car into the traffic flow.

I got off the bus at an intersection in Jimbocho.

Toru Watanabe called Kujo Miki while walking towards her villa.

"I'm in Kanda now."

"Ah."