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Noon, on the rooftop.

Akane Nanao was sitting astride him with her clothes half undressed. Her daily massage and relaxation program had been replaced by riding training. She was addicted to the taste of it and would naturally not let go of this hard-earned opportunity to ask for it.

The light blue short skirt was covered with thin stockings, which felt as soft and light as clouds. The hem of the skirt swayed gently with the movements, sometimes close to the body, sometimes fluttering and dancing, undulating like waves. The slender and well-proportioned thighs were slightly bent at this moment, and the white skin was flushed under the reflection of the sun, showing the owner's beautiful posture and perfect lines.

"Are Amamiya-kun and that... Yukinoshita-san close?"

"She is the president of my club. She joined because of Mr. Hiratsuka's request."

Amemiya answered in a calm breath, but the force on his waist did not weaken. The violent impact made it impossible for the girl to continue asking questions coherently.

"So... is that so?"

"Did Akane misunderstand something about my relationship with her, huh?"

The boy comforted the jealous girl with the most heart-touching action, and the loud exclamation indicated that the riding training was about to reach the end.

"Slow down..slow down."

To be slow means to be fast, to be fast means to complain it is slow, not to want means to want it, to want means to really want it.

In order to prevent the long, rotating singing from alarming the people nearby, Amemiya kissed her pink lips. The fresh breath entered from the girl's mouth and spread throughout her body in the blink of an eye. With the strong stimulation, it was as if she had entered another world.

The moist soil exudes a faint fragrance, as if being embraced by the warm embrace of Mother Earth. The cool dewdrops dripping from the leaves are like stars lost in the night sky.

There was a strange smell in the air, as if it was a mixture of scents, entwined between her breaths and seeping into her body. She had lost herself in a happy paradise.

This one-on-one battle ended with Nanao Akane's defeat. She thought she could punish Amemiya by making a comeback, but in the end she tasted the bitter fruit of failure. She dragged her exhausted body and used all her strength to make him give up his life and lay down his weapon.

How can a defeated general talk about bravery?

Today, Amemiya won a great victory.

Chapter 18: Being a Teacher

After settling the limp and powerless Nanao Akane, Amemiya replied to the Line messages from Katsura Manami again, as if these women were unwilling to leave him any breathing space, and in the end the only one left to depend on was his best friend, sensitive skin!

"Amamiya-kun, come to my house for dinner when you have time. Kotonoha, Katsurako and I have missed you for a long time."

Hey, hey, hey, Madam, your wolfish ambitions are already a little obvious, right? Gui Yanye can see him at school every day, Xiao Gui thought he might be a possibility. Last time when they were having dinner, he kept calling him brother-in-law, which made Gui Yanye blushing as she picked up food for him all night. She remembered the excitement and romance between him and Gui Manami in the kitchen, and her lower abdomen couldn't help but feel hot.

"Mrs. Gui, it's been a long time since we last met. I hope you and Xiao Gui are doing well. If I have time, I will bother you again. I really like the food you cooked. I will remember it for a long time."

Bullshit, do you think you like the food cooked by others? You are just clinging to her body, you are cheap.

A wolf travels a thousand miles to eat meat, a dog travels a thousand miles to eat shit. Meeting the most capable girl at the most capable age, I have to say this is the best arrangement of God.

Amemiya is the wolf whose heart is moved by beauty. I vaguely remember a saying: Never choose comfort at the age when you can endure the most hardships. Perhaps Katsura Manami is the "hardship" he has to face. Young people should not escape from suffering, but face it bravely.

"Does Amamiya-kun have any favorite dishes? I can prepare them in advance next time you come."

"I wonder if Amamiya-kun likes this kind of dish?"

The fat legs in black stockings, with a circle of white flesh exposed, are connected to the slender waist. They are as soft as willow branches and form a perfect curve with the plump buttocks. The chest that cannot be ignored is plump and upturned. The rosy and plump lips are gently biting the collar, revealing infinite beauty. The hospitable Mrs. Gui sent a photo of a delicious dish that can only be seen but not eaten, and asked the boy what kind of taste he likes.

I'm hungry. Oh no, I'm hard. My fist is hard.

Katsura Manami, you are such a great cook.

'...like.'

"If you like Amamiya-kun, eat more. I will definitely let you eat~full~ next time~"

Wanting to leave a greater impression in the boy's heart, Mrs. Gui was happily showing off her cooking skills. Dishes that looked like works of art kept appearing before his eyes. The heat in the pictures was controlled just right, and the dishes were delicious and mouth-watering.

The afternoon classes passed by very quickly, not because the teacher's lectures were so good, but because Mrs. Gui and I were so absorbed in the discussion of dish making. With his improved cooking skills, Amemiya naturally knew how to optimize each dish, and he was not stingy in giving valuable suggestions.

The two of them appreciated and tasted the work of art that was gradually reaching its peak in sync, and from time to time they taught Katsura Manami on the other side of the phone by words and deeds how to make the dishes more moist and lustrous.

"This dish is ready, please taste it, Mr. Amamiya."

The slender and dexterous little hands skillfully moved among the various ingredients, as if interpreting the birth of delicious food. The majestic watermelon was gently peeled off the skin between the fingertips, revealing the plump and juicy flesh. As the hands began to change various movements, they were manipulated into various shapes and flew in the air, revealing freshness and vitality.

Short cooking videos were transmitted to them via Line, eager for his guidance and advice. He was generous and magnanimous, and only gave appropriate comments after tasting and appreciating the dishes carefully.

'[Like.emoji]]'

"I made a seafood soup today. You must try it next time you come here, Amamiya-kun."

Cooking seafood is a delicate art.

The fresh seafood is carefully selected, with kelp hanging from its body. The breath of the ocean is intoxicating, revealing the gift of nature and the vitality of life.

In the cooking process, every step is full of ritual.

First, rub the surface of the seafood gently to clean it and remove impurities. Then, it is particularly important to control the heat.

Stir-fry gently, or press and steam slowly, allowing the seafood to gradually release their deliciousness at the right strength and temperature.

When seafood is cooked to perfection, it is tender, juicy, plump, delicate, smooth and delicious, making people unable to help but salivate.

Finally, decorate the cooked seafood on a plate and top it with the crimson sauce to create a delicious seafood dish.

...

The preferential treatment for good students is that even if you are absent-minded in class, smart teachers will turn a blind eye to it, because you are a valuable and talented student who can bring more hidden benefits to the teacher.

Amemiya was not distracted or disrespectful to the teacher. He was just giving a lively cooking lesson to an enthusiastic and studious older transfer student. The only thing that should not be wasted is the love of learning and the thirst for knowledge.

...

Youth is a book that cannot be closed once opened, life is a road that cannot be turned back once embarked upon, youth is an unsolvable proposition, and life is even more so.

The pretty girl smiled and waved at him outside the classroom, and he knew that today's love guidance was about to begin again.

In the abandoned music classroom, Sekai Saionji was sitting on Amemiya's lap with her arms around his neck. Her full and vital breasts were warming the boy's cheeks, and her snow-white, slender thighs were rubbing against him restlessly.

"Amamiya-kun, when I tried to get close to Ito Makoto yesterday, I found that I couldn't get used to it.

I embarrassedly avoided several intimate contacts, which seemed to make him a little unhappy.

Can you take the initiative to guide today's practice, Amamiya-kun? I want to overcome my shyness and resistance to make better progress. "

The girl shyly expressed her "failure" yesterday, and hoped that Mr. Amemiya could help her overcome her "fear" through active guidance. At the same time, she raised her round buttocks and actively encouraged him, making it hard not to doubt whether she was really afraid of contact with Makoto Ito.

But Amemiya, who had already been aroused by Katsura Manami, found it difficult to bear it at this moment, especially because that round breast always inadvertently made contact with him, feeling its gracefulness and vitality.

"...I get it, world."

"Thank you, Amamiya-kun!"

The girl closed her eyes, and Amemiya looked at her pink lips and slowly kissed them. Her body was instantly bound in a strong embrace, and her unfinished words were drowned in the fresh kiss. The slightly cold tongue slid into her mouth, grabbing her breath, and carefully explored every corner.

The throbbing at this moment makes each other forget everything around them, and quietly experience the lingering and infinitely beautiful experience.

Sekai Saionji opened her gentle eyes, a satisfied charm appearing on her face, which was lovable.

"You can... be more intense... a little bit, Amamiya-kun."

When she heard the command, a storm swept over her. Her mind went blank and she just closed her eyes obediently, as if everything was natural.

She forgot to think, and she didn't want to think. She just instinctively wanted to hug him, tighter, and tighter.

Chapter 19 Graduation Guidance

As their lips slowly separated, strands of crystal saliva formed between them, like an invisible bond that tightly connected their bodies and minds, as if they felt the fusion of each other's souls.

"Amamiya-kun, today's kiss always feels different from the previous ones. There is a fresh and pleasant smell that makes people feel more comfortable."

Saionji was talking in a daze, and the saliva was gently torn off and dripped into the valley, which was crystal clear, and also made Amemiya roughly understand the special effect of the [Fresh] ability.

"...The world is fine as long as you like it. Do you feel less nervous this time?"

"Although I'm still very nervous, I feel much more relaxed because of Amamiya-kun. As long as I practice a few more times, I believe I should be able to face Ito Makoto-san normally."

Saionji Sekai said things with a smile that she didn't even believe, she just longed to kiss him more and be close to him forever.

The affectionate eyes sent out a silent invitation, the two of them breathed hot air into each other, and their warm and hot lips pressed tightly against each other again, silently venting their intense emotions.

...

A pair of bright moons are on my chest, round like Forbidden City grapes and jasper.

In order to respond to the girl's call, Amemiya had to take off the covering clothes himself, and use his unique method to relieve her stress and tension. Her cute feet were sometimes stretched and sometimes relaxed with the rhythm of the massage. The girl's sobbing like a song added a touch of spring to the classroom.

"Thanks... Amamiya-kun... for your guidance today. I have gained... a lot."

Sekai Saionji thanked while eating some cooling food, while Amamiya sat upright on a chair and enjoyed the enthusiastic return from the after-school girl.

"...Glad I could help you, World."

"Actually... I have another... unreasonable request, which is to ask... Amamiya-kun to help me... step onto the path to adulthood...

As long as I take this step, I will probably be able to successfully confess my love to Ito Makoto. Woo~woo"

Amemiya was so shocked by the contrast that he fired his cannon directly, pouring ammunition towards the entrance of the endless abyss, but finally put down his weapon helplessly.

"...Ahem, world, are you serious?"

Saionji Sekai, who was swallowing a cooling drink, nodded seriously in response, her face flushed and her brows lowered in shyness.

"I know this request is a bit strange, but if I don't practice the last step well, I might not be able to give Ito Makoto a good experience next time. I don't want to leave any regrets like this."

Her words were so moving that Amemiya had no intention of refusing. In love, there is no debt, and everyone is willing to give. He would definitely help her.

...

After confirming that her mother, Saionji Yuko, would not be coming home tonight, Saionji Sekai made an appointment with the boy to go to her house after school to complete her coming-of-age ceremony. Before that, she had to go back to the classroom to pack her things.

The girl, with the sweetest smile he had ever seen, was happily returning to her seat and packing her things to go home. Ito Makoto nervously invited her to go home together after school. After confirming his feelings, he discovered that the girl and he took the same tram to school every day.

"Good afternoon, Saionji-san. Do you want to go home together after school today?"

Saionji Sekai's politeness gave him an illusion. His classmates were whispering about why she was so close to him, who was like a rat crossing the street. Everyone's malicious speculations tortured his heart. The smiles and frowns that kept coming back to his mind made him have fantasies that he shouldn't have.

"No, I already have an appointment, Mata."

As if not a moment was worth staying for him, the girl ran happily and hurriedly towards the handsome boy outside the door, pressing her breasts against him without any scruples, but the bright smile on her face never bloomed towards him.

Ito Makoto's heart was broken. He couldn't believe what he saw. The man named Amemiya Yu had ruined his life and was now trying to take away his hope. He was angry and scared, weak and incompetent. Unable to change, he followed the two men in a daze.

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Passing by a convenience store on the street, Amemiya went in to buy some safety measures. After all, they were still high school students, and if something unexpected happened, it would not be a good thing for both of them.

The young man has no utopia, but his pockets are full of Jissbon.

When Ito Makoto saw the package in the boy's hand, he seemed to hear the raindrops falling on the green grass, the helpless and furious crying, and them walking away.

...

In Saionji's home, the light in the kitchen was soft, and the breeze outside the window gently brushed the curtains, bringing a hint of fresh air.

Amemiya tied on an apron and took out fresh ingredients from the refrigerator, a piece of tender pork, a few green peppers, and half a bag of crystal clear rice.

Wash the rice and put it into the rice cooker to steam. Cut the pork into small even pieces and cut the green pepper into thin strips. Heat the pan with cold oil and pour them in together and stir-fry until they change color evenly and give off an enticing aroma.

Soon, the fried green peppers, meat and rice were placed on the table, accompanied by some simple cooked food bought from the convenience store, and a simple dinner was ready.

Perhaps because she had never felt such a warm moment, Sekai Saionji looked at the boy with moist eyes. He thought for a moment, then gently kissed her white forehead and wiped away her tears.

"The world is ready to move."

"Yeah! Arigato, Amamiya-kun."

The happiness and warmth that made her cry with joy lingered in her heart. Is this the feeling of home? It’s really great to be able to like him.

...

As night falls, the lights of the house seem particularly warm in the darkness. After dinner, the kitchen is filled with used dishes. The faucet turns gently, and the warm water washes over my hands, with a faint scent of soap, and the foam rises quickly, like small white clouds.

Amemiya picked up the dishes and wiped them gently, removing food residue and grease stains, stopping occasionally.

Because there was a girl hugging her tightly behind her. The sponge was soft and elastic, and the warm and reliable feeling made her unwilling to let go. Her thoughts also drifted gently with the water flow, and the most important moment was approaching little by little. After cleaning up, the two of them bathed and cleaned their bodies silently, and then entered the dark bedroom.

In the darkness, Amemiya heard the slightly rapid breathing and heartbeat, like a gentle nocturne, telling the girl's thoughts.

“Is the world really ready for this?”

Her delicate skin pressed against his, her slender arms wrapped around his neck and offered her tender red lips. She declared her determination with silent actions, and finally whispered in his ear: