I am a teacher at a girls' school in Tokyo

So itchy...

But it doesn’t matter, the bond of the contract is more important than anything else, eh!

Amamiya Ye encouraged herself.

As for the physical connection, it’s completely... well... it’s impossible to say that it’s completely unimportant, but I still think about it.

If you like each other, you should be together, that's it.

But, let’s not dwell on this for now.

After taking off the rest of her clothes, Amamiya Ye walked towards the bathtub which was already filled with water.

She slid her legs in and then completely submerged her petite body in the warm water.

By the way, what happened between a young lady named Shinohara Shiori and Mr. Hirakawa after not seeing each other for a summer vacation?

It was clearly planned to let her give it a try, and she would just watch from the side, but...something happened during the summer vacation, and she was completely unable to get away.

I don’t know what the situation is.

Amemiya Ye submerged his head a little bit in the water, and bubbles came out of his mouth with a "gurgling" sound.

However, a moment later, Amemiya Ye suddenly realized something and sat up straight in the water.

She blinked.

This is the bathroom in Mr. Hirakawa's house, so does she share a bathtub with Mr. Hirakawa now?

She realized it belatedly and looked down at the bathtub where she was immersed. She seemed to smell the pleasant scent of the teacher.

The warm steam and the temperature in the bathroom made my face slightly red.

After a while, she sat down again.

Speaking of which, female students taking a bath at a male teacher's house, sharing a bathtub, sounds like...

Looks very good.

……

After taking a shower, I dried my body with a bath towel and then wrapped it up - this bath towel is also the one used by Mr. Hirakawa, right?

Amemiya Ye sniffed the scent on it and found it had a light fragrance - well, it was the scent of the shower gel she had just used.

Without caring about that anymore, wrapped in a bath towel—which almost slipped off because it was too small—Amamiya Ye walked out of the bathroom, holding the bath towel in one hand and the wet underwear in the other.

Also use a hair dryer.

I walked to the door of the bathroom next door and turned on the hair dryer prepared by Teacher Hirakawa.

With a "whoosh" sound, Amemiya Ye held the hair dryer as if she was holding a gun, and the scorching flame rays shot towards her underwear, drying out the water stains.

However, as the flute was blowing, amid the noisy sounds, Amamiya Ye heard a cat's meow.

She looked back and saw Michael running towards her from behind, meowing. He then squatted not far away, staring at the "monster" in her hand vigilantly.

Cats seem to be afraid of loud noises, right?

The first time she saw Michael, Amamiya Ye thought of this. After thinking about it, she turned on the hair dryer and turned down the power.

"As this body's contracted beast, you are too timid. There is no other way. This body has already reduced the output strength of its spells. Don't be afraid anymore."

Amamiya Yoi said this to Michael with a helpless look on her face.

But it really worked. As the whirring sound in his ears became smaller, Michael's uneasiness seemed to have improved a lot.

His vigilant look eased a little, and he took a few steps towards her.

Amemiya Yejian ignored it for the time being and turned his head back to look at her underwear again, using fire magic to dry the clothes evenly.

Fortunately, it was only a little wet and the little white underwear dried quickly.

When turning off the hair dryer, Amamiya Ye turned around and prepared to go into the bathroom to put on her underwear, but -

While grabbing her underwear, she saw Michael squatting obediently at her feet, staring at her curiously.

Amamiya Ye stopped and looked at Michael.

"..."

"..."

After a few seconds, a disdainful smile appeared on her lips.

"Hehe, as expected, you are finally convinced by this body's magic?"

Michael: “Meow?”

"But I don't have time to accompany you right now."

"Meow."

Just as the cat understood, Amamiya Ye turned around again and prepared to leave.

However, just after taking a step, she suddenly felt the towel on her body being pulled, and then -

"..."

"..."

Amemiya Ye looked down at herself, her eyes passing over two small hills on the Kanto Plain, reaching directly to the back of her feet. In the middle, her pink skin was completely exposed.

The slight moisture on my body also made the air chilly.

"..."

When Amemiya Ye turned around, the cat that caused the accident had already run away meowing.

Michael, a mere bastard, actually pretended to submit to her and then attacked her when she was not prepared. This contracted beast was too arrogant.

Amemiya Ye puffed out her cheeks, squatted down, picked up the bath towel on the ground, and wrapped herself around it again.

But...it's still too small, isn't it? A cat just pulled it off.

"..."

Amamiya Ye decided to ignore this fact. It must be that Michael was practicing secretly and his strength should not be underestimated.

……

After putting on her underwear, Amamiya Ye continued to walk out of the bathroom wrapped in a bath towel. She placed her Lolita skirt on the back of the sofa in the living room near the bathroom.

It will easily get wet by water vapor if placed in the bathroom, and this kind of long skirt is not easy to wear in the bathroom. If you are not careful, the hem of the skirt will get wet by the wet floor.

However, Amamiya Ye discovered a serious problem -

She blinked blankly, staring at the place on the sofa where her Lolita dress should have been placed, but now it was empty.

Where's her skirt?

Did Mr. Pingchuan take it? Just like the cowherd stole the clothes of the weaver girl.

This strange idea was ruled out with a little thought.

The image of a cat emerged in her mind.

Michael?

……

……

"Ding Dong."

Tetsufumi Hirakawa rang the doorbell of his home.

After sitting in the dining area of ​​the convenience store for a long time, he finally received a line from Amamiya Yo, saying that she had finished washing.

Girls are really slow in taking a shower.

He pressed the doorbell again - even though he had the key, this would remind Amamiya Ye that he was back, and if her clothes were not properly put on, it would also remind her to get dressed quickly.

After waiting for a few seconds, he heard footsteps behind the door.

Then, “click.”

The door was opened a crack, and the voice of Amemiya Ye was heard.

"Teacher Hirakawa."

Tetsufumi Hirakawa opened the door and closed it behind him as he walked in.

"Well, Amamiya-san, I'll go back..."

"..."

"..."

At the entrance, their eyes met.

The remaining syllables of Hirakawa Tetsufumi's greeting were stuck in his throat.

He looked at Amamiya Ye.

The petite girl was standing in front of him, without any clothes on.

She was holding her clothes in her hands, and she was only wrapped in a bath towel.

The exposed shoulders are crystal clear, like exquisite porcelain dolls.

"..."

"..."

Tetsufumi Hirakawa turned around quickly.

"——Amamiya-san?"

The voice was filled with confusion about the current situation, and a bit of impatience.

What's going on? I rang the doorbell to remind him, right? How could he be wrapped in a towel without any clothes?

...But it seems okay?

Tetsufumi Hirakawa turned around and thought about it, and suddenly found that the image that remained in his mind didn't seem so bad.

Because Amemiya Ye's figure is very petite and very... flat, his bath towel can completely cover the girl, leaving only her shoulders and arms exposed.

So even though it was weird to be in a towel, in terms of exposure, it wasn't a big deal.

Thinking of this, Hirakawa Tetsufumi breathed a sigh of relief, but did not turn around in a hurry. Instead, he calmed down and asked:

"Amamiya-san, what's going on? Where are your clothes?"

"..."

After a moment of silence, Amamiya Ye gave a slightly aggrieved reply.

"Teacher Hirakawa will know after just one look."

"..."

Do you want to turn around and take a look?

After a little hesitation, Tetsufumi Hirakawa decided to turn around - it was really no big deal. To be honest, the exposed area of ​​the bath towel was smaller than that of Moritani's uniform.

"What's wrong?" He looked at Amamiya Ye who reappeared in his sight, and his eyes were focused on the Lolita dress in her hands.

But before Amamiya Ye could answer, he had already seen the problem.

The black skirt, with its intricate lace trim at the hem, was torn into a mess and had holes in it.

Not only the hem of the skirt, but the tulle everywhere on the skirt was damaged. The worst part was the neckline, where the silk thread was broken. If I wore this dress, my chest would inevitably be exposed.

As he realized the problem, he heard Amemiya Ye's angry explanation in his ears.

"I put my clothes in the living room, but Michael took them away. I looked for them for a long time after I came out of the shower. When I found them, they were already like this."

"..."

Tetsufumi Hirakawa stared at the tear in his clothes, silent.

Then he looked into the living room and saw no trace of the cat.

Was it Michael who caused this?

After a long while, Tetsufumi Hirakawa accepted this fact and sighed. Then he apologized to Amemiya Yoru with her cute cheeks puffed up, full of apology.