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Just thinking about it makes my blood boil.

The second-year soul was ignited, and Nogami's voice was powerful and assured:

"I must complete the task assigned by the boss!"

Just let him wait here for a while. Not knowing why he was so excited all of a sudden, Sasaki frowned and said:

"Why are you yelling so loudly?"

"Keep your voice down!"

"Yes!"

Nodding solemnly, Nogami reached into his bosom and handed the money he had taken from Toda to Sasaki:

"This was found on Toda..."

Glancing at the dozen bills Nogami handed over, Sasaki hesitated for a moment, then took two-thirds of them and said:

"Have a heart."

"It's only right that the boss eats meat."

There was no reluctance at all, but instead a look of joy.

Because Nogami knew that once the boss took the money, it meant that he was treated as his own.

When I get into trouble in the future, he will be my support.

With Sasaki's military background, this is worth much more than a few banknotes.

People like them who like to fight and cause trouble will always encounter tough opponents. In this case, they need to compete for backing.

Compared to the broken arms and legs that may occur in the future, this little sacrifice is nothing.

"Do your job seriously. As long as you don't get involved with something you shouldn't, I won't ignore you."

"Don't worry, Boss. What we usually do is just collect some protection money and have some small fights. We won't do anything we shouldn't do."

"Ah."

Nodding in response, Sasaki waved his hand:

"Wait here for a while, I'm leaving now."

"Take care, boss."

Walking out of the alley and heading towards home, Sasaki suddenly remembered what Fuji Tsubaki had said just now, that the things had been sent to his home.

"Auntie Kyoka won't touch my things, right? I don't think so..."

…………

At Sasaki's house.

"You walk slowly."

"Ok."

After signing for the expedited package and closing the door, Kyoka Hiraki, wearing a lavender home outfit, looked at the shoebox-sized package in her hand and muttered to herself:

"Did Fuyumi buy these shoes? Why did you rush it?"

I don’t understand, but I don’t care.

With the idea of ​​'putting Fuyumi's things in Fuyumi's room', Kyoka Hiribaki stepped on her pink fluffy bunny-head slippers, walked up the stairs leisurely and elegantly, and came to Sasaki's room.

Snapped--

I turned on the light, and the warm white light came into my eyes, illuminating the dark room.

Because the window screens were open, there was no strange smell in the room.

The room is not small, but there are not many furnishings in it.

In fact, it cannot be said that there is not too much. To be precise, compared with the area of ​​the room, the furnishings in the house seem "empty".

There was simply a computer placed on the large desk.

There were no books, no boys’ favorite figurines, and no other decorations on the desk.

There was nothing between the desk and the wardrobe in the corner, and it looked empty.

In Kyoka's memory, the 'open space' between the desk and the closet was where Fuyumi used to place bookshelves to store comics.

But after his parents died, those things were thrown into the storage room downstairs.

She walked slowly to the desk and put the package in her hand on the desk. Out of the corner of her eye, Kyoka noticed the schoolbag that Sasaki had casually thrown on the corner of the desk.

Pulling out the chair, the loose-fitting purple and white plaid trousers were slightly tightened, slowly outlining an extremely plump and round curve.

The peach arc is pressed down, and the cotton cushion of the seat is slightly concave.

Sitting upright on the chair, Kyoka Ikari picked up her schoolbag that was on the corner of the table and gently brushed off the thin layer of dust on it.

Then she put the schoolbag on her plump legs which were pressed together without any gap.

It was precisely because of this condescending posture that she saw a small corner of white paper sticking out from the zipper of the schoolbag.

呲味——

After unzipping her pants and trying to put away the exposed 'homework paper', Kyousuke Hiribaki suddenly discovered that it seemed to be a test paper... Well, there were several test papers inside.

No adult can resist looking at a child's test paper.

So, Kyoka Ikari, who was in high spirits, took out the test papers of various subjects which were basically filled with red ticks.

12...16...10...11...

I finished reading all the papers. Although I knew that Dong Jian hadn't been to school for a long time, his grades were definitely not as good as before.

Kyoka Tsurugi was mentally prepared, but seeing such a 'surprising' test paper still made her blood pressure a little high.

"Whoo~"

She placed the test paper on the table, rested her soft elbows on it, crossed her fingers, and gently rubbed her brows with her thumbs.

She felt that she should have a good talk with Dong Jian.

…………

Go home and put on slippers.

Sasaki stood in the entrance hall, looking at the brightly lit living room with no sound of a TV. He thought it was Aunt Kyoka who left the light on for him, so he didn't pay much attention and walked out of the entrance hall slowly.

When he arrived in the living room, the first thing Sasaki saw was Aunt Kyoka sitting on the sofa with an expressionless face.

Aunt Kyoka's appearance is not bad. Although she can't be called absolutely beautiful, she is very charming.

But the bigger something is, the more it attracts people's attention.

Therefore, the first thing people pay attention to is often Aunt Kyoka's figure, and Sasaki is no exception.

Because they were at home, Aunt Kyoka didn't wear the professional attire that would have perfectly outlined her beautiful figure.

She was wearing a lavender, short-sleeved top that was large enough for Rinka to use as a nightgown.

Although the style of the short-sleeved shirt is extremely loose and hides the body, it is still a little bit not good enough for Aunt Kyoka, who has a wealth comparable to that of Mrs. Murasakimiya.

The wonderful arc that supported the collar was like two extremely fat rabbits in his arms, as if they were about to tear the clothes apart.

Because Aunt Kyoka was standing straight with her hands clasped together between her legs.

So from a visual perspective, in addition to making Sasaki feel that the big, white, soft rabbit was a little bigger, his sight naturally followed her slender waist and slid to the gourd-shaped breasts that were more obvious because of her sitting posture.

Seriously speaking, Sasaki doesn't think Aunt Kyoka is a particularly plump type.

Excluding the completely foul-mouthed Baymax, Aunt Kyoka's figure is not as plump as Mrs. Murasakimiya's, and she is even inferior to Miyajima Tsubaki.

In the comparison field between the wives, she is the tallest and has the longest legs.

Perhaps because of this, the feeling that Aunt Kyoka gave to Sasaki was more of a sense of symmetrical beauty.

After looking up and down at Aunt Kyoka's figure, Sasaki's gaze slowly moved upwards and noticed the serious expression on her soft, oval face.

Because Aunt Jingxiang always looks like a workaholic, her hair is always tied up even when she is at home.

In addition, when discussing business, one needs to give the impression of being energetic and capable.

So the hair in front of her forehead often goes around her forehead and hangs down from both sides of her cheeks to her collarbone.

It shows off her soft and gentle oval face very well.

That's why her expression is always so obvious.

Just like now, even though there was still some distance between them, Sasaki could still see the serious aura from her eyes and brows.

'Why……'

Before Sasaki could figure out what was happening, he realized that Aunt Kyoka, who usually had a gentle smile on her face, would become so serious.

But suddenly I noticed the familiar test papers neatly placed on the coffee table.

Chapter 107 A Few Things About Tutoring

"What an idiot! I should have thought of this earlier. The reason why Aunt Kyoka takes me so seriously must be related to my studies..."

Worried that Aunt Kyoka would open the package and spray the contents on herself as if it were perfume, thus diverting her attention, Sasaki breathed a sigh of relief when he realized that she was so serious about her grades.

"Auntie Kyoka, aren't you going back to your room to rest?" Pretending not to notice the test paper on the table, Sasaki made a panic expression that Kyoka could clearly see and said:

"Let me get you a glass of water."

I thought that my expression was too serious and scared him.

The cold and serious aura of Kyoka Ikari slowly disintegrated, and a gentle smile that always lingered on the corner of her mouth gradually appeared on her expressionless face:

"No thanks, Fuyumi."

Calling Sasaki who was about to leave, Hiribayashi Kyoka patted the sofa next to her:

"Sit here and talk to me, okay?"

"Hmm~"

Sasaki sat on the sofa obediently, with the nervous and reserved attitude that a normal student would have after being found to have poor grades.

Seeing him so nervous now, not at all as aggressive as when he teased her last time they met, Kyoka Tsurugi found it a bit amusing, so she leaned over and took Sasaki's hand on his knees, and said:

"I'm sorry, I guess you scared Dong Jian just now."

Shaking his head, Sasaki took her hand and held it tightly, lowering his head and saying guiltily:

"No...it's just that I disappointed Aunt Kyoka...I haven't been to school for too long...I don't understand anything about that."

It hurt a little when he held it.

But Kyoka realized that he must have been so sad after trying so hard, and her heart softened immediately. She threw aside the sermon she had prepared and said comfortingly:

"It's okay, it's okay, Fuyumi has tried very hard, but she just needs a little bit of help."

Sasaki tried to squeeze out a tear for a long time but couldn't. He raised his head and looked at Kyoka Tsurugi with red eyes and murmured:

"help?"

"Ok!"

"Although I have been working for many years, I still have no problem tutoring some high school exercises."

What we want is this result.

Sasaki's expression full of disappointment and gloom disappeared, and turned into an expression of excitement and joy.

Then, as if unable to help himself, he stretched out his hands and embraced that slender, tight yet sexy waist.

Then, while Aunt Kyoka was stunned, he pressed the corner of her smiling mouth with lightning speed.

"As expected, I won't panic if I have my aunt to worry about me."

After I finished speaking, I heard no reply.

Sasaki looked at Aunt Kyoka, motionless as if under a restraining spell, and called out in confusion:

"Aunt Kyoka?"

She blinked her eyes quickly as if she had just woken up from a dream, and two charming blushes like peach petals appeared on her beautiful and soft cheeks. She explained her daze in a nonchalant tone: