"It's delicious; in order not to tarnish your heart that is brave and progressive, I've decided to hire you as my private chef. How does that sound?"
Otome Mizuko held the fork in her mouth, and somehow, her indoor shoes had come off. A silky-stockinged foot stealthily rubbed back and forth on the boy's calf.
"Not very good."
Haruka Yuzan caught that mischievous foot in one hand, placed it on his thigh, and gave it a firm knead before letting her leg go.
The two of them sat in a corner of the classroom, unnoticed by anyone else.
Gently stroking the smooth surface of the young lady's stockings, Otome Mizuko lowered her head, savoring the little cake.
Even though the young lady didn't like sweets, if Mr. Haruka personally made them, she had to eat every last piece.
Gradually, that large hand couldn't help but move under the girl's pleated skirt,
while classmates nearby enjoyed the fruits of their labor from the previous class.
