Punishment?
Education?
This is a topic brimming with philosophical significance.
Haruka Yuzan had never imagined that one day he would take on this role.
"What's wrong, Haruka....."
The girl half-kneeling on the coffee table was already becoming impatient, her lethal waist twisting slightly, her flushed cheeks, slightly parted lips revealing a tender pink tongue, and her clear eyes clouded with a haze that didn't belong to her age, completely... covered with little pink hearts.....
"Go ahead, Haruka..... I deserve this, don't feel pressured, come on, Haruka...."
The girl's breathing carried a hint of urgency.
"Then... Yumeko, if you feel uncomfortable at any point, you must tell me right away."
After triple-checking the task on the virtual panel, Haruka Yuzan finally stood up, looking at the girl in front of him and whispered.
"Mm... I'm fine, Haruka-sensei."
