Tokyo's Most Affectionate - Chapter 29

Passing Notes

At 6:30, when the door was knocked and opened, it was dinner time.

This was not only Shiromiya’s dinner time, but also Kurosawa’s.

However, they didn’t share the same table; they ate separately.

The dishes for dinner were all prepared by Akai.

Kurosawa sat at a table in the living room, eating beef-covered rice.

This was his regular meal. Initially, he had Western dishes like steak and having it occasionally was okay. However, if eaten too frequently, he couldn’t get used to it.

So, he made a request for beef-covered rice, pork cutlet-covered rice, and spicy curry rice in rotation.

Within 10 minutes, he finished his dinner and entered his break time.

The best way to get closer is to have a unique secret between two people. This method is indeed correct.

Sitting on the sofa, Kurosawa took out his phone, opened Line, and stared at the name of Ninomiya, sinking into contemplation.

Today, he wanted Shiromiya to take a break not only out of concern for her well-being but also for another reason.

His relationship with Shiromiya was that of a teacher and student, just like with Ninomiya.

Figuring out how to blur the boundaries between teacher and student was currently his top priority.

Revealing each other’s secrets can unconsciously lower one’s guard…

Mulling over this idea, Kurosawa played with his phone, deep in thought.

A normal adult would absolutely not have any romantic feelings toward someone significantly younger.

If there are differences in status, or even restrictive principles, there will be a considerable distance that is maintained.

He wanted to complete the current task, and it required a lot of effort.

The task had a deadline of 72 hours, ending at noon on Sunday.

In reality, he didn’t have that much time to act.

The sense of distance through the phone or the identity at school made it difficult to achieve any of the task objectives.

The real place where he could showcase his abilities was the amusement park date.

The break time quickly came to an end.

At 7:30, two people descended the stairs from the second floor.

The leader was Akai, still in that maid outfit, with an unaffected demeanor.

However, the appearance of Shiromiya drew Kurosawa’s attention.

She had changed into a pink dress. Just out of the bath, her jet-black long hair was cascading down, slightly moist, and her skin was tender and alluring.

However, her expression and gaze were no longer cold and indifferent, as if rejecting people from a thousand miles away.

The moment she appeared, she was looking at Kurosawa, as if anticipating his reaction.

This anticipated reaction made Kurosawa somewhat concerned, and he felt amazed. He found her exceptionally cute, as if he had discovered another side of her.

The chat they had just now had a significant effect. The mutual estrangement was reduced, and their relationship had also become a bit closer.

“Mr. Kurosawa, it’s time to resume the lesson.”

As they descended the winding staircase, Akai called out.

“Okay.”

Kurosawa nodded, stood up, adjusted his attire, and followed them back to the study.

Soon, Kurosawa and Shiromiya were sitting at the table again, with the maid standing behind them.

The lesson continued, and Kurosawa began teaching, maintaining the same serious and calm demeanor as in the afternoon.

“Take a look at the example I wrote.”

After speaking for a while and getting into the flow, Kurosawa’s hand with the pen wrote on his notebook and pushed it in front of her.

Shiromiya lowered her head to take a glance, then suddenly looked up at him.

Beneath the example question on the notebook, there was an additional sentence.

“Your outfit today is quite cute.”

For a moment, Shiromiya’s heart started to race.

It wasn’t a simple heartbeat; it was an unprecedented thrill.

Is he being this bold? With the maid standing behind, he dares to make such a move?

If this sentence is discovered, this guy’s career will be ruined. What does he want to achieve?

“Do you understand?”

Kurosawa tilted his head slightly, smiling as he spoke.

“I understand. Take a look.” Shiromiya took the pen and replied in his notebook, “No need for you to say, the key is that the person wearing it looks cute.”

“I’ve never seen you wear something like this before,” Kurosawa continued writing.

“This is a nightgown. I wanted to see your reaction.”

“Boom, boom, boom—my heart is pounding endlessly.”

“Be careful; you’re still a teacher.”

“Even though I am a teacher, I am still a man.”

“You really dare to say that…”

The two of them, facing away from the maid, began chatting face to face by passing notes.

“Relax, learning should also emphasize a balance between work and rest.” After chatting for a few more sentences, Kurosawa felt that she was still not lively enough.

Seeing this, Shiromiya glanced at him sideways and then wrote a line.

“I’m not wearing underwear.”

Seeing this reply, Kurosawa instinctively glanced at her chest.

This pink dress was simple, with a somewhat monotonous design, but the lightweight fabric clung to her body, easily highlighting her figure.

Is she really not?

“You’re so perverted~ You didn’t really think I wasn’t wearing any, did you?” Sensing his gaze, Shiromiya’s mouth curled up, and she wrote another line, tapping the pen.

Realizing that she was indeed wearing something, and there was nothing mysteriously outstanding, Kurosawa sighed in relief. He then wrote another line.

“I admit you’re skilled.”

In this way, it seemed that this young lady, suppressed by family control for a long time, once the pressure was released and she let loose, she went beyond the ordinary.

“Don’t just chat, it’s time for the lesson.”

Successfully teasing his emotions, Shiromiya’s sense of accomplishment was satisfied, and she reminded him.

Although these playful actions were fun, exciting, and interesting, it would be over if they were exposed.

Kurosawa nodded, pulled the notebook back, flipped a page, and began to teach her.

As a student at the University of Tokyo and a super academic achiever, his teaching was serious, and he had unique learning techniques and problem-solving approaches.

“Mr. Kurosawa, it’s 10:30. Today’s class ends here.”

Immersed in studying, with Akai’s reminder, the session came to an end.

“Okay.”

In fact, Kurosawa had been paying attention to the progression of time. He had a plan for explaining the coursework, and there was no situation where he couldn’t finish the topics.

“How does Miss Shiromiya feel about today’s class?”

As Kurosawa stood up to pack up, the maid also asked.

“Not bad, please keep it this way.”

Shiromiya sat in her original position, with a calm attitude, giving a high and mighty feeling, but her evaluation was the same as usual.

What was different was that she would not say something like “keep it this way” before, meaning she obviously enjoyed the brief break.

Hearing this evaluation, Kurosawa smiled and said,”Thanks for Miss Shiromiya’s approval.” 

“This is today’s remuneration.”

Leaving the study, Akai took Kurosawa to the elevator and then took out an envelope with the name “Kurosawa” written on it, handing it to him.

This was a day’s remuneration, part-time for six hours, totaling 120,000 yen.

Kurosawa took the envelope, said goodbye to her, and left.