In winter, the school bell rings at six o'clock, half an hour earlier than in summer.

At 6:20, Toru Watanabe and Miki Kujo were walking in the deserted school building. The temperature was much lower than during the day.

After going downstairs and coming to the shoe cabinet, a figure suddenly ran over.

"Watanabe-kun, please accept this!"

"......Oh, thank you."

"You're welcome!"

It had been twenty minutes since school ended, and the sound of the instruments of the wind club had disappeared, as well as the unexplained shouts of the sports club on the playground. Unexpectedly, there were people who stayed specially to wait for him and give him chocolates.

Miki Kujo glanced at the girl in the distance and said to Toru Watanabe: "Let's go."

"good."

Watanabe Toru put chocolates into the filled bag, and Kujo Miki left the school gate and got into the luxury car.

Fifteen minutes later, we arrived at the single-family villa in Chiyoda District.

In island countries, apartments are higher quality than detached houses, but detached houses like Kujo Miki are another story.

There is also the Kujo main house where Kujo's mother lives. It occupies a large area and is not a single-family house in the ordinary sense.

The two of them had dinner in the living room.

Miki Kujo took a few bites and left the table to go to the second floor.

Watanabe Toru ate slowly.

"What is this?" he asked the maid.

"Mustard flowers." The maid replied, bending down.

"It should be an early spring dish, right?"

"Yes, this is sent from Izu Mountain."

"Is it already spring in Mount Izu?"

"We have just entered early spring, and I heard that the cold cherry blossoms are already in full bloom." The maid spoke in a nice voice, as if she was telling a story under the lights at night.

Watanabe Toru nodded, took a bite of fried whitebait, and imagined what Izu would look like in early spring.

As a result, the pictures he imagined were all of the wilderness of Mizawa Village. After all, he had never been to Izu.

A maid came to serve the food, and when she left, she took away the first two dishes.

The maid just now took the initiative to introduce: "This is celery mixed with vinegar, and these are fried spinach sprouts. They are all early spring wild vegetables served by Izu Hot Spring Hotel."

Watanabe Toru tasted it.

At the corner from the living room to the kitchen, another maid came out and brought fresh dishes.

Half an hour later, a maid came down from the second floor.

She walked up to Toru Watanabe and said in a serious tone:

"Master Watanabe, Miss asked if you have finished your dinner."

"What were her actual words?" Toru Watanabe knew his girlfriend very well.

"Let me see if you are exhausted." The maid's expression did not change.

Watanabe Toru put down his bowls and chopsticks, wiped his mouth, and when he stood up, he said to the maid who had just introduced the dishes:

"Please tell the chef for me that I really like today's dish."

The maid bowed slightly.

Watanabe Toru had eaten and drank enough, gathered his emotions, and was ready to go to the second floor to face his fate.

After taking a bath, Miki Kujo was sitting on the sofa in pajamas.

Her charming and noble body leaned calmly on the cushion, looking down at Toru Watanabe who walked in.

The chest of the yukata is slightly open, vaguely revealing the youthful erectness of the girl.

The hem of her pajamas revealed a large section of her smooth legs.

"beautiful......"

"Come here." She ordered.

Kujo Miki's elusive, ever-changing, ecstatic, sinister and cunning charm.

...

On the big white bed, Toru Watanabe was lying on Miki Kujo, his head resting on her chest.

The blushing Miki Kujo inserted her slender white fingers into his hair.

The two of them stayed like this and passed quietly for a while.

"Arts and sciences, which subject are you going to choose?" Toru Watanabe asked.

Except for his lips, he remained motionless, intoxicated by the skin-to-skin contact with Kujo Miki.

"What about you?" Miki Kujo's voice was lazy and filled with satisfaction.

When they are in bed, she is no longer the queen, and the two of them talk like a young couple or a couple.

"Liberal arts?" Watanabe Tetsu wasn't sure either.

"Um?"

"Preparing to study in the Economics Department of the University of Tokyo's second category of liberal arts."

"economy?"

"You see, I will hardly have to work in the future. The only time I need to work is the four years when you have children, so it's time to learn some economic knowledge."

"I suggest you go to the Faculty of Education." Miki Kujo combed her hands through Watanabe Toru's hair.

"Why?"

"You work for four years, but you take care of your children for at least ten years."

"That makes sense." Toru Watanabe nodded, making Kujo Miki's chest itchy, "Then I go to the Faculty of Education and specialize in preschool education?"

"You don't need to take care of the child." Miki Kujo said, "What teacher and nanny can't our family hire?"

"Mei Ji, I have something to ask you. I'm very curious."

"Um."

"If you have children in the future, how do you plan to raise them?"

"The first child uses the harshest method, and the rest are free."

"What if the first child doesn't inherit our genes?"

"It doesn't matter if you don't look good. If you're not smart enough, you can just change it."

"Isn't that too ruthless? That child must have been forced to learn a lot by you before he found out he wasn't smart enough."

"Learn a lot of things, or give up on him, it's all for the sake of the children and the Kujo family. By the way," Kujo Miki stopped her hand, "You are not allowed to interfere in this matter, don't be gentle all day long, let me

Let’s decide.”

"Yes, yes." Seventeen-year-old Toru Watanabe had no sympathy for his future child.

The two were quiet for a while.

"What do you think I should give as a return gift for White Day?" Toru Watanabe asked again.

"The merchant has already thought about it for you, pick the expensive one."

"Well." Toru Watanabe buried his face in Miki Kujo's chest, and his voice became dull, "Then what do you want?"

"Think for yourself."

Miki Kujo stopped talking and felt the hot breath of his breath on her chest.

"I buy the most beautiful roses from Daejeon Flower Market every day and give them to you as good morning?"

The Ota Flower Market in Ota Ward, Tokyo, is the most famous flower market in the island country.

Every day, a large number of flowers from all over the world are gathered here, and the transaction volume ranks first among the island countries.

"Things that can be done with money."

"Then what do you want? I have nothing left to give you."

Kujo Miki thought for a while and said with a smile: "I want a promise."

"Two will do, too."

"If you are taken away one day, can I kill you?"

Watanabe Toru raised his upper body and looked down at his beautiful girl.

He used his gentlest and firmest voice to tell his beautiful girl:
To be continued...