Stealing Spree

The same as our earlier visit, my eyes landed on Hayashi-sensei, sitting behind her table. Wearing the same unblemished lab coat, the woman could really pass up as a nurse or even a doctor if she so willed it.

At the moment, she’s a little laid back on her luxurious Director’s Chair while her eyes are fixed on the monitor of her PC. Due to how it was placed slightly to the side, what I captured in my eyes was her side frame which, I must admit, brought up more of her mature charms; especially her currently exposed spotless white neck and delicate ear. She had her hair tucked behind that ear.

Thinking about it, this was the first time I saw that part of hers exposed but then again, I could still count in my hands the number of interactions I had with her.

With the sound of mouse-clicking becoming the backdrop along with my approaching footsteps, I deliberated whether to continue approaching her table or take a seat on one of the couches in the middle of the room.

Fortunately, I didn’t need to choose anymore. Hayashi-sensei locked me in her gaze when I reached a certain distance. With her hand still resting on the mouse, she momentarily turned to face me and gestured for me to take a seat.

Around two minutes later, she stood up, took off the glasses that she was using to enhance her sight, and walked over to the couch opposite mine.

“So, you can be obedient, Onoda-kun. I thought you’ll be the same rascal as last time, bringing up that absurd suggestion...”

Opening the conversation like that, I found the woman sporting a rather pleased smile. Her eyes were fixed on my face, perhaps trying to see how I would react to that.

In any case, instead of acknowledging that, I tilted my head to the side, acting very oblivious to what she was talking about.

If she’s going to gauge me by doing that, then I’ll just do the same, right? And with my shamelessness, even if I played along with her, the result would be the same â€" Hayashi-sensei becoming flustered.

“I respect you, sensei. Of course, I will be obedient. But please remind me, what suggestion are you referring to? I can’t follow...”

“Don’t play with me, Onoda-kun. You’re aware of your sin.” Crossing her arms below her voluptuous front, Hayashi-sensei acted upset with her brows seemingly about to clash.

How does that become a sin, I wonder? It’s just a suggestion and given her previous reaction to it, I can’t help but suspect she’s deliberately bringing that up. Did she prepare a plan or something?

“Are we talking about my reward? I thought you were going to nitpick on my report, sensei.”

“This boy... Yes. It’s about your reward. Rather than wait for later, I’ll hand it to you right now.”

“Oh. Now I’m excited.” Though I said that, my expression remained blank.

As expected, it instantly drew Hayashi-sensei’s ire. She huffed and her front jiggled wonderfully. Even if that wasn’t my focus, it’s still within my vision, who could blame me for seeing it? Besides, compared to Miwa-nee, Auntie Yayoi, or Eguchi-sensei’s size, she’s still lacking.

And at the moment, I still only treat that suggestion as being playful back then. What I needed to hear at this moment was her reaction to my report as well as confirmation that she was not going to meddle with my relationships.

The other reward was just secondary. But hey, I wouldn’t mind receiving another perk. I worked hard, no?

“Don’t get too excited, Onoda-kun. Even if you’re just as much of a rascal as your father, what you suggested is impossible. So, instead of that, I prepared something else.”

Look at her, does she really need to bring up my father here? This woman still can’t move on or she just loves comparing me to the man who shares almost the same features as me, except I’m younger and also took up some of my mother’s traits.

“Alright, I won’t be excited. But sensei, is there, you know, some kind of requirement for you to join us? I’m sure my girls won’t mind welcoming you in their midst.”

Upon hearing that, Hayashi-sensei’s furrowed brows trembled as her lips stretched into a forced grin. And although faint, I could hear her grinding her teeth to reel in her irritation at my words.

“See that. You still remember your suggestion!”

“Oops.”

“Geez. Your father wasn’t like this in the past. How come you’re twice as shameless as he is?”

“Oh. Maybe it’s because my mother is also shameless. You know. A shameless couple multiplied and I became their product.” I shrugged and turned my shamelessness into a simple mathematical equation.

But truthfully, I hadn’t seen my parents acting too shameless yet. There was that time when I introduced my girls to them but that’s just them appreciating the women their son managed to charm.

Even at the moment, some of those girls are still in contact with my mother, asking for pieces of advice from her. Obviously, my mother welcomed all of their inquiry as though interacting with her ‘daughters-in-law’ also gives color to her otherwise uninteresting life.

Well, that’s probably not the case. She’s also delighted to be able to take care of their grandson. After all their time being busy with work, the days with the boy are helping them relax.

When Miwa-nee eventually returns, I can imagine them telling me that they’re going to be away again for another work.

Anyway, enough with my parents, Hayashi-sensei couldn’t hold back upon hearing my answer.

She stifled her laughter, covering her mouth and turning her head sideways.

Half a minute later, while still trying to hold back her laughter, she replied, "Pfft. You're absolutely right. You’re the product of that idiot couple. No wonder you’re this shameless.”

She then waved her hand as though she was trying to fan it away before pulling something from her lab coat’s pocket.

Naturally, my eyes focused on it. Since it’s something she prepared, I already expected a gift. As for what kind of gift it was, I had no idea.

Hayashi-sensei stretched her arm forward as she handed a small box to me. Not a ring box or any accessories box but a simple box.

“Stop looking and take it.” Stretching her arms further, Hayashi-sensei almost leaned over the coffee table between us.

And due to that, without any support, her chest wobbled down. Even though she’s wearing a tight camisole beneath her lab coat that efficiently held and covered up her cleavage, it also got pulled down by gravity, giving me a small window to peek from it.

Well, there’s nothing much to see and even if there was, I would probably still not think much of it when I had access to more wonderful pairs.

Nonetheless, an eye candy would remain an eye candy. And as the pervert that I am, my eyes were completely drawn to it. She’s wearing a black, seemingly unpadded bra. Furthermore, there’s enough firmness to her pair that every man would probably dream to cup inside their palms.

Not surprisingly, Hayashi-sensei noticed it right away as I heard her whisper, “This perverted brat...”

“Thanks for the treat, sensei.” Before she could lash out at me, I quickly grabbed the box and uttered that.

Instead of returning to her seat, Hayashi-sensei remained like that, and with the tone of her voice turning as cold as ice, she said, “Onoda-kun, can I hit you once? You know... to discipline you. I see that you needed that the most.”

“Hmm? Sure. That’s a small price to pay from getting treated to that sight and whatever this box contains.”

With that swift answer, I could hear Hayashi-sensei almost holding back a shriek as she stood up and moved over to my side. And instead of just hitting me once like she asked, she sat down next to me and put my head in between her fists, and kneaded it as strongly as she could. “You rascal... A hit isn’t enough to discipline you!”