In Hentai World as Mira Tsubakihara's Relative

Then, turning around, he followed Shirakawa Miwa outside.

"Teacher, is there something you need from me?" Hikari asked.

Shirakawa covered her mouth and laughed. "What, I can't call you over for no reason?"

"I saw you getting bullied by those three gyaru girls earlier. It was your teacher here who saved you, you know."

Hearing Miwa's words, Hikari couldn't help but smile wryly. "Yes, yes, you're amazing, Teacher. With your sharp eyes, you pulled me out of the fire pit."

Even though Hikari's praise seemed a bit insincere and sarcastic, Miwa still flashed a charming smile, looking very pleased.

She said with a grin, "Actually, I called you out for a good reason."

"I bought some takoyaki and wanted to share it with you."

"Here, eat up."

Miwa led Hikari to her office, pointing at the large box of takoyaki on her desk. Hikari's expression turned odd as he glanced at her and asked, "Shirakawa-sensei, let me guess—you bought way too much food again, couldn't finish it, and now you're roping me in to clean up the leftovers, right?"

This kind of thing had happened more than a couple of times already.

Shirakawa was a total foodie. Probably, her voluptuous and impressive figure was built on her eating habits.

What left Hikari speechless was that Miwa would always buy more than she could eat and then complain about not being able to finish it, yet she kept doing it.

A classic case of being bad at something yet loving it anyway.

After getting closer to Hikari, Miwa figured it was a waste to throw the leftovers away and often invited him over during breaks to help her finish the food.

This was also one of the reasons their relationship had grown so close.

Eating leftovers daily, even though they were clean, hygienic, and fresh, Hikari wondered just how much of Miwa's saliva he'd inadvertently consumed.

Hearing his comment, Miwa couldn't help but cover her mouth and laugh. "Oh dear, we both know what's going on. Don't call me out like that."

"Hikari-kun, can't you at least let your teacher save some face?"

She playfully smacked Hikari's chest, feigning indignation.

With that big gesture, her abundant chest bounced dramatically, leaving Hikari momentarily dazzled and his blood pumping.

Hikari groaned, "Shirakawa-sensei, you still care about face? Forcing a student to eat your saliva-filled leftovers every day?"

"I've probably consumed ten tons of your saliva by now."

Hearing that, Miwa's pretty face flushed red. After all, she was still an unmarried young woman with no romantic experience to speak of.

Her engagement was arranged by her elders, and she'd never even dated anyone.

But as an adult and a teacher, she refused to show weakness in front of Hikari.

Hands on her hips, she righteously retorted, "Nonsense! It's not that much. At most, it's one mililtres. No way it's more than that."

"Five mililitres," Hikari said flatly.

Miwa gritted her teeth. "Five, my foot! Two mililitres, tops!"

"If you say another word, I'll pry open your mouth and spit directly into it."

Hearing that, Hikari suddenly wasn't tired anymore.

He grinned. "Go ahead, Sensei. If you're really that bold, bring it on."

Miwa clenched her teeth, her fair forehead veins bulging, clearly provoked by Hikari.

She grabbed Hikari's shoulders with both hands, pulling him toward her while puckering her soft, pink lips slightly, as if she really planned to spit into his mouth.

But Hikari wasn't fazed. He knew Miwa too well.

This pure and innocent teacher, who hadn't even had her first kiss yet, would never actually go through with something like that.

Sure enough, midway through pulling him, Miwa's hands slowed down, almost stopping altogether.

Hikari couldn't help but chuckle. "Oh? Is that it? I knew Sensei couldn't—"

Before he could finish, Miwa suddenly exerted force, pulling him in completely.

However, it wasn't a direct mouth-to-mouth spit as she had threatened.

Instead… Smothering Milk Cleanser Attack.

Hikari felt himself being engulfed in a soft, springy mass, blocking his nose entirely.

'Holy— Shirakawa, are you really trying to suffocate me?'

Just as Hikari was internally complaining, Miwa released him from her "cleanser attack."

Her flushed face was redder than ever, but she still stood with her hands on her hips, trying to maintain some semblance of dignity.

"How about that? Still think you can mock your teacher?" she huffed. "I'm an adult, and you're just a bratty high schooler."

Hikari, recovering from his suffocation, took a deep breath. The faint milky scent, reminiscent of White Rabbit candy, lingered in the air.

After catching his breath, Hikari looked at Miwa, who was standing there with her chest puffed out in a pose she probably thought was authoritative but actually came across as quite provocative.

"Alright, alright, you win. You're the adult here, Sensei. I'll give you that."

Hearing his words, Miwa looked pleased, but when she noticed Hikari's teasing gaze fixed on her chest, her face flushed again.

She quickly crossed her arms over her chest and scolded, "Pervert! Hikari-kun, you've turned into a little pervert. You naughty brat."

Hikari sighed. "Really? Who was the one that used a 'milk cleanser' attack first?"

Miwa opened her mouth, realizing she had no comeback. For a moment, she stammered but then defaulted to the ultimate weapon of logic-defying stubbornness.

Hands on her hips, she declared, "Fine! Laugh while you can. One day, I'm going to spit a mouthful directly into your mouth, just you wait."

Hikari mimicked her pose and replied smugly, "Sure thing, Sensei. I'll be here waiting for the day you fulfill that dream. Just remember to fill my mouth completely."

"Ugh!!"

The conversation devolved into simultaneous dry heaving, both of them grossed out by their own joke.

It seemed even Hikari, with his tolerance, found this topic slightly nauseating.

They quickly shifted focus, deciding to discuss the takoyaki instead.

"Alright, alright, enough gross talk," Miwa said, pointing at the box. "Eat up before it gets cold."

Hikari nodded. "Fine, I'm digging in."

He picked up a takoyaki, bit into it, and immediately spat it out.

"Damn! Hot, hot, hot!"

Waving his hand in front of his mouth dramatically, he tried to cool it down. Miwa, skeptical, picked up the piece he'd dropped and ate it herself.

"Hey, it's not that hot. What's with the overacting?" she asked, frowning.

Hikari didn't answer, instead pointing at the takoyaki in her mouth. "That one was already bitten by me. We just indirectly kissed."

Miwa widened her beautiful eyes and rolled them at him, parting her pink lips to say with irritation, "Yes, we did indirectly kiss. So what? Do you think you took advantage of me as your teacher? Then pay up."

As she said this, Miwa extended her fair, delicate hand in a gesture demanding money.

Hikari completely ignored her.

'Good grief'

Shirakawa's shamelessness was growing day by day, and occasionally it even advanced by leaps and bounds.

Take, for example, the time they accidentally shared a drink and indirectly kissed.

Back then, Miwa's face turned beet red and stayed that way for a good seven or eight minutes.

But now? Miwa, the teacher, didn't care about that at all anymore.

An indirect kiss?

Ha?

You, a high schooler, think you took advantage of me, your older teacher?

No, no—it's your older teacher taking advantage of you, the high schooler.

Faced with Miwa's shameless and lazy attitude, Hikari could only give her a thumbs up and praise her: top-notch, absolutely top-notch.

Since Shirakawa no longer cared about indirect kisses, these days whenever the two ate together, it became a free-for-all of sharing each other's food, exchanging bites, and essentially swapping spit like it was no big deal.

Hikari could only sigh and think to himself: Shirakawa is the type who, once her bottom line is crossed, lets everything completely collapse.

If one day she were to be pushed down, she'd probably accept it quickly, then immediately turn around and push him down instead.

But even if she reversed roles on him, she would definitely insist on maintaining her teacherly dignity and demand to stay on top.

Of course, Hikari knew that Shirakawa wasn't like this with everyone—only with him. Maybe it was because they got along well, and Shirakawa seemed to harbor some feelings for him, finding their dynamic quite agreeable.

Their relationship had already somewhat transcended the boundaries of teacher-student and friends, landing in a rather peculiar space.

Hikari didn't bother thinking too deeply about it. He casually picked up a piece of takoyaki, popped it into his mouth, and prepared to enjoy it.

But once again, he spit it out almost immediately.

"Why is this still so hot? My tongue hurts so much."

Hearing Hikari's complaint again, Shirakawa gave him a suspicious look.

"Tell me, is it possible that the takoyaki isn't too hot, but your tongue has a problem?"

Hikari shook his head. "Impossible, absolutely impossible."

Shirakawa said, "Stick out your tongue. Let me take a look."

"Reo-reo!" Hikari stuck out his tongue, and Shirakawa glanced at it before smugly nodding.

"That's exactly it—your tongue is swollen again, and it's worse than last time. That's why you're finding the takoyaki too hot."

"Come on, tell the truth. Have you been eating seafood again?"

Hikari scratched his head and smiled bitterly. "Shirakawa-sensei, your keen insight misses nothing. You're absolutely right."

Shirakawa asked, "Was it scallops again?"

Hikari nodded. "Yeah. Yesterday, my tongue got pinched back and forth between two scallops. It hurt like hell." [T/N: Double-meaning]

Shirakawa laughed. "You little rascal, you need to eat seafood in moderation. Understand?"

As she spoke, she reached out and patted Hikari's head, despite him being more than a head taller than her, adopting the air of a wise adult.

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