In Hentai World as Mira Tsubakihara's Relative

[T/N: This is a Christmas Bonus chapter, ENJOY~🎁🎄 Merry Christmas🎄🎁 guys]

East Osaka Street, Starbucks Coffee Shop.

Many office workers quickly pushed open the door, bought a warm coffee at the counter, and left in a hurry.

In the city of neon lights, the pace of life is fast. People are busy for their livelihoods or other reasons.

However, inside the Starbucks store, at a certain table, a beautiful girl about 16 or 17 years old was quietly sitting alone.

The girl had long black hair cascading like a waterfall, delicate facial features on her fair oval face, and wore thin-framed glasses perched on her elegant nose, looking both quiet and graceful.

Yet, her curvaceous figure was entirely at odds with this calm demeanor.

The girl wore a pure white sleeveless dress. Her fair and slender arms were bare, and she held a book in her hands, quietly reading.

The bodice of her dress was stretched taut by her well-developed... giving an impression that the buttons on her chest might pop open at any moment.

The dress's fitted waist design emphasized her slender waist, making her chest appear even more exaggeratedly large while accentuating the fullness of her seated hips.

Her legs, visible under the dress's hemline, were long and straight—full but not overly plump.

The girl's stunning appearance and figure, far beyond those of girls her age, frequently drew side glances from men in the café. Even the busy office workers couldn't help but steal a look as they passed by.

However, the girl seemed to come from a distinguished background, exuding an aura of scholarly elegance. She remained unperturbed by the stares of others, maintaining her quiet composure.

No one noticed that the girl's toes were constantly curling against the soles of her shoes, then relaxing, then curling again, before relaxing once more.

Clearly, the girl's inner state was not as calm and graceful as her exterior suggested.

"That damned psychological counselor. Promised to be on call, but I made over a dozen calls, and not one got through. This is infuriating!"

Kisaragi Tomoe gracefully sipped her coffee on the surface, but her teeth were already grinding in frustration.

"That guy's name is Hikari, right?"

"Honestly, his voice sounded quite young. Maybe he's around 30?"

"I was worried he might be some old geezer—thank goodness he's not."

"But that guy is so rude. I called so many times before he answered, and who knows when he'll actually show up."

"People who don't keep promises or value time are a waste of everyone's life and time. Absolutely detestable."

"And to think someone so unreliable is supposed to provide me with psychological counseling to relieve my immense stress—can he really be trusted?"

"Well, Dean Rikka said she personally vetted him and assured me he's competent. I'll give him a chance."

"But if he doesn't deliver, I swear I'll file a complaint with Dean Rikka and get that Hikari fired."

As a noble lady from an esteemed family, Kisaragi lightly bit her straw, her posture elegant and charming, though inwardly she was grumbling incessantly.

After about five more minutes, as Kisaragi became increasingly anxious and irritated, a sudden sound of footsteps drew her attention.

She quickly looked up, only to be filled with disappointment.

Approaching her was a young man with dyed blonde hair and earrings, exuding a delinquent aura from head to toe.

There was no doubt—someone like this could never pass the Dean's screening to become a specially appointed teacher at Seika Private Girls Academy, an elite girls' school. This was not the person she was waiting for.

Kisaragi lowered her head and resumed chewing on her straw out of boredom.

But while she ignored the blonde delinquent, he was heading straight for her.

Standing before her table, the delinquent placed a drink he'd just purchased in front of her.

With what he thought was a charming smile, he said, "Beautiful lady, may I offer you a cappuccino? You don't mind, do you?"

Kisaragi sighed and reluctantly raised her head, responding with an expressionless and cold tone, "I already have coffee. I don't need your generosity, sir. Please give this cappuccino to someone who needs it more."

The delinquent was unfazed by her indifference. Still smiling, he continued, "Beautiful lady, my name is Tanai Koutarou. May I have the honor of knowing your name?"

Having no desire to respond, Kisaragi remained silent.

She had only answered his first question out of politeness, a result of her good upbringing.

While Tanai Koutarou was momentarily displeased by her lack of response, he hid it well.

He smiled again and said, "Miss, I've been observing you for a while. You've been sitting here for at least half an hour. Could it be your boyfriend stood you up? If so, I can take his place and accompany you today for shopping and fun."

Kisaragi looked at him with resignation and said, "You're not wrong—I'm angry because the person I'm waiting for is late."

"But I have no intention of replacing him. Mr. Tanai Koutarou, could you please stop bothering me?"

Despite her mounting stress, Kisaragi refused to consider someone like Tanai Koutarou.

A person like him only disgusted her. Seeing him increased her stress rather than relieving it.

Dean Rikka had also warned the students of Seika Private Girls Academy that they should never recklessly associate with people, lest it bring disgrace upon the academy.

As such, they weren't even allowed to date, leaving many young women under significant pressure during their adolescence.

For this reason, Dean Rikka had specially hired a psychological counselor.

Despite Kisaragi's repeated refusals, Tanai Koutarou persisted, unwilling to give up so easily.

Kisaragi, although continuously rejecting, Koutarou, this delinquent with yellow hair, still did not want to give up so quickly.

Because he could tell that Kisaragi was not only beautiful in appearance, with an amazing figure, but her temperament was also extraordinary—most likely a noble lady from a distinguished family.

If he could cling to her long legs, he might never have to worry about food or drink again.

And even if he couldn't, just having a single night with such a noble lady would still be a massive win, enough for him and his buddies to brag about for an entire year.

So no matter how much Kisaragi rejected him, Koutarou persisted endlessly.

Kisaragi, who had spent most of her years in a private girls' school, had not interacted much with men.

Although her upbringing as a noble lady allowed her to respond with poise and elegance, she really couldn't think of many good ways to rid herself of this annoying pest for the time being.

Unfortunately, today she had come out for psychological counseling, so bringing bodyguards wasn't an option—she could only rely on herself.

Feeling incredibly annoyed, and after being harassed for quite a while, Kisaragi finally couldn't hold back and scolded, "Sir, please stay away from me. Otherwise, I will call the police."

Hearing Kisaragi suddenly shout loudly and noticing many people in the café turning their heads to look, Koutarou started to panic.

He realized that if this continued, his plan would completely fall apart.

In his urgency, he couldn't help but reach out directly, attempting to forcibly grab Kisaragi's wrist.

"Hey! I just want to be friends with you. Is that so unreasonable?"

Koutarou's action was anticipated by Kisaragi, who dodged in advance.

But Koutarou still wouldn't give up. Seeing Kisaragi retreat behind a chair, he stepped forward again, reaching out once more to grab her hand and drag her out of the café.

Just as Kisaragi clutched her teacup tightly, preparing to splash the scalding coffee onto Koutarou's face to stop his rude behavior, a slender hand suddenly intervened, thrusting between Kisaragi and Koutarou.

Koutarou instinctively tried to bypass the arm and grab Kisaragi, but the hand on the arm opened its palm and firmly seized Koutarou's hand.

"Sir, in broad daylight, please refrain from such impolite actions toward a lady. Otherwise, it's really troublesome."

Both Koutarou and Kisaragi turned their heads to see a handsome black-haired young man smiling at them.

Seeing the young man's attractive face, Kisaragi's beautiful eyes couldn't help but light up.

After all, this young man was incredibly good-looking, and it was the classic hero-saving-the-damsel-in-distress moment.

Although it wasn't very dangerous, it was still a moment of urgency, and with such high-level good looks, what girl wouldn't feel attracted and excited?

On the other hand, Koutarou stared closely at the young man before him, who looked like a high schooler.

Relying on his older age, Koutarou said grumpily, "Hey, you kid, you're a high school student, aren't you? I'm already a working adult. Do you think you can lecture me, your senior?"

"I'm warning you—right now, immediately, let go of my hand!"

"Otherwise, I'll make you pay…"

"AHHHHHHH! It hurts! It hurts! It hurts!!!"

Koutarou wanted to say more.

However, Hikari had no patience for him and directly bent the delinquent's wrist downward, almost folding it in half.

The yellow-haired delinquent, Koutarou, felt as though his wrist was about to snap, and he howled incessantly, attracting the attention of everyone in the café.

But since everyone had seen Koutarou harassing Kisaragi earlier, no one spoke up to intervene.

However, to avoid affecting business, the café staff began walking over.

Before they could arrive, Hikari released Koutarou, whose wrist joint was now nearly bent parallel, and flung him onto the ground.

"Three seconds. Get out."

Hikari spoke calmly.

Despite feeling as though his wrist was broken, faced with Hikari's deep, terrifying gaze and indisputable tone, Koutarou quickly bowed his head, apologized, and fled the café.

After seeing Koutarou leave, the crowd returned to their own business, and the staff also stepped back.

Kisaragi then spoke to Hikari, "Hey, handsome… young man, thank you for stepping in and helping me drive away that delinquent. Otherwise, I would've been in trouble."

While expressing her gratitude, Kisaragi carefully observed Hikari's handsome and delicate face.

Looking at Hikari's tall, well-built yet slender figure and that face which she thought was unmatched, Kisaragi suddenly felt a twinge of disappointment and annoyance.

Damn it, what a pity that she was a student at the Seika Private Girls' Academy.

In Seika Private Girls' Academy, dating was strictly forbidden, and being caught would lead to expulsion.

Otherwise, why would she even bother looking for a psychological counselor when she could just start dating this handsome guy in front of her? Wouldn't that be perfect?

He had not only saved her out of the blue but also completely aligned with her aesthetic preferences and looked incredibly healthy.

Having never dated anyone before and barely interacted with boys, Kisaragi felt like she was almost drooling.

If she could date the handsome guy in front of her, she wouldn't feel even the slightest pressure and wouldn't need to see a psychological counselor anymore.

With Hikari's sharp observational skills, he had naturally noticed long ago that Kisaragi had been sneaking glances at him.

The moment he entered the café, Hikari had noticed the beautiful girl with long black hair and immediately recognized her identity with his extensive knowledge.

Coupled with hearing her soft, sugary, and slightly teasing voice when she thanked him—exactly like the voice from their phone call, except for the different tone—Hikari was completely certain.

The noble lady who had come to him for psychological counseling today was none other than the girl before him, Kisaragi.

In response to Kisaragi's thanks, Hikari smiled and said, "No need to thank me. After all, it's my fault for making you wait here for so long."

Hearing Hikari's words, Kisaragi frowned and said, "Handsome guy, did you mistake me for someone else? Your online girlfriend, maybe?"

"Although I am indeed waiting for someone here, the person I'm waiting for… um, has a rather unique status."

"Even though I haven't met him, it shouldn't be you."

Kisaragi looked at Hikari and shook her head.

She knew the requirements for the psychological counselor hired by Seika Private Girl's Academy.

According to what Seika Private Girls Academy had told her earlier, anyone qualified to be a psychological counselor for a private noble girls' school like Seika Priavte must have a certain social standing and be an absolutely reliable male.

In Kisaragi's imagination, that person should be a middle-aged man.

She didn't expect him to be handsome, only trustworthy, discreet, and able to help her relieve stress.

Thus, the image of the counselor in her mind was completely different from the Hikari standing before her.

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