In Hentai World as Mira Tsubakihara's Relative

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Although he knew that this ancient poem was indeed in the high school textbooks in Japan, and it was taught in high school, but in his previous life, he had learned it in the second grade of elementary school. With the rhyming at the end of the lines, it was easy to recite, and Hikari could practically recite it backwards.

But now, just by reciting a poem from the second grade, these people were looking at him in such surprise, as if he were really amazing, leaving Hikari truly speechless.

This act of showing off, others didn't see a problem with it, but he himself felt awkward.

Clap! Clap! Clap!

A wave of applause came from the classroom, as many classmates clapped together to praise Hikari.

After all, Hikari was indeed impressive and good-looking. Even though some boys were envious and didn't clap, many girls did.

However, the applause didn't last long before Shirakawa Miwa stopped it.

After the classroom quieted down, Shirakawa Miwa looked at Hikari and said, "Hikari-kun, you just got lucky, probably having seen 'Climbing the Stork Tower' before. No, to prove you've prepared, you have to recite another one."

Shirakawa Miwa's intention to challenge was too obvious, and everyone in the class could see that she seemed to be deliberately targeting Hikari.

Naturally, Hikari himself was aware of it, and he was somewhat amused.

He knew Shirakawa Miwa was just making excuses out of stubbornness, but it was indeed a lucky coincidence that she got it right—he had indeed memorized it beforehand.

Although the time span was a bit large, this beforehand was in his previous life.

But just now, reciting that poem did somewhat damage Shirakawa Miwa's dignity as a teacher.

That's why Shirakawa Miwa was saying this now.

And since Shirakawa Miwa, who often let him take shortcuts, was puffing herself up to save face, Hikari decided to give her, the teacher, some face in front of the classmates.

Later, in private, he could just slap her round and plump buttocks or something, to fiercely regain the upper hand.

"Ask away.", Hikari said.

Shirakawa Miwa on the podium immediately asked again, "This time, recite 'Spring View' for me. Do you know 'Spring View'?"

Hearing the title of the poem, most of the classmates looked confused, as if they had never heard of it.

Even the diligent student Chizuru was somewhat puzzled, racking her brains but unable to recall how the poem went.

Hikari, however, couldn't help but ask Shirakawa Miwa again, "Shirakawa-sensei, are you sure you want me to recite 'Spring View'?"

Shirakawa Miwa, thinking Hikari was scared, immediately nodded in confirmation, "Yes! I want you to recite this one."

'Spring View' and 'Climbing the Stork Tower' were both Chinese ancient poems selected for Japanese textbooks, but the difficulty of reciting 'Spring View' was obviously greater, and its position in the textbook was further back. At this grade and age, Hikari should not have been able to recite it.

So Shirakawa Miwa was now full of confidence, hands on her hips, waiting to see Hikari struggle.

Seeing Shirakawa Miwa's smug look, Hikari was somewhat helpless.

If it were any other poem, even if he could recite it, he would pretend not to, to give Shirakawa Miwa some face.

After all, he knew Shirakawa Miwa's personality; sometimes she was like a little girl, wanting to regain face after losing, but if she really wanted to punish him, she would probably feel sorry and let him sit down early.

But 'Spring View' was a poem by the Sage of Poetry.

Hikari remembered it clearly. Although he could recite it now, pretending not to would make him feel guilty.

Under the gaze of Shirakawa Miwa, who thought she had a sure win and was even ready to punish Hikari, Hikari shook his head and began to recite again.

"The nation is broken, mountains and rivers remain, in the city spring, grass and trees grow deep."

"Moved by the times, flowers shed tears, hating separation, birds startle the heart."

"Beacon fires have burned for three months, a letter from home is worth ten thousand in gold."

"White hair scratched becomes shorter, soon unable to hold a hairpin."

Seeing Hikari once again recite 'Spring View' with an elegant and natural expression, in a calm and relaxed tone, Shirakawa Miwa's eyes widened.

The classmates in the class couldn't help but curiously take out their phones.

One of them quickly operated and announced, "I Googled it! The poem Hikari-kun just recited is called 'Spring View'. It's a poem by Du Mu of the Tang Dynasty."

"Wow! Amazing! Hikari-kun is really incredible."

"Hikari-kun is so handsome! He can recite any poem!"

At this moment, the whole class naturally started clapping, and even the boys who were jealous of Hikari's popularity with girls couldn't help but be impressed.

This poem, which was in Hikari's middle school textbook in his previous life, was indeed not yet taught in Japan at this time, so being able to recite it gave them a really impressive feeling.

At this moment, the class representative Chizuru couldn't help but look at Hikari with a hint of admiration. For a serious girl like her, Hikari, the 'top student', had a natural attraction.

After all, he not only could recite poems but was also super handsome.

But when it came to shock, the most shocked was naturally Shirakawa Miwa on the podium.

Before asking, she didn't believe Hikari could recite 'Spring View', which hadn't been taught yet, so now she was utterly speechless.

Her beautiful eyes just stared blankly at Hikari, momentarily forgetting to speak.

Seeing Shirakawa Miwa's wide-eyed, slightly open-mouthed cute expression, Hikari smiled and proactively asked, "Shirakawa-sensei, can I sit down now?"

Hearing this, Shirakawa Miwa instantly came back to her senses and said with a bit of annoyance, "Sit, sit, sit! Hurry up and sit down. Look at how capable you are. If you're so capable, why don't you come up to the podium and sit with me, and attend class together."

"I wouldn't dare, my shallow knowledge is not even one ten-thousandth of Shirakawa-sensei's. Isn't this all from when you tutored me before, and I remembered it?", Hikari said with a smile.

Hearing Hikari's words, the class suddenly understood.

"So that's it!"

"No wonder Hikari can recite all these ancient poems, turns out Shirakawa-sensei taught him before."

"No wonder Shirakawa-sensei went beyond the syllabus to ask Hikari to recite, turns out she gave him extra lessons."

With just a short sentence, Hikari had clearly explained these seemingly unreasonable events.

They would fill in the blanks themselves and come up with what they thought was the most reasonable explanation.

However, after thinking that Shirakawa Miwa had given Hikari extra lessons, many boys in the class looked at Hikari with a bit more envy and jealousy.

After all, this was a chance to be alone with the beautiful and gentle Shirakawa Miwa-sensei. With her great personality, extremely high looks, and hot figure, Shirakawa Miwa's popularity in the school was quite high.

And after hearing Hikari's words, the gloom on Shirakawa Miwa's face and in her heart was instantly swept away, and she couldn't help but grin from ear to ear, blooming with joy.

Because Hikari, after showing off, gave all the face and credit to her, as if all the credit were hers, it felt really great.

Others might not know, but Shirakawa Miwa clearly knew that she had never taught Hikari this, never given him extra lessons.

But... she liked it!

If it were someone else's hardwork she was taking credit for, Shirakawa Miwa would definitely not accept it, as she might not be able to bear it and didn't want to owe favors or leave handles.

But what was her relationship with Hikari?

How many times had she let Hikari take shortcuts?

With such a small matter, Hikari had come to her to let her show off, how could she not accept it.

"Hikari-kun, you can sit down now, oh, I just taught you a few times before, didn't expect you to remember it all."

"It's still your own hard work in studying, and your natural talent is smart enough."

Since Hikari was giving her face, Shirakawa Miwa naturally also sincerely praised Hikari.

Looking at Hikari's handsome face with a smile, Shirakawa Miwa couldn't help but smile with her eyes narrowed.

'Indeed, Hikari-kun is sensible, completely unlike those other immature and superficial male students in the class.'

With Shirakawa Miwa's beauty and figure, it wasn't that there were no male students or even male teachers who wanted to flirt with her, but she had never been interested in anyone else.

Only with Hikari would she have emotional fluctuations.

Sometimes she would feel that this guy was too cute, too sensible, too likable.

Sometimes she would be slightly angered and want to hit him.

It was a mix of love and hate, but she cared a lot anyway.

And now Shirakawa Miwa also clearly understood that Hikari was indeed far from comparable to those ordinary men, this guy was too outstanding.

At this moment, Shirakawa Miwa was really overjoyed, wishing she could rush down and hug Hikari in front of everyone, fiercely pressing him against her full chest to torment him.

But, they were still in class, and there were so many classmates in the class, naturally they couldn't do that.

However, after class, she could reward this sensible little guy well.

Because Shirakawa Miwa was happy, the following class was basically filled with laughter and joy.

After finishing the class with a smile, Shirakawa Miwa called Hikari out as soon as class was over.

"Shirakawa-sensei, what's wrong? Are you going to test me again? If you test me again, I might have to doubt your level. I might have to consider checking your academic qualifications.", Hikari said to Shirakawa Miwa.

Shirakawa Miwa laughed, "Oh, Hikari-kun, you performed so well in class today, how could I test you again, I should reward you!"

Hearing Shirakawa Miwa's pinched voice, speaking in that kind of affected tone, Hikari got goosebumps all over.

Although Shirakawa Miwa's voice was very pleasant, and the affected tone was very coquettish, making Hikari feel a bit of heat.

But usually accustomed to Shirakawa Miwa's unrestrained voice, suddenly hearing the affected tone was still a bit uncomfortable.

Hikari quickly interrupted Shirakawa Miwa, "Shirakawa-sensei, please speak in a normal tone, otherwise, I might have to shut your mouth."

"Oh? With what?" Seemingly in a good mood, the usually gentle and intellectual Shirakawa Miwa actually made a rare dirty joke.

Seeing Hikari's surprised look at her, knowing that what she just said didn't fit her character, Shirakawa Miwa's face turned slightly red, and she quickly returned to normal, "Cough! No more talking, now you come with me to the office."

"What for?", Hikari asked curiously.

"What for? To give you a reward!", Shirakawa Miwa looked at Hikari strangely.

She explained, "You performed very well in class just now, and I am very satisfied."

"You honestly said that I taught you ancient poetry, and didn't take all the credit for yourself, which is very good. Honest good children should be rewarded."

"So, I'm going to give you some rewards."

Looking at Shirakawa Miwa who was talking nonsense with a straight face, Hikari couldn't help but laugh, not exposing her lie, Hikari just smiled and asked, "What reward? Not another saliva feast, right?"

Soon, Hikari followed Shirakawa Miwa to her office.

It must be said that Shirakawa Miwa's figure is truly exceptionally perfect and captivating.

With a wasp waist, ample bosom, long legs, plump buttocks, fair skin, and beautiful features, coupled with that tight-fitting uniform skirt and black pantyhose, it's simply stunning.

It seems she also noticed that Hikari was looking at her.

Shirakawa Miwa gave Hikari a reproachful glance and then said to him, "Haven't you been asking what the reward is? Bring your face closer, and I'll whisper it to you."

Curious, Hikari turned his body, presenting his left cheek to Shirakawa Miwa, signaling her to speak.

Shirakawa Miwa's two pink, moist lips slightly parted, a trace of glistening saliva clinging to the corner of her mouth, but she didn't speak immediately.

Instead, she first brought her mouth close to Hikari's ear, then whispered, "The reward is... ha..."

Originally, Shirakawa Miwa was deliberately lowering her voice to speak, and this kind of voice, heard up close, was already enough to make one's body feel weak.

Not to mention, halfway through her words, Shirakawa Miwa suddenly exhaled a warm breath, spraying it onto Hikari's nerve-filled ear.

In an instant, Hikari felt half of his body go numb, as if an electric current had flashed through him.

That wasn't all; while Hikari's body was tingling, Shirakawa Miwa's small mouth moved slightly downward.

With a 'smack!' sound, her small mouth, painted with bean paste-colored lipstick, left two bright red lip marks on Hikari's face.

"Hehe! How about it, are you moved? To be moved by me, your teacher, Hikari-kun, you're really a pervert!", Shirakawa Miwa mocked.

Although Hikari didn't speak up or admit it, to avoid fueling Shirakawa Miwa's arrogance, he was indeed quite surprised inside.

'Wow!'

'How come Shirakawa-Sensei is so flirtatious today?'

'Isn't she usually just a straightforward and simple person?'

Today, she made Hikari's heart beat faster.

"Shirakawa-sensei, you...", Hikari turned his head, about to say something to Shirakawa Miwa, but suddenly, a fragrant breeze swept over, and two soft lips pressed against his.

Looking at Hikari, whose nose tip was now touching hers and whose lips were tightly pressed against his, Shirakawa Miwa herself seemed not to have expected this either, her beautiful eyes wide open, staring in surprise.

[TL/N: FBI, Open Up!]

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