Kasumigaoka Utaha walked over, closed the iron door behind her with a creak, then came to sit across from Sato. Crossing her legs, she looked at him with interest.
"I was just taking a call. Besides, didn't you hear it?"
Sato shrugged, looking at the girl before him with a teasing expression.
Kasumigaoka Utaha froze for a moment, a faint blush flashing across her face. She feigned composure as she brushed a strand of hair by her cheek behind her ear.
"What are you talking about, sensei? I don't understand at all."
"Oh? So you didn't catch anything after standing behind the door listening for so long?"
Sato could not help but laugh.
Kasumigaoka Utaha's expression stiffened slightly. In the end, she looked at Sato with a faintly reproachful gaze and said, "Sensei, your hearing is that good?"
"It's just a feeling. Like some kind of alert that goes off whenever Kasumigaoka appears nearby."
"Oh my, just a 'for example'? So it's not exclusive to me?"
"Sorry, it's not."
"Then it must be something that triggers whenever a beautiful girl is nearby. Sensei, you really are a pervert."
Sato rolled his eyes. He was a perfectly respectable person.
He leaned back slightly against the chair and closed his eyes.
Fortunately, it was a cloudy day. The sun was hidden behind thick clouds, and there was no scorching heat.
The sea breeze drifted in gently, brushing against his face with a faint ticklish sensation.
Hm? Something's off!
Sato opened his eyes and saw Kasumigaoka Utaha right in front of him. The girl's beautiful face carried a hint of allure. Her long black hair was held back by a white headband, while a few loose strands brushed against his face in the breeze.
Seeing him wake, the girl blinked playfully.
Sato crossed his arms and looked at her warily. "What are you trying to do? I sell my talent, not my body."
Kasumigaoka Utaha immediately showed a look of disdain. "Sensei, you're overthinking it. With those skinny arms and legs of yours, I'm not interested."
"So Kasumigaoka likes athletic types?"
"Hm? I never said that. Pay attention to the question, sensei."
"So... did we just steer into that topic?"
Sato looked at her with a strange expression.
Kasumigaoka, you really are something. Even I, an experienced driver, can't keep up with your pace.
Just then, footsteps echoed from the stairwell. As they drew closer, Sawamura Eriri's voice could be heard.
"Why are you always so fast, Kasumigaoka?!"
Creak!
The iron door was pushed open, and Sawamura Eriri walked out with an annoyed expression.
Seeing the two on the rooftop, she blinked, then closed the door and walked over to find a seat beside them. Looking up at Sato, she asked in surprise, "Why are you here?"
"Nothing, I just suddenly felt like coming to see Kashiwagi Eri-sensei."
"I told you not to call me that, idiot!"
Sawamura Eriri's face flushed red. She stood up and lightly kicked Sato with her leg clad in white stockings.
"Sorry, it's a habit."
Sato smiled apologetically, though whether he would actually change was another matter.
After all, Kashiwagi Eri-sensei was just too cute, whether she was angry or embarrassed. Teasing her was addictive.
Seeing his expression, Sawamura Eriri gritted her teeth, then sighed as if giving up.
She pulled over a table, placed her drawing board on it, and got to work.
"Drawing manga?"
"Yeah. Akasaka-sensei said the manga section is going live soon, so we need to prepare early."
Sawamura Eriri lowered her head and began drawing, looking so busy that she did not even have time to keep chatting with Sato.
Kasumigaoka Utaha sat back down and crossed her legs again.
As one of the most famous beauties at the private high school, Kasumigaoka Utaha truly had the capital to back it up. Aside from her captivating face, her legs, wrapped in black stockings, were particularly eye-catching.
Her smooth, delicate skin was hidden beneath the thin fabric, which clung tightly to her legs, accentuating their elegant shape.
Sato could not help but glance a couple of times, then suddenly smiled as if recalling something.
Kasumigaoka Utaha raised an eyebrow, a hint of pride flashing in her eyes. Still, she spoke in a soft, teasing tone. "Oh my, sensei, what are you smiling about? I suddenly feel like I'm in danger."
Though she said that, she looked more like she was provoking him.
Sawamura Eriri, who had been focusing on her work, shot a wary glance at Kasumigaoka Utaha, then looked at Sato with suspicion.
This guy isn't behaving himself again, is he?
Sato remained calm and said with a light smile, "I just suddenly thought of something I saw online."
"What was it?"
Sawamura Eriri stopped drawing and asked curiously.
"Well... it's about why girls wear stockings."
The two girls were taken aback, then instinctively glanced down at their legs beneath their skirts.
Kasumigaoka Utaha wore alluring black stockings, covering her full, shapely thighs.
Sawamura Eriri wore pure white stockings, covering her delicate, slender calves.
Two different styles, each with its own charm.
Regardless of black or white, both highlighted the beautiful curves of their legs. The smooth texture of stockings naturally enhanced their appearance, which was why many girls wore them.
After looking at their own legs, both girls nodded in satisfaction, feeling they had done justice to the beauty of stockings.
Sawamura Eriri looked back up at Sato. "So what was the explanation online?"
Sato's expression turned slightly strange. "You probably won't want to hear it."
Kasumigaoka Utaha frowned slightly, staring at him. "Is it something vulgar?"
"Not exactly vulgar, but you definitely won't like it."
Sawamura Eriri frowned. "Stop dragging it out and just say it."
"You asked for it."
Sato muttered, then cleared his throat and looked at the two girls.
"They said girls wear stockings just to... cover the hair on their legs."
Eriri and Kasumigaoka Utaha froze for a moment, then both widened their eyes.