My stepsisters are sexy demons, and I must protect them-Chapter 80: A night beyond expectations

~Dammit, it’s just a friendly dinner with my ex-professor... so why the hell am I this nervous...?~

Hakuto trembles.

He’s clearly agitated.

So much that everything that happened earlier today—first the meeting with Akashi, then with Itsu and the mysterious red sphere—has almost faded into the background.

Now, at 6 P.M., he sits on a bench at the side of the road.

They’re on the outskirts of Ashiya.

There isn’t a soul in sight.

And now he understands why Professor Misaki Yuunami chose this exact place for their meeting.

Hakuto did exactly what Misaki asked.

He wore the most elegant clothes he packed for those eight days around the world: a long-sleeved white shirt and velvet pants.

He practically fasted all day.

Only a small snack at midday, just enough to recover after the brief clash with Akashi.

He’s starving.

His stomach growls and twists in knots.

But he’s pretty sure it’s more nerves than hunger.

Professor Yuunami had told him to be there at 6:15 P.M.

And with the punctuality only a teacher could have, at exactly that time, a sleek white luxury car turns the corner and pulls up next to him.

Hakuto can’t help but wonder how a simple teacher can afford to drive a car like that.

But that question evaporates the moment the woman opens the front door.

She gestures for him to get in the passenger seat.

~Is this woman... really Professor Yuunami...?~

It’s not like her beauty is a secret, but up until now, Hakuto had only seen her in formal attire.

Clothes that thoroughly hid her curves.

Her brown hair always tied up in a tight bun.

Now... it’s a completely different story.

Her hair now falls straight over her shoulders.

And her outfit leaves Hakuto completely speechless.

She wears an elegant white evening dress—just like her car.

It has a deep neckline and a high slit that reveals her thigh.

She’s paired it with tall heels and light makeup that still makes a striking impression.

If Hakuto was nervous before, now his brain completely short-circuits.

His gaze moves on its own.

It locks onto her chest and her thigh without a shred of shame.

He doesn’t even consider the risk of being seen as a pervert.

All the blood has left his brain and gone elsewhere.

He doesn’t have enough left to think clearly.

«Come on, Hakuto. Get in the car, or at this rate we’ll make it just in time for breakfast, not dinner,» she teases, her tone playful.

She either doesn’t notice—or pretends not to—where Hakuto’s eyes are glued.

«Y-Yeah, sorry... coming,» he mumbles, still dazed, her voice snapping him back to reality.

Once inside, they merge onto the nearby highway.

Their destination remains a mystery to Hakuto.

A somewhat awkward silence fills the car.

He does his best to avoid staring at the slit in Misaki’s dress whenever she presses the pedals, revealing even more of her thigh.

He also tries—without much success—not to stare at her breasts every time the car hits a bump or pothole.

The silence is broken, thankfully, by another loud growl from his stomach.

«Sounds like you really took my words to heart. Your stomach’s ready to eat itself alive,» she chuckles.

«And judging by the outfit, you really did follow my instructions—you’re quite the gentleman. You look great, Hakuto.»

Hakuto blushes instantly at the compliment.

It sounds genuinely sincere.

«Y-You look great too, Professor Yuunami. That dress... it really suits you...» Hakuto murmurs, his voice barely audible, almost as if he’s afraid the compliment might sound inappropriate.

But there’s no sign of discomfort—she genuinely appreciates it.

Then she gives him a mock-reproachful look.

«Hakuto, really... I’m taking you out to dinner. Do we really have to stick with ’professor’? No formalities tonight, okay?»

Hakuto nods.

After nearly an hour of non-stop driving, Misaki begins to slow down near a massive, elegant-looking building.

Hakuto gulps.

His breath catches.

A heavy pressure starts to build in his chest.

Throughout the ride, he had tried to imagine the kind of place she might take him.

But never, not even in his most hopeful fantasies, had he expected this.

Not just a fancy hotel.

A full-blown luxury complex with a restaurant and a spa.

«Surprise! We’re here!» Misaki announces, visibly excited.

Hakuto, on the other hand, is speechless—his eyes locked on the grand sign that reads Royal Palace Hotel & Spa – ☆☆☆☆☆.

«What’s wrong, Hakuto? Lost for words after seeing the place I picked? Way better than a café downtown, right?» she teases.

But it’s not the luxury that stuns him.

~We’re... we’re at a hotel that’s also a spa...? Misaki really brought me to a place like this...? This is where rich couples go to have fun on the weekends... What the hell are we doing here...? Could it be that my irresistible charm actually got to her? There’s no other explanation... But how the hell can a professor afford a place where dinner probably costs more than her monthly salary...?~

«It’s really... really beautiful... maybe too much,» Hakuto mutters, lowering his gaze to his rather ordinary outfit, clearly unfit for such a fancy place.

«Oh, stop with the nonsense. You look amazing just like that!» Professor Yuunami snaps playfully.

Hakuto barely has time to realize that this incredibly attractive woman just told him he’s beautiful, before he finds himself being pulled into the grand hotel lobby.

It’s so opulent and majestic that his sense of discomfort and inadequacy skyrockets.

But the moment they step inside...

...Misaki affectionately links arms with him.

Hakuto flinches as he feels her elbow brush against her chest. It’s slightly sagging, as expected from someone who’s had a child, yet still remarkable even without enhancements, especially for a woman in her forties.

«A quick bath at the spa before dinner wouldn’t have been bad, but I guess your stomach isn’t strong enough to wait any longer. Let’s do that after dinner,» she says, now sitting across from Hakuto at the luxurious hotel restaurant.

Overwhelmed by all the luxury, Hakuto just nods automatically—only realizing a moment later what she actually just said.

~A... bath together...?~

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