It was an incredibly thrilling day. Shuichi left the salon feeling light as a feather, increasingly aware of Sayuki's delicate thoughtfulness.
He had only casually mentioned, "It could be even more exciting," and she boldly stepped up to play along.
Unfortunately, she arrived just a tad late. If she had come two minutes earlier, things might have turned out completely differently.
Catching the lady at her most embarrassing moment could have triggered an even more explosive reaction.
But it might also have humiliated her so much that she'd avoid him, refuse to play their little games, or even faint from the intensity.
Sayuki still cared deeply for her sister.
Lost in thought, Shuichi glanced at the flower shop across the street.
The flowers in the window were as captivating as ever, but after what happened that morning, it didn't feel right to go in and admire them.
Shaking his head, he headed toward the management office.
But just as he was about to head upstairs, his phone buzzed.
Shuichi pulled it out and froze. Someone was adding him as a friend, and the note read: Ichika Kitagawa?!
Suspicious, he stepped back out of the office and glanced at the flower shop's window.
From this angle, he couldn't see Ichika inside. After a brief pause, he approved the friend request.
[Sorry to bother you, Chiba-kun. It's getting late tonight. You haven't forgotten about tutoring, right?]
It was indeed a bit late. Shuichi checked the time—more than twenty minutes later than usual.
But the real question was: after witnessing that this morning, how could Ichika so casually invite him for tutoring tonight?
Was she just worldly and unfazed, or did she see the two of them as kids fooling around?
Shuichi couldn't figure it out and decided not to waste brainpower on it. He pocketed his phone and walked toward the flower shop.
Pushing open the door and taking a few steps inside, he spotted her in the corner—a breathtaking figure reclining on a rocking chair.
"Chiba-kun isn't exactly enthusiastic about tutoring, is he?" Ichika teased with a faint smile.
Her natural, relaxed demeanor reminded Shuichi of something Sumire had mentioned before: even when faced with slander or strange looks, Ichika remained calm.
Maybe she was just someone who took everything in stride? Or perhaps she was simply indifferent to others' affairs?
Lost in random thoughts, Shuichi approached and shrugged.
"Tutoring? No student gets excited about that. The ones who actually enjoy studying are the rare weirdos, and I'm clearly not one of them."
"I thought maybe you were too embarrassed to show up because of this morning," Ichika said, eyeing him with curiosity.
"…"
Shuichi hadn't expected her to address it so directly. He froze for a moment, then scratched his hair and sat down.
"Well, maybe a little. Even if I'm not embarrassed, what if you were, Kitagawa-san?"
Ichika clearly wasn't embarrassed. She smiled, her curiosity deepening. "That girl… I heard from Sumire-san that she's your school's student council president?"
"Yup," Shuichi replied, finding her interest a bit odd.
"And apparently a very talented and outstanding student?"
"Yeah," Shuichi nodded.
"This morning, she…" Ichika paused. "What does Chiba-kun think of her… unusual preferences?"
Despite discussing something perverse, Ichika spoke as naturally as if she were analyzing a serious social issue.
Shuichi gave her a thoughtful look, rubbed his chin, and mused, "What do I think? Nothing special, really. Everyone has their own tastes. As long as it's not hurting anyone, who cares?"
It was an honest answer, but not his only thought. At a less calm moment, his first reaction might have been something far weirder.
"I see…" Ichika's curiosity seemed to wane. She nodded noncommittally and shifted to business. "I'm planning to open the shop tomorrow."
"Huh? On a Friday?" Shuichi was surprised. "Why not wait a day? Opening on the weekend would probably be better, right?"
Ichika shook her head. "A quiet opening is fine."
Shuichi nodded, not entirely surprised. It suited her personality.
"Normally, I'd send a wreath for every shop opening, but since you run a flower shop and don't seem to like too much fuss…"
"No need for anything. Just be a bit more enthusiastic about tutoring, Chiba-kun," Ichika said with a light laugh.
"Ugh, how about I just be your first customer instead?" Shuichi joked.
Ichika smiled without responding, simply watching him.
Shuichi gave in. "Fine, I'll come to tutoring like a good boy."
Satisfied, Ichika nodded, casually picking up some materials from the coffee table. "Today, we're studying Japanese poetry."
Shuichi immediately felt confident. This was his forte.
But his confidence quickly fizzled.
Once they started, he realized Ichika's literary expertise far surpassed his own exam-crammed knowledge from his past life.
Her clear, engaging explanations, wide-ranging references, and even familiarity with different versions of poetry were impressive.
Setting aside his laziness, Shuichi studied seriously for a while. It wasn't until it got really late that he left the flower shop to head home and sleep.
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The next morning, Shuichi woke up feeling a heavy weight on his body. Groggily opening his eyes, he figured it was that cute, fair-faced cat making mischief again.
This time, the cat wasn't on his legs but sprawled across his stomach and chest, tugging his pajamas open.
Unable to sleep under the weight, Shuichi gave the cat's butt a playful smack. "Don't you know how heavy you are? A stray cat, eating yourself fat and still climbing all over me."
"Meow~~" The cat seemed to understand, letting out a muffled, slightly annoyed sound but refusing to budge, happily playing under the covers.
Shuichi sighed and grabbed the cat's hind paws, kneading its soft, pink paw pads.
Ticklish, the cat wriggled in protest.
"Still complaining?" Shuichi tugged its tail with one hand and gave its butt another light tap. "You eat my food, drink my drinks, and still have the nerve to protest? Just let me play with you, and I'll give you some milk later."
"Meow…" Seemingly satisfied with the deal, the cat let out a soft, sweet sound, then went back to playing with its toy, letting him mess with its tail.
After wasting some time and relieving the stress built up from sleep, Shuichi fed the cat some milk and got up to wash up.
When he came out of the bathroom, the ungrateful cat was gone. In its place was the perverted student council president, kneeling on the bedroom floor.
Tsuki licked her lips, gazing at Shuichi with longing. "Are we still going to play with Sensei today?"
"Play, play, play—all you think about is playing," Shuichi grumbled, pinching her cheeks and eyeing her soft, pink lips.
"You two sisters—one's obsessed with naughty stuff, the other's always starving."
Tsuki squirmed under the pinch, opening her mouth to reveal a glimpse of her pink tongue and neat teeth.
"Can't help it. I'm the naughty student council president, your little maid. I just love this stuff."
Satisfied, Shuichi let go. "Fine, you can come. We agreed to watch Ultraman at noon today. If you're interested, join us."
Tsuki swallowed hard. "Ultraman, huh? Sounds fun. Sensei's tastes are pretty unique."
His lips twitched into a faint smirk. "Kneel. Now." He pointed to the floor before the chair, his tone sharp. Tsuki sank to her knees, the hardwood biting into her skin, a sensation she relished. She looked up at him, her expression a mix of devotion and defiance, daring him to push her limits.
Shuichi settled into the chair, legs spread, his posture commanding. "Closer," He said, his voice a low growl, patting his thigh. Tsuki crawled forward, her movements deliberate, each shift of her body an act of submission. When she reached him, her hands rested on his knees, her gaze locked on his, waiting for his next command.
"Undo my belt," He said, his tone leaving no room for hesitation. Tsuki's fingers moved quickly, the metallic clink of the buckle echoing in the quiet room. She tugged his jeans open, her touch reverent yet urgent, exposing him. She glanced up, seeking approval, and Shuichi gave a curt nod, his eyes dark with intent.
"Good girl," He said, the words sharp and deliberate. He reached down, gripping her hair firmly, guiding her forward with a controlled tug. "Show me your skills."
Tsuki's lips parted, her breath warm and teasing as she leaned in, her tongue flicking against his cock in a slow, deliberate stroke. "Master…" She murmured, her voice thick with desire, before taking him into her mouth, her lips sealing around him with a slick, eager heat. Shuichi's grip tightened in her hair, a low grunt escaping him as she moved, her tongue swirling with a rhythm that was both worshipful and relentless.
"More," He commanded, his voice rough, pushing her head slightly to set the pace. Tsuki moaned softly, the sound vibrating against him, her masochistic delight evident in the way she pressed closer, craving the pressure of his hand. Her movements grew bolder, her lips and tongue working in tandem, slick and fervent, drawing ragged breaths from him.
The room dissolved around them, the air heavy with the sounds of her devotion—the soft, wet glide of her mouth, her muffled whimpers, his sharp intakes of breath. "Look at me," Shuichi ordered, his voice cutting through the haze. Tsuki's eyes flicked up, wide and glassy, locked on his as she continued, her cheeks hollowing with each motion.
"Yes, Master," She gasped, pulling back briefly, her lips glistening, her voice raw with need. She dove back in, her pace quickening, her hands gripping his thighs as if anchoring herself to him. The intensity built, her submission fueling the heat between them, her moans growing more desperate as she surrendered fully to his control.
Shuichi's breaths grew uneven, his control fraying as the pleasure surged. He tugged her hair harder, a silent command, and Tsuki's responding whimper pushed him closer to the edge. "Take it all," He growled, his voice thick, guiding her with a firm hand. The tension snapped, his release hitting with a force that left him groaning, his fingers tangled in her hair as Tsuki took everything he gave, her devotion unwavering.
When it was over, Shuichi leaned back in the chair, chest heaving, his expression unreadable. Tsuki sat back on her heels, wiping her swollen lips with a trembling hand, her eyes still fixed on him, adoring and expectant. "Did I please you, Master?" She asked, her voice soft, laced with that familiar teasing edge.
Shuichi pulled her up onto his lap, his touch firm but gentle, settling her against him. "You did," he said, his voice low, pressing a kiss to her temple. "But we're not done."
And then he got up from the chair and ordered her to lay on the bed, he removed her panty after lifting her skirt and moved toward her pussy.
*
"Alright, let's go eat," Shuichi said, heading downstairs with Tsuki hurrying after him.
At the ramen shop, Mrs. Akiyama waved them over eagerly. "I went all out making handmade ramen today. Try it and tell me how it compares to the factory-made stuff!"
"Mom gets super motivated when there's a chance to slack off," Tsuki said, facepalming.
"Laziness is the key to human progress," Shuichi quipped.
"Exactly!" Mrs. Akiyama chimed in happily, setting out four bowls of ramen in front of them.
But as she served her eldest daughter, Mrs. Akiyama sniffed the air, then blinked curiously. "Tsuki-chan, do you smell something weird?"
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