Exhausted beyond measure and without a massage to ease the strain, Shuichi intended to close his eyes for a brief nap. Instead, he drifted into a deep, groggy sleep, not waking until the middle of the night.
Glancing at the faint starlight outside the window, a wave of intense soreness hit him, making him suck in a sharp breath.
No kidding—if he didn't get the salon's massage to recover, the pure fitness buffs would lead to this kind of aftermath.
Without proper recovery, there was no way he could continue the next day, and the actual benefits of the buffs would be heavily diminished.
By the same logic, without the ramen shop's nutritional boost to fuel his training, the effects would be weakened at best—or he'd burn himself out at worst.
One without the other just wouldn't cut it.
With that in mind, Shuichi endured the muscle discomfort, rolled out of bed, and hobbled awkwardly, leaning against the wall for support. The sisters were a package deal, and without one, it just wasn't the same.
He grabbed his phone from the bedside, limping forward while checking it. Several unread messages awaited.
One was from Ichika Kitagawa: [Skipping tutoring again today?]
Just that one line. No reply, and Ichika hadn't followed up. Shuichi glanced at the time—1 a.m. Obviously too late to respond.
The rest were from Fumika-san.
[Chiba-kun, sorry, I got back late. Should I come over for a massage now?]
[Chiba-kun? Are you upset? I'm really sorry. I wanted to come back sooner, but I picked up some lingerie as compensation—how's that?]
[Chiba-kun… how can I make it up to you? I dug out the sailor uniform, or is there something else you'd like to try?]
[Sayuki said you might've been too tired and fell asleep. If that's the case, I'm relieved…]
Reading through them, Shuichi couldn't help but smirk. Fumika-san was just too adorable…
No worries, he wasn't upset. Time for a midnight ambush.
Without her massage, he couldn't sleep well anyway—the soreness was unbearable.
When Shuichi reached the living room, he grabbed the salon's keys from the entryway, then dragged his aching body toward the salon.
The short distance took him over ten minutes, and by the time he reached the Ogawa sisters' bedroom door, he was sweating from the pain.
Victory was in sight. Shuichi quietly turned the knob and slipped inside.
He'd checked out the place yesterday, so despite the dim light, he made his way to the bedside without issue.
Looking at the two sleeping figures under the covers, only their faces visible, Shuichi realized he couldn't tell who was who.
Not that it mattered much. He'd just go for the closer one.
Lifting the blanket, he revealed the plush figure beneath. Shuichi reached for the tempting thighs under the loose nightgown.
He gave them a squeeze, feeling the soft, smooth flesh, and instantly knew—it was Fumika-san, no doubt.
Lucky guess on the first try.
"Mmm…" Fumika let out a soft hum in her sleep.
Following the sound, Shuichi moved to her head, leaning down to kiss the source. His hands grazed her cool, soft arms, then slid to her ribs.
"Mmph…" Fumika, kissed in her sleep, seemed to dream of something, unconsciously responding, returning Shuichi's kisses.
Her enticing body, wrapped in the loose nightgown, began to squirm, as if reacting to something.
Seeing this, Shuichi didn't waste time. He climbed onto the bed, took her hand, and placed it on his waist.
As expected, Fumika instinctively began kneading and massaging. The soreness in his waist eased significantly, a wave of relief washing over him. He let out a sigh of salvation.
He'd confirmed yesterday—the bedroom counted as part of the salon, so the buffs applied here too, likely because the second floor was mixed-use.
It didn't take long for Fumika to sense something was off. She slowly woke up, but thanks to last time's experience, she didn't panic. She quickly confirmed it was Shuichi.
In a sleepy, syrupy voice, she murmured, "Why's Chiba-kun sneaking in and scaring me again? Sayuki's right here…"
"It's fine, Sayuki-san's asleep, and it's not like she hasn't seen this before. I didn't get your massage today, and my body's killing me."
As he spoke, Shuichi reached over to the other figure, giving Sayuki's thigh a quick grab.
That was enough to wake her, even if she'd been dead asleep.
"No, wait, let's go to the massage room downstairs," Fumika said, struggling to get up, but Shuichi held her back.
"I can't wait, Fumika-san. Just a quick massage here, please? I'm dying from the soreness."
"We need to go downstairs for a proper massage…" Fumika whined, still insistent.
"Right here's fine. I can barely walk, and you're probably not much better, right? Just keep it quiet, and we're good."
As he said this, Shuichi gave Sayuki's thigh another squeeze. This time, she reacted, swatting his hand away irritably.
"Mmm… fine, but keep it small—voice and movements," Fumika mumbled, her body soft and her mind foggy. She really wasn't up for walking.
Nor did she want to leave the cozy bed.
After worrying all evening that he was upset, seeing him show up like this filled her with relief and joy. She couldn't care less about the details.
"That's up to you, Fumika-san—voice and movements. I'm fine either way, but my body's so sore, I'll need you to take the lead."
Shuichi whispered teasingly in her ear.
Fumika's sleepiness hadn't fully faded, and her emotions were stirring. She felt like she was caught between a dream and reality.
Struggling to sit up, she flipped the script, making him lie down. Straddling his abdomen, she pressed her hands to his chest. "Where does Chiba-kun hurt? I'll help…"
"Everywhere hurts. Just don't miss a single spot."
"Okay…" Her eyes hazy, Fumika began her massage, moving like she was sleepwalking.
Beside them, Sayuki was fed up. Restless during the day, restless at night, and now a midnight raid? Enough was enough…
Was he that obsessed?
Irritated, she stealthily reached over and pinched Shuichi's arm hard, making him grimace.
"Chiba-kun? Was that too much? I'll go lighter…" Fumika, still half-asleep, eased up when she noticed.
"No, it's just too good. Keep going, Fumika-san," Shuichi said, his right hand slipping under the neighboring blanket to mess with Sayuki again.
*
After the massage, Shuichi felt much lighter. Most of the muscle soreness had faded. One more round, and he'd be good as new.
He held Fumika, who'd gotten up in the middle of the night to help him, stroking her sweat-dampened thighs and kissing her flushed cheek.
"Can't go a day without you, Fumika-san. Sayuki-san worked me to death, and only you can bring me back."
Fumika loved hearing this, loved feeling needed and adored. She nuzzled her face against his.
"Then I'll always massage Chiba-kun. As long as you don't get tired of me, I'll always be here."
"Tired of you? Never. You're so perfect, I could hold you like this forever," Shuichi said, kneading her sweaty thighs, unable to get enough.
"Mmm…" Fumika kissed his cheek. "Oh, one thing… the flower shop across the street opened today. I bought a bouquet."
Shuichi brushed aside the sweat-soaked hair sticking to her face. "And?"
"The owner, Kitagawa-san, is just so beautiful. I've never seen someone like her… and her figure's so balanced, her aura is incredible…"
"What's Fumika-san getting at?" Shuichi asked, amused.
"Just… she's so much better than me. Someone like her must be what men like most, right?"
There it was—Fumika's old habit of feeling inferior, always thinking her figure wasn't good enough.
Shuichi sighed. "Can't you feel where my hand is right now? If I didn't absolutely love your thighs, would I spend so much time on them every single time? You think I'm faking that?"
Feeling the heat of his hand, Fumika's worries melted away. "Mmm… I'm so glad Chiba-kun likes them…"
"And don't even think about losing weight. I love you exactly as you are," Shuichi added preemptively.
"Ugh…" Fumika squirmed, caught. She had considered dieting, but work always got in the way, and she'd forgotten.
"Oh, and Kitagawa-san's flower shop runs kind of strangely. I went to buy a bouquet this morning, and all the bouquets were pre-arranged with prices marked. You just pay and take one—no interaction needed. Kitagawa-san was in the corner reading on a rocking chair, sometimes even going upstairs, completely ignoring customers."
"Self-service, huh," Shuichi said, chuckling. "That tracks with her personality. She's a friend of my teacher—super aloof, not big on socializing. Sometimes she comes off as hard to approach, like you've offended her, but that's just how she is with everyone—polite but distant. Even my teacher, who's known her for years, still calls her by her last name."
"Wow… she's unique," Fumika said, clearly intrigued by Ichika.
No surprise there—Ichika had that kind of presence, effortlessly drawing attention regardless of gender. Sumire Namase was proof of that.
"Forget that—have you rested enough, Fumika-san? Ready for another massage?" Shuichi asked, nibbling her ear.
"Mmm…"
Fumika's hands worked their magic, easing the knots in Shuichi's muscles, but the heat between them was building fast. Her nightgown rode up, exposing more of her plush thighs, and Shuichi couldn't resist. His hands slid up her legs, fingers tracing the sensitive skin until they reached the hem of her panties. Fumika's breath hitched, her hazy eyes meeting his in the dim light.
"Chiba-kun…" She whispered, her voice a mix of sleep and desire, "You said just a massage…"
"I lied," He teased, his voice low and husky. His fingers hooked under the fabric, tugging gently. "You're too irresistible, Fumika-san."
Her cheeks flushed, but she didn't pull away. Instead, she leaned down, her lips brushing his in a tentative kiss that quickly deepened. Shuichi's hands roamed higher, cupping her hips, pulling her closer until her warmth pressed against him. The loose nightgown slipped off one shoulder, revealing soft, pale skin that glistened faintly in the starlight.
Fumika's hands stilled on his chest, her fingers trembling as she gave in to the moment. "We have to be quiet," She murmured, glancing nervously at Sayuki's sleeping form.
Shuichi grinned, guiding her to shift lower, aligning their bodies. "You're the one who needs to keep it down," He whispered, his lips grazing her ear. He lifted her nightgown higher, exposing her fully, and she gasped softly as his hands explored her curves, savoring every inch.
With a gentle push, he rolled her onto her back, settling between her thighs. Fumika's eyes fluttered shut, her body arching instinctively as he kissed a trail down her neck, her collarbone, then lower. Her soft moans filled the quiet room, barely muffled as she bit her lip. Shuichi's hands were relentless, teasing and caressing, drawing out every shudder and sigh.
"Chiba-kun… please…" Fumika's voice was a needy whisper, her hands gripping his shoulders as she pulled him closer.
He didn't make her wait. With a slow, deliberate motion, he entered her, and Fumika's breath caught, her body tensing before melting into him. The rhythm started gentle, each movement careful to keep the bed from creaking too loudly, but the intensity built quickly. Fumika's nails dug into his back, her legs wrapping around him as she matched his pace, her earlier sleepiness replaced by raw, uninhibited desire.
Beside them, Sayuki stirred, her irritation palpable even in her half-sleep. She muttered something incoherent, rolling over, but neither Shuichi nor Fumika paid her any mind. The world narrowed to just the two of them, lost in the heat and rhythm of their connection.
As they neared the edge, Fumika's soft cries grew sharper, and Shuichi covered her mouth with a deep kiss, swallowing her sounds. Her body trembled beneath him, and with a final, shuddering thrust, they both found release, collapsing into each other's arms, breathless and spent.
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