Naomi lay back, skirt bunched at her hips, panties on the floor. Her heart raced, nerves mixing with want. She'd given Shuichi a handjob once, a blowjob another time, her inexperience clear but eager. He'd eaten her out, his tongue making her shake. Now, they were trying 69, her first time. She was a virgin, and his big, experienced cock intimidated her.
Shuichi straddled her face, his thick cock hard, tip wet. "You sure, sensei?" He asked, voice low, rough.
She nodded, biting her lip. "I want to."
He smiled, hungry but gentle, and lowered himself, his fingers parting her slick pussy. Naomi gripped his shaft, stroking like he'd shown her—firm, slow, twisting at the tip. He groaned, and she felt bolder. His tongue flicked her clit, and she gasped, pleasure jolting her.
She kissed his cock, tasting salt, and took him in, lips stretching, tongue swirling. Shuichi groaned, hips twitching, but he stayed gentle. "Easy," He said, licking her deeper, tongue sliding through her folds, circling her clit. Naomi moaned around his cock, the vibration making him groan louder.
Their rhythm was off at first—Naomi's focus split between his tongue and her effort to suck him. But she found a pace, lips and hands working together. Shuichi's tongue was relentless, teasing her clit, then plunging inside. Her pussy throbbed, wet and swollen. The room echoed with wet sounds, moans, and the bed's creak.
"Shuichi-kun," She gasped, pulling back, hand still stroking. "I'm close."
"Me too," He panted, tongue thrusting into her, then back to her clit. "Come, sensei."
Her orgasm hit hard, hips bucking, a cry escaping as her pussy clenched under his tongue. Shuichi groaned, her release pushing him over. His cock pulsed, cum spilling into her mouth. She swallowed some, the rest dripping down her chin as she gasped.
They collapsed, panting. Shuichi rolled off, pulling her close on the narrow bed. Naomi's face was flushed, but she smiled shyly.
"You okay?" He asked, brushing hair from her face.
"Yeah," She said, voice soft. "That was intense."
He kissed her forehead.
*
Shuichi looked at Naomi. "About my earlier proposal, do you want to reconsider it, sensei?"
Naomi tilted her head, her face a little flushed. She didn't dare to look at him, and her hands were stiff at her sides, afraid to move.
"Can we not talk about this?"
"But it's bothering you, isn't it? You keep getting reminded of painful things at home, and staying with Nagase-sensei isn't very convenient," Shuichi said, holding her hands.
"Wouldn't it be inconvenient for you too, Shuichi-kun?" Naomi's chest felt hot. For some reason, she felt like she wanted to say yes; after all, she really couldn't stand being at home anymore.
"It's not inconvenient at all." Shuichi leaned in, found her lips, and gave her a kiss before pulling back up.
Naomi licked her lips, as if his warmth was still there. "No, I can't. This is already too much. Once I help you find a girlfriend, you should forget about me, okay?"
Shuichi felt a little helpless but didn't push it. After all, "the last time" had been said so many times already. Some things just couldn't be stopped.
"Then if you feel distressed at home, how about you send me a message before you go to sleep? At least that way, it might calm you down enough to sleep, don't you think?"
"Wouldn't that be too much trouble for you, Shuichi-kun? Having to comfort me before bed and all that?" Naomi felt a little embarrassed.
Shuichi smiled. "To be honest, while I do want to comfort you, it seems like you're the one taking care of me more, isn't it? Like right now."
Naomi's lips parted slightly, and she exhaled slowly. "Then I'll have to trouble you, Shuichi-kun. What time do you usually go to bed?"
"Anytime before midnight is fine," Shuichi said, thinking that he couldn't always get to bed by midnight anyway and that it depended on the situation.
"That's a bit late for a student," Naomi said, looking at the clock on the wall. "It's almost... time for class, isn't it, Shuichi-kun?"
"Yeah... almost. I'll leave right away..." Shuichi took a deep breath and quickly got up.
Shuichi got up, tidied himself up, and was ready to leave. He saw Naomi clutching a damp wipe and buttoning her shirt, and he couldn't resist leaning in, hugging her, and giving her a kiss.
"This time, we really can't waste any more time. Shuichi-kun, please listen to me, okay? Hurry back to class."
Naomi's hand, still holding the wipe, froze in mid-air. She chided him with an exasperated but amused tone.
"But this is the last time, you know? It's hard to let go," Shuichi teased.
Naomi shot him a sideways glance. "You just love to tease me. First, you teased Sumire-chan, and now you're starting on me."
"So it's not the last time?" Shuichi asked with a light laugh as he let go of her.
"It is the last time," Naomi replied with a touch of playful indignation. "Alright, now let go of me."
"Okay, I'm leaving right away. I just have something I want to give you, but I'm worried it might be inappropriate and that you'll get angry..." Shuichi seemed hesitant.
"What is it? A gift for me?" Naomi asked out of curiosity. "Shuichi-kun, I won't be angry, even if the gift is a bit inappropriate."
Shuichi reached into his pocket and, while pulling out a small gift, explained, "The thing is, I've been on the receiving end of your care, and it seems like you're not getting a good experience out of it. So I thought, since you don't want to go that far, maybe this could make you feel a little better..."
As he explained and the small gift gradually came into view, Naomi finally understood why he was so hesitant.
"You're a bad influence," Naomi said, giving him a disgruntled glare.
"Oh, you're angry after all," Shuichi said, looking dejected. "But I really just felt it was unfair for me to be the only one enjoying your care. And with this, you can still feel some comfort even at night over the phone..."
Seeing Shuichi's crestfallen expression, as if he was afraid of being blamed, Naomi couldn't help but chuckle. She took the small gift from his hand.
"Alright, I'm not angry. But it's not good for a student like you to be buying things like this. I'll take this, but don't you ever give things like this to girls casually again, or you'll be seen as a pervert, got it?"
Shuichi visibly relaxed and then asked with a hopeful expression, "So, will you use it?"
"..." Without another word, Naomi pressed on his shoulder, forcefully turned him around, and pushed him toward the door. "Hurry back to class."
Shuichi let her push him to the door. He held the doorknob, opened the door, and just before stepping out, asked again, "So, will you use it?"
Naomi was so annoyed she wanted to hit him on the head. "Yes, I'll use it, I'll use it, okay? Now hurry back to the classroom."
Finally satisfied, Shuichi said, "I hope you like it. I'm leaving now."
Naomi watched his retreating back, shaking her head with a wry smile. What was this? Her own student giving her a gift like this, worried she'd be lonely at night.
But...
She looked down at the small, exquisite gift in her palm. Subconsciously, she sniffed the damp wipe in her other hand. She suddenly felt that maybe it really could help relieve some negative emotions.
At least it was better than keeping them bottled up inside...
*
Dismissal from school was a little late today because they were voting on the school festival project, but it didn't really take up much time.
After An suggested takoyaki, it was a near-unanimous vote.
The other suggestions, like a maid café or a haunted house, were just the same old thing, so they might as well support their class president.
After all, who would dare not give the student council president's sister some respect?
With the decision made so easily, Shuichi headed back to the shopping district.
He dropped his bag off on the first floor of the management office. He looked at the second-floor window of the gym, and when he didn't see Sayuki, he crept into Haruka's clothing store like a thief.
Haruka's studio was much tidier now. While it hadn't been renovated, she had used a similar approach to Ichika. Using her skills, she had added some simple fabric decorations, and it looked quite nice.
"Hiding from someone just to come here to me? Am I really that appealing to you?" Haruka asked with an amused smile when she saw the way he came in.
"I was completely captivated the first time I saw you, Haruka-san. I'm so smitten that I can't sleep at night if I don't see you every day. I just couldn't help it."
Shuichi was usually honest with most people, just skillful and selective with his words, but with Haruka, he was full of hot air.
Haruka, of course, didn't believe him. She gave him a seductive glare. "Shuichi-kun, you don't even blink when you lie. It seems you do this to fool a lot of people, don't you?"
"No, I'm usually very honest. It's only because you told me to say things that girls like to hear."
As Shuichi spoke, he reached out curiously and touched a bolt of fabric hanging on a rack.
"Why did you come here specifically? To supervise? This is a good time to pick out a color you like," Haruka said, walking closer to him and teasing.
"As for the color, as long as it's not too bright, I'm fine with anything. You can pick whatever you want, Haruka-san," Shuichi said, listening intently. "More importantly, I think I hear that buzzing sound again."
Haruka swept her hair back. "I can't help it. I'm all alone, so I need some comfort. Does that bother you, Shuichi-kun? Are you imagining strange things?"
"I am, actually. You wouldn't kidnap a young boy like me, would you?"
Shuichi's cautious expression made Haruka laugh.
"Oh, you never know. A young man like you could easily be eaten up by me~"
After a moment of playful banter, Shuichi finally got to the point.
"Uchida said he's coming to see you tomorrow. It seems your mother asked him to come because she's worried about you."
"It looks like I've caused you trouble, Shuichi-kun," Haruka said, her smile fading a little.
"It's not trouble. But you have to finish the clothes soon, Haruka-san. It's getting colder, and I'll freeze to death without clothes made by your own hands," Shuichi joked when he saw her expression.
"Don't worry, I'll finish it as soon as I can. Shuichi-kun, you should go home quickly, before I can't control myself and want to eat you up," Haruka said, patting his lower back and urging him.
"I'll take that as a genuine threat," Shuichi said, shrugging his shoulders and walking a couple of steps before stopping and turning around. "Is something wrong, Haruka-san?"
"What's wrong?" Haruka looked down at herself. "The clothes? Am I dressed too simply and plainly for a fashion designer?"
"Not that," Shuichi shook his head. "Are you making that buzzing sound on purpose when I'm around?"
Haruka chuckled and shook her head. "Do you wish I was doing this to seduce you, Shuichi-kun? Then I'm afraid you'll be disappointed. I'm simply too lonely. I can't live without it most of the time."
"Then that's even stranger, isn't it?" Shuichi's expression became a little more serious. "Even if a person has a strong desire, it shouldn't be to this extent."
"You're right..." Haruka was speechless.
"Have you seen a doctor? I've heard that this kind of addiction is a type of illness," Shuichi said with concern.
"I have," Haruka said, her smile becoming a little more bitter. "I even took some medication, but it didn't have much of an effect, and the side effects were pretty severe, so I stopped."
"Is that so?" Shuichi said, stroking his chin. "You must be very distressed, Haruka-san. Maybe I can help."
"Oh?" Haruka's eyes shifted, and she looked at him coquettishly. "That sounds sincere. How do you plan to help, Shuichi-kun? By helping me yourself?"
Shuichi gave a helpless laugh. "You're still making jokes at a time like this, Haruka-san. I'm being very serious."
"Even though I'm a little tempted, I don't want to trouble you, Shuichi-kun. The hospital I went to was one of the best in Tokyo, and even they didn't have a good solution."
Haruka ran her hand through her hair, exposing her smooth forehead. She exuded an indescribable seductive aura.
"Just give it a try, if you really need help, Haruka-san," Shuichi said before leaving without waiting for her reply.
Anyway, the system didn't require verbal consent. It just needed the excellent shop owner to truly need it in her heart.
But he didn't have any money now. He'd have to wait until he got paid on Friday.
Asking Sayuki to lend him money to buy a lollipop for a silly girl would probably be met with eagerness, but asking to borrow money to help Haruka-san would probably make her want to bite him.
Besides, it wouldn't be appropriate.
Thinking this, Shuichi walked to the middle of the street and looked up at the gym, where he saw that familiar figure flash by again.
Then, he skillfully pulled out his phone and sent a message to Sayuki.
[A friend is coming to visit his sister tomorrow, so I went to tell her.]
[Why are you telling me this? You can go wherever you want,] Sayuki said, a smile forming at the corner of her lips as she looked at her phone.
[Because I wanted to tell you, Sayuki-san. As for where I want to go... don't you already know?]
[I don't.]
[Then I'll show you when we work out tonight.]
Sayuki let out an exasperated scoff. [All you think about is things like that, you little pervert.]
[I didn't even say what "that" was. You're the one who thought of it, Sayuki-san. Who's the real pervert here?]
[Don't get smart with me. I'm going back to work.]
[Before you get busy, how about a look at your legs?]
[...thigh.JPG]
[Nice~]
Shuichi smiled, put his phone away, and went back to the management office to enjoy his rare, leisurely moment of the day.
*
After resting until dinner, An happily came over with a food container again. The moment she entered, her eyes sparkled as she showed off.
"Shuichi-kun! I made takoyaki, want to try some?"
Shuichi looked at her plump little belly with an amused expression and reached out to rub it. "How much did you eat? No wonder you're so generous to offer me some."
"I don't know why, but it tastes so much better than before. I ate all the ingredients without even realizing it. But Mom also gave some to the customers, and they all said it was delicious," An said, showing off with a happy expression.
"It looks like An-chan has the potential to become a takoyaki queen," Shuichi said with a laugh.
"Queen..." An's face was instantly filled with longing. "Becoming a takoyaki queen? Then I could be on equal footing with Mom, right? She wouldn't be able to bully me all the time."
"..." Shuichi was speechless. This silly girl was taking his random words seriously. Didn't "takoyaki queen" sound weird?
He rubbed the silly girl's head with a wry smile. "Alright, let's eat first. But you're probably too full, aren't you? You'll just have to watch me eat."
"Ah, that sounds terrible. Just watching someone else eat..." An was stunned for a moment, and then her eyes became hopeful. "Can I have dessert after dinner?"
"Ice cream?" Shuichi raised an eyebrow. "Alright, since it won't give you a stomachache anyway."
An immediately became happy again. She put down the food container, set out his dinner, and then ran excitedly to the refrigerator.
"Phew..."
Shuichi blew on his noodle soup. The rich aroma whetted his appetite. For the past few days, the silly girl had been making him dinner, and her cooking had improved significantly. It seemed she really had inherited her mother's talent for cooking.
She had also inherited her lazy personality.
"Is it good?" An came back from the kitchen, licking her popsicle. A strange joy welled up inside her as she watched Shuichi eat with gusto.
It felt a little weird to her. In the past, when she watched others eat while she couldn't, it was somewhat agonizing.
But for some reason, watching Shuichi-kun eat with such enjoyment made her inexplicably happy.
Was it the satisfaction of having her cooking appreciated? Had she finally grasped the soul of cooking?
An felt a little smug and proud. I'm so amazing, as expected!
Shuichi looked up at her. "Is there no more vanilla ice cream left? Just popsicles?"
"Mmm, this is good too. It's sweet," An was never picky. Even if it was just sweetened ice, she ate it with relish.
Watching her made Shuichi's mouth feel a little dry, and he blurted out, "Is it really that sweet? Let me have a taste."
"Huh?" An was taken aback. She licked her lips, clearly a little reluctant, but still held it out to him.
Shuichi found it a little funny. This girl was so protective of her food. Her mother clearly hadn't neglected her.
He leaned in and tasted the popsicle in her hand. It wasn't anything special, but... it was sweet, and it tasted like a girl.
Seeing that he didn't take a big bite like his sister would have, An was relieved. She squinted her eyes and smiled happily. "Shuichi-kun, you're so nice~"
"What did I do that was so nice?" Shuichi was completely confused and continued to eat his noodles.
An was about to complain about her sister, but then she looked at the popsicle in her hand, blinked, and asked, "Does this count as an indirect kiss?"
Her sudden question made Shuichi's chopsticks pause. "You've used the class president's bento box before, and we even shared chopsticks when I fed her. It's about the same, so no, it probably doesn't."
"Oh..." An thought about it and felt he was right, so she didn't dwell on it. "Oh, that's right. I want to go to the gym with you tonight, Shuichi-kun. Is that okay?"
"Why the sudden interest in the gym?" Shuichi asked with a puzzled expression.
"Ogawa-san's figure looks really cool. Would you like me more if I had abs?" An asked with hopeful eyes.
Shuichi put down his chopsticks and pulled her into his arms, giving her a little peck on her smooth cheek.
"You don't need to change for me, class president. You're perfect just the way you are. But working out is a good thing if you're not forcing yourself."
"Hmm... I'll try. If it's too tiring, I'll just give up," An replied obediently. Then, she tilted her head and asked, "What about the massages? Will you still help me with that, Shuichi-kun?"
Shuichi's movements paused, and he pondered for a moment. "I still have to help you with that. I did promise, after all, and I'm a man of my word. Let's start now."
With that, his hand slipped into the silly girl's shirt.
"That tickles a little," An said, wiggling her body as she watched his hand make her shirt billow out.
"Just bear with it. It means it's working."
"Okay."
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