Start of the new week. After feeding the President in the bedroom in the morning, Shuichi went downstairs relaxed, carrying his thermos.
Having spent time together recently, he had become increasingly familiar with the Akiyama family. Shuichi naturally handed the thermos to Mrs. And then brought up the gym collaboration.
"Fitness meals?" Mrs. Akiyama tilted her head in thought, her expression a bit conflicted.
Tsuki saw through her lazy mom's hesitation at a glance and said grumpily, "Sayuki-san helped Mom before. Can we not think about slacking off at a time like this?"
Mrs. Akiyama immediately shrank her neck and muttered, "Tsuki-chan, don't be so loud; you scared Mom. I wasn't thinking of slacking off, just considering how to arrange the time..."
"The President doesn't need to be like this. Mrs. Akiyama's time and energy considerations are indeed very important. This kind of cooperation is a long-term thing. If we can't sustain it for long, it won't have much meaning." Shuichi smoothed things over.
"Exactly, exactly. Shuichi-kun understands my painstaking efforts. Mom was just thinking long-term." Mrs. Akiyama nodded vigorously, very happy.
Tsuki said speechlessly, "There are only so many members in the gym. As long as we prepare more ramen side dishes every day, the ingredients for fitness meals will be enough.
It's not as cumbersome as making ramen; the key lies in reasonable combinations. I'll handle this. Besides, Mom has dumped a lot of work on An-chan now, so you shouldn't be that busy, right?"
"Exactly, exactly! Mom is too lazy; I'm so tired recently." An finally seized the opportunity, immediately following her sister and cheering.
"Hmph, stupid An-chan, you don't even understand it's for your own good." Mrs. Akiyama bickered with her daughter angrily.
After arguing for a while, she served breakfast and then happily said to Shuichi, "I heard about the clothes from An-chan. Thank you for Shuichi-kun's gift~"
"Mrs. Akiyama is too polite. I receive so much care usually; it's just a small token of appreciation." Shuichi said, glancing at the Akiyama sisters. In his past life, this would count for nothing.
Because it was the school festival, after breakfast and arriving at school, there was no need to go to the classroom. After helping prepare the takoyaki stand for a while, it was free time again.
Shuichi came to the small grove near the gym warehouse. Not long after waiting, Sumire arrived.
"What are we doing again?" She hugged one arm, asking with anticipation and anxiety.
"I discussed it with Ichika-san last night. She agreed to show a more real side of herself to Nagase-sensei."
Shuichi naturally put his arm around her waist and led her into the grove.
"Really? A more real side refers to..." Sumire's heartbeat began to accelerate, her excitement palpable, her pale skin starting to flush.
Just mentioning Ichika excited her more than anything.
"Wait a moment; the President will be here soon. We'll continue then." Shuichi said, leaning against a tree. "Sensei probably didn't eat breakfast because you slept in today too, right?"
Hearing this, Sumire understood immediately. She bit her lip lightly and adjusted her glasses. "Mm..."
"Hungry, right? I brought breakfast milk. You can cushion your stomach first." Shuichi smiled with concern, his hand reaching into his pants.
"Then, thank you very much, Shuichi-kun..."
Sumire swallowed subconsciously. Although she wasn't used to drinking milk for breakfast at first, after trying it twice, it didn't seem so hard to accept anymore.
Tsuki arrived two minutes later. Upon seeing the two in the grove, her gaze immediately fell on Sumire.
The latter was drinking the same brand of breakfast milk she had drunk yesterday, holding the cock in her mouth and sucking noisily.
Seeing something that should belong to her being enjoyed by Sumire, Tsuki wasn't depressed. Instead, she smiled and said hello.
"Nagase-sensei is eating breakfast only now?"
"Mm..." Sumire blushed embarrassedly and nodded slowly. "If Tsuki-san wants to drink, I don't mind giving it to you."
"No need, no need. I've eaten this morning."
Tsuki watched her holding the cock with a smile, wanting to reach out and touch her face, just like the other party had touched her before.
But with Shuichi present, she didn't act on her own initiative.
"Although the President has eaten this morning, you can still have some fruit for dessert. I also brought lychees. Is the Student Council work still heavy today? Eat more to have enough energy to cope."
Hearing Shuichi say this, Tsuki didn't act coy. She walked directly in front of him, took his balls into her hand, and put it into her mouth.
Sumire watched Tsuki narrowing her eyes, her exquisite face full of enjoyment. For a moment, she couldn't help but be distracted, forgetting to eat her own breakfast.
"Let's continue with what we were talking about." Shuichi suddenly spoke, pulling her attention back.
"Ichika-san left the specific timing up to me. So, as long as I think it's okay, I can take Sensei directly to the flower shop."
Sumire's breath hitched upon hearing this. She took a deep breath, looked up, and asked nervously yet expectantly:
"Then does Shuichi-kun think the timing is right? Or do I need to do something to prove it?"
Shuichi smiled and touched Sumire's puffed-up cheek. "No need, it's already enough. Since Sensei is willing to have a good breakfast with the President, I can take Sensei there tonight."
"Mm, mm." Sumire felt relieved and nodded vigorously. This guy Shuichi was occasionally quite easy to talk to and didn't take the opportunity to deliberately make things difficult for her.
Shuichi let out a long breath. "Actually, the day before yesterday, Ichika-san mentioned this matter."
Sumire always remembered clearly what Ichika said. Hearing this, she was stunned and released the cock. "Attempt target?"
"Mm. If Nagase-sensei had let Ichika-san discover your love for cosplay very early on, the first attempt target would have been Sensei, not her female colleague."
The damp and cold air made Shuichi uncomfortable, but he still comforted Sumire by patting her head. A momentary difference in thought led to a missed opportunity, resulting in waiting for several more years.
However, Sumire didn't regret it as he expected. Instead, she subconsciously lowered her head and bit the cock lightly, asking, "So, about the rumor that Kitagawa likes to walk around without clothes..."
"Not a rumor, but not completely true either. Ichika-san only did that in her own place before." Shuichi patted her head gently.
"No wonder... no wonder you said in the Student Council President's office that it was necessary for me to get used to it first. I thought you were deliberately teasing me then. I didn't expect..."
Sumire sucked on the cock absent-mindedly, feeling complex. This guy Shuichi was sometimes infuriating, but sometimes really reliable.
"I've always said, as long as Sensei listens to my arrangements, there will be no problem. I've always been telling the truth."
Shuichi sighed helplessly, watching the President, who was listening on the side, putting his other ball in her mouth.
"If I had exposed my cosplay hobby in front of Kitagawa back in university, I probably wouldn't have been able to become close friends with her. Although I don't want to admit it, it's very likely that I would have really broken down back then because my faith in Kitagawa wasn't firm enough. Of course, I definitely wouldn't have blabbed about it like that female colleague."
Sumire took a deep breath, holding the cock in her mouth, and said vaguely, "Maybe this is fate's arrangement. But fortunately, although there were some twists and turns, I finally got my wish, and it's a step further than I could have imagined."
"Mm, Sensei's open-minded attitude is great. But it seems you are only like this on issues regarding Ichika-san." Shuichi casually pinched the President's cheek to avoid neglecting her.
"By the way, should we practice one more time? I'm afraid I won't adapt later, and it would be bad to disappoint Kitagawa." Sumire suddenly proposed proactively.
"Huh? Practice?" Shuichi was stunned. She was really proactive enough.
"Mm, mm, mm." Sumire nodded repeatedly.
"Are you planning to practice here?" Shuichi's eyelid twitched. Even he found it hard to accept such a thing.
"How is that possible?" Sumire rolled her eyes. "Finish breakfast quickly, go to the Student Council President's..."
"My place won't work. Many people are busy inside today." Tsuki said while sucking on a ball with relish.
"Then what to do?" Sumire was worried, her cheeks puffed up in depression, looking funny.
"Then... if it really doesn't work, come back to my place early with me and practice there." Shuichi frowned in embarrassment and gritted his teeth.
"Mm, mm, that works too." Sumire finally felt a bit relieved, drank the milk in satisfied gulps, and then released the cock to get up.
Sumire still didn't have the consciousness of a maid. In the end, it was Tsuki who helped clean up the breakfast tableware.
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Naomi felt things were a bit different from what she thought. Yesterday she thought that maybe after sleeping and waking up, she would get used to it a lot.
That boy broke into her life only two weeks ago. So it should take about two weeks to forget, right?
But now she doesn't think so. Lying on the desk, clutching the handkerchief that had lost most of its scent, she stared at the time displayed on the phone screen.
She wanted to know how long until noon, how long until the time he usually came.
Would he come as scheduled?
Such thoughts couldn't be driven away at all.
She was really obsessed. Knowing she shouldn't be like this... Naomi sighed and placed the phone screen face down on the table.
Having a beautiful memory is enough. One shouldn't be too greedy. Everything that should be done has been done; what more do you want?
Naomi comforted herself like this, but scenes from that night involuntarily replayed in her mind.
That kind of thing... Was it such a wonderful feeling? The difference from being alone was so obvious, as if the soul was floating to the clouds.
Recalling that fiery night, she subconsciously began to soothe her heart with her hand again.
But... the next second, familiar knocking sounded.
Naomi knew it was Shuichi again. She quickly put away the handkerchief, got up hurriedly, and walked to the door.
Immediately, she patted her forehead lightly, stood there straightening her clothes, waited quietly for a while, and then opened the door.
This way, she appeared less anxious.
"Sorry to disturb Sensei." Shuichi held up the box in his hand. "I brought takoyaki. Sensei, taste and see if there's any improvement."
The method for making this wasn't difficult. After all, he had taken cooking classes, so it wasn't too unpalatable, just ordinary.
But this ordinary taste delighted Naomi. "You don't need to always bring food for Sensei; Sensei has already eaten."
"Coming to visit, one should always bring a small gift." Shuichi smiled, acting naturally as if he were really chatting with a friend.
This attitude relaxed Naomi. The most worrying thing didn't happen, so she didn't have to harden her heart and deliberately give him the cold shoulder.
That's great...
"So, you came to consult Sensei about relationship problems? Things aren't going well with the Student Council President? You just confessed yesterday, and today you're already anxious about progress?"
Naomi sat down on the office chair, feeling amused and helpless. Did her previous interaction mode with him make him misunderstand the normal speed of relationship progress?
"Ah... not exactly going badly, but things are a bit different from what I expected." Shuichi pulled over a round stool, sat by her hand, and said with a strange expression.
"How so?" Naomi picked up a takoyaki ball and popped it into her mouth. It seemed to taste better than yesterday's.
That's great; Shuichi-kun is improving.
"She clearly didn't agree to formally date, but..." Shuichi blinked. "When we took the train together this morning, she secretly touched me."
"..." Naomi stopped chewing, stunned. A bit of Thousand Island dressing stuck to the corner of her mouth.
Shuichi naturally took out a tissue and wiped it off for her.
Naomi didn't feel anything wrong at all, ignoring this intimate action, and just asked curiously, "She... didn't agree to date, but touched you on the train?"
"Mm." Shuichi nodded seriously. This was definitely not nonsense. The President really did this this morning. Not only that, she did it every day, which was much more excessive than what he said.
"How did she touch?"
Naomi wasn't sure what he was referring to. Student Council President Tsuki had always been a serious and calm girl; she shouldn't do the kind of thing she was thinking of, right?
"Like this." Shuichi grabbed her wrist and pressed it on his abs.
Naomi's heart trembled. This familiar scene and familiar touch instantly evoked memories of the beginning of this experience, making her dazed.
Subconsciously, she began to gently stroke his abs, then familiarly moved up to touch his chest muscles.
Naomi's hands were a bit cold, but Shuichi felt increasingly hot in his heart, needing more contact surface to cool down.
However, Naomi suddenly came back to her senses and wanted to withdraw her hand.
Shuichi held her hand down, but his face looked as if nothing had happened, continuing to talk about the morning.
"So, Sensei, do you think it's normal for the President to be like this? We just clarified our feelings yesterday and haven't officially started dating yet, but she's already getting handsy with me. I feel like something isn't quite right."
Shuichi gently stroked the back of her delicate and smooth hand.
Naomi's eyes were a bit panicked. Her distraction just now and her subconscious actions had already exposed her true thoughts.
Her previous determination, under the wavering performance just now, had become a paper tiger, just waiting for the boy to puncture her tough exterior.
However, Shuichi didn't do so. Instead, he asked again, "Sensei? The President seems a bit abnormal. Do you think I should continue to pursue her?"
"Mm..." Naomi avoided the boy's burning gaze, bringing out an amateur level that a teacher shouldn't have.
"It's normal for private behavior to differ from public appearance. Shuichi-kun doesn't need to worry too much. Tsuki-san has always been interested in you, so maybe that's why she did something slightly out of line?"
"Does this count as only slightly out of line?" Shuichi showed a thoughtful expression.
"Mm, isn't it good that Tsuki-san can be so proactive? As long as Shuichi-kun accepts, you can have a beautiful romance." Naomi replied, pretending to be calm.
"Oh, but she not only touched my abs and chest muscles, but also..." As Shuichi spoke, he pulled her hand near his belt.
Using actual actions to recreate the morning scene.
"Don't do this..." Naomi felt her heart beating faster and faster, seeming a bit panicked. "We already agreed. Be a good boy, Shuichi-kun, okay?"
"I'm not disobeying Sensei. I'm just using this method to explain to Sensei in detail what exactly happened this morning. So that Sensei can help me analyze the situation. The President's strange behavior makes me uneasy."
Naomi withdrew her hand as if scalded, but her attitude couldn't toughen up because she was the one who showed weakness first.
She had made the decision unilaterally and then informed Shuichi. In the end, she wavered easily and showed it.
And... the more they tugged back and forth like this, the stronger the urge to hug him tightly regardless of everything became.
"At least, close the door first..."
Naomi ultimately couldn't stop the stubborn boy and softened her attitude. But more than that, she couldn't resist the impulse in her heart.
Some things happen either zero times or infinite times. Once tried, stopping isn't that easy.
Hearing this, Shuichi breathed a sigh of relief, showing an expression of rejoicing and joy, hugging her tightly in his arms. "Sensei won't go back on your word this time, right?"
"Sigh..." Naomi, failing at the last moment, couldn't pretend anymore. She sighed, kissed him on the cheek, and urged:
"Go close the door. Where else can Sensei run to? I really can't do anything with you... close the curtains too."
"Okay~" Shuichi quickly got up to close the door and draw the curtains, his impatient mood undisguised.
His urgency made Naomi laugh, but her heart was instantly filled with a sweet feeling.
The mood forcibly suppressed for the past two days rebounded and exploded uncontrollably at this moment.
After some preparation, Naomi leaned against the head of the bed with her arms open, holding Shuichi's head tightly in her embrace to feed him, stroking his face lovingly, then her hand went all the way down along his chest and abs.
"Just this once. Consider it compensation for deciding unilaterally for Shuichi-kun before. Do you hear me?"
"Mm." Shuichi seemed reluctant, responding vaguely. "I know, the last time."
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