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Tokyo Chapter 192
🕑 Added 2025-09-27 03:54:30 +0000 UTCSumire fell into a daydream, replacing Tsuki's face with her own in all those striking scenes she'd witnessed.
A strange stir of excitement and anticipation rose within her, making her completely oblivious to her surroundings. When she finally snapped back to reality, Tsuki was so close she jumped.
"Wh-what are you doing so close?"
"I've never seen it before. I wanted to look closely," Tsuki said matter-of-factly, her eyes filled with a focused, eager look.
She was so close she was practically nose-to-nose with Sumire, who could feel the girl's breath on her face.
"How is it possible you've never seen it? You two... you've done everything. What haven't you seen?" Sumire didn't believe her for a second.
Tsuki put on a pathetic face. "Because a little maid doesn't have the right to experience such things."
"..."
Sumire was bewildered. She felt she still didn't fit in, that she was still on the outside of whatever weird world these two inhabited.
Shuichi just wanted to roll his eyes. It was Tsuki who didn't like warmth and only craved excitement.
She didn't even like it when he patted her head, let alone affectionate kissing...
After they had kissed enough, Shuichi let go of Sumire, giving her a moment to catch her breath and avoid passing out.
He then ran his hand up her thigh and looked up at Tsuki. "Do you have a marker?"
Tsuki was a little surprised, but her eyes immediately lit up. "Of course. Does master want to write something again?"
"W-write something? What do you mean?" Sumire, her eyes watery and dazed, was breathing heavily, a bad feeling rising in her stomach.
Tsuki gave a mysterious smile. "Back when I first sought out master..."
"?!" Sumire's eyes widened. As a cosplayer, she was no stranger to these things. Of course, she knew what they were hinting at.
"That kind of thing... you two..."
"Don't worry, Sensei. I won't do that to you. The president just likes that kind of stuff, so that's why I do it to her," Shuichi said, trying to reassure her.
"Then why do you want a marker?" Sumire's heart was pounding. "I have to work today. Don't... don't go too far. If I lose my job and my identity as a teacher, you'll... you'll get bored too, won't you?"
Tsuki had already found a marker and removed the cap, handing it to Shuichi.
He held it up and pointed at the fishnets on Sumire's leg. "Don't you think this is perfect for playing tic-tac-toe, Sensei?"
"Huh?" Sumire, who had been wracked with anxiety, was completely baffled. "Are you... are you serious? You made me wear fishnets just to play tic-tac-toe?"
"Is that a problem? Or does Sensei want to play a more stimulating game? We can do that too." Shuichi said, and then he tugged on the bunny tail.
Sumire's entire body tensed. "No! Tic-tac-toe is good. It's a game of strategy, perfect for relaxing after a long day of studying..."
Shuichi couldn't help but laugh. "Sensei is just like a little bunny, always so jumpy."
Sumire was seething with indignation. She could only comfort herself by thinking that if it weren't for Ichika, she would have bitten this bastard to death.
Such a despicable, shameless guy!
"Shall we start?"
When Tsuki heard they were going to play tic-tac-toe, she eagerly went to find another marker. Her face was full of excitement.
Shuichi kissed the corner of Sumire's mouth. "You decide, Sensei. Where should we play the first game?
Just as a friendly reminder, the closer to your thigh, the easier it will be to hide later. If we play on your calf and it gets exposed, it could be really bad."
Sumire wanted to bite him back while he was kissing her, but she was afraid of losing all her progress, so she gritted her teeth and let him continue to bully her.
"Then... right here on my thigh..."
Even though she normally wore sweatpants and her calves were never exposed, what if they were? What if she tripped and her pants ripped? Public humiliation was far more terrifying than the private shame she was experiencing now.
Shuichi smiled. He lowered his head and used his finger to draw a tic-tac-toe grid on the fishnet. "The first game will be right here. I'll go first."
He then drew an 'X' in the center square.
Tsuki was a devious one; she didn't care about winning or losing. She drew a big 'O' in the corner closest to Sumire's inner thigh.
The sensation of the marker writing on her thigh filled Sumire with a strange, itching shame.
But she didn't have time to dwell on that; there was a more important issue. "The first game? How many games are you two planning to play?"
"Next is math class. The president and I are both good at it, so we don't need to be there," Shuichi said, drawing another 'X'.
"So, we have 50 minutes to play tic-tac-toe," Tsuki said with a knowing look.
Just as Sumire's eyes widened in disbelief, the class bell rang.
Fifty minutes...
"Sensei? I won this round. It's time for my reward," Shuichi said, smiling up at her.
"Re-reward?" Sumire was confused.
"That's right," Shuichi said, running his hand over her thigh.
"It's already like this. What more of a reward do you need? Can't you just take it..." Sumire grumbled.
"But I think it would be better if you were more proactive. Because..." Shuichi blinked. "The longer the reward takes, the fewer games we can play."
"..." Sumire looked at him sideways. "You're... you're a devil incarnate, aren't you?"
"But you like it too, don't you, Sensei?" Shuichi leaned his face close to hers, their noses almost touching. "You were a little proactive when we were kissing earlier."
"I was not..." Sumire guiltily tried to avoid his gaze, but when he was this close, where could she hide?
"It feels good, doesn't it? Kissing," Shuichi said softly, massaging her thigh.
"No... it doesn't feel good at all..." Sumire insisted.
"Really? Then I'll just keep playing." Shuichi looked away.
Sumire immediately panicked. "It feels good, okay? I was wrong. Let's just kiss..."
Shuichi smiled and looked at Tsuki. "Go get us some water. We're going to be very thirsty soon."
"Yes, master." Tsuki was a very good little maid. She got up to get them some water.
Shuichi wrapped his arms around Sumire, leaning in to press his lips against hers. He left the rest to her, letting her take the lead.
To keep them from playing tic-tac-toe, Sumire had to stall as much as possible, prolonging the kiss for as long as she could.
During the kiss, Shuichi casually made small talk. "By the way, have your parents been pressuring you to get married recently?"
Sumire's body was stiff and her mouth was busy, but she found a moment to answer. "Yeah..."
"Do you need me to help you out? I'm pretty good at pretending to be a boyfriend. I can even kiss you in front of your family to prove it."
Shuichi licked his lips. They were sweet.
"Absolutely not!" Sumire was so startled she almost bit her tongue.
"What a shame," Shuichi said, sounding a little disappointed.
He could try to be the boyfriend of six different beautiful women. It was pretty much the same thing.
"Master, the water is here," Tsuki said, bringing back a glass of water. She was very perceptive and only poured one.
Shuichi smiled when he saw it. "Do you want to feed me, or be fed?"
Sumire's face flushed. She knew he wasn't talking about something as simple as drinking from a cup. She had to choose between eating and being eaten, and she chose the latter.
"I'll feed you..."
"I'm counting on you, Sensei." Shuichi smiled and offered the water.
*
When the bell rang, Shuichi gracefully left the student council president's office, with Tsuki following right behind, also looking content.
They hadn't played many games, but it was fun to watch, which was good enough.
As for Sumire, who had gone from watching to being watched, she was dazed, licking her dry lips.
There was nothing she could do. Even with water, she was dehydrated. She had kissed him for so long to avoid playing tic-tac-toe.
And for some reason, she'd gotten lost in it. When the bell rang and the reward had to stop, she felt an odd sense of emptiness.
Would this little bastard force her to kiss him again next time?
Shuichi wasn't surprised by Sumire's obsession. He had seen that she was a classic case of someone who says one thing but does another, even more so than Sayuki.
When he returned to class, he stopped by An's desk and saw her diligently knitting a scarf. His heart felt warm.
Who could resist a sweet, naive girl like this, so seriously preparing a Christmas gift for him?
In his past life, a girlfriend making a gift for him was unheard of. He was lucky if they didn't hate the gift he gave them. This was pure fantasy!
"What do you want to do for the school festival, class president?" Shuichi leaned on her desk and asked.
An looked up with a start. The cool expression she usually wore at school melted away, and she smiled brightly when she saw him.
"I want to make takoyaki~"
"That sounds like something you'd suggest, class president." Shuichi was amused. "I think you sold food last year too, right? Fried noodles, if I remember correctly?"
"Yeah, yeah, yeah." An nodded vigorously. "I suggested it, and it passed."
"Oh..." Shuichi vaguely remembered that. They hadn't talked much back then.
"Where were you last period, Shuichi-kun?" An suddenly asked.
"Are you checking up on me?" Shuichi responded.
"I'm the class president. You're supposed to tell me if you're taking a leave of absence," An said, puffing out her cheeks.
"But I told Nagase-sensei. She's the homeroom teacher, so I don't need to go through the class president, right?" Shuichi replied with a smile.
"Ugh..." An pouted. "Well, I guess I can't do anything about it then..."
"Did you miss me when I wasn't in class, class president?" There was still a little time before class started, and Shuichi was in the mood to tease her.
"Yes. I felt a little anxious when you weren't here."
An never hid her feelings from him. She was happy when she was happy, and she liked him when she liked him.
Shuichi's eyes filled with affection. He took a lollipop out of his pocket. "I bought this on my way back. A reward for such a cute class president."
An's eyes lit up. She happily took it, unwrapped it, and put it in her mouth. "It's so sweet~ Can you get rewarded for being cute?"
"Of course. Cuteness is justice, and justice deserves a reward." Shuichi said this, but he was secretly calculating his empty wallet.
He was so broke he could only afford to buy this cute girl a lollipop this month. How pathetic.
He wondered if he could last until Friday. If not... he'd have to sell himself to the ladies.
"So I'll be cute again tomorrow, okay?" An asked, licking the lollipop and looking greedy.
"...I'll buy you one." Shuichi decided he would sell himself to Fumika and Sayuki tonight. He was probably going to be thoroughly ravaged, wasn't he?
An's eyes narrowed happily. "You're so great, Shuichi-kun~ I wish I could live with you. Big sister is so mean."
"She is. So you can't tell her, or she'll definitely stop me from buying you lollipops." Shuichi watched her pink tongue peek out and suddenly felt a little parched.
He was a goner. He was really turning into a pervert. The lecherous president had corrupted him completely. How could he have these kinds of thoughts about a girl as naive as her?
He needed to see a doctor.
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At lunchtime, Naomi heard a familiar knock. She opened the door, and sure enough, it was Shuichi again.
A small smile curled up on her lips. "What excuse do you have for coming to see me today?"
"I feel empty inside. I think I'm lovesick. Do you know how to cure me, Sensei?" Shuichi replied with a grin.
"You're so cheeky," Naomi said, laughing as she let him in and locked the door.
"I wanted to see you so badly, so I had to rack my brain to find a reason to come over," Shuichi said, hugging her from behind and breathing in her scent.
"How are you feeling today, Sensei?"
"Sigh..." Naomi sighed, her expression falling. "How do you think I'm doing? Even though Sumire-chan doesn't mind me staying at her place, I can't just never go home. I went back last night, and they started complaining again. I'm so annoyed."
"You're so sly, Sensei. You clearly need comfort, but you didn't call me. Did you know I would come to you?" Shuichi said, kissing her ear.
Naomi felt a little guilty. She had been thinking about asking him to come over, but she kept telling herself that this kind of thing wasn't good for them.
But she had hoped he would come, and she even guessed that he would come on his own.
She was being shy.
"Don't worry. I'm not going to pressure you to be in a relationship or get married. I just want to make more beautiful memories with you. So, don't hesitate to reach out when you need me, okay?"
Shuichi said, placing his hands on her shoulders and turning her around to kiss her rosy lips.
Naomi couldn't help but hug him back. As they kissed, she murmured, "I'm sorry. It's my fault for getting you involved, for lying to myself and acting passive..."
"You have nothing to apologize for. Just having this opportunity is more than I ever could have imagined. I could die happy right now."
Shuichi said this, lowering his head and burying it in her embrace. Naomi tilted her head back and held his head tightly.
"I'm sorry, I really can't agree to that. But... is there anything else you'd like to try? I'll do my best to satisfy you."
"Are you sure? This is already more than enough," Shuichi's voice was muffled.
"I'm sure... A good boy like you deserves a reward." Naomi gave him a gentle smile.
"Then... is that okay?" Shuichi asked tentatively.
"..." Naomi was a little stunned, and she hesitated.
"I'm sorry. Was that too much?" Shuichi asked, looking up.
The cold autumn air made Naomi shiver slightly, and she instinctively pulled his head back into her arms.
"No, your request is very small. It's just... it's not very hygienic, and the infirmary isn't a good place to clean up."
"That's okay. I don't mind at all, as long as it's you, Sensei," Shuichi said, his hand moving to her thigh.
Naomi said, sounding defeated, "But I mind. I wanted to give you a reward, and now I feel like I owe you even more. Can we do something else instead?"
"Like what?"
"Like... the part of me you're facing right now. Is that okay?"
