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Tokyo Chapter 178
🕑 Added 2025-08-05 10:08:28 +0000 UTCUpon hearing this, Sumire didn’t dwell on it too much. The temptation was something she simply couldn’t resist.
Comforting herself with self-deception, she figured accepting it didn’t mean she had to use it. So, she quickly reached out to take the provocative item.
“So, what’s the method?”
Shuichi gestured for her to lean in closer. Sumire, either unsuspecting or perhaps willingly falling for anything related to Ichika, didn’t hesitate.
She leaned in.
Shuichi smoothly wrapped his arm around her slender waist, pulling her into his embrace.
Sumire squirmed briefly but didn’t resist too much, wary of him withholding the method if she pushed back too hard. Half-reluctantly, she leaned against her student’s chest.
“If you keep this up, I’ll really get mad. If you’re not going to tell me, forget it.”
Shuichi didn’t tease her further this time. Leaning close to her ear, he said seriously, “To get close to Ichika-san, Sensei, you need to be even more… unconventional.”
With that, he gently blew into her ear.
“?!”
Sumire shivered, like a startled rabbit, deftly breaking free from his arms and hopping back.
Clutching her flushed ear, she glared at him, cheeks burning with indignation. “You’re lying again! If I trust that mouth of yours one more time, I’m an idiot!”
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After a long ordeal, the two little devils finally left. Sumire, both exasperated and relieved, firmly locked the door.
Looking at the chaotic state of her home, she sighed and began tidying up with a grimace. Halfway through, her phone buzzed again.
By now, Sumire had developed a bit of PTSD. The mere vibration of her phone made her heart race.
Steeling herself, she picked it up and saw it was Naomi calling. She exhaled in relief—thankfully, it wasn’t those two devils making a comeback.
“Moshi moshi?” Sumire answered wearily.
“Sleeping in again, huh? You sound like you just woke up,” Naomi teased with a laugh.
“…” Sumire was too exhausted to explain. “What’s up? Feeling down again?”
“Yeah, a bit. I can’t stand being at home. Wanna hang out tonight to clear my head? I’ll wander around by myself this afternoon, but can you keep me company later?”
“No problem. See you tonight.”
Sumire thought it over and shrugged. She could pick up Mai Sakurajima’s bunny girl COS outfit while she was out and then spend the evening with Naomi to lift her spirits.
No matter what, for the sake of getting closer to Ichika, she’d endure being tricked a few times. She just hoped that little punk still had some shred of conscience and wouldn’t tease her too harshly.
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Meanwhile, after Shuichi parted ways with Tsuki at the train station, she headed straight to her private tutoring session, still wearing Rikka’s COS outfit.
As for lunch, she’d have to make do with something quick.
There was no helping it—spending too much time at Sumire’s place had left her no time to go home for a proper meal.
Shuichi returned alone to the shopping district, musing to himself. The cat tail and maid outfit were still at Sumire’s place. He wondered if she’d be curious enough to try them on.
This “daily” little game was thrilling for him, a first in both this life and his previous one. It was unexpectedly… intense.
Exhausted from the morning, he planned to take a bath and rest in the afternoon. But shortly after eating, he received a message from Uchida.
It was straightforward, confirming details about their cousins’ blind date tomorrow.
Never a moment’s rest…
Lying on the floor with his eyes closed, Shuichi’s thoughts drifted. He vaguely resolved not to recklessly flirt with any more married women. At this rate, he really wouldn’t be able to handle it.
Adults need to practice restraint…
Right…
Be serious. With Uchida’s cousin, just talk about the shopping district…
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Rested by the evening, Shuichi was full of energy again, feeling like he could handle a couple more women without breaking a sweat.
No question about it—young people recover fast.
Dressed in workout clothes, he confidently entered the gym and spotted Sayuki on the second floor, doing yoga.
A perfect split.
Her toned, long legs stretched straight forward and back. Sayuki gripped one foot, pressing her upper body tightly against her leg.
“Your flexibility is amazing, Sayuki-san. Feels like you could pull off some really special poses.”
Shuichi crouched down, his gaze shamelessly wandering to impolite places.
Sayuki shot him a sultry look with her eyes. “What naughty ideas are you cooking up now?”
“Nothing much, just confirming something…” Shuichi said, pulling out his phone.
Sayuki’s eyelids twitched. “You really not afraid I’ll get up and smack you?”
“No worries. If it’s you, Sayuki-san, getting thoroughly ravished would be pretty great.” Shuichi grinned, pressing the dice on his phone.
“Little pervert…” Sayuki let out a soft moan, her body trembling—not from yoga, but something else entirely.
“You’re too good, Sayuki-san. You’re actually still using it.”
Shuichi couldn’t resist leaning down to kiss her cheek. This bold, dominant older woman was, surprisingly, the most considerate.
Sayuki couldn’t hold back anymore. She let go of her foot, pulled him into her arms, and sat him on one of her legs. Cradling his head, she kissed him deeply.
As they kissed, Shuichi’s hands grew restless, tugging her yoga tank top into disarray.
Sayuki, slightly breathless, pushed him back and swatted his hands away. “That’s enough. You get to touch every day—still not satisfied? Hurry up and work out.”
“Satisfied? Never. I plan to keep touching for a lifetime. But, Sayuki-san, you’re sweating a lot. Don’t you need to change first?”
Shuichi glanced at the sweat-soaked floor.
Sayuki spat playfully. “Stop staring. I don’t know where you get these weird fetishes, obsessing over perverted stuff like that.”
“Perverted? How’s this perverted?” Shuichi teased, finding her flushed face even more captivating.
Sayuki retracted her leg, hooking him playfully as she pulled him to the wall.
“Today, you’re working out with me. You were right before—there are some special poses only I can pull off.”
“Like what?” Shuichi asked eagerly.
Sayuki pushed him against the wall, lifting one leg high and resting her foot beside his head. “Leg-thump. How’s that?”
Shuichi’s eyes lit up. His hand traced her slender ankle, sliding along her calf and down her thigh.
“Wanna feel what this is like, little pervert?”
Seeing his excitement, Sayuki’s lips curved into a seductive smile. Her eyes narrowed as she stretched her leg beyond 180 degrees, pressing herself tightly against him.
“These yoga pants are sturdy, huh?” Shuichi teased, running his hand along them.
Sayuki let out a stifled moan. “Stop moving. If you want them off, just say so—why rip them?”
“Next time, let’s try stockings. Those tear easily. Holding your legs in stockings with this pose would be incredible.”
Sayuki stripped off her yoga clothes and other items, then resumed her pose, foot back beside his head.
Adjusting slightly, she began stretching again.
Shuichi clung to her long, toned leg, kissing her calf softly. “You’re extra passionate today, Sayuki-san. I’m almost overwhelmed.”
“Ungrateful little pervert. When have I not spoiled you?” Sayuki pressed him harder against the wall.
“But I do have something to talk about.”
Shuichi raised an eyebrow, surprised. “What’s up? You’re not usually this shy, Sayuki-san.”
Sayuki flicked her hair, continuing her yoga stretch.
“It’s about my sister. Her beauty treatments and massages have been getting great results lately, right? The salon’s reputation is spreading, and now some wealthy, influential women are coming by, demanding memberships. But you know our shop’s small—just me and my sister running it. We’re already at capacity and can’t take everyone.”
“They won’t take no for an answer?” Shuichi squinted, his hand tracing the taut muscles of her thigh.
“Mmm…” Sayuki moaned softly, stretching further, their bodies even closer. She kissed his lips and continued, “We’ve tried politely declining, but they keep pushing. These past few days, the waiting area’s been packed with these rich women, leaving no space for our regular clients.”
“Why didn’t you tell me sooner?” Shuichi tightened his grip on her waist, helping her conserve energy.
Sayuki panted slightly, her eyes hazy. “I told my sister to ask you for help, but she’s too shy.”
“Shy? With our relationship, something this small shouldn’t be an issue. Why’d it have to come from you, Sayuki-san?”
“Exactly…” Sayuki licked her lips.
Shuichi caressed her smooth back, chuckling. “You’re not much better, Sayuki-san. All this passion today—still keeping me at arm’s length?”
“Don’t need my help then?” Sayuki teased, pulling back slightly.
Shuichi felt the autumn chill in the air and quickly pulled her close again for warmth. “We’re this far—can’t stop now. I just mean next time, don’t hesitate. We’re way past formalities.”
“Past formalities, huh?” Sayuki’s lips curled playfully.
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That night, Sayuki was a wildfire. They poured their energy into the gym, doubling their usual workout intensity.
The place had its perks—no matter the exercise, the results were always solid, especially for “specialized training.”
When Shuichi was helped downstairs, his body ached as usual.
In the massage room, Fumika took him from her sister, immediately looking at Sayuki with pleading eyes, silently asking if she’d brought up the issue.
Sayuki grabbed a magazine. “Don’t look at me. You say it yourself. Why’s it always on me? Who’s the older sister here?”
“Bad Sayuki,” Fumika muttered resentfully.
Sayuki rolled her eyes. “Fine. He calls me a bad woman, you call me bad—guess I’m the worst.”
Shuichi gestured for her to calm down, then pulled out his phone and pressed the dice.
As expected, Fumika’s reaction mirrored Sayuki’s. Her legs buckled, and she let out a soft moan. “Mmm… stop… you’re bullying me again…”
“What’s that, Fumika-san?” Shuichi feigned innocence, turning to Sayuki. “Sayuki-san, you saw—I didn’t do anything, and Fumika-san’s already blaming me.”
“She’s being unreasonable,” Sayuki teased, enjoying her sister’s flustered state.
“You two are ganging up on me…” Fumika pouted, biting her lip, her eyes glistening.
Shuichi pulled her into his arms, kneading her soft waist and kissing her for a moment.
When she was fully caught up in the moment, he paused, smiling. “Sayuki-san already told me. You’re blaming her unfairly. And really, Fumika-san, why so formal? We’re close enough that you could’ve just told me yourself.”
“It’s not a small thing…” Fumika’s voice was soft and sticky, a bit embarrassed. “Our regular clients are fine, but these new wealthy women… their families aren’t simple.”
“I said it’s easy. I wasn’t going to bring it up, but it seems I need to show you just how capable I am, Fumika-san.”
Shuichi kissed her smooth cheek firmly, then stood and walked to the window, pretending to fiddle with his phone.
In reality, he was submitting a request to the system in his mind.
As expected, since it was for Fumika-san, the system would handle it effortlessly.
“Done. You don’t have to worry about this anymore.” Shuichi put away his phone, returned to Fumika, and pulled her close on the massage bed.
“That’s it?” Fumika blinked, dazed. Not even a phone call, and it was resolved?
“Doubting me, Fumika-san?” Shuichi teased with a hum.
Fumika waved her hands quickly. “No, no, I just… it feels simpler than I expected. I thought you’d need to call home, maybe ask… um, for help or something.”
“For something this small? No need for that hassle.” Shuichi laughed lightly, his hands unable to resist kneading her plush thighs.
So soft and full, his fingers sinking in—an experience he’d never tire of.
“Of course, he’s a young master,” Sayuki teased.
“Even if I were, wouldn’t I still get thoroughly ravished by you, Sayuki-san?” Shuichi shot back with a suggestive grin.
Fumika bit her lip, snuggling closer. “Your personality’s really nice, Shuichi-kun. I used to think young masters from big families were arrogant or mean…”
“Fine, if you both say I am, then I am.” Shuichi couldn’t explain much.
As they talked, Fumika’s phone on the cart buzzed. She reached for it, but Shuichi refused to let go.
So, with her lower body still tightly held and teased, she stretched her upper body to grab it.
Finally reaching the phone, Shuichi mischievously buried his face in her chest, insisting she “feed” him.
“W-Wait, Shuichi-kun…” Fumika covered the phone’s mouthpiece, flustered.
“Don’t mind me, Fumika-san. Just take your call.” Shuichi’s voice was muffled, his words indistinct.
Fumika, helpless as always, clung to his head, enduring as she continued the call.
“H-Hello… who is this…?”
“I’m so sorry to disturb you, Ogawa-san. We’ve caused you trouble these past few days. Please forgive my rudeness.
If you’re willing to see me, I'll apologize in person tomorrow. If not, I’ll send someone with my sincerest apologies. It’s all up to you.”
“Huh?” Fumika’s breathing was quick, already distracted. The words left her head spinning.
“W-Who are you…?”
