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Tokyo Chapter 184
🕑 Added 2025-08-30 10:36:21 +0000 UTCShuichi wasn’t surprised by Sayuki’s comment. Indeed, Haruka seemed like a predatory type.
And one who was particularly hard to satisfy.
On the surface, the Akiyama sisters were no match, and Ichika seemed too perfect to compete with Haruka’s needs.
“Then Sayuki-san better keep an eye on me for Fumika-san. If I’ve got any energy left, I might actually get swept away,” Shuichi teased, turning the tables.
“Little devil, aren’t you afraid of burning out?” Sayuki swatted his backside playfully.
“Hiss…” Shuichi, barely holding it together, sucked in a breath.
“Get up. It’s still early. Didn’t you say you wanted to get closer to me? What’re you waiting for?” Sayuki said, releasing his thighs.
Shuichi rolled over, relieved. That was a close call—things could’ve escalated into something unspeakable.
The thrill was intense, not your average experience.
Turning to face her, Sayuki looped her arms around his neck, whispering in his ear, “Regretting it? A rich master like you could have any woman without complaints, but here you are, dealing with my bad temper.”
Shuichi chuckled, pulling her close, savoring her soft, yielding body, and kissed her earlobe. “I know you’re actually gentle deep down, Sayuki-san. You’re just tough to protect Fumika.”
“You think you know me?” Sayuki tilted her head, letting him nuzzle her neck.
“If I had a fragile sister like that, I’d be even more overbearing—unreasonably so,” Shuichi said, admiring the delicate curve of her jaw and her smooth, radiant skin, committing every detail to memory.
Just like he had with Fumika.
Sayuki bit her lip, her eyes misty, stroking his hair. “Just this once, look closely.”
“I’ll remember every bit of you, Sayuki-san,” Shuichi said, his warm breath grazing her collarbone.
Sayuki’s toes curled instinctively.
“Oh, Fumika-san showed off for me willingly. You’d do the same, right?” Shuichi teased slyly.
Sayuki’s heart skipped, her cheeks flushing deeper. Biting her lip, she hesitated, then whispered, “Just this once.”
“You’re the best, Sayuki-san…”
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Leaving the salon, Shuichi found the evening air oddly warm. Thinking it over, he realized why. Today, he’d only spent the morning with Tsuki and now the evening with Sayuki.
Though Sayuki was particularly passionate, she needed rest, unlike the relentless tag-team with Fumika. Overall, his time was similar, but his energy drain was lighter.
Feeling off, Shuichi worried he wouldn’t stay calm at the flower shop. He texted Ichika.
[Might be late tonight. Not in top form, still a bit off. I need to see the president next door, but it might take too long, and I may not make it.]
Ichika replied quickly.
[Just a bit off? No problem, come up anyway.]
Shuichi paused. Really okay? She seemed more open lately. Could he be more forward?
The thought flickered, but he dismissed it. Too risky.
Ichika could initiate because it gave her control, keeping her secure. If he pushed too far, she’d retreat like a slug into its shell.
No need to push, though. She was already seeking more.
Pondering, Shuichi entered the flower shop, heading upstairs. After shedding clothes, he reached the living room.
Ichika sat before the sofa, a lamp illuminating the table, casting faint light on her, enhancing her radiance. Sitting elegantly with legs crossed, she tucked her hair behind her ear, her clear eyes scanning him.
“Can you tell? I’m a bit off tonight, not as calm as usual,” Shuichi said, sitting across from her.
“Yes, you look the same, but your gaze has a touch more heat than usual. Still, it’s not too intense,” Ichika said, smiling faintly. His eyes seemed to sear where they lingered.
It was a familiar danger, but milder, not gripping her heart. Yet, it stirred a new, tingling sensation deep within, unlike anything before.
“Good. Tell me if it ever feels uncomfortable,” Shuichi said, reassuring her.
“Mm…” Ichika relaxed slightly. “You’re as reliable as ever.”
His gaze fell on her silky hair. “Like I said, I’ll do my best to honor your heavy trust.”
Ichika smoothed her hair, her breathing wavering slightly. Smiling calmly, she said, “Speaking of effort, tomorrow’s the academic test. Confident in literature?”
Shuichi groaned. “Can we not? Exams call for relaxation, right?”
“Good grades get rewards. Motivated now?” Ichika teased, amused by his usual laziness about studies.
“What reward?” Shuichi asked.
Ichika felt a shift. Usually, his gaze left her calm, but today it stirred her. Crossing her legs to quell the feeling, she propped her chin, tilting her head. “What kind do you want?”
Shuichi admired her thighs, pressed together. His first thought was something bold, but he reconsidered. Asking for that might scare her, disrupting their progress, especially when things could unfold naturally.
After a moment, he smirked. “How about giving Nagase-sensei a chance?”
Ichika blinked, expecting something impulsive. “Nagase?” She said, surprised. “Why that reward?”
Shuichi shrugged. “She’s pitiful. Friends with you for years, still calling her by her last name. If you used her first name, she’d probably jump for joy.”
Ichika laughed helplessly. “That’s exactly why I can’t get too close.”
“Nagase-sensei is more resilient than you think,” Shuichi said.
“Hm?” Ichika looked puzzled.
“She seems like a proper teacher, but secretly does cosplay. You didn’t know, right?”
Shuichi thought, This is for your own good, don’t hate me for spilling your secret.
“Cosplay?” Ichika said, stunned, then chuckled. “I had no idea. Seems I’m not the only one with a hidden side.”
“Right, so you’re not that strange,” Shuichi said. “Also, she knows about me and the president. Was shocked at first, but she came around.”
“She saw like I did that morning?” Ichika asked, blinking.
“Worse,” Shuichi said candidly, grinning. “It started with me and the president playing doctor-patient in the infirmary…”
He shared a few key incidents, and Ichika’s eyes lit up, her calm heart rippling. Sumire accepted that? Even spied out of curiosity?
“So, Nagase-sensei’s tolerance is pretty high.”
Unbeknownst to Shuichi, the 26-year-old teacher had cried out inwardly countless times, ‘Mom, I want to go home!’
Ichika felt a stir. As old friends, she wanted to be closer to Sumire but feared disappointing her. Losing her closest friend was unthinkable.
Shuichi was chosen for her experiments precisely because they lacked deep emotional ties.
“She admires me so much…” Ichika sighed, calming herself. “She’d be disappointed.”
“I could ease her off that pedestal,” Shuichi suggested.
The president and class rep had already shocked Sumire. Revealing Naomi’s situation, maybe letting her catch a glimpse, might prepare her enough.
Three shocks should toughen her up, right?
Ichika pondered deeply, a rare hesitation showing how much Sumire meant to her. “If you think it’s feasible, I trust you,” She said, her gaze calm yet hiding turbulent depths.
“I’ll make sure it’s safe before inviting her, so you won’t lose your friend,” Shuichi said sincerely.
Ichika smiled. “I’ll leave it to you. For tonight, like you said, let’s relax. No studying.”
“Flower arranging then?”
Ichika didn’t answer, instead asking, “You said before… just watching and listening makes you happy?”
Shuichi caught her meaning. “Is that okay? I’ll try to hold back, but you’re sensitive to my gaze and vibe, right?”
“With you… it’s fine. If it’s not too much trouble, could you… help me again?” Ichika’s heart raced. Despite the danger, she couldn’t stop herself.
“No trouble,” Shuichi said, standing and moving to her side, gently wrapping an arm around her slender waist. “This does make me happy. You can ask me anytime.”
“Looks like we’ll trouble the president again tonight,” Ichika said, chuckling, feeling the heat of his palm, his aura different tonight.
Inhaling his hair, she noted a new vanilla scent, not the usual lemon.
“Troubling her is fine. Keeps her focused for tomorrow’s exam,” Shuichi said, checking the time on his phone. “Ready to start?”
Ichika felt his warm breath on her neck, a restless sensation growing. For someone who preferred calm, this felt like a wildfire—dangerous yet captivating.
Today, that danger held an inexplicable allure.
She uncrossed her legs, her glossy lips parting, breath soft. “I’m always ready.”
Shuichi tilted his head, spotting the strap, and whispered, “Here we go.”
Ichika bit her lip. This was different from being alone, different from yesterday. Her heart raced, her breath uneven.
“I heard you swallow,” She said softly.
Shuichi kissed her neck lightly. “Scared?”
“I trust you. Only you,” Ichika murmured, her body softening.
A new sensation overwhelmed her soul.
Shuichi’s gaze dropped. “I’ll honor this heavy trust.”
The same words as yesterday, yet different. Ichika found his scent increasingly irresistible.
Hormones, perhaps?
Her body weakened, and without realizing, her hand rested on his thigh, fingers brushing lightly.
Her cool touch made Shuichi shiver, then her soft voice came. “Hold me tighter, please?”
As Shuichi tightened his embrace, Ichika’s body melted against his, her warmth seeping. The faint vanilla scent of his hair mingled with her floral perfume, creating an intoxicating haze. Her fingers, still resting on his thigh, traced slow, deliberate circles, igniting a spark that made his breath catch.
“Ichika-san…” He whispered, his lips brushing her earlobe, sending a shiver through her. His hand slid along her waist, fingers grazing the curve of her hip, the silk accentuating every contour. Ichika’s breath hitched, a soft moan escaping as the strap’s subtle vibrations synced with his touch, amplifying the heat building within her.
Her hand moved higher, to explore the warmth of his skin, her touch tentative yet bold. Shuichi responded, his lips trailing from her neck to her collarbone, each kiss deliberate, coaxing soft gasps from her. The lamp’s dim light cast shadows that danced across her flushed skin, her eyes half-lidded with desire.
“Shuichi-kun…” She murmured, her voice trembling as she pressed closer, her body arching into his. His fingers found the strap, adjusting it with precision, intensifying the sensations that made her toes curl. Her nails pressed lightly into his back, urging him on as the rhythm of their breathing grew synchronized, urgent.
Shuichi’s other hand slid to her thigh, tracing the smooth, his touch gentle but purposeful. Ichika’s moans grew softer, more desperate, as the combined sensations overwhelmed her. Her body tensed, then shuddered, a wave of pleasure washing over her, her lips parting in a silent cry as she clung to him, trembling in his arms.
As her breathing steadied, Ichika looked up, her eyes gleaming with a mix of vulnerability and satisfaction. “You’re too good at this,” She said, her voice husky, a faint smile playing on her lips.
Shuichi chuckled, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “Only because you make it easy, Ichika-san.”
