"Indeed. This is the first time I've ever seen such a messy room."
After pushing the door open, Shuichi looked at the small objects scattered everywhere, along with stockings and underwear thrown about randomly. It was truly an eye-opening experience.
"Now I understand why Haruka-san's mother insisted that Uchida come and see for himself. This is certainly not reassuring."
He tossed Haruka onto the bed, then stood with his hands on his hips, looked around, and sighed.
"Ouch..." Haruka frowned slightly. Her expression was so alluring it made one want to go and soothe her pain.
"So you can still feel pain. Looks like you're not too drunk."
The curtains in the room weren't drawn, making the light dim and oppressive. Shuichi surveyed the various objects and couldn't help but shake his head.
"You should clean up when you have time. It's too messy."
"After staring for so long, Shuichi-kun, I thought you were going to help me clean up," Haruka said, rolling over and flattening her name.
"I need someone else to clean my own room," Shuichi said as he walked to the window, lifted a corner of the curtain to peek outside, then let it fall and prepared to leave.
"You're leaving just like that?" Haruka asked, her eyes hazy, as if the alcohol was starting to hit her harder.
"What else?" Shuichi spread his hands. "Is Haruka-san planning to use her drunkenness as an excuse to eat me up?"
"Can't I?"
"You're lying," Shuichi rolled his eyes. "Get some sleep. You don't have school or work anyway, so even if you wake up in the middle of the night, you don't have to worry about your schedule or anything."
"Mmm~~~" Haruka replied with a seductive nasal hum. "This is a little unexpected. I thought Shuichi-kun would..."
"Would you think this is too decadent, lecture me, and even try to save or change me?"
"I'm not that arrogant, and I've never thought I could change anything or save anyone. Besides, everyone's lifestyle has its own causes and reasons. When you want to change, Haruka-san, you will. It's useless no matter what anyone else says."
Hearing this, a peculiar light flashed in Haruka's eyes, and a smile touched her lips. "You're really different, Shuichi-kun."
"I guess. I'm leaving," Shuichi said, then closed the door without a second thought.
Haruka stared blankly for a moment, then reached out and grabbed a small object from the bed. As she turned it on, she muttered to herself:
"It seems this really is a place where I can be at ease..."
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[Haruka Igawa's Sense of Belonging +10. Manager's Monthly Salary +100,000 Yen.]
The moment Shuichi left the clothing store, he received the system notification. He raised his eyebrows. This result... wasn't surprising at all. He shook his head with a wry smile, stood in the middle of the street, and looked up at the second floor of the gym. But it seemed he was out of luck today; he didn't see Sayuki.
Just as he turned to head back to the management office, he noticed a small figure behind the glass door of the ramen shop, looking at him curiously.
It was Yurika's daughter.
Her name was...
"Reiko?" Shuichi remembered. Fumika had mentioned her before. The little girl was about six years old.
Seeing him look at her, Reiko shyly hid herself a bit, but her eyes continued to watch him with curiosity.
Shuichi was a bit confused by the situation. Fortunately, Yurika noticed what was happening, quickly came over, nodded to him, and then knelt beside her daughter.
"What's wrong, Reiko?"
Reiko timidly shook her head. "That big brother... has a comfortable feeling around him."
"Hmm?"
Yurika was taken aback. She looked up at Shuichi outside the glass. A comfortable feeling? He did indeed seem to have a quality that made people want to get closer.
The glass door wasn't very soundproof, and with Shuichi's sharp hearing, he caught the gist of it even though Reiko's voice was tiny. He instantly understood.
It seemed the effect of the flower shop was quite potent. Was his temperament that effective? Affinity MAX? Or maybe it was just that children's intuition is sharper than adults'?
Shuichi reached out and pulled open the glass door. Reiko looked up at him with her small face and didn't hide this time.
"Want one?" Shuichi took a lollipop from his pocket. It was one he had bought for the foolish girl.
Reiko blinked and turned to look at Yurika, who smiled and didn't stop her. "Remember to say thank you."
Taking the lollipop, Reiko gave a somewhat weak smile. "Thank you, big brother."
"You're welcome." Shuichi patted her small head, and Reiko didn't shy away.
Yurika was quite surprised. "This child rarely gets close to people. She doesn't even talk much with Sayuki-san and Fumika-san."
"Is that so?" Shuichi was slightly taken aback. "Then earning her approval must not be an easy thing. Children are pure-hearted; they don't fake it."
"That's right. Your affability is quite unusual, Chiba-kun." Yurika's curiosity about him grew.
As the two were talking, a dissonant, strained voice came from the side. "Shuichi, you..."
Shuichi looked up and saw Uchida with the expression of someone looking at a traitor.
Ignoring him, Shuichi smiled at Yurika. "You two still need to eat, right? I won't disturb you any longer."
"We were the ones disturbing you," Yurika said with a smile, leading Reiko back into the shop. The little girl kept looking back at Shuichi with every step.
Shuichi found this rather magical. Perhaps if his affability increased even more, he could easily win anyone's favor?
Thinking about it, the effect of the flower shop was even more terrifying than the haircut from the beauty salon!
After all, no matter how handsome you are, some people will still dislike you. But affability could subtly influence people's perceptions and attitudes.
"You don't allow me to get close, but you run off to give her a lollipop?" Uchida's face was full of resentment.
Shuichi slapped him on the shoulder irritably. "Because I'm not you. Do you need something else? Why are you still here instead of going home? Can't find your way back? Surely not?"
"I was just worried you'd be dragged off by my cousin to cross-dress..." Uchida muttered.
"Are you sure you didn't want to see me suffer the same fate as you?" Shuichi raised an eyebrow.
"Ahem... if you went through it too, then we'd have something in common," Uchida said, looking a little guilty.
"I'd rather not have that in common. I'm sure you wouldn't be comfortable if I invited you in, so... I won't see you out. I'm going upstairs to rest." Shuichi waved his hand dismissively, without any pretense of politeness.
Uchida didn't mind. "True. Right now, I just want to go home, hide in my bedroom, and read manga. See ya."
Watching him leave, Shuichi shook his head. "The two of them are quite alike. They both love to hole up in their bedrooms."
...
After watching some anime and eating dinner, Shuichi digested for a bit, then changed his clothes and went to the gym.
When Sayuki saw he came alone, she was a little puzzled. "Where's An-chan? Is she not coming today?"
"We never said she'd come every day. Or does Sayuki-san enjoy having her watch from the side?"
Shuichi walked closer, skillfully wrapped his arm around her waist, grabbed one of her thighs, lifted it to his hip, and gently caressed the back of her thigh.
Sayuki scoffed. "What nonsense are you talking about? If you dare corrupt that child's innocent mind, you'll be in for it."
Shuichi glanced at her sideways. "Does Sayuki-san hope the class president stays single for life? Hiss... I thought Sayuki-san wasn't jealous, but it turns out..."
Smack—
Sayuki irritably slapped him on the butt. "More nonsense? You're deliberately twisting my words, aren't you? Am I that malicious?"
Shuichi sucked in a breath from the pain. "So if I started dating the class president, you wouldn't be jealous, Sayuki-san?"
Sayuki shot him a glare. "Not even trying to hide your devious thoughts? You've been dreaming of such a good thing for a long time, haven't you?"
"It was Fumika-san and Sayuki-san who brought it up first..." Shuichi muttered.
"If it's An-chan..." Sayuki paused, pondering for a moment. "I have no objection. My sister would probably have even less of an objection."
The meaning behind these words was quite thought-provoking. It clearly didn't mean breaking up with them to date the foolish girl, but rather... at the same time.
It seemed that doing this kind of thing made her feel a little guilty towards that pure and lovely little fool, which was why Sayuki's words were so evasive.
"Does it have to be An-chan?" Shuichi blinked.
Sayuki's gaze immediately turned hostile as she grabbed his butt. "You little lecher, who else have you been messing with?"
"I was just asking..."
"Tell the truth."
"Ugh... the little fool's older sister."
Suddenly, Sayuki wasn't angry anymore, looking as if she had expected it.
"I knew it. Not only do you have a taste for mature women, but you also have a thing for sisters. Between the Akiyama sisters, the older one is indeed more outstanding than the younger one."
Ah, it should be that she's more 'lewd'... Shuichi silently corrected in his mind.
"But as for Tsuki..."
Sayuki fell silent for a moment, lost in thought, but soon she spoke again in a nonchalant tone:
"Do whatever you want. I'm not your anything. I just let you help me pass the boring time because you're somewhat handsome."
"Handsome..." The corners of Shuichi's mouth twitched. "The way you say it makes me sound like some helpless maiden who's been captured and toyed with."
"That's quite a prejudice. Are only men allowed to toy with girls, and not women with boys?" Sayuki's alluring eyes gave him a seductive side-glance.
"That's exactly what a bad woman would say," Shuichi retorted. "But Sayuki-san's worries are a bit unnecessary. Compared to that fool of a class president, the student council president actually... minds even less."
"Hmm?"
Sayuki was stunned and a little confused. An-chan was a lovely fool, so it made sense she wouldn't be aware of such things. But her older sister seemed to be a smart one.
Could she really not mind?
As she thought this, she said, "When was I worried? Stop with the useless talk and let's get to the workout."
"How are we training today? Which position?" Shuichi stopped talking about Tsuki and asked with an expectant look.
Sayuki felt a strange sense of urgency. She didn't know when this little lecher would be snatched away by the Akiyama sisters, and when that time came...
Could she really bring herself to compete with two little girls?
Thinking this, she grabbed Shuichi, licked her lips, and while removing the obstacles between them, said with a burning gaze, "Today... we're practicing the flat-lying bench press."
"Flat-lying bench press?" Shuichi was a little confused.
Without another word, Sayuki lightly hooked his leg with her foot, laying him down on the floor. She straddled his abdomen and casually retied her hair.
"I think I understand. Is it like this?"
As Shuichi spoke, he reached out, pulled her two legs over to either side of his shoulders, and slid his hands under her thighs to support her body.
Sayuki looked down at him from above, her hands gently caressing his chest, a suggestive smile on her lips.
"Not bad. It seems you really do have a talent for fitness. Your comprehension is very strong."
"I've long said I have a talent for this," Shuichi chuckled.
Sayuki propped her hands on his chest, leaned down slightly, and breathed softly in his ear, "Now... lift me up."
Hearing this, Shuichi's spirits soared. He flexed his arms and easily lifted her up, holding her suspended for several seconds before slowly lowering her down.
The movement was steady and precise, without the slightest deviation.
Trying a new fitness method for the first time, their perfect coordination made them both let out a long sigh of relief.
"Continue. Today, we practice until your arms can't be lifted anymore," Sayuki demanded sternly.
"Sayuki-san is really terrifying," Shuichi remarked, but he didn't dare to slack off and began his workout with earnest effort.
...
Sayuki felt a sense of urgency, and Shuichi felt it too. She was especially strict today, and he once again experienced the long-forgotten feeling of soreness all over his body.
His arms couldn't be lifted at all.
"Why did you train so hard again today? Sayuki doesn't know how to go easy."
In the massage room, Fumika took Shuichi's hands with a pained expression, helped him lean against the massage bed, and looked reproachfully at her younger sister.
"Here you go again, sis. Why don't you ever feel sorry for me? I had a busy day too and I'm very tired."
Sayuki said irritably, then habitually grabbed a magazine and sat down to read.
Fumika looked on helplessly, but she couldn't do anything about her petulant sister. She had no choice but to help her man to the bathroom.
At the bathroom door, she gently and carefully helped Shuichi take off his tracksuit jacket, while he took the opportunity to nuzzle and sniff her face and neck.
"Alright, alright, are you that impatient?" Fumika said, amused. "Every inch of me has been thoroughly familiarized by you so many times. Isn't that enough?"
"How could the scent of you ever be enough for me?" Shuichi found her lips and kissed them.
Fumika's limbs went weak, and she instinctively stopped what she was doing to respond. But since she had business to attend to, she had to restrain herself for the time being, stopping after a short kiss.
Panting slightly, after helping him undress completely, the two entered the bathroom.
Fumika skillfully lathered herself with soap, then helped Shuichi lather up. As she carefully applied the foam, she asked with some concern:
"Shuichi-kun... have you been feeling okay recently?"
"You don't need to worry, darling. Don't mind how tired I look. As long as I have your massage, I'll be back to normal tomorrow."
Shuichi thought she was worried about him overexerting himself at the gym, but Fumika hugged him from behind, and as she helped lather his body, she said in a low voice:
"I'm not talking about that. I'm talking about... you have to accompany Sayuki every day and then me. Isn't that too exhausting for you?"
"!!!" Shuichi was instantly shocked. Did... did she mean what I think she means?
Fumika noticed his body stiffen and smiled through pursed lips. "I'm not angry. You don't have to be like this, Shuichi-kun."
Hearing this, Shuichi relaxed a little. "Uh... when did you find out, darling?"
"You have Sayuki's scent on you. It's very obvious," Fumika said, lowering her head to sniff behind the boy's ear.
"Then you actually noticed a long time ago?"
"Vaguely. After all, it could have been picked up while helping with the workout. It's not good to jump to conclusions."
As Fumika spoke, there was a hint of melancholy in her voice, and her hand slid down his abs. "So, I said it before. The two of you are ganging up to bully me."
A chill went down Shuichi's spine. He had a feeling that if he didn't answer this correctly, his gentle wife would make him experience something unspeakable.
"Darling... are you really not angry?"
Fumika rested her chin on his shoulder and said gently, "You are young, handsome, and have a good personality, Shuichi-kun. And your family background is on a level I can't even comprehend. And I'm already twenty-eight, and a married woman at that... The fact that you are willing to spend time with me and leave me with a beautiful memory is already enough to make me content."
"That won't do. You promised to be with me for a lifetime, darling," Shuichi said, wrapping his arm back around her smooth waist and back.
"Mmm..." Fumika's hands were burning, and so was her heart. Her eyes grew misty. "I also want to be with you for a lifetime, Shuichi-kun. If you don't mind, and if your future... significant other doesn't mind either. Of course, saying this seems a bit shameless..."
"That's not true. And besides, I won't allow you to leave me," Shuichi said, gently rubbing his cheek against hers.
"Mmm..." Fumika hugged the young man tightly, as if afraid of losing him, and began to kiss his cheek. "I'm sorry, Shuichi-kun. I think I really am a bad woman. Even though I know I shouldn't be doing this, I still hope that your future wife will be able to tolerate my existence."
"Don't ever say things like that again. If getting married means losing you, then I will absolutely never get married. I won't even find a girlfriend."
Shuichi turned her around into his arms, held her soft, smooth body, looked down into her eyes, and spoke with utmost seriousness.
Fumika didn't dare to look at him and said in a small voice, "Actually, when I spoke up for An-chan that day, I had some bad intentions. I just felt that if it was a simple and kind girl like her, she might allow me to stay by your side, Shuichi-kun..."
Shuichi found it amusing. "How is that a bad intention? But you're quite a good judge of character, darling. If it were that little fool, she really wouldn't mind, as long as you're willing to buy her tasty food."
"Buy her tasty food?" Fumika was a bit stunned.
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