"Yes, I'm serious. I'm not joking." Shuichi also felt it was a bit absurd to talk about snacks in the context of a relationship, but it was the truth.
"Is... that so?"
Fumika suddenly felt that the thing she had been worrying about for so long was actually much simpler than she had imagined.
While soothing Fumika's uneasy heart with his hands, Shuichi asked, "Then you're probably not angry with Sayuki-san either, are you?"
Fumika's eyes grew hazy from his caresses, and she let out a soft moan. Hearing his question, she said with an amused laugh:
"How could I be angry with Sayuki? She's been clinging to me since she was little. She always liked to share everything with me, clothes, toys, you name it. Even if we bought two of something, she would just toss hers aside and come use mine. So... for this to happen isn't actually that surprising."
Hearing this, Shuichi became thoughtful. It seemed their sisterly bond was truly deep.
"Speaking of which..." He suddenly remembered something and leaned in to whisper in Fumika's ear, "Did you really share all your toys?"
Fumika froze for a moment, then her face flushed crimson. "Shuichi-kun, you're teasing me again."
"If you're willing to tell me, how about we team up and secretly tease Sayuki-san together in the future?" Shuichi tempted her.
Fumika's interest was immediately piqued. To go from being the one who was teased to the one doing the teasing, and to finally let her sister experience her own embarrassment...
"Alright then..."
Shuichi immediately lowered his head, pressing his ear to her lips to hear her answer, his eyes growing brighter and brighter.
...
After their bath, Fumika came out cuddling with Shuichi. Seeing this, Sayuki immediately teased them:
"Isn't seeing each other every day enough? Aren't you tired of being so clingy? Why don't you just move in across the street, sis?"
"I'd love to. I'm just afraid Sayuki would be lonely by herself," Fumika said frankly.
"I wouldn't be lonely. You can go if you want, sis," Sayuki huffed, but a flash of unhappiness was evident in her eyes.
Seeing this, Shuichi played along, "Then why don't you sleep at my place tonight, darling?"
"Mmm..." Fumika blushed and agreed without much hesitation.
Sayuki opened her mouth, but then closed it again, stopping herself from speaking.
In her silence, Fumika began to massage Shuichi, applying essential oil first to her own hands, legs, and heart, before rubbing it onto his body.
On regular days, Sayuki would have watched this scene with great interest, but today she couldn't feel happy at all. She was restless and fidgety.
"Alright, alright, Sayuki... mm, don't be unhappy. Is it okay if I don't go?"
Fumika finally couldn't bear it anymore. She sat up from Shuichi's abdomen and said with an amused smile.
"When was I unhappy? As long as you're happy, sis."
As Sayuki spoke, she shot another glare at Shuichi, who was lying there, continuously soothing her sister's heart with his hand. "That guy is even happier."
"If you don't want your sister to leave, just say so, Sayuki-san. Pouting is scary. You're a grown woman, yet you're still so dishonest. Tsundere characters are out of style, you know."
Shuichi said with a smile while continuing to soothe his wife's heart.
"You ungrateful bastard," Sayuki shot him a hateful glare, finally realizing what was happening. "You're ganging up with my sister to bully me, aren't you?"
"How could I possibly bully you, Sayuki-san? Right now, you're the only one who gets to bully me," Shuichi said, grabbing the plump thighs on either side of him and starting to caress them. After being coated in essential oil, her thighs felt even smoother and more decadent to the touch.
"If Sayuki doesn't want her big sister to leave, you have to say it honestly~" Fumika squeezed his waist with her legs. "Otherwise, your big sister really will be seduced away by Shuichi-kun."
Even though she knew they were teasing her, Sayuki still couldn't take it. She lowered her head, pretending to read her magazine, and muttered, "Stay."
"What was that?" Fumika blinked, looking at her dishonest little sister, trying to stifle a laugh.
"I said don't go, sis. Stay with me. Did you hear me clearly?" Sayuki raised her voice slightly. After speaking, she stood up with a red face and left. "I'm going upstairs."
"Okay, I understand. Mmm... your big sister won't leave such an adorable Sayuki~" Fumika said teasingly.
"Don't describe me like that!" Sayuki said, embarrassed and annoyed, as she closed the door behind her.
Fumika couldn't stop smiling. She hummed as she leaned down to hug the young man tightly. "What do you think, Shuichi-kun? Isn't Sayuki's personality very cute?"
"Indeed," Shuichi said, patting her leg.
Fumika immediately understood, got up, and turned one hundred and eighty degrees on the spot.
Now that he couldn't touch her thighs, Shuichi grabbed her ankles instead. "Sayuki-san seems tough on the surface, but she's actually very delicate and soft on the inside. Just like you, darling, she knows how to be considerate."
Fumika propped her hands on his legs, leaned forward until she was lying flat, and also grabbed Shuichi's ankles. "Yes, Sayuki is a very, very good person. You have to treat her well, Shuichi-kun..."
"The way you say that... I'm usually the one being bullied. The only one I truly bully is you, isn't that right, darling?"
As he spoke, Shuichi grabbed Fumika's ankles and pulled her towards him.
"Mmm..." Fumika slid smoothly closer, and then just as smoothly slid away. "It's okay if you bully me, Shuichi-kun... I like it very much..."
"I also like bullying you, darling..."
...
The more Sayuki thought about it, the angrier she got. That little bastard. And to think she had just been so considerate of him, even hoping she could be with him in the future.
But then he turned around and ganged up with her sister to tease her.
She stood at the door of the massage room, listening to the faint moans coming from inside, biting her lip hard.
He, too, completely bewitched her sister.
She stood fuming by the wall for a long time before it finally quieted down inside.
The moment the massage room door opened, she immediately grabbed the figure that came out, pinned him against the wall, and shut the door behind them.
Sayuki looked at the young man's increasingly attractive face and immediately sealed his lips with hers.
"Hiss..." Shuichi sucked in a breath. His lip was bitten open again!
"Why do you always like to bite people, Sayuki-san? It hurts to eat when it's always injured like this."
"Hmph." Sayuki kneed him irritably. "Not only do I like to bite, but I also especially love to 'play with walnuts'."
"!!!" A chill went down Shuichi's spine. He couldn't help but squeeze his legs together, but it was too late. "Don't, don't be rash."
"Weren't you just teasing me with my sister? And now you're telling me not to be rash?" Sayuki watched his reaction playfully, finally feeling a sense of satisfaction. "Will you dare to do it again?"
Shuichi hesitated for a moment. "Um... Sayuki-san, Fumika isn't very tired today. She might come out any second."
"Hmm?" Sayuki froze. Come out? Isn't my sister usually so exhausted she needs to rest for a long time to recover? "Are you trying to trick me?"
Just as the words left her mouth, the massage room door was pushed open, revealing the flushed, radiant figure of Fumika.
"Sayuki? Didn't you go upstairs? What are you doing here?"
Sayuki was shocked and tried to pull her hand back, but it was too late. Shuichi had clamped down on it tightly.
She secretly shot him a glare. Fooling around at a time like this, wasn't he afraid of being discovered?
"Nothing, just came down to see if you were done, sis. Why aren't you resting a bit longer today? Is there something urgent?"
As Sayuki spoke, she subtly shifted her position, pressing against the wall to block her sister's view.
This thrilling scene made her heart pound. She was no longer in a hurry to pull her hand back.
"Yes, I forgot to tell Shuichi-kun something. I thought he probably hadn't gone far, so I came out to tell him in person."
As Fumika spoke, she took half a step out the door but was blocked by Sayuki.
"You're all sweaty. It's cool outside, you will catch a cold. You can just tell him on LINE." Sayuki's hand behind her back was fidgeting nervously.
"Oh, that works too."
Fumika suppressed a smile, finding it particularly amusing to see her sister trying so hard to act nonchalant despite being so nervous. "It's just that my period is coming in two days. For at least three to five days, I won't be able to... mmm. I was afraid Shuichi-kun would be disappointed and wanted to comfort him in person."
Hearing this, Shuichi was in a daze. Has it already been almost 28 days? So fast? Why does it feel like I just met her yesterday? But then it suddenly felt very slow, as if he had known Fumika for a very long time, long enough to know her every detail, as if he knew her in a past life. How has it only been twenty-eight days?
Well, my monthly salary hasn't arrived yet... The iron-clad fact proved that it hadn't been a month yet.
Sayuki was speechless. "Can't you just comfort him 'in your mouth' later? Why is a period even a problem nowadays?"
Fumika's cheeks flushed. "Don't say things like that."
"You've already done it, yet you're afraid to talk about it," Sayuki rolled her eyes. "Alright, hurry up and go back inside. Don't catch a cold."
"Sayuki, aren't you coming in?" Fumika asked, feigning surprise.
"I still have something to do. I'll be done after you've rested for a bit," Sayuki said, trying to stay calm.
"Is that so... you can finish after resting for a bit?" Fumika said meaningfully, then closed the door.
Sayuki let out a sigh of relief.
"Your heart was beating so fast just now, Sayuki-san. With my ear against your back, I could feel how powerful it was," Shuichi said in a low voice.
Sayuki turned and gave him a sidelong glance. "My hand is also very powerful."
"!!!"
...
Walking with a somewhat awkward posture to the second floor of the flower shop, Shuichi was immediately sized up by Ichika with a strange look.
"You got hurt again today?"
"Ah... not really. It just hurts a little," Shuichi carefully shuffled towards the sofa.
Ichika tilted her head and smiled faintly. "Is it your butt again? Do I need to get the first-aid kit?"
"No, and you don't need to. It'll be fine after a little while." Shuichi sat down across from her like a lord, his legs spread apart.
The lighting had been dim just now, so Ichika hadn't noticed anything wrong. Now, under the light of the table lamp, she finally understood where he was injured.
Her expression immediately became a little strange. "Are you really... okay? That's more concerning than your butt, isn't it?"
"Ahem, I'm really fine," Shuichi cleared his throat. "Let's talk about the reward. The scores came out today. Did Nagase-sensei tell you, Ichika-san?"
Ichika averted her gaze and shook her head slightly. "She doesn't usually contact me."
"That makes sense. She's probably afraid of annoying you. It's even possible she's opened your chat window countless times, typed a bunch of words, and then deleted everything."
Shuichi described it as if he had seen it with his own eyes, which made Ichika smile. "Perhaps you have a talent for writing too, Shuichi-kun."
"I don't have that kind of talent. Even if I did, I'm too lazy to sit in front of a computer racking my brain when I could be living a leisurely life collecting rent..."
Shuichi suddenly fell silent. His life of collecting rent didn't seem to have anything to do with being leisurely, did it? How many landlords were more tired than he was? Working his fingers to the bone every day, exhausting his body.
"Do you think Nagase is ready to accept it, Shuichi-kun?" Ichika asked, fiddling with a lanyard, revealing a hint of anxiety.
Shuichi snapped out of his thoughts. He considered Sumire's recent changes and the successive shocks of seeing the people around her break character.
He felt it was about time.
"It should be fine. I'll work a little harder tomorrow and the day after, and it should be no problem. And then... would you mind going to Nagase-sensei's house this weekend, Ichika-san?"
"Nagase's house?" Ichika's fingers paused slightly. She nodded very slowly. "If you think it's necessary, Shuichi-kun, then I'll go."
"You've never been before?" Shuichi found her hesitation strange.
Ichika shook her head, then suddenly stood up and walked over to him. "Shuichi-kun, is it okay today as well? For the dummy research?"
Shuichi was dumbfounded. It seemed that the emotions and needs that had been suppressed for all these years were erupting with a passion far greater than that of an ordinary person. Even with her naturally cool temperament, Ichika was completely unable to resist.
"Since I've already promised you, Ichika-san, then of course it's fine. Do you need me to lie down?" Shuichi asked, turning his head to look at her.
Ichika shook her head again. "It's fine for you to just sit like this, Shuichi-kun."
Saying that, she knelt on the sofa and then gracefully crawled on her knees towards his side, her posture as perfect as something from an etiquette textbook.
Shuichi figured she wanted to get behind him, so he cooperatively scooted forward a bit to make space.
Before long, two long, slender, legs stretched out in front of him, flanking his thighs, and a cool, smooth body pressed tightly against his back.
"Actually, I've wanted to visit Nagase's house for a long time, or invite her to my place. But that kind of behavior, no matter how you look at it, seems far too intimate."
Ichika pressed her cheek against his scorching back, her hands gently caressing his hot chest as she began to speak in a murmur. "Nagase and I met in college. To be honest, at first, I never thought we would maintain our relationship for so many years..."
Shuichi was held tightly by her, listening to her recount some very ordinary memories.
There was nothing dramatic about how they met. It was just that, compared to others, Sumire admired her without harassing her, and she didn't lose patience or become angry due to Ichika's cold attitude.
Thus, she was able to get a little closer to Ichika than the average person.
And it was because she was restrained and patient enough that she could maintain this strange friendship for so many years.
But Shuichi couldn't help but sigh and shake his head. Sumire really didn't get it. A simp will never have a happy ending.
When you treat someone like a goddess, how can you ever get close? Even with an ordinary person, someone not as near-perfect as Ichika, once you put them on a pedestal, they have no choice but to act the part, even if they don't want to.
The posture, image, and mode of interaction one adopts in front of someone really depends on the other person's attitude.
"Don't worry, Ichika-san. This weekend is just to test the waters, to make Nagase-sensei realize that you're not as perfect as she imagines. Once we break her fixed impression, the rest will be easy."
Shuichi knew that Ichika was saying all this because she was still worried about losing this unique and strange friendship, so he offered a word of comfort.
"What do you want me to do, Shuichi-kun?" Seeing that he understood her, Ichika relaxed a little. The corners of her mouth turned up slightly as she pressed his pectoral muscles.
They were firm and springy, not soft like her own. It was interesting.
Hearing this, Shuichi reached out, picked up his phone from the coffee table, carefully identified a certain side of the die, and pressed it. "Is this way okay?"
Ichika trembled slightly and hugged him tighter, her legs instinctively rising to wrap around his waist.
Shuichi glanced down at those snow-white, delicate feet, and his eyelids twitched. "If you can't accept it, Ichika-san, then we can forget it. There are other ways. I'll think of something else."
"It's fine. This will work. You've already put in so much effort for me, Shuichi-kun," Ichika said, her hands passing under his armpits and wrapping around to his front, gripping his shoulders.
"Then what research do you want to do today, Ichika-san? What material do you want to collect? Or is just holding me like this enough?"
Shuichi's gaze began to wander uncontrollably again. They were just too beautiful; he had never seen any as beautiful as these.
He felt that if this continued, he would end up just like Sumire, thinking that Ichika was not of this world.
"I've heard... that everyone's preferences are different. Some people like personality, some like faces, some like legs, some like waists, and some like feet... What do you like, Shuichi-kun?"
"Mmm... actually, some people like voices too. Like I said before, sometimes sound has a stronger impact than touch or sight."
Shuichi suspected his gaze had been detected and felt a little guilty.
"It's okay today. Are you sure you don't want to try, Shuichi-kun?" Ichika's voice was somewhat ethereal, making it feel unreal, like an auditory hallucination.
Her face still held a trace of inquiry and anticipation, as if she were conducting some kind of experiment.
Shuichi didn't know what she was thinking, but who could resist this kind of temptation? Besides, here on the second floor, Ichika wouldn't say things she didn't mean, so he didn't have to worry that going along with her would backfire.
"Then... shall I give it a try? If you feel uncomfortable, Ichika-san, you can tell me to stop at any time."
As Shuichi spoke, he grabbed her feet and placed them on his thighs…
Shuichi's hands, warm and trembling with nervous anticipation, cradled Ichika's delicate feet, their softness a stark contrast to the heat of his bare thighs. Her toes, perfectly manicured and smooth, twitched under his touch, betraying her own uncertainty in this uncharted. Ichika's bare skin pressed tightly against his back, her full breasts grazing his shoulder blades, her nipples hardening against him, sending a surge of heat through his already throbbing cock.
"Shuichi-kun," She murmured, her voice low and hesitant, laced with a curious edge, "You didn't answer my question. What *do* you like?".
He swallowed hard, his thumbs tracing slow, shaky circles along the arches of her feet. Her skin was flawless, cool against his heated palms, the faint scent of her lavender lotion mixing with the musky arousal in the air. "I… I've never done anything like this before," He admitted, his voice hoarse, his eyes locked on her toes as they curled slightly, brushing his bare skin and making his cock twitch visibly.
Ichika's legs shifted, her knees bending as she pressed her naked body closer, her slick heat grazing his lower back, her breasts flattening against him. Her hands, draped over his shoulders, gripped him tightly, fingers trembling with nervous excitement. "Me neither," She whispered, her lips brushing his neck, her breath hot and uneven. "But… I want to feel it. Show me, Shuichi-kun."
Shuichi's breath hitched, his hands pausing before pressing harder, his fingers sliding along the tops of her feet, tracing the delicate bones before digging into her soft soles. He kneaded them firmly, testing her reaction, and was met with a sharp, needy gasp from Ichika. Her toes flexed, grazing the underside of his throbbing cock, the contact sending a jolt of raw pleasure through him, his shaft pulsing against her smooth skin.
"Ichika-san," He rasped, "Is this… okay?".
Her response was a shaky moan, her lips pressing against his ear, her tongue flicking out briefly, making him shudder. "It's okay, Shuichi-kun. I want this. Keep going." Her feet shifted in his hands, one sliding higher up his thigh, the other pressing directly against his cock, her toes curling around his swollen tip with clumsy but eager intent, precum already leaking from him.
Shuichi's grip tightened, his thumbs digging into her soles with more force, kneading the soft flesh as he guided her feet. He could feel her body trembling behind him, her slick heat pressing against his back, her breaths coming in short, ragged bursts. Her toes slid along his shaft, tentative at first, then bolder, stroking him with awkward but deliberate pressure, smearing his precum across her skin. His cock throbbed painfully, the sensation of her soft soles against his sensitive flesh driving him wild.
"Ichika-san," He groaned, "This is… intense." His hands roamed higher, fingers gripping her ankles before sliding back down, savoring her smoothness. Her toes curled tighter around his cock, stroking faster, and he let out a guttural moan, his hips bucking instinctively into her touch.
She let out a soft, nervous laugh, her voice trembling with arousal. "I… I don't know what I'm doing, Shuichi-kun, but… you're so hard." Her breasts pressed harder against his back, her nipples grazing him, her own arousal evident in the wet heat against his skin.
Shuichi's hands guided her feet with desperate urgency, encouraging her to stroke him harder, faster. The sensation of her soft soles and toes working his cock, combined with her naked body enveloping him from behind, was overwhelming. His balls tightened, his breathing erratic as he felt her own excitement in the way her thighs trembled, her hands clawing at his shoulders.
"Ichika-san," He gasped, his voice breaking, "if you don't stop…".
She didn't stop. Her feet pressed harder, one sole grinding against his shaft while her toes teased his tip, slick with his precum. "Shuichi-kun," She whispered, her voice dripping with heat, "I want to feel you… let go.".
His hands gripped her feet tightly, guiding them with frantic need as he thrust into her touch, his cock pulsing under her soles. The room narrowed to the heat of her skin, the slick pressure of her toes, and her soft, desperate moans against his ear. With a choked, primal groan, his body convulsed, his cock erupting, thick ropes of cum spilling over her feet, coating her toes and soles as he shuddered through the intense release.
They stayed frozen for a moment, her cum-slicked feet still resting on his thighs, her hands clutching his shoulders, both of them panting heavily. Ichika's cheek pressed against his back, her skin flushed and warm, a shy smile curving her lips. "That was… a lot," She murmured, her voice soft but laced with nervous satisfaction. "For the research, right?"
Shuichi let out a shaky laugh, his body still buzzing, his cock hardening against her sticky feet. "Yeah… research. Ichika-san." His hands lingered on her ankles, reluctant to let go, her bare form still pressed intimately against him.
"More… research?" She asked.
He grinned, heart pounding, the heat of her body grounding him. "If you're up for it, Ichika-san. We've got a lot to learn."
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