When Fumika left, Shuichi directly brought up the matter with Haruka. "I was talking business with her this morning. A friend's older sister asked me for help; it's not right to just refuse, is it?"
"I didn't ask you," Sayuki huffed, her tone rather coquettish.
"I'm the one who wants to explain. But speaking of which, Haruka-san is really charming. Especially with her status as a friend's older sister..."
As Shuichi spoke, he started making appreciative clicking sounds, which instantly annoyed Sayuki.
"I knew you little bastard wouldn't be able to resist sooner or later!"
"I can't help it. My family sent me some tonic recently, but it just so happens that you and your sister are in a special condition. It's really hard for me to handle."
Shuichi said this with an expectant look on his face. "If you could help me out more, Sayuki-san, and help me keep my heart like still water, then naturally I wouldn't be tempted."
Sayuki had long known what he was really getting at with all this nonsense. She had missed her workout yesterday because of her stomach ache, and she did miss it a little.
She looked up at her sister, who was busy in the living room not far away, and licked her lips.
"I didn't eat enough just now. Do you have anything else to eat here? I have to maintain my figure, so I can only eat high-protein food."
"Yes, of course, I do. Not only that, but I also have a lot of fruit. Mmm, for example, the same two kinds you ate yesterday, Sayuki-san," Shuichi said, nodding and letting go of her ankle.
Sayuki's charming eyes flickered. She casually knocked a pair of chopsticks to the floor, then bent down to pick them up...
...
Some time later, looking at Sayuki's puffy cheeks, Shuichi tentatively reached out to pat her head, wanting to coax her.
But his hand was slapped away, and then both of his thighs were fiercely pinched at the same time. Sayuki had a very strong grip, and the pain made him suck in a sharp breath.
"Aren't you going to eat the lychees, Sayuki-san?" Shuichi said, reaching for the back of her hand again.
Hearing this, Sayuki shot him a bewitching eye-roll. She didn't slap his hand away this time, just huffed lightly and lowered her head to pop a lychee into her mouth, chewing and sucking on it.
Shuichi took a deep breath. Just as he was about to say something, his phone suddenly vibrated. He picked it up and saw that it was a call from Sumire.
Shaking his head with a wry smile, Shuichi thought to himself that this girl was quite patient. He had told her he was coming today, and she had waited until noon to ask. That was pretty good.
But he didn't answer, directly hanging up and then sending a message.
[Don't be anxious, we'll be leaving in a bit. Ichika-san also needs time to get ready and close the shop.]
[Mmm, mmm, as long as you can come, that's fine. I can wait. It's just...]
[What?]
[I... I'm a little nervous. What should I do in a little while? It's Kitagawa's first time coming over. What if the reception isn't good, or if I leave a bad impression on her in some way?]
Shuichi was a bit speechless. [Then let's just cancel today's trip. That way you won't have to be nervous, sensei.]
[Don't! Pretend I didn't say that... I'm just a little insecure...]
[Relax. The more nervous you are, sensei, the more likely you are to make mistakes. The more importance you place on it, the more distant you become. Don't you understand that yet?]
[Mmm... I understand the logic, but I just can't help being a little nervous...]
[It's fine, I have a way. Where's that little gift I gave you before?]
[?!!] Sumire's whole body tensed up, remembering how it had suddenly come to life last night. [W-what for?]
[Use it.]
[No way!]
[Are you sure?]
[...Do I have to?]
[Nothing is a must. If you don't accept, sensei, then we just won't go.]
[...I understand.]
Sitting on the toilet, Sumire turned off the massage function. She really wanted to crawl through the phone line and bite this hateful guy to death.
But whether Kitagawa was coming or not would be revealed soon. She could only endure it for now.
She would bite him to death later!
She hesitantly took out the small gift, then bit her lip and got it ready. Just as she was about to reply, there was a knock on the bathroom door.
"Sumire-chan, are you not done yet?"
"Oh, I'm done, coming out now!" Sumire quickly tidied up, got dressed, and then got up to open the door.
Naomi, still not fully awake, was leaning softly against the doorframe. She looked in surprise at her Yor Forger cosplay outfit. "Are you planning on wearing that today?"
"Mmm..." Sumire was a little embarrassed. "It's strange, isn't it? I told you it was strange."
Naomi carefully examined the black dress and fishnet stockings she was wearing and smiled.
"No, it's very beautiful, very suitable. But is there a reason? Suddenly dressing up like this."
"Sigh..." Sumire sighed. "It's that Shuichi guy."
"Hmm?" Naomi's heart stirred. "What about him?"
"You know how I've been good friends with Kitagawa for years, but there's always been a sense of distance? I can't even call her by her first name directly. Then that Shuichi guy said, I've been hiding my hobby all this time, unwilling to show Kitagawa my true face, so on what grounds should I expect her to open her heart to me? So I just..."
The anxious Sumire was just looking for someone to confide in, so she just told her the reason. "Although he has a point, I can't help but feel like I might be being tricked."
Hearing this, Naomi started to laugh. "Shuichi-kun probably wouldn't trick you about something like this. But if you're not sure, I can help you confirm with him again."
"Oh! Right! You two are now..."
Sumire's mind was so full of Kitagawa that she had temporarily forgotten about this, and for a moment, she felt a little guilty.
"Just now... um, I didn't mean to talk bad about him in front of you. Naomi-chan, don't overthink it."
"Alright, I understand. I don't know why you two always have to bicker like this," Naomi said, shaking her head with a wry smile, then took out her phone to send a message to Shuichi.
Just as Sumire was about to say something, she suddenly froze, as if remembering something terrifying. Her body began to tremble uncontrollably, and she started to feel weak.
Naomi didn't notice her abnormality, just looked at the screen with a smile unconsciously forming on her lips. "Alright, Shuichi-kun replied. He's not tricking you; he really does want to help."
"Mmm... that's good..."
Sumire gritted her teeth and managed to stand firm, but her heart was in her throat. She pricked up her ears, afraid that some sound might leak out and be heard.
But fortunately, the dice's default normal mode was very quiet. Unless it was switched to high-frequency or even overclocked, it wouldn't be heard at all.
Seeing her distracted look, Naomi thought she was still worried and found it amusing.
"You're already a grown woman, yet you're still so nervous about a friend coming over to visit. Even children aren't like this. Hurry up and continue preparing. I'm going to use the bathroom."
"Mmm..."
Dejected and moving stiffly, Sumire shuffled out of the bathroom. She finally understood what that bastard Shuichi meant just now.
Indeed, compared to the current situation, that little bit of nervousness from before was nothing!
Her heart felt like it was about to explode!
Was he really not afraid of her being exposed?! He and Naomi-chan were in that kind of relationship, right? Naomi-chan just sent a message, which meant she was right beside her, yet he still dared to do this?
Sumire squeezed her legs together and stumbled onto the sofa, completely baffled.
Just as she was getting more and more nervous, more and more dazed, suddenly, all the abnormality disappeared, and everything returned to calm at once.
Sumire was stunned for a moment. This sudden calm, on the contrary, brought a sense of loss and disappointment.
But as her mind gradually cleared, she finally understood the problem just now. This guy, he was just counting on the fact that she wouldn't dare to expose him, that she didn't want to ruin her friendship with Naomi-chan!
What a complete and utter bastard!
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On the other side, Shuichi put down his phone and watched as Sayuki, after playing with his balls, started to suck his cock.
"Shuichi-kun, take a look and see if there's anything else that needs to be arranged."
Fumika's voice came from behind him. Shuichi forced himself to turn his head and glanced around casually. "It looks great. Thank you for your hard work, Fumika-san~"
"This little bit of work is hardly anything. It's about time, Sayuki and I should be heading back."
Fumika said, returning to the dining table, and asked with a puzzled look, "Hmm? Where's Sayuki?"
A strong sense of urgency came over him. Shuichi winked at her and pointed under the table.
"I was just replying to a message, so I wasn't paying much attention. Maybe she went to the bathroom. Why don't you wait a little, Fumika-san? You can try out my new sofa and TV."
Fumika revealed a slightly playful smile and sat down directly to his right. "I'd rather watch you than watch TV, Shuichi-kun."
With that, she placed her heavy assets on the table, rested her chin in her hands, and looked at the young man before her with eyes full of affection.
Shuichi also leaned forward, pressing against the table to block the view of what was underneath, and reached over to weigh the load.
"You must work very hard every day, Fumika-san, right? I heard that with a figure like this, the shoulders can get very sore."
"They do, a little. But it's alright. I massage them myself, and sometimes I have Sayuki help me knead my shoulders."
Fumika let him do as he pleased, just smiling gently. "Besides, you like it very much, don't you, Shuichi-kun? This hardship is worth it."
"It's a bit cunning of you to say that, Fumika-san. What innocent boy can stand being teased like this?"
Shuichi felt that Fumika's affection was, like her body, extraordinarily soft and tolerant.
"What will happen if you can't stand it, Shuichi-kun?" Fumika's heart was sweet; she had almost forgotten about teasing her sister.
"I will..." Just as Shuichi was about to say something, he suddenly seemed to remember something serious. His whole body stiffened, his brows furrowed, and he subconsciously squeezed Fumika's soft boobs.
Fumika immediately realized what was happening, and she couldn't help but start breathing rapidly. "Shuichi-kun? What's wrong?"
Shuichi came back to his senses, shook his head, and let out a long breath. "It's nothing. I just remembered I have something to do this afternoon and have to go out. I might not be able to accompany you tonight, Fumika-san. I don't know when I'll be back."
"I see. That's alright. There have been times when I couldn't accompany you because of other things too, Shuichi-kun. It's normal."
Fumika said, then muttered, "Sayuki is so slow. Is she not done yet?"
"Ahem..." Just as she finished speaking, Sayuki emerged from under the table. She was holding a pair of chopsticks, covering her mouth, and sat back down in her seat.
"Eh? Sayuki, weren't you in the bathroom?" Fumika said, deliberately feigning surprise.
"I was just picking up the chopsticks, but then you two suddenly started getting intimate, and I didn't want to interrupt," Sayuki said with great seriousness.
Fumika blinked her eyes, pretending to believe her.
Just then, a clattering of footsteps came from the hallway. Someone was coming up.
Shuichi let go of Fumika's boobs, stood up, walked to the entrance and opened the door. The person who came was Tsuki, her forehead covered in fine sweat, her face flushed.
Without even catching her breath, she asked impatiently, "When are we leaving?"
"Don't worry, what's the rush? I won't leave you behind. And don't worry about catching a cold," Shuichi said, casually wiping the beads of sweat from her forehead.
"By the way, it's a good thing you're here. You can help take the dishes and stuff downstairs. And while you're at it... you can meet them too."
"Them?" Tsuki's breath caught, and her heart began to race. Was he finally going to introduce her to the mistresses?
She followed behind Shuichi, and after a few steps, she saw the pair of well-endowed twin women by the dining table.
Tsuki suppressed the excitement in her heart, bowed slightly, and greeted them. "Good afternoon, Misses Ogawa."
Fumika and her sister exchanged a glance, not knowing why this girl was being so formal, but they each responded.
After the greeting, Tsuki couldn't hold back any longer. She dropped the pretense, her eyes filled with fanaticism as she looked at Fumika. "I heard Fumika-san gives massages. Do you also do acupuncture?"
"Acupuncture?" Fumika shook her head in confusion. "I've never learned that."
At the side, Shuichi was speechless. What kind of nonsense was this nympho president asking? It was definitely not just a simple desire for acupuncture, was it?
"Alright then. But a beauty salon should have a lot of aromatherapy candles, right?" Tsuki asked again, expectantly.
"Mmm... we do have them. Do you... do you like aromatherapy candles very much, Tsuki-chan? Then you can come over to my place sometime and pick some you like to take back with you."
Looking at the youthful aura radiating from the girl, Fumika couldn't help but feel a little insecure. Thinking about how naturally she appeared in Shuichi's house, she had some guesses.
But would it be An-chan or Tsuki-chan? That An-chan is so innocent and seems easy to get along with, but would Tsuki-chan allow my existence?
The more she thought about it, the more anxious and guilty she felt. She even wondered if calling her Tsuki-chan directly was too familiar. Perhaps she should have called her President-san just now?
Shuichi said irritably, "Don't mind her, Fumika-san. There's something wrong with this girl's head."
"It's not right to say that, Shuichi-kun," Fumika advised hesitantly.
Tsuki, however, didn't care at all. She was already secretly looking forward to aromatherapy candles. She turned her head and fixed her gaze on Sayuki.
"I heard Sayuki-san knows judo?"
Sayuki was also a bit confused, but she nodded hesitantly, covering her mouth with her hand as she replied, "I know a little."
Tsuki's eyes grew even brighter. "Are you better at throwing techniques or grappling techniques, Sayuki-san?"
"I don't think I'm better at either. If I had to say, I'm probably more skilled with grappling techniques."
Sayuki looked at Shuichi suspiciously, wondering why the girl before her was so excited.
"Grappling techniques are good..." Tsuki was greatly satisfied. Two mistresses, each with their own specialty. The days to come were very much worth looking forward to~
Thinking this, she couldn't help but tremble all over.
"Alright, stop messing around. Hurry up and pack your things and get out."
Shuichi held his forehead, a headache coming on. He felt he must have lost his mind just now. What was he thinking, actually allowing her to formally meet the two women?
The Ogawa sisters looked at him askance. Usually, although Shuichi was a bit mischievous, he was generally quite polite and spoke in a pleasant manner. Why was he suddenly treating a young girl so rudely?
He even seemed quite disgusted?
His reputation taking a hit once again, Shuichi sighed. After urging Tsuki out and slamming the door shut, he tiredly began to explain to the two.
"You should still remember, right, Sayuki-san? I mentioned it before. The things the little dummy doesn't mind, her older sister minds even less."
Sayuki thought back for a moment and quickly remembered the conversation from that day that had no conclusion. "So, what exactly is going on?"
"What doesn't she mind, Sayuki? What are you two talking about?" Fumika was a little resentful. The two of them were still keeping things from her.
Sayuki also sighed slightly. "It's all because you were speaking up for An-chan that day, sister. I didn't want to get involved at first, but you were so concerned, I had no choice but to ask this little bastard to clarify. As a result, he said that neither An-chan nor Tsuki-chan would mind your existence, sister. I can understand An-chan being so innocent, but what's the deal with Tsuki-chan?"
Hearing this, Fumika's heart couldn't help but start to race. She subconsciously clutched the button on her chest—the one that had come from Shuichi's shirt.
Her whole body was tense, as if waiting for a verdict to be announced.
"What else could be going on?" Shuichi said with an expression that was hard to put into words.
"This girl has very special tastes. The more people there are, the crazier she gets. She even likes to be bullied. If you're gentle with her, she finds it boring. Understand now?"
Fumika was stunned. She wasn't sure if she understood the meaning he was implying.
However, did this mean that no matter who Shuichi-kun ended up with in the future, be it one of the Akiyama sisters, she wouldn't have to leave?
If that was the case... then that would be wonderful.
Fumika was instantly relieved. She felt much more at ease in her heart. The hope of always being by Shuichi-kun's side could actually become a reality.
Sayuki, on the other hand, connected it to what had just happened. She couldn't help but say with a strange expression, "So, when she asked me about judo just now, she wanted to..."
"Ah, you should beat her up a couple of times when you have the chance, Sayuki-san," Shuichi said, nodding tiredly. "Don't worry, she'll be very happy."
"I could never do something like that," Sayuki refused without a second thought.
"Don't judo beginners have to learn how to take a fall first? That level would be fine. Just treat it as normal teaching," Shuichi suggested.
"Why should I do something like that? You should just ask my sister," Sayuki rolled her eyes at him.
"I'm even less capable. Aromatherapy candles and all that, I absolutely can't do it. Otherwise..." Fumika shook her head repeatedly, then looked at Shuichi expectantly.
"Shuichi-kun, An-chan is very cute. Could you please consider An-chan a little more?"
Shuichi couldn't help but laugh. He cupped Fumika's face and lowered his head for a kiss.
"Do you really want me to date other girls that much, Fumika-san? I just wanted to take this opportunity to reassure you that no matter what happens in the future, I will never let you leave my side."
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