Shuichi watched Sumire tear up, looking rather pathetic, and shook his head helplessly, but he didn't disturb the heartwarming atmosphere between the two best friends.
He pressed his finger against Tsuki's lips, and she immediately opened her mouth in understanding.
"Guess what this is?" Shuichi whispered in the President's ear, using his body to block the view from the others.
"The taste of Naomi-sensei?" Tsuki instantly became excited and tasted it with even more relish.
"Do you like it?" Shuichi asked with a smile.
"Mmh..." Tsuki's eyes shone terrifyingly bright.
After his finger was clean, she said with a look of unsatisfied longing, "Will there be more next time? In the future, after accompanying the Master with other mistresses, can the little maid do this too?"
"Quite a few demands. Wait patiently," Shuichi said, his hand quietly reaching behind Tsuki's waist.
She returned the favor, glancing towards the kitchen and realizing that if she lay horizontally on the sofa, Naomi wouldn't be able to see her directly.
So she grabbed a blanket from the side, covered her entire body and head, and then lay prone on Shuichi's lap to act spoiled.
Sumire, standing to the side, had no time to pay attention to this, her mind completely focused on Ichika. The latter, knowing Tsuki's situation, wasn't surprised.
Shuichi reached out and picked up the TV remote from the coffee table, turned on the TV, and pretended to watch a program.
"Master, about the gift I gave Nagase-sensei, remember to make her take it out and use it later."
Tsuki hid under the blanket, her voice muffled and indistinct.
"What did you give her?" Shuichi glanced at Sumire and leaned down to ask quietly.
Seemingly a bit embarrassed to say, Tsuki stammered in a low voice, "Master will know when the time comes; it's a surprise. But it's best not to let Naomi-sensei find out."
"As expected, you wouldn't give anything decent," Shuichi remarked, pinching her small bottom.
Tsuki hummed coquettishly twice, deliberately using that seductive tone, making Shuichi's heart itch and his veins throb.
After pinching Tsuki's cheek for a while and getting his fill, Shuichi quietly took Ichika's hand nearby and played with it gently.
Sumire paid extra attention to everything about Ichika, and seeing this, her eyes widened immediately. The envy, jealousy, and hatred on her face were completely undisguised.
Ichika found it both funny and helpless, so she had to take Sumire's hand as well to soothe her. The two then continued reminiscing about their university life.
"I had no idea back then that Sumire-chan liked cosplay. If I had known earlier, maybe my first attempt target would have been Sumire-chan."
"Huh??? Attempt target? What?" Sumire looked confused and curious, still unaware of what she had missed out on due to her desire to perform well.
Ichika felt her hand being pulled under the blanket by Shuichi and placed on what should be the girl's tender face.
The cheeks were puffy and felt interesting to the touch. She didn't mind too much and stroked gently, then shook her head slightly at Sumire.
"A lot has happened today; you probably need some time to digest it, right? Let's talk about that next time."
Sumire's heart felt like it was being scratched by a cat, but since Ichika said so, she didn't dare press further, so she switched to talking about cosplay.
"By the way, do I look strange in this outfit?"
"No, it looks quite good." Ichika smiled faintly. Feeling the girl move from her original position, her hand naturally took over the spot.
"That's good. That guy insisted I wear it, but I was worried you'd find it weird..."
Sumire finally could have a heart-to-heart with Ichika. Now, not only her true face but even her inner thoughts were pouring out all at once.
Ichika showed no impatience, listening patiently and comforting her, while also helping Tsuki soothe Shuichi.
Seeing her cooperation, Shuichi pushed his luck. Under Sumire's wide-eyed gaze, he quietly slipped his hand inside Ichika's clothes and began to explore.
Sumire swallowed hard, watching the outline of a hand pushing against the front of Ichika's clothes. The latter just glanced down briefly before continuing the chat as if nothing happened.
This made her brain tremble. Was this a scene she was allowed to watch?
While feeling she should stop Shuichi from taking liberties with Ichika like this, she couldn't help but want to look a little more.
Sumire suddenly realized that she was indeed not a normal person, actually enjoying this kind of thing…
In this harmonious and lively atmosphere, time passed bit by bit until Naomi called out from the kitchen.
"It's about time for dinner. Shall we eat now? Is it a bit early?"
Having sat watching TV for a long time, Shuichi's body was a bit stiff. He straightened his waist slightly, stretched as if waking up, and let out a long breath.
Then he replied for everyone, "Not early. I'll help Sensei bring out the dishes."
After saying that, he patted Tsuki on his lap. She rustled under the blanket to help him adjust his clothes, then took the blanket with her and quietly retreated to the side.
Ichika also withdrew her hand. while maintaining her composure and continuing to chat, she extended her other hand to pull a few tissues from the coffee table.
Sumire's eyelids twitched, and her heart pounded, but she felt that even Ichika doing these things had a strange beauty to it.
Shuichi stood up refreshed and walked to the kitchen.
"How are things with those two? Honestly, this is the first time I've seen longtime friends so estranged."
Naomi arranged the dishes on plates and placed them on the island.
"Although there were a few twists, it went generally well. Nagase-sensei was just a bit too nervous; it almost fell apart."
The island was right next to the dining table. Shuichi reached out directly to take the dishes and placed them on the table, the two coordinating tacitly to pass the food.
Naomi smiled upon hearing this. "It's good that it succeeded. Sumire-chan really values this. She got up very early today to prepare, cleaned the house spotlessly, and kept asking me if she missed anything."
"I'd rather she didn't value it so much; it would have gone smoother." Shuichi shook his head helplessly.
"I just used the little gift Shuichi-kun gave me," Naomi said suddenly.
The topic jumped a bit fast. Shuichi was stunned for a moment before reacting, blinking in disbelief. "Sensei means..."
Naomi handed over the cutlery, saying naturally, "Wasn't that what Shuichi-kun meant just now? Looking forward to it?"
As she spoke, she looked at the three on the living room sofa, the implication self-evident: right in front of them.
"But wasn't Sensei... worried about being discovered?" Shuichi hesitated while setting the table.
Naomi winked at him with a smile. "Sensei likes speeding; how could I not like excitement? If Shuichi-kun wants it, then let's do it."
Shuichi looked at her bright smile, lost in thought for a moment.
Dinner began. Everyone very hygienically went to wash their hands—the President even rinsed her mouth—and then sat at the dining table.
One short side of the table was against the island. Shuichi sat alone facing the island.
To his left, from near to far, were Tsuki and Ichika. To his right were Naomi and Sumire.
After everyone said "Itadakimasu" in unison, they began to eat.
However, several people immediately sensed something unusual and quickly identified the culprit, each stealing glances at Shuichi.
"By the way, tomorrow is the school festival. What is Shuichi-kun's class planning to do?"
After a while, Naomi gradually adapted, looked up, and asked, her left hand quietly disappearing under the table.
"We're planning to sell takoyaki." Shuichi suddenly felt something was wrong.
He calmly glanced at Tsuki, found she was holding her bowl with both hands, then looked at Naomi and confirmed it instantly.
"Then Sensei must go and taste it." Naomi smiled. "But is that the only food you're selling?"
"For now, that's the only one prepared. Is there something Sensei wants to eat?" Shuichi asked casually.
"Mm, at a previous school festival, I had a hot dog topped with mayonnaise. The taste was very unique, so I kind of want to try it again," Naomi said, gently licking her moist lips.
Shuichi's heart skipped a beat. It was a bit strange—why was she suddenly teasing him in public? Wasn't she afraid of being discovered?
"Ngh... sorry, excuse me for a moment."
Just as Shuichi was suspicious, Sumire suddenly groaned and hurriedly got up to run to the bathroom.
Everyone glanced at her, but no one said anything; after all, suddenly needing the bathroom was normal.
Naomi had no mind to pay attention to Sumire. Her thoughts were entirely on her hand and on Tsuki.
Since dinner started, she had noticed more than once that the other girl was stealing glances at Shuichi, her gaze practically sticky.
As expected, this Student Council President is interested in Shuichi-kun, right?
For a moment, a strong sense of urgency welled up in her heart, causing Naomi's hand to tighten subconsciously, her mind wandering.
Now it was Shuichi's turn to feel a sense of urgency.
Sumire didn't take long to return. This was the first meal after getting on a first-name basis with Ichika; she didn't want to be absent for too long.
She was the weakest link present; the rest had great endurance, persisting until the end of dinner.
Moreover, everyone drank quite a bit of juice, so with reasonable excuses, they visited the bathroom one after another, thankfully sparing Naomi from suspecting her cooking had made everyone sick.
Shuichi was in a tough spot. He had become very strong now, not something that could be subdued with one hand. Unable to go to the toilet, he could only endure and remain seated at the table.
Seemingly noticing his predicament, Tsuki took the initiative to say goodbye. Ichika also left with her. Sumire reluctantly saw them off personally to the train station.
"Isn't Shuichi-kun going back?" Naomi asked curiously, seeing Shuichi still sitting in the chair.
"I told Nagase-sensei I'm staying over tonight." Shuichi looked up at her with an expectant smile.
Naomi felt a bit flustered but also thought this was good. "How could she agree to such a thing?"
"I helped her achieve a lifelong wish; this request isn't excessive, right? Just borrowing the living room sofa, not fighting her for the bed."
As Shuichi spoke, he reached out and took her hand. "Sensei doesn't want me to stay?"
Naomi rubbed his head with a complex look in her eyes, revealing a gentle smile. "No, Sensei also wants Shuichi-kun to stay a while longer."
"Does Sensei have anything on her mind to confide in me? I can be Sensei's listening ear anytime." Shuichi asked proactively, pulling her into his embrace.
"I've left home and temporarily got rid of the source of my troubles, so I don't really have anything to confide." Naomi didn't resist being pulled and sat directly in his lap.
"But... can Shuichi-kun say it a few more times? I want to hear it."
Shuichi smiled knowingly, reached out to brush the hair from her forehead, and looked at her with burning eyes.
"Sensei's charm has completely captivated me. Every moment of every day, I'm thinking about Sensei's frowns and smiles. Not smelling Sensei's scent is torture, and even my dreams are full of Sensei's shadow..."
Naomi listened with eyes full of smiles, pressing her forehead against Shuichi's, looking at him closely.
"It's so good."
"What's so good?"
"It's so good to have met Shuichi-kun." Naomi stroked his cheek gently.
"I'm the one who should say that. It's so good to have met Sensei." Shuichi buried his head in her bosom, greedily inhaling her scent.
Naomi's hand pressed against the root of his thigh, and she suddenly said, "Sumire-chan should take a while to come back. Is there anything Shuichi-kun wants to do?"
"Is anything okay?"
"Mn, Sensei will satisfy you today." Naomi's eyes flickered.
"I want some after-dinner fruit. Can Sensei feed me?" Shuichi saw she seemed a bit hot and kindly reached out to help unbutton her shirt.
Naomi looked down at his movements without stopping him. "You just like these things that much? You can totally make bolder requests."
"Isn't this bold enough?" Shuichi blinked and gently soothed her heart.
"Of course it doesn't count." Naomi ruffled his hair, revealed a very seductive smile, and tapped her finger on her red lips.
"As expected, Sensei has to teach you. This is special tutoring from a health teacher; Shuichi-kun better remember it well~"
As soon as she finished speaking, she accidentally knocked off the chopsticks Shuichi had just used.
Watching this familiar scene, he was stunned for a moment, then saw Naomi slide down his body as if boneless, all the way under the dining table.
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Sumire reluctantly watched Ichika and Tsuki board the train. Originally, she wanted to accompany them all the way to the Shopping District, but she was stopped.
Only when the train had disappeared from view did she calm her excitement and head to a nearby supermarket to buy the promised pillow.
By the time she bought the pillow and returned to the apartment, quite some time had passed.
Sumire opened the door with her key. Exhaustion washed over her after the excitement, and she desperately wanted a good bath and a beautiful sleep.
She entered the living room with the pillow under her arm and called out to Shuichi, who had his back to her at the dining table, "I bought the pillow you wanted; I'm putting it on the sofa."
"Okaaay..." Shuichi's voice was a bit distorted, dragging out the syllable.
He had no time to pay attention to Sumire; at this moment, he was brushing aside Naomi's hair, entranced by her lovely dimples.
"Where's Naomi-chan?" Sumire asked casually.
"She dropped her chopsticks; she's picking them up." Shuichi replied truthfully.
"Picking up chopsticks?" Sumire paused, then suddenly realized something and choked on her saliva.
"Cough, cough, cough, I-I'll go to the bathroom first. I won't be out for a while; you guys aren't in a hurry to use it, right?"
Sumire hurriedly got up to dash for the bathroom, but just as she was about to enter, Naomi's voice rang out from behind her.
"I've picked them up. I need the bathroom too. Sumire-chan, if you're not in a hurry, let me go first."
"Huh?"
Sumire turned around stiffly, only to see Naomi emerge from under the table, her face flushed red as she licked her lips.
That enchanting appearance made Sumire's heart skip a beat.
Sure enough, she wasn't just picking up chopsticks just now, right? Had it already reached this level?
"T-then, I'll put the dishes in the dishwasher?" Sumire said cautiously, as if she were the guest.
"Mn, sorry to trouble you." Naomi covered her mouth with her hand and walked past her naturally, as if she really hadn't done anything.
The bathroom door closed. Sumire looked at Shuichi, who was leaning back in his chair, and suddenly felt a bit of fear.
Thank goodness Naomi-chan was here to distract him; otherwise, he would definitely be staring at her and teasing her.
"What is Sensei staring at? Didn't you say you'd wash the dishes? Come over here and clean up the mess." Shuichi tapped the table with his finger.
Sumire walked over defenselessly. When she got close, she looked curiously under the dining table and jumped in fright.
"W-why didn't you clean yourself up?"
"Waiting for Sensei to clean it. Didn't I say? Clean up the mess." Shuichi sat with his legs spread like a lord, not caring in the least about being seen.
"W-waiting for me?" Sumire panicked and quickly looked back at the bathroom.
"Hurry up. Didn't we agree? You'd do whatever I asked. Are you trying to get out of cleaning up the mess after dinner?" Shuichi urged.
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