Some time later, Fumika lay exhausted on the bed, glistening with sweat. Shuichi held her from behind, one hand gently soothing her chest, the other caressing Sayuki's thigh.
"Shuichi-kun…" Fumika murmured.
"I'm here, Fumika-san," Shuichi replied softly, inhaling the fragrance of her hair.
"That girl, An… what do you think of her?" Despite her fatigue, eyes barely open, Fumika hadn't forgotten her promise.
"The one sleeping in the massage room? She's a little dummy," Shuichi said, chuckling. Only she could fall asleep during a massage.
"I mean… Do you like girls like her?" Fumika whispered.
Both Shuichi and Sayuki paused, but Fumika continued without waiting for an answer. "She's cute, a bit ditzy, but so pure. She'd be easy to get along with. Have you considered her?"
Shuichi glanced back at Sayuki, exasperated. These sisters were too meddlesome—one worried about his career, the other his love life. Sayuki sighed, "Sis, you're too kind. Who does that?"
"Shuichi-kun can't always be with an older woman like me…" Fumika said, her self-deprecation familiar.
Shuichi turned her face to him, kissing her soft lips. "Are you tired of me already, you bad woman? You promised to stay with me."
Fumika's lashes fluttered, avoiding his gaze. "It's shameless, but I hoped even if you got a girlfriend, you'd still visit me sometimes. But… that's not fair, is it?"
"If dating means losing you, I'll never date or marry," Shuichi said, silencing her with another kiss. "You're not tired enough. Stop talking and kiss me."
"Mmm…" Fumika, already drained, melted under his touch, her thoughts scattering as she surrendered to his affection.
After another intense round, she fell into an exhausted sleep. Sayuki carefully removed the tight sailor outfit, tucked her in, and pulled Shuichi outside.
Pinning him against the wall, she said seriously, "I usually stay out of this, but since Sis brought it up, what's your plan?"
"For what?" Shuichi asked, his hand resting on her toned waist, stroking gently.
Sayuki rolled her eyes. "Don't play dumb. You know."
Shuichi sighed. "I meant what I said. I don't plan to date or marry. I just want to be with you two."
"Will your family agree to that? You've got mature tastes, but you're so immature here," Sayuki said, exasperated. "Honestly, if you're not after some high-class heiress, the Akiyama sisters aren't bad."
She had a point. Tsuki Akiyama would eagerly serve alongside Fumika, thriving in chaos—no risk of drama. And An, the silly girl, was too food-obsessed to care about much else. A table of cakes could probably buy her loyalty.
Seeing him ponder, Sayuki felt she'd overstepped. "Forget it. I don't expect you to be noble. I just wanted Sis to have company after being lonely for years."
Shuichi snapped back. "You're harsh, Sayuki-san. You make me sound like a bath towel—used after a shower and tossed aside. Can't I at least be a cuddly pillow?"
"Dream on," Sayuki said, then asked softly, "Was Sis pretty in the sailor outfit?"
"Gorgeous," Shuichi nodded enthusiastically.
"Want to see me in one?" Sayuki's eyes glinted with allure, lifting his chin and holding up the sailor outfit. "It still smells like her~"
Who could resist? Thanks to the student president's morning break and Sumire's interruption with Naomi, Shuichi had energy to spare. He grabbed Sayuki's toned thighs, lifting them to his waist…
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"Class rep, wake up…" Shuichi gently shook An Akiyama.
Half-asleep, An mumbled, "Lemme sleep more… Sis…"
"You won't get up, your sister will storm in," Shuichi said, pulling her upright.
Her bath towel slipped, revealing her smooth, slender frame. Pale and delicate, but… flat everywhere.
Shuichi sighed, shaking his head, then waved her arms to rouse her. An, dazed, opened her eyes. "Sh-Shuichi-kun?"
"Yeah, it's late. Get home before your sister kills you," He said, grabbing her clothes and pulling her shirt over her head.
An fumbled into it, mumbling, "I'm doomed… I forgot…"
"You're doomed alright. She'll want to throttle you," Shuichi said, chuckling. Usually, Tsuki dressed her, but now he was repaying the favor. No free lunch.
An lifted her legs cooperatively. "Not that… I forgot the massage Ogawa-san taught me. Took so long to learn…"
"What massage?" Shuichi asked, puzzled.
"For a mature figure," An said, pouting.
"Why learn that?"
"So you'll like me more," An said, her slender legs stretched out, toes wiggling cutely.
Shuichi paused, patting her head. "You're perfect as is, class rep. No need to change."
"Mom says be myself too…" An looked down. "But I want to be bigger, at least bigger than Sis."
Shuichi laughed. "Massaging yourself won't help. I'll do it for you."
"Won't that trouble you?" An asked, blinking up at him.
"No trouble," Shuichi said, slipping her skirt on.
"You're so nice, and Ogawa-san too…" An giggled as he put on her socks, lingering on her soft, smooth feet longer than needed.
"It's ticklish…" An squirmed.
"If we dated, I'd touch your feet every day, make you tickle all the time," Shuichi teased.
An's face froze, brows furrowing. "Every day?"
"Yup."
"Three days a week?" An pleaded.
"Nope," Shuichi said firmly.
"Guess I have no choice…" An sighed, troubled.
Shuichi scraped her nose playfully. "Up, go sleep at home."
"No underwear yet," An said, eyeing her cute underwear.
Shuichi paused. "Does it matter? I'll pocket it."
An reached out. "But…"
"I'll carry it. You're short one anyway," Shuichi said, pocketing it.
"Then what do I wear?" An asked, confused.
"I'll buy you new ones this weekend. Make do," He decided.
"Cute ones," An said, sliding off the bed, caring only about that.
"You pick. Get lots, replace the old ones," Shuichi said, steadying her and guiding her out.
An beamed. "You're the best~"
As they opened the massage room door, Sayuki stood there, towel around her neck, wet hair dripping, glaring like he was a beast.
Shuichi patted An's head. "Go home. I've got stuff to handle."
"Okay…" An stared at Sayuki's toned abs, swallowing hard, then left, glancing back. *So cool! But scary… Does Shuichi like this? Should I hit the gym? Maybe check the gym tomorrow? Will she bully me? This Ogawa-san seems less nice than the other one…*
Had she stayed, she'd have seen Sayuki grab Shuichi's collar, pinning him to the wall. "I take back what Sis said. That pure girl—how could you touch her!"
Sayuki had overheard, understanding why Fumika advocated for An. Her innocence was too endearing. Shuichi shrugged. "I didn't. I told Fumika-san she's too pure. Tricking her feels wrong."
Sayuki's eyes narrowed. "Then what was that? Staring, touching her feet so long, offering massages?"
"Uh…" Shuichi faltered. "You saw, Sayuki-san. She's too naive. If I don't trick her, someone else will."
"Shameless," Sayuki snapped.
"What else can I do? I can't let her get fooled," Shuichi said, scratching his head.
Sayuki wanted to say anyone would be better than him, but she paused. He was flirty but gentle, wealthy, and wouldn't let them suffer.
She twisted his ear. "Get lost. Don't bully her."
"Which kind of bullying?" Shuichi mused.
*Smack!* Sayuki slapped his ass, shooing him out.
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Wincing, rubbing his ass, Shuichi grumbled about Sayuki's strength as he left the salon. *How's An, that little dummy, outdoing me? I worked weeks, and she naps through one visit, charming both sisters while I'm the bad guy.*
Limping to the flower shop's second floor, Ichika gaped. "What happened?"
"Got hurt," Shuichi said, shedding his shirt to reveal red skin.
"That looks bad. I've got a first-aid kit. Need spray?" Ichika asked, standing.
"Please, Ichika-san," Shuichi said, flopping face-down on the sofa, watching her.
Ichika returned with the kit, setting it on the table, and sprayed his backside. The sting faded, replaced by relief.
"Might swell. School's gonna be rough tomorrow," Ichika said, chuckling, poking the red mark.
"Ow… Ichika-san, you too? Don't poke, it hurts," Shuichi groaned.
"What kind of game leaves marks like that?" Ichika asked, eyeing the handprint curiously.
"Not a game," Shuichi sighed. "Let's talk about something else."
"Tutoring? How'd exams go? No reward if you flunked," Ichika said, sitting by his legs, inspecting his body.
Her cool, soft thigh brushed his, sending a thrill through him. Knowing it was Ichika's made it electric.
"Nagase-sensei would be more upset than me. If I fail, she'd probably cheat to boost my score," Shuichi said.
Ichika, distracted by his physique, nodded. "True, the reward's for her. But she's too dutiful to cheat."
"Not when it's about you," Shuichi teased.
Ichika sighed. "You've put her in a bind. You'll need to ace it to keep her principles intact."
"Should be fine. Felt good about it," Shuichi said. Routine tests were easy.
"No studying today, then? Other stuff might be tricky too," Ichika said, tilting her head.
"Studying's out, but other things… not impossible," Shuichi said, winking.
Ichika smiled. "You're so into this, even just pampering me. That's reassuring."
"Reassuring… for what?" Shuichi asked, sensing deeper meaning.
Ichika leaned down, her hair brushing his skin, eyes gleaming. "Can I explore your body?"
Shuichi felt karma hit. He'd studied Fumika's body, then Sayuki's, and now it was his turn. "Ichika-san's curiosity is…"
"If it's too much…" Ichika sat up, her hair swaying softly.
"Not at all. Go ahead," Shuichi interrupted.
Ichika chuckled, finding his reaction cute. Her gaze shifted from his face to his body, toned from recent workouts. Her soft, cool hand touched his back, sliding from his shoulders, savoring the contrast to her own skin.
Shuichi sighed in pleasure, her touch soothing yet electric. But as her hand moved lower, it felt… odd.
She was touching his backside…
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