At noon, Shuichi slowly got up to leave, but An was so anxious she looked like she wanted to stomp her feet. Forgetting all about appearances, she followed him up to the rooftop.
"Shuichi-kun, about the lollipop~" An said, blinking her big, curious eyes as she looked at him expectantly.
Seeing her like this, Shuichi suddenly felt his earlier decision was a bit rash. Was it really a good idea to teach a dummy like her something like this?
"My sister will be here soon, we have to be quick," An said, craning her neck to peek back at the door to the stairwell.
Her words sent a jolt of excitement through Shuichi. The more secretive it was, the more irresistible it became.
He would teach her!
"Ahem, come over here." Shuichi naturally wrapped an arm around the little dummy's slender waist, leading her away from the stairwell entrance and around a corner.
Then, he took a lollipop out of his pocket.
An's eyes widened. She happily took it from him. She never would have guessed that asking about this kind of thing would get her an extra lollipop. This was great!
"You can actually tell if a girl has a boyfriend from the way she eats one of these, but it's not always accurate."
The first exception that popped into Shuichi's mind was Tsuki. Before they knew each other, she had probably practiced a lot on her own; she was far too skilled the very first time.
"You can tell if they have a boyfriend?" An's face immediately turned serious. Was there such a thing?
She looked down at the lollipop, feeling like this was beyond her comprehension. "What do I have to do? I want to learn how to look like I have a boyfriend!"
Looking at her earnest and determined eyes, Shuichi couldn't help but swallow. "It's nothing mysterious, really. You just have to pay attention to a few key points."
"Key points?" An tore open the wrapper, carefully folding it and putting it in her pocket.
"Yes. First of all, you absolutely can't be impatient..."
Shuichi didn't actually know that much himself, but it didn't matter. All he had to do was pass her sister's experience on to her.
An listened with intense focus. After all, this concerned the two great matters of her life: eating and relationships. She was far more attentive than she ever was in class.
After listening, she began to savor the lollipop.
"Looks like you got something on your mouth," Shuichi said suddenly as he watched her. He reached out and gently wiped it away with his finger.
"Hm?" An glanced at him quizzically, then her eyes crinkled into a smile and she went back to eating her candy.
They weren't alone for long before they heard footsteps. Shuichi immediately led An out and, just like always, began to spread out the picnic blanket.
Tsuki, who had just come up, eyed the two of them suspiciously. She felt that the atmosphere was a little off, and her sister's expression was strange.
"What were you two doing behind my back again?"
"Nothing!" The dummy An tensed up, her face tight as she immediately shook her head in denial.
That was a dead giveaway.
Shuichi had no choice but to pull out his phone, open a dice app, and start playing with it. "My, the Student Council President is so imposing. Are we supposed to listen to your lectures even during our lunch break?"
Tsuki's legs instantly felt weak. She stumbled and knelt on the picnic blanket, pleading in a low voice, "You promised you wouldn't make a move on my sister..."
"That depends on your performance," Shuichi said, stealthily sliding his hand behind her back. "I'm coming to your place for a bath tonight."
"!!!" Tsuki's heart immediately started to race, her mind completely filled with what she would have to do that night. "For my sister's sake, I'll perform well..."
"Good girl. Let's eat first," Shuichi said, having effortlessly subdued the aloof Student Council President, and began to enjoy his delicious lunch.
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After eating and drinking his fill, Shuichi rushed over to the infirmary. It really wasn't easy, being so busy every day. Who would have thought that attending class would actually count as a break?
He walked to the infirmary door and knocked lightly. The door was opened quickly, and the familiar figure of Naomi appeared, a finger pressed to her lips.
"Shh~ Sumire-chan is sleeping. Be quiet, don't wake her."
Shuichi understood. Sumire was being quite obedient. He played along, tiptoeing into the room.
"With the situation today, a lot of things are rather inconvenient. Is Shuichi-kun disappointed?" Naomi asked, leaning against the desk and offering the office chair to the young man.
Shuichi glanced at Sumire sleeping on the hospital bed by the window and smiled.
"I'm disappointed, but also not disappointed. The sensei is so charming, so of course I long for more intimate contact with you. But if there's no chance, just looking at you and talking with you is enough to make me happy."
Hearing this, Naomi couldn't help but smile, reaching out to caress his face. "It's the same for me. Just being able to see Shuichi-kun and hear your voice makes my heart happy."
Shuichi took her hand and began to gently knead and play with it. Her slender fingers were soft and smooth. Due to her profession, she didn't have a manicure, but their plain appearance was beautiful in its own way.
He gently kissed the back of Naomi's hand, his eyes fixed on her captivating curves. "I dreamed of you last night, sensei."
"Oh? What did you dream about me?"
Naomi's heart trembled slightly. Had she already invaded the young man's dreams? It seemed she was falling deeper and deeper...
"I dreamed it was Christmas Eve. You were running toward me through the falling snow, and then you held me tightly in your arms. It was very cold, but your embrace was very warm," Shuichi said with great seriousness.
"Christmas Eve?" In her mind, Naomi couldn't help but picture the scene he described, and for a moment, she was entranced.
That must be what being in love is like, right?
Passionate and beautiful, impulsive and joyous...
But she quickly suppressed these thoughts, and instead asked with a gentle smile, "And then? What did we do on Christmas Eve? Did Shuichi-kun also dream of some... unspeakable things?"
Shuichi scooted his chair a little closer.
"You're amazing, sensei, to guess that. You're right. After that, you took me to a hotel and said you were going to teach me some things."
Naomi found it amusing. "After talking like that for two nights in a row before bed, of course you'd dream of such things. What's so hard to guess? However..."
She ruffled Shuichi's hair, her eyes filled with a look of loving pity. "I'm sorry that I can only let Shuichi-kun experience these things in your dreams. I really can't."
"Don't always apologize. It makes me feel uncomfortable. I've already received more than enough."
Shuichi said this with an embarrassed smile.
"And to be honest, I've dreamed about it before, but there was never enough source material, so the process was always completely skipped over. Now, at least I can roughly experience the full dream. It's something I never dared to imagine before. I'd be content if I could just dream like that every night."
Not enough source material...
Naomi was at a loss for words, but then she felt a pang of guilt. She quietly glanced at the sleeping Sumire, and an idea popped into her head.
"Shuichi-kun... do you want to complete your source material?"
"Huh?"
Shuichi was just wondering how to push the atmosphere further when Naomi took the initiative.
Naomi winked at him and whispered, "Shuichi-kun, go pull the curtain around that bed. I'll get ready."
Shuichi's spirits instantly lifted. He immediately stood up and walked towards the sleeping Sumire.
He didn't need to worry about the window curtains; they were already drawn when he came in.
He walked to the bedside, blocking Naomi's line of sight, and carefully examined Sumire's sleeping face before quietly poking her cheek.
Sumire's eyes shot open, and she glared at him irritably.
Shuichi smiled, pretending to confirm she was asleep, but then he gently traced her lips with his finger before quietly pulling the bed curtain shut.
He had to pull it shut. Sumire was nearsighted; without her glasses, she couldn't see clearly even if she wanted to peek. But if she brazenly put on her glasses, she couldn't pretend to be asleep anymore.
After getting it done, Shuichi returned to the desk. Just a moment ago, Naomi's white coat had been open, displaying her beautiful figure, but now she had covered herself up.
Shuichi sat back down in the chair, and Naomi asked softly, "Did you confirm?"
"Yes, she's sound asleep," Shuichi nodded knowingly.
Hearing this, Naomi still held a finger to her lips, her expression taking on a more suggestive hue. "We still have to be quiet. Is Shuichi-kun ready?"
"I'm ready." Shuichi had already guessed what was about to happen, and his heart began to beat a little faster with anticipation.
"Let's get this straight first: you can only look. Otherwise, I'll get angry," Naomi said as she opened her white coat again.
Shuichi's eyes couldn't help but widen. Was Naomi-sensei a magician? In just that short time, her appearance underneath had completely changed...
Naomi's face was slightly flushed. She had been leaning against the desk, but now she was practically sitting on its edge.
"We're going to review the knowledge from health class one more time for you, Shuichi-kun. You're not allowed to do poorly on the final exam, you hear me?"
Shuichi didn't answer; only the slight bob of his Adam's apple betrayed him.
Having come this far, Naomi also cast aside her shame. She sat firmly on the desk and used her foot to hook his office chair, pulling it in front of her.
Shuichi seemed startled by this sudden move. In his fluster, his hands landed on her two fair and alluring thighs, and his body instinctively leaned forward.
But Naomi promptly reached out a hand to stop him, pressing against his forehead and chiding him slightly, "No you don't. We just agreed..."
"Ahem, it was just an accident, really," Shuichi said, quickly sitting up straight. "Please, let the lesson begin."
Behind the curtain of the hospital bed by the window, Sumire had long since put on her glasses. She was quietly peeking out through a gap in the curtains, her eyes wide and unblinking...
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An ordinary day of school life was thus drawing to a close. After school, Shuichi stayed behind to help with preparations for the school festival with the others. "Helping with preparations" mostly meant doing manual labor.
Shuichi had no intention of standing out. He just went with the flow, slacking off while slowly setting things up and chatting with Uchida.
"Has your aunt stopped bothering you?"
"At least when I woke up this morning, I wasn't greeted with a ton of questions. For the past few days, my phone has felt like a complete stranger. Could it really receive that many messages?"
Uchida wore an expression as if his phone had betrayed him.
Shuichi found it rather funny. Suddenly, he remembered something and turned to ask, "By the way, what's going on with you and that disciplinary committee member?"
Uchida flinched, and nervously looked left and right, appearing terrified.
"Don't even mention it. I don't know what's gotten into her lately, but that fierce old woman won't stop staring at me. I don't even dare bring manga to school anymore."
"Oh?" Shuichi raised an eyebrow slightly. "Is she only targeting you?"
"I think so. I don't even know how I offended her..." Uchida hung his head dejectedly, then suddenly shot a sidelong glance at him.
"Say, my involvement with the student council seems to be because of you, Shuichi? Could it be that I'm being dragged down with you?"
"That makes no sense. If you were being dragged down because of me, why isn't she targeting me?" Shuichi rolled his eyes. "When something happens, you should first reflect on yourself."
"Could it be that the manga I bring is too lewd?" Uchida scratched his head, completely baffled. "That can't be right. The stuff I've been bringing lately is very tame, yet she still singles me out for inspection."
Shuichi's expression suddenly turned strange. He kept trying to signal Uchida with his eyes, but the latter didn't notice.
"What manga is too lewd?" A voice drifted over from the side.
"Are you interested? Want to come over to my place to check it out later?" Uchida replied subconsciously.
"Sure. How about tonight?"
"Ah, so soon? Shuichi, you..."
Uchida suddenly froze. He finally realized the voice was wrong. How could Shuichi have a girl's voice?
He stiffly raised his head, only to see the disciplinary committee member's familiar face right in front of his.
"Shuichi, you didn't even give me a heads-up!" Uchida took two steps back and grumbled in a low voice.
"I was giving you the eye for ages. What can I do if you don't look up at me?" Shuichi said irritably.
"So what now?" Uchida pleaded for help.
"You could try a dogeza. See if she'll let you off the hook."
"No way in hell..."
"Then what else is there to say? Pay the protection fee," Shuichi said, sizing up the disciplinary committee member playfully. He felt something was off.
Dejected, Uchida went to the side to get his school bag and handed over two tame-looking manga—even tame manga were technically against the rules.
The disciplinary committee member took them and flipped through a few pages, saying with great disdain, "You, a deadbeat otaku, are getting more and more incompetent. Is this all you have?"
"Um..." Uchida was speechless, looking as if he was ready to accept any punishment.
"What about your phone? You've switched to reading contraband manga on your phone recently, haven't you?" The disciplinary committee member took a step forward, tilting her head up slightly to stare at him.
"You're going to check my phone too? There's no rule about that, is there?" Uchida couldn't hold back any longer.
"Indeed, there is no such rule. So you can refuse. However, you have repeatedly brought contraband manga, and the accumulated offenses are enough to have your parents called to the student council to have a serious discussion about your conduct. It would even be reasonable to ask a sensei to accompany them for a home visit," The disciplinary committee member said unhurriedly.
Uchida was stunned. Holy hell, that was a fate worse than social death from having his phone checked. "...This is a threat, isn't it?"
"Interpret it however you like. The choice is also yours," The disciplinary committee member said, looking like she had him cornered.
"Checking my phone is an invasion of personal privacy..."
"It's only an invasion if it's without your consent. If you consent, then it's not."
The disciplinary committee member's words were brazen, and Uchida trembled as he listened.
Shuichi, on the other hand, was enjoying the show from the sidelines. He felt that this kind of plot was somewhat familiar, maybe because he watched too much anime.
The sense of déjà vu was strong.
"Shuichi... help me out, don't just watch the show..." Uchida couldn't handle it himself and quickly pleaded for help in a whisper.
"Didn't you always ditch me and run off before? Now it's your turn to experience how I felt," Shuichi said with a calm smile.
"That's because I knew you could handle it... I can't handle this... and didn't I call for backup for you before?" Uchida was getting desperate.
"Fine, for your cousin's sake, I'll save you this once. Wait," Shuichi cleared his throat and stood up.
The disciplinary committee member glanced at him. "Are you going to plead for him? Or are you planning to pull strings through the President's little sister?"
Shuichi rolled his eyes. Going through the little dummy's back door would be redundant, wouldn't it? Isn't it more convenient to go directly through the President's back door?
He knew the way well.
"I don't plan on pleading for him," Shuichi said, taking Uchida's phone and asking, "What manga have you been reading recently? And which ones are your favorites?"
"Huh?" Uchida didn't know why Shuichi was asking this, but he obediently found them and showed him.
"Not the tame ones. I'm talking about the more forbidden kind," Shuichi told him to search again.
Uchida reluctantly found some more. Shuichi looked at them strangely. "These don't seem like your favorite type, do they?"
Uchida's face turned beet red. "I've told you, lolis are the purest of beings. How could I possibly desecrate them like that?"
"So, in this area, you still watch your most hated 'old women'?" Shuichi couldn't help but look at him askance. This train of thought was so weird...
Uchida didn't want to answer. The disciplinary committee member was staring at them from the side; this was just too much social death. "What are you trying to do?"
"You might as well just die from being stupid," Shuichi said, then looked up at the disciplinary committee member. "What's your LINE ID?"
The disciplinary committee member acted as if she hadn't heard their whispering and answered with a straight face, "He has me as a friend in his LINE."
Shuichi's eyebrows shot up. He thoughtfully scrolled through the phone and quickly guessed which one was her.
Then, he sent over several manga, either as files, links, or just the names.
"These are very popular recently. Perhaps the disciplinary committee member should keep an eye out and see if any students are being poisoned by them," Shuichi said righteously, then handed the phone back to Uchida.
The disciplinary committee member looked him over, thinking, This guy is no simpleton. She took out her phone to check her new haul and nodded in satisfaction.
"Very good. Thank you, students, for your cooperation with the student council's work. I'll be leaving now."
Uchida's jaw dropped as he watched this unfold, unable to react for a long time.
"If this happens again, just do what I did. No need for thanks. Just finish my share of the work for me. I'm out."
Shuichi patted his shoulder, grabbed his bag, and slipped away. The women at the shopping district were waiting for him; who had the time to be a laborer here?
The disciplinary committee member had come at the perfect time.
"Wait, Shuichi, at least explain it to me before you go, will you?"
Uchida speechlessly watched his rapidly disappearing back, feeling like he had been played.
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