The effect of the tea was so good it even startled Shuichi. He set aside the delicious meal Mrs. Akiyama had made, his eyes fixed intently on the thermos as he began to think.
According to the system's usual style, it would typically use methods that appeared reasonable in the real world to solve the problems, rather than producing something out of thin air that didn't belong to this world. Examples included the previous renovation team, publicity team, and bodyguard team.
Therefore, the medicinal herbs in this tea bag probably already existed; it's just that their effects might be stronger than the original.
He had heard that many good things were inaccessible to ordinary people and were exclusively for the powerful. He wondered if this tea was one of them...
"Shuichi-kun..."
As Shuichi was pondering, he suddenly felt someone poke him in the waist. He turned to see An squatting behind him, acting all sneaky.
"Is it delicious?" She asked, blinking her eyes, the word 'want' written all over her face.
"It's alright. It doesn't have much taste, not as good as the noodle soup," Shuichi replied truthfully.
"But you looked so happy after drinking it, Shuichi-kun. Your eyes are so bright..." An looked on expectantly, still wanting to try it.
Shuichi didn't know whether to laugh or cry as he patted her little head. "I really can't let you drink this. Be good, I'll buy you snacks tonight."
"Oh..."
An licked her glossy lips and reluctantly returned to her seat, her eyes still curiously sizing up the magical thermos from time to time.
Mom's cooking is so delicious, yet Shuichi-kun could put it aside. That tea must taste amazing...
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The third class of the morning was math again. Sumire arrived at the Student Council President's office, feeling both apprehensive and expectant.
Not long after arriving at school today, she had received a message from Shuichi, telling her to come here at this time.
She didn't need to think to know that he was going to bully her again.
With an expression of someone facing their own execution, she turned, locked the door from the inside, and then looked at the young man sitting behind the desk.
"What do you want me to do today?"
Shuichi sat with his legs spread wide, leaning back in the chair, his hands under the desk making stroking motions, looking exactly like a major villain from a high school drama.
"Sigh, you're so unwilling. Why don't we just forget about it? Tomorrow's plan is cancelled."
"Huh?! Is Kitagawa coming tomorrow? I'm not unwilling, really, I..."
Sumire suppressed the excitement in her heart, bit her lip, and a blush of shame and annoyance flashed across her face.
"You want to hear those words again, don't you? I get it... Kissing feels so good. I want to kiss Shuichi-kun."
"And then?" Shuichi asked with a grin.
Sumire swallowed, and involuntarily walked towards him, wanting to see the situation behind the desk. "Peeping was also very fun..."
"Continue."
"It also... makes me very happy when Shuichi-kun makes me do those things..."
Sumire had already reached his side, and everything was clearly visible. The scene was so familiar.
Her body began to tremble slightly, her breathing became ragged, and patches of pink bloomed on her cool, pale skin.
Last night, she had those messy dreams again. When she woke up this time, the craving was even harder to suppress.
"Is there more?" Shuichi watched as she slowly leaned down, the ripples in her eyes shimmering with unease. He felt that she really had changed a little.
Sumire didn't say anything more. She just hugged his head and lowered her own to kiss him.
It was a serious kiss, not at all perfunctory.
The soft, warm sensation on her lips enveloped Sumire in a feeling of satisfaction, as if the emptiness in her heart had been filled.
After indulging in the kiss for a while, which slightly eased her craving, Sumire immediately went back to upholding her image as a female sensei. She lifted her head and said stubbornly:
"Everything I just said was what you wanted to hear, not what I really think. Don't get the wrong idea."
"Mmm, hmm, of course. So, are you ready to begin today's special training?"
Shuichi reached a hand into her collar, pressed it against her lower abdomen, and began to gently caress her.
"Is this something that will help me get closer to Kitagawa?" Sumire looked down at the bulge in her clothes spreading upwards, not stopping him, a tingling sensation rising in her heart.
"Of course. First, take it off. Let's train your low-temperature resistance."
"T-take it off?"
Sumire was startled and took a step back, but she bumped into the desk. Losing her footing, she fell backwards right onto the tabletop.
Shuichi couldn't help but chuckle as he reached out and grabbed her track pants. "Are you asking me to help? I can, you know."
"Don't, don't pull..." Sumire frantically clutched the waistband of her pants.
"Then you do it yourself," Shuichi said, not in a hurry, but engaging her in a playful tug-of-war with her track pants.
"But why...? Will this really help?" Sumire asked, both embarrassed and anxious.
"You still don't trust me at this point? Then wasn't everything we did before a complete waste?"
Shuichi stopped teasing her, grabbed her wrists, and helped pull her up.
Then he calmly and composedly withdrew his hands, rocking back and forth in the office chair and poking his own soft, elastic cheek, not at all rushed.
Sumire sat on the edge of the desk. This posture couldn't help but remind her of the scene in the infirmary yesterday, the tutoring session... Naomi-chan really was bold.
Doesn't she feel incredibly ashamed?
"Do we have to do it this way? Can't I change into a different cosplay? Even a more revealing one would be fine..." Sumire looked at Shuichi expectantly.
But he was unmoved, simply throwing the question back at her. "It's your choice, sensei. Anyway, the plan is to take Ichika-san to your place tomorrow. If you think tomorrow is too soon, we can postpone it for a few weeks, or even a few months or years, that's fine too. Since I made a promise, I will definitely keep it. Sooner or later, I will help you fulfill your long-cherished wish."
"..."
Naturally, Sumire couldn't accept any further delays. In less than twenty-four hours, she could be welcoming Ichika into her home. Even if she was being tricked, she would know the truth very soon.
If she stopped now, she would regret it, regardless of whether it was true or false.
After thinking it through, she moved. Biting her lip, she slowly got off the desk, walked to the side, and, with her back to the desk, began to do as he said.
Shuichi rocked his chair leisurely, turning his head to admire the slender back with its cool, pale skin, and those two legs that were so long it was breathtaking.
When she was finally done, Sumire covered herself with her arms, shyly turned around, and asked with her head tilted and her face flushed, "Is... is this okay?"
"Come closer," Shuichi beckoned.
Sumire bit her lip, but she obediently moved closer until she was right beside him.
Shuichi wrapped one arm around her thigh, gently caressing the back of it, and smiled. "You'll understand in the future. Everything you're doing now is worth it."
"I hope so..." Sumire's eyes rippled like water, her heart beating fast. Besides the shame, there was inexplicably a strange sense of excitement.
However, this feeling made her even more flustered. This... this isn't allowed. Even at university, relationships between senseis and students are forbidden. But it seems I'm sinking deeper and deeper. I'm a lost cause, aren't I?
Whether she was sinking deeper and deeper, Shuichi could see clearly. But in fact, at this moment, he himself was also sinking deeper and deeper because of the President's entanglement.
He reached out and grabbed Sumire's hands. She resisted a little, but didn't put up much of a fight. He took her two hands and placed them to the side.
Being stared at and admired like this, Sumire was so embarrassed that her toes kept curling, and her body was constantly trembling slightly. "Tomorrow... what time can you come?"
"Ah, that depends on what time I get up. In any case, I'll let you know in advance."
Shuichi's lazy and casual demeanor made Sumire really want to bite him. But the strange sound coming from under the desk instantly sent her thoughts astray again.
"You're so beautiful when you're not wearing a tracksuit. This is such a waste of a beautiful thing..." Shuichi raised his hand and touched her.
"If I'm the only one who can see you when you're beautiful, wouldn't that make you happier?"
Sumire's eyes grew increasingly misty. She felt that she was becoming very strange. I... I should hate this kind of thing. I should really hate this guy, but why...
"That's true. You get it, don't you?" Shuichi chuckled lightly, let go of her, and patted the edge of the desk in front of him. "You saw everything clearly in the infirmary yesterday, right?"
"??!" Sumire instantly understood his meaning and panicked. "That kind of thing... I..."
"It's fine. You decide for yourself. I will never force you," Shuichi said, holding up his hands in a very considerate manner.
"..."
Sumire glared at him angrily. Why did this hateful guy love bullying her so much? What would it take for him to finally let her go?
"After I've helped you fulfill your long-cherished wish, even if you want me to bully you, it'll depend on whether I have the time. By then... maybe, you'll be even more eager than me."
Shuichi read her thoughts from her expression and said this very seriously.
"I will not!"
Sumire immediately retorted. Then, she closed her eyes, bit her lip, steeled her heart, and sat sideways on the edge of the desk. She shifted her bottom slightly and placed her feet on the two armrests of the office chair.
A few minutes later, the Student Council President's office was filled with the female sensei's clear reading voice, interwoven with the sound of rapid breathing from under the desk.
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At noon, Shuichi couldn't find Naomi in the infirmary. It seemed she had taken leave and gone home early.
He called her, but Naomi only said she was a little busy, that nothing was wrong, and not to worry. She would contact him again at night, and then hung up.
Although Shuichi was a little concerned, he wasn't overly worried. After all, Naomi was an adult with her own thoughts. Interfering without being asked, even with good intentions, might not be a good thing. Just like with the situations of Ichika and Haruka.
After enduring until the end of the school day, he had originally planned to dump the work on Uchida and go home to slack off himself. But the little dummy's pleading look made him feel a bit guilty, so he stayed behind to help, waiting to leave with her.
They were busy until almost five o'clock when they were finally more or less done. An immediately ran over, grabbed his hand, and started running out, completely ignoring the surprised looks of their classmates.
"Has it already reached this stage?" Said Rina.
"Sigh, someone has no hope left. I told you not to be so wishy-washy. If you're not brave and decisive enough, you won't be able to get anything," Ako said, shaking her head and sighing.
"No one will think you're mute if you don't talk. Besides, who says I didn't get anything? I have his contact information, don't I?" Risa, who had been subtweeted, retorted with a flushed face.
"Then why don't you tell us how far you've gotten in your private chats?" Ako shot her a sidelong glance.
"W-why should I tell you..." Risa turned her face away in embarrassment and annoyance. "Anyway, the situation is looking great!"
"Yeah, yeah, the situation is looking great. They're already holding hands, and you're still over here talking about how great the situation is," Ako couldn't help but roast them as she watched the two figures in front.
In the direction the trio was looking, Shuichi was being pulled along by a jogging An, following her with a resigned yet amused expression.
"Slow down, slow down. The supermarket isn't going to run away. Your persona at school is about to collapse. Your sister is going to kill you when you get back."
"That's a problem for later. Supermarket, supermarket..." An's eyes were shining. Shelves piled high with snacks and countless fruits were beckoning to her.
Holding the girl's soft hand, Shuichi felt a little dazed for a moment. It was a pity she was a dummy, running in such a hurry. Otherwise, a slow, leisurely walk while holding hands would be quite nice, wouldn't it?
No, what am I thinking again? Romance is pure nonsense. That's not something I should be thinking about. Haven't I learned my lesson yet, or have I not seen enough news stories?
After getting on the train, An finally settled down, leaning against Shuichi and counting on her fingers what delicious things she was going to buy.
"Why are you such a glutton?" Shuichi asked, looking at her innocent and cute appearance, unable to resist pinching her cheek.
"Because eating is fun! When my dad was still around, he always bought me delicious things. I could have whatever I wanted. Then, for a long time, I didn't get to eat any snacks..." An replied casually.
Shuichi's movements paused for a moment. Looking at her pure and happy expression, he didn't say anything. She was doing fine now; she didn't need empty words of comfort.
"Then today is the same. The class rep can have whatever she wants to eat. Don't worry about the cost."
"Mmm... Shuichi-kun is so nice..." An said, resting on his chest and looking up at him, her round, big eyes blinking cutely. It felt like she had returned to the happiest time of her childhood.
After one transfer, the two arrived at a large supermarket not far from the shopping district. They got a shopping cart and went in, chatting and laughing as they began their raid.
An stood at the entrance, looking at all the delicious food in the different sections, her mouth nearly watering, her eyes shining as if there were stars inside them.
"Where should we go first? The snack aisle, or the fruit section?"
As soon as Shuichi finished speaking, the little dummy ducked under his arm and into the ring formed by him and the shopping cart, placing her two soft little hands on the back of his.
"Snacks!"
"Alright." Shuichi smiled, rested his chin on the top of her head, and, with his arm around the little dummy, headed straight for the snack aisle.
"Can I buy this?" By the shelf, An excitedly held up a box of Morinaga Chocoballs, asking expectantly.
"Buy it."
"What about these milk biscuits?"
"Buy them."
"Is Pocky okay?"
Hearing the word Pocky, Shuichi froze for a second. His gaze involuntarily fell on the girl's crystal-clear, pink lips, which looked exceptionally delicious.
Just like lollipops, Pocky can also be used for tricking... I kind of want to taste it. The little dummy's flavor.
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