Shuichi wasn't even sure if Haruka designed playful outfits; he simply saw the weather getting cold and intended to have custom autumn and winter coats made for the girls.
"It's not that you can't have those if you like them, Sensei. Just talk to the designer yourself about what kind of clothes you want to customize."
He just said it in passing, but Sumire didn't dare take it lightly. After all, today was so important; if Shuichi went back on his word, she would regret it to death. She couldn't afford to take any chances on such small matters.
"I... I like them..." Sumire whispered, her face flushing red.
"Hmm???" Shuichi glanced at her, confused.
"I said... I like that kind of clothing..." Sumire bit her lip softly and repeated herself.
Her words gave Shuichi a start. Why was she suddenly being so proactive? Had she finally accepted her true self?
"What kind of clothes?" An didn't quite hear and poked her head out curiously from Shuichi's other side.
"Nothing, just Nagase-sensei's personal hobby," Shuichi brushed it off to avoid corrupting her. He couldn't even begin to imagine what the idiot class rep would look like in erotic lingerie.
As the three of them talked, they nearly arrived. Passing the flower shop, Sumire swallowed hard, peering nervously through the glass door. Not seeing Ichika's figure, Sumire felt a twinge of disappointment, yet she also felt it was for the best—it gave her more time to prepare so she wouldn't lose her composure later.
"We're here," Shuichi said as they reached Haruka's clothing shop, reminding Sumire, who was still looking back longingly. They pushed the door open together.
Haruka was currently sitting cross-legged on the floor, staring intently at a laptop on her lap as if researching something. Well, it was hard to say—maybe she was just watching adult videos. Hearing the door, she looked up, set the computer aside, and stood up to greet them. "Is Shuichi-kun here to rush the progress?"
"The client's prerogative, isn't it?" Shuichi joked, stepping aside to reveal Sumire and An. "Actually, I brought them over to get their measurements."
Haruka scanned Sumire and An, looking slightly surprised. The former was tall with long legs; although she was wearing a frumpy tracksuit, a fashion designer could easily see her potential. If she changed into the right clothes, she would be stunning—even a qualified model candidate. As for An, Haruka had seen her at the ramen shop a few times—a very cute, vibrant young girl.
Add to that the two Ogawa sisters who had visited earlier that day with their staggering figures... Haruka gave Shuichi a meaningful look. She really didn't know why she had initially thought this boy was green and harmless. Every woman associated with him was outstanding; clearly, he was no amateur in this department.
"I understand. Thank you for supporting my business, Shuichi-kun."
"Haruka-san is being too polite. I hope I didn't interrupt anything?" Shuichi winked, hinting at something.
Haruka smiled. "Compared to me, Shuichi-kun is clearly much busier. It doesn't matter to me when you come." She finally understood why Shuichi teased her with words but never actually made a move—he was so busy he literally didn't have the time to mess with her. It wasn't that he was unmoved; it was that he didn't dare add another to his plate.
"Who's first?" Haruka looked at the two. After Sumire had expressed her attitude, An decided she was a good person and politely let her go first.
Sumire walked over to Haruka somewhat sheepishly and whispered, "Um... can you make that kind... you know, more... suggestive clothing?"
Haruka maintained professional poise, showing no sign of surprise. She simply asked with a smile, "Does the guest have specific ideas? Regarding materials, do you prefer black lace or sheer chiffon? Do you want to show as much skin as possible, or do you prefer a hazy look? Or perhaps a specific professional uniform?"
Mentioning uniforms made Sumire's heart skip a beat. She swallowed and couldn't help but glance at Shuichi. "I... I'm not sure about those details. Just... make it as attractive as possible. No special requirements."
Haruka nodded thoughtfully. "Alright, please leave your contact info. I'll make a design draft first, and we'll start production once you've confirmed it."
"Oh, okay." Sumire was too embarrassed to leave her LINE ID, so she left a rarely-used email address.
Once the measurements were done, she couldn't wait any longer, looking at Shuichi expectantly. He caught her drift and said, "Class Rep, you stay here and talk to Haruka-san. No rush. We have something to do, so we're heading out first."
"Oh, okay~" An didn't mind. Her eyes were sparkling as she told Haruka, "I want a pretty dress!"
"For autumn or winter?" Haruka asked with a smile.
"Mm-hmm! Something cute!"
Hearing the pure conversation of the girl behind them, Shuichi and Sumire—the two about to face each other nakedly—quickened their pace. Sumire's heart was pounding as she followed Shuichi into the management office they had visited before, then up to the second floor.
Entering the foyer, Shuichi closed the door, turned around, and said, "Strip."
"Right here?" Sumire hesitated for a second.
"Where else? It'll be the same in a bit—you'll strip the moment you go up to the second floor," Shuichi said casually, as if it were a trivial matter.
"I understand..." Sumire was genuinely getting used to this. Standing right there in the foyer, she unzipped her tracksuit jacket and let it slide off. She crossed her arms, grabbed the hem of her undershirt, and pulled it up, revealing her pale skin and two band-aids.
"Hmm?" Shuichi reached out and poked a band-aid curiously. "You're still wearing these? Do you like them that much?"
Poked to the point of a slight ache and itch, Sumire groaned softly, feeling a bit embarrassed. "It's... it's not that I like them, I just found them quite convenient. Whether I wear a bra or not doesn't really make a difference anyway."
She had basically given up on her dignity. Her growth was locked in; unless she had a child, there was no chance of further development. But that fleeting thought—having a child—startled her.
"Keep going, what are you daydreaming about?" Shuichi reminded her when he saw her dazed.
"Nothing! It's nothing!" Sumire shook her head repeatedly—a reaction that clearly screamed something's wrong.
But Shuichi didn't guess it. He wasn't a mind reader and assumed she was just fantasizing about what was about to happen at the flower shop. As the baggy tracksuit pants were shed, two long, slender legs were revealed. Shuichi couldn't help but reach out and give them a squeeze. They were smooth and delicate; the skin felt incredible, especially since they were so long.
"Do you want me to help with the rest?" Shuichi hooked his finger into the edge of her panties, then let go, letting them snap back against her fair skin with a loud thwack.
"If Shuichi-kun wants to... anything is fine," Sumire replied with a flush, acting more like a schoolgirl than a teacher.
"Does Sensei like this?" Shuichi didn't hesitate. He squatted down, hooking his fingers into the small garment and slowly pulling it down against her skin, revealing her beauty inch by inch.
"Do you want me to say those words again? I understand..." For Ichika's sake, Sumire was truly going all out today, cooperating with everything in hopes that things would go smoothly later. Besides, what Shuichi was doing hadn't exceeded their usual level, so it wasn't hard to accept.
"It's not that I want to hear it; this is part of the rehearsal. You have to tell the truth, Sensei. On the second floor of the flower shop, you'll see Ichika-san's true self. Correspondingly, you have to show your true self to her. So, remember to speak from the heart later, understand?"
Shuichi was genuinely looking out for her. If Sumire saw Ichika's hidden side while hiding things herself, it wouldn't work. Sumire wasn't stupid and immediately understood his meaning. Resisting the urge to press her legs together, she looked down at his face and said, "I understand. Thank you for the reminder, Shuichi-kun."
"Don't mention it. I'm just glad you don't blame me," Shuichi said, gesturing for her to lift her feet as he took the panties into his hand.
"That's not it..." Sumire instinctively tried to deny it, but then remembered to speak the truth. "At first, when I didn't understand your intentions, I did feel some resentment. But now I see—I need to get used to these strange things to get close to Ichika. I'm grateful to Shuichi-kun for helping me achieve my wish."
"Is that so? Then when I tease you, do you actually like it in your heart?" As Shuichi spoke, he stood up and peeled off the band-aids, beginning to toy with her gently.
Her heart fluttered at the touch. Sumire's breathing turned ragged. "A... a little, I guess."
"Just a little?" Shuichi leaned down and kissed her chest softly.
Sumire's hands were half-raised, frozen in place. Her eyes grew misty. "I... I can't say for sure. Anyway... I'm not as resistant as my mouth claims. Sometimes, I even look forward to it..."
"Do you feel excited like this?"
Sumire hesitated, but a response finally escaped her pressed lips. "Mmm..."
"Then do you want me to keep treating you like this in the future?" Shuichi's hand slid down the back of her thigh, all the way to her bottom. Feeling his hot palm and the constant kneading, Sumire's breath became even more labored. "Yes..."
"What's your favorite way to be teased?" Shuichi pressed his face against her, helping himself to whatever he wanted.
Sumire suddenly regretted coming for this practice. He was bullying her so much. But... he was right. She would have to open her heart to Ichika later and reveal her true nature. These things couldn't be avoided then, right?
As for which time she felt the happiest after being teased... she couldn't help but look back. Every scene in her memory seemed very stimulating. If she had to pick a priority…
"I like the ones related to Ichika the most!"
Shuichi was speechless. "Sensei, you're quite cunning. Even at a time like this, you're playing smart."
Sumire felt guilty but insisted, "But it's the truth."
"Fair enough. I understand." Shuichi gave her a meaningful look, then let her go. "Go take a shower first. Did you even think about preparing? You're going to be nakedly honest later. You wouldn't want to go there for the first time without being clean, would you?"
"Oh, right!" Sumire was startled. If Shuichi hadn't reminded her, she would have forgotten. "Can I borrow the bathroom?"
"Sure, but I'm washing up too. I still have the scent of Sensei and the President on me." Shuichi teased her, patted her ass, and led her to the bathroom with his arm around her waist.
After Fumika, the bathroom welcomed its second female guest. Sumire wasn't very good at serving others; her back-scrubbing technique was worse than Tsuki's—mostly because her physique was such a disadvantage. Fortunately, her twitching at every touch reaction was very amusing. Combined with her status as a teacher and her lovely pale skin, the sight of her squatting in front of him with her glasses on, carefully and seriously helping him wash, was enough to make anyone's heart race.
The bath took quite a while. Sumire washed herself thoroughly inside and out—with Shuichi's help, of course. He personally washed the places she couldn't see, taking the opportunity to get very familiar with her.
"Is... is that enough?" After the bath, Sumire's face was glowing. She was dressed again, her hair was blown dry, and seeing that it was almost 6 PM, she was getting anxious.
Shuichi didn't tease her further. He nodded and led her downstairs, turning left into the flower shop.
Ichika wasn't tending to the plants today. Instead, she was leaning back in a lounge chair in the corner, reading a book. Hearing them, she looked up and offered a gentle smile. "Sumire-chan, Shuichi-kun, good evening."
"Mmm, good evening, Ichika-chan~" Sumire was incredibly excited. Just being able to call her Ichika-chan seemed enough to make her happy for days. If she weren't afraid of annoying her, she would probably repeat the name all day long.
"I think Nagase-sensei is ready, so I brought her over. Does Ichika-san think today is a good time?" Shuichi asked casually.
That casual question made Sumire's heart leap into her throat, terrified that Ichika would say no. But then she thought, if Ichika found it difficult, should she be the one to excuse herself first? Fortunately, before she could descend into self-doubt, Ichika nodded with a faint smile.
"Since Shuichi-kun thinks the timing is right, let's do it. Sumire-chan might be a little startled. I'm sorry."
Sumire shook her head vigorously. "No, no! No matter what Ichika-chan looks like, I think you're perfect."
Ichika felt a bit helpless toward her stubborn attitude, but since the result was good, it didn't matter. At least she could truly open her heart to a friend. She rose gracefully and led them upstairs. Shuichi navigated the flower pots on the stairs with practiced ease; Sumire followed cautiously, trembling with excitement.
This was the second floor of the flower shop—Ichika's private residence! The place she spent most of her time. Everything here was related to her, even the scent! It was practically heaven!
Upon reaching the second floor, Ichika initially thought about going into the bedroom to undress, but she hesitated and looked at Shuichi. "Shuichi-kun, do you think it's better if I strip right here, or go to the bedroom?"
She was essentially asking which would be less stimulating for Sumire. But Sumire wanted the stimulation! She didn't want to miss anything related to Ichika. If she could, she even wanted to record the process of her changing clothes to admire it repeatedly! It must be an elegant, moving, artistic masterpiece worthy of preservation, right?
Shuichi glanced at Sumire's expression; her desires were written all over her face. He smiled. "Right here is fine. I've already given Nagase-sensei a heads up. She knows what's going on."
"Alright then." Ichika nodded, not asking for reasons, and simply followed his advice.
Watching this, Sumire was envious beyond measure. How did Shuichi manage to make Ichika trust him so completely? But there was no time for that; her eyes soon widened.
She watched as Ichika slipped the straps of her dress off her shoulders. The loose dress slid down her silky skin and pooled on the floor.
Underneath, there was nothing.
Sumire was dazed, her eyes unblinking as she stared at that ivory-sculpted body, completely losing herself. Her mind held only one thought—Ichika really is the most perfect! Following that—I'm actually seeing this, am I dreaming?
"How long does Nagase-sensei plan on staring? Ichika-san is waiting." Shuichi patted her ass.
Sumire snapped out of it immediately, flustered and annoyed with herself. "Sorry, Ichika, I just..."
"It's okay. I know it's Sumire-chan's first time, and you're not used to it. It's a bit of a shock." Ichika smiled.
"No, no, no, it's not that! I am shocked, but it's the shock of such beauty! It's... this is art, isn't it?" Sumire began to explain incoherently.
Shuichi sighed, hands on his hips. "Nagase-sensei, can you please live up to my trust just once? Every time you act like this, it makes things difficult for me. I won't dare speak up for you in the future."
Sumire sheepishly stopped, shrinking her neck and closing her mouth. Turning around, she saw that Shuichi had also stripped down at some point, and she hurriedly followed suit, discarding her own cumbersome clothes...
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