Sumire didn't react in time and nearly tumbled off the small stool. Fortunately, Ichika was there to support her back.
"Alright, now it's my turn. No cheating, Sensei; move aside quickly."
Shuichi patted Sumire's rear. His hand, slick with foam, landed on her cold, fair skin with a sharp smack.
Sumire obediently stood up and gave up her seat, her mind still in a daze. She watched as Ichika held a foam-covered bath lily in both hands, scrubbing Shuichi's back with meticulous care. Finally, she couldn't help but ask.
"Ichika... why did you say you were 'troubling' him? And why did you agree so easily?"
Ichika leaned tightly against Shuichi's back, looking up with a smile, not finding the situation strange at all. "Because I was the one who asked Shuichi-kun to help me experience it. Besides, he's always been accommodating me; it's quite tiring for him."
This was true. Ichika was severely lacking in a sense of security, and during their early days, Shuichi really hadn't dared to move or act impulsively, exercising painful restraint every time. Things had only recently begun to improve.
"Tiring for him..." Sumire's lips twitched.
"Don't just stand there staring. Come help," Shuichi said. Feeling the slippery sensation against his back, he naturally began ordering Sumire around.
Since it wasn't her first time, she obediently squatted down to help lather Shuichi's arms. Of course, because she was in front of Ichika, she kept the lathering strictly professional. As for the parts she felt awkward touching, she left those entirely to Ichika.
Shuichi sat with his legs apart, looking down at Ichika, who had moved from behind him to his front. She was squatted down, carefully scrubbing him by hand. She temporarily rested the foam-filled bath lily against her fair knees, her expression as serious as when she was normally tending to her flowers.
"If Ichika-san thinks it's fine, how about Saturday morning the day after tomorrow?"
Ichika's hands didn't stop moving as she replied with a gentle smile, "Let's go with the time Shuichi-kun suggested."
"Wait, why Saturday morning?" Sumire asked. She was currently holding one of Shuichi's feet; those slender fingers used to writing with chalk were now lathering a student's foot.
"Why not?" Shuichi glanced at her. "Tomorrow is Friday, and there's class during the day. As for the morning, Sensei, you love sleeping in so much that you probably wouldn't have time to come over anyway, right?"
"Is tomorrow night not okay?" Sumire asked weakly. She really wanted to say that for anything involving Ichika, there was no way she could sleep in! You're clearly the one who doesn't want to wake up early, aren't you?
However, Friday morning's window was narrow, and for something this important, it really wasn't suitable to pick such a rushed time.
"Ichika-san doesn't like having the lights on. The lighting is bad at night, so Sensei might have trouble seeing clearly, right?" Shuichi said, reaching out to take the bath lily from Ichika's knee.
"Oh..." Sumire immediately shrunk her neck. So he was considering her after all.
"Saturday morning has plenty of light and plenty of time. Even if it takes a while, opening the shop a little late isn't a big deal."
As Shuichi spoke, he gently pulled the bath lily toward him and placed it on his own thigh. Sumire's gaze followed his movements involuntarily. The steam in the bathroom made her cold, fair skin gradually flush like peach blossoms.
Shuichi carefully used the bath lily to scrub his body, making sure every detail was thoroughly cleaned. After quite some time, the lathering phase was finally over.
He let out a long breath, stood up, and used the showerhead to carefully rinse the white foam off Ichika's body, then quickly rinsed Sumire and himself as well. After that, they all got into the bathtub.
The tub wasn't large. Two people sitting opposite each other could barely manage, but for three, there was truly no room. Ichika ended up being pulled into Shuichi's lap. Osmanthus petals floated on the water—originally they would have used rose petals, but because they needed those for the beauty shop's essential oils, they had switched to seasonal osmanthus instead.
Shuichi held her in his arms tightly, his face pressed against Ichika's wet, tender back. Beneath the surface where it couldn't be seen, his feet were teasing Sumire across from him.
"Saturday... um, if it's the morning, I... when should I come over?"
Sumire was still obsessed with this matter. Her legs were pressed together, her body curled up with her chin resting on her knees as she bit her lip and asked.
"Why come over Saturday morning?" Shuichi asked. One hand was gently appeasing Ichika's heart, while the other stroked the delicate flesh on the back of her thigh.
"If not then, when?" Sumire looked down at the water surface where osmanthus petals rippled, unable to help but swallow.
"Wouldn't it be better to just stay over here Friday night? Ichika-san won't mind, right?"
Shuichi wasn't making a random decision for Ichika. He knew she had done similar things before, like letting female colleagues stay over. Therefore, as long as it was the right person, Ichika didn't mind.
"Eh? Is... is that okay?" Sumire's eyes lit up instantly. She looked expectantly at her friend, who was leaning softly in Shuichi's arms, her breathing slightly hurried.
"Mm..." Ichika responded with a nasal hum. "If Sumire-chan doesn't mind my sleeping habits, then it's fine."
"Habits?" Sumire was stunned for a moment, then realized. She doesn't like wearing clothes when she sleeps, right? What's the problem with that?
The bath lasted quite a while, though the actual soaking time wasn't that long. Because of Sumire's special hobby, Shuichi hadn't deliberately dirtied the bathwater. After soaking long enough for their bodies to soften and enjoying the lingering afterglow, he used a bath towel to dry them both off, ending their little gathering for today.
Sumire's face was beet-red. Clutching a plastic water bottle, she followed Shuichi out of the flower shop in a daze and entered the management office. Once on the second floor, she stood there with a silly grin, carefully placing the water bottle on the coffee table. She then threw herself onto the sofa, hugging a cushion tightly and rolling around in excitement.
When the little idiot arrived to deliver dinner, this was the scene she witnessed.
"Did Sumire-sensei break from being too happy again?" Her small face was full of worry.
"Yeah, she's broken," Shuichi nodded.
"She seems even more broken than usual. Should we just leave her?" An leaned over the back of the sofa, peering at the female teacher who was staring at the ceiling and giggling like a lunatic.
"No need. Hospitals can't fix this. She just has to recover on her own, though she might break even harder later on." Shuichi stroked her little head and then gave her small rear a squeeze.
"How pitiful..." An gave Sumire a look of genuine compassion. Since Shuichi said it couldn't be cured, there was probably no other way. She usually seems like such a good person; how did she suddenly break? Sigh.
"Hm? Is that a tasty drink on the coffee table?" An's eyes suddenly widened as she looked longingly at the bottle.
"No..." Shuichi quickly pulled her toward the dining table to prevent Sumire from corrupting the child.
"But it looks drinkable, and it even has flower petals..." An's small head kept looking back.
"Laundry detergent looks pretty delicious too."
"That doesn't taste good."
"???" Shuichi was momentarily stunned. Wait, why does this little idiot taste everything? How has she survived this long?
"I tried it before. I had just a tiny taste when my sister caught me and gave my butt a good thrashing," An said with a sigh.
"...She was right to do it." Shuichi was both annoyed and amused as he pulled her into his arms and began eating dinner.
With them feeding each other, and amidst Sumire's occasional strange laughter, they quickly finished the meal. After that, An couldn't wait to drag Shuichi into the bedroom. She drew the curtains, transformed into a fair little lamb, and sat obediently on a chair.
An braced her hands on the edge of the chair between her knees, her fair little legs swinging. Her large eyes were sparkling as she looked at Shuichi. "Quickly, quickly! After-dinner dessert~"
"Wait, don't rush me. First, tell me why you brought this? Did you forget it?"
Shuichi walked over to the table with a look of confusion. He picked up the small bottle of Thousand Island dressing the little idiot had just placed there and gave it a shake. This was something used for making takoyaki.
"Mmm..." An blinked her watery eyes and stuck out her tongue. "Is it not allowed? I feel like anything becomes delicious when you add sauce to it."
"..."
Shuichi was speechless. Is this a boomerang? I did something similar to her sister before; is the little idiot here for revenge? Though, it wasn't exactly that; the President had also tried popping candy, ice cream, and jelly.
"Sure... as long as you're happy." Shuichi sighed. What else could he say? Like sister, like sister. Besides... it was quite interesting, wasn't it?
The room was quite warm. Shuichi stripped off his clothes and leaned against the edge of the table. Ignoring An as she enthusiastically played her "culinary game," he pulled out his phone to message Fumika.
[Is Fumika-san ready? Is it tonight?]
[Hey, Fumika-san, speak up. How am I supposed to know if you only send emojis?]
[Mmm... everything is prepared. Shuichi-kun can come anytime to...]
[To do what?] Shuichi lowered his head to glance at An; the little idiot was enjoying herself immensely, the corners of her mouth stained with quite a bit of dressing. Her small face was a bit of a mess.
[To take away my 'first time'...]
Fumika had been looking forward to this since early morning, and she had been distracted all day.
[I have a bit of an idea. I wonder if Fumika-san is willing?]
[What? Does Shuichi-kun have another bullying idea? But... as long as Shuichi-kun is happy, anything is fine...]
Fumika's face flushed red, her heart pounding. Looking at the text on her phone, she couldn't help but press her legs together, her full buttocks giving a slight quiver.
[I want to go on the swings with Fumika-san tonight. At that small park next to the shopping district; there are very few people after dark.]
After sending the message, Shuichi casually used his finger to scrape the Thousand Island dressing off An's face. Adhering to the principle of not wasting food, he fed it back to her. An didn't mind, simply grabbing his hand and licking it clean.
[Eh? Just the swings?] Fumika was slightly surprised. Knowing Shuichi, he must have some wicked plan.
[Of course not. When the time comes, Fumika-san...]
Once Shuichi explained the plan, Fumika's face turned beet-red. However... going on the swings with Shuichi-kun; it sounds so happy.
[Mm...]
Having finalized the plans for tonight with Fumika, Shuichi put away his phone and focused on watching the little idiot's mukbang.
"Is it tasty?"
"Mmm... it's sweet and wonderful~" An looked up, her eyes crinkling into crescent moons as she smiled, her small mouth pressed tight. She looked incredibly cute.
An was full and satisfied, but her face was a mess, so he couldn't just let her leave like that. Shuichi held her small body and took her to the bathroom to wash her face, and incidentally, let her help him clean up as well.
It was already November. In Tokyo, it grew dark before six o'clock. Once night had fully fallen and the shopping district had become quiet, Shuichi put on his new overcoat and left the management office through the back door.
The small park was very close—just a short walk away. Because of the greenery blocking the view, Shuichi didn't see the two figures waiting there until he reached the sandy area near the children's play equipment.
Fumika was wearing a grey bodycon sweater that clung to her curves, highlighting her two exaggerated mounds perfectly. On her legs were the garter stockings Shuichi loved most. Occasionally, a glimpse of 'absolute territory' would be visible between the two, making the fair flesh squeezed by the stocking tops look exceptionally delicious.
Sayuki wore a light, loose jacket over a yoga vest on top, and on the bottom, she was actually wearing black stockings for once. Perhaps she had been feeling unwell lately, so she had dressed a bit more warmly for the night outing. However, seeing her usual denim shorts, Shuichi couldn't help but scratch his head. This... isn't it inconvenient for movement?
"Have you been waiting long?"
Fumika had been unable to contain herself. She didn't even wait for him to get close before she jogged toward him proactively. However, perhaps because she was too excited, her steps were a bit unsteady, and the way her sweater swung looked like a lot of work.
"Shuichi-kun..."
Shuichi pulled her into a full embrace. Her fragrance washed over him, and his hands instinctively pressed onto her full buttocks, pulling her toward him.
"Mmm..." Fumika let out a soul-stirring hum as her body softened considerably.
"Eh? What's wrong?" Shuichi asked, a bit confused.
"What else could it be? To give you the best experience, Big Sister has been preparing and practicing for a long time. Right now, she turns to jelly the moment she's touched."
Sayuki crossed her arms, pushing up her weight, and walked over as well.
"Shuichi-kun... there are pockets here..."
Fumika straightened up slightly and pulled Shuichi's hands toward her side, showing off her interesting new clothes like a child with a toy.
Shuichi's eyes lit up as he reached into the pockets to explore. "You're right. There are actually pockets on the sides of this sweater? Is it for ventilation? I've seen some sportswear designed like this."
"Do you like it?" Fumika looked down at the shape of his palms protruding from the sweater, her heart itching.
"Yeah, it's a very interesting outfit. You've put so much thought into it, Fumika-san." Shuichi teased the tips of her heart while kneading her full buttocks.
Soon, he discovered something unusual. "Hm? What's this..."
Shuichi found something familiar on Fumika. From the feel of it, it was a diamond accessory—the same one he had been playing with this morning.
"It's Sayuki's accessory... I borrowed it for today. Mmm... does Shuichi-kun seem very interested in this thing?"
Fumika proactively pressed herself against his chest, her eyes already clouded with mist. Shuichi lowered his head to kiss those sweet, inviting lips twice before trying to remove the diamond.
"Fumika-san... it seems you're only wearing the sweater? Won't you be cold?" Concerned, Shuichi asked as he touched the smooth, delicate skin of her buttocks without any obstruction.
"I'm not cold..." Fumika replied, her breath hitching slightly.
"How could you not be cold? Come inside and get warm." As Shuichi spoke, he opened his overcoat and wrapped her inside.
"What about me? What if I'm cold too?" The quietly observing Sayuki suddenly spoke up, her tone lingering.
"It's not a big problem; the coat should be able to fit you too." Shuichi reopened the coat.
Fumika proactively made some space, though she firmly occupied one side of Shuichi's chest. Sayuki didn't mind, smiling as she squeezed in to share the warmth.
However, when Haruka designed the coat, she clearly hadn't considered this situation. It would have been fine if they were small like the Akiyama sisters, but with the full figures of the Ogawa sisters, it was inevitably a tight fit. Nevertheless, the three didn't mind. They weren't actually cold; being huddled together like this simply made the atmosphere more intense.
"Sayuki's clothes are also very interesting. Won't you take a look, Shuichi-kun?" Fumika said with a smile, brushing her knee against the boy.
"Oh? Let me see." Shuichi was curious, but he truly didn't have a spare hand. One hand was working on removing the diamond accessory from Fumika, and the other was kneading Sayuki's soft, bouncy buttocks.
Seeing this, Sayuki generously showed him herself. "It's nothing special. Just like the yoga shorts from before, these denim shorts have a convenient zipper design."
Shuichi looked down at her demonstration and immediately spotted something. "Wait, that's not all, is it?"
"The rest really isn't anything special. Are you talking about the tights? This kind of design for convenience in the bathroom is quite normal."
After Sayuki finished speaking, she kissed his face twice. "Alright, today's protagonist is Big Sister. You go on the swings with her first; don't worry about me."
"Then... Fumika-san, let's go on the swings?" Shuichi suddenly raised his hand and handed the removed diamond to Sayuki.
The latter took it and naturally attached it to herself; the two sisters always shared accessories.
"Mm..."
Fumika felt her face burning hot. She found it harder and harder to stand steady. Being able to go on the swings with him—such a beautiful thing was pure happiness.
The two took a couple of steps to the swing set. Shuichi sat down first, adjusted his coat, and then patted his lap, opening his arms.
"Fumika-san, come here."
Blushing, Fumika rolled up her overly long bodycon sweater. Then, with one hand supporting the back of her thigh and the other gripping the sturdy iron chain, she sat down steadily.
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