Upon hearing Fumika's words, Shuichi's heart stirred, and he immediately guessed what was going on.
He looked up to confirm with her using his gaze, but Fumika shyly turned her head away, murmuring softly, "It's okay… Chiba-kun."
"Then I won't hold back." Shuichi replied, feeling a mix of nervousness and anticipation. His heartbeat quickened slightly, and his hands were not as steady as usual.
Fortunately, yukata robes were easy to untie—just a gentle tug at the sash, and it naturally unraveled.
As it loosened, the front of the yukata draped over Fumika's body, still dutifully covering her fair skin, with only a narrow strip of scenery revealed in between.
Shuichi had no choice but to reach out himself, folding the front of the robe over Fumika's shoulders, revealing the hidden mystery within.
As the yukata fell open, Shuichi's eyes widened in astonishment, marveling at the sight before him.
For a moment, his mind was flooded with all sorts of strange thoughts.
For instance—what was even the point of a down vest? And a cropped down jacket that exposed the stomach? Absolutely incomprehensible.
Likewise, why did this black lace ensemble in front of him leave the most crucial areas completely uncovered?
It utterly failed to fulfill its basic purpose—the designer's skills were, frankly, quite questionable.
"Ch-Chiba-kun… do you like it?" Fumika's face was burning hot, steam practically rising from her head. Her body trembled slightly.
"I'm not sure yet. I need to study it first—once I understand it thoroughly, I'll give you my answer." Shuichi replied, eyes locked onto the subject of his research.
"Then… how long do you plan to study it?" Fumika wobbled slightly, her legs starting to weaken.
"If you're tired, you can lean on the massage table for support. I'll need to conduct a thorough investigation over here."
After all, in scientific research, simply looking and thinking wasn't enough—hands-on experimentation was essential. Shuichi wholeheartedly agreed with this principle and was more than willing to put it into practice.
His hands moved toward her waist as he pulled her toward him to kiss her on the lips, after the kiss his hands started to trace the lace she was wearing. Feeling Shuichi's fingers on her skin through lace felt extremely amazing to her and she couldn't help but let out a moan.
"Mm…"
Fumika was overwhelmed with emotion, gripping the bouquet tightly as if afraid it might get damaged. With her other hand, she covered her mouth, suppressing any shameful sounds.
Shuichi seeing her reaction couldn't help but smile, he slowly moved his hands toward his favourite place, feeling her soft skin while moving his hands. He sat down on the ground as his hands fully felt her thighs.
"C-Chiba-kun, let me wash your back and give you a massage first…" She offered proactively.
"Eh? But I still want to study this a bit more. I'm not ready to bathe yet." Shuichi murmured, rubbing his face against her thigh.
"Mm…" A muffled hum slipped from Fumika's throat. "B-but I really want to massage you now… okay?"
"You're really impatient, aren't you?" Shuichi chuckled.
Fumika's eyes were already misty, her voice trembling as she said, "Yes, I am… If you keep teasing me, I…"
"What will you do?" Shuichi tilted his head up, teasingly asking.
But from this angle, he couldn't quite see Fumika's expression at that moment.
"I… I'll embarrass myself…" Fumika murmured, her eyes misty with desire.
"That's okay," Shuichi reassured her. "Even if you do, I won't laugh at you."
He straightened up, cupped her face gently, and placed a soft kiss on her lips.
"If anything… I'd be really happy."
Fumika could no longer suppress the longing in her heart. She wrapped her arms tightly around Shuichi's neck and showered his face with kisses, like raindrops falling in a summer storm.
The faint traces of sweat on his skin only made her heartbeat race even faster.
Shuichi murmured in a low voice, "It feels like you're about to devour me, Fumika-chan… Kind of dangerous, don't you think?"
Hearing this, Fumika paused her kisses, breathing heavily as she pressed her face against his. "That's exactly what I want to do… Can I?"
"If I say no, will you let me go?" Shuichi asked, his hand sliding around her waist, caressing her gently.
"No… I don't want you to go." Fumika whispered, tightening her embrace around him.
"Well, I guess I have no choice then. I just finished working out, and I'm completely out of strength… I don't think I can resist you." Shuichi said in a deliberately teasing tone.
Fumika chuckled softly, her voice filled with mischief. "Then I'll take advantage of this chance to bully you properly. I have plenty of energy today."
"Fumika-chan, have mercy." Shuichi pretended to plead.
"No way," Fumika whispered into his ear, her breath warm. "You always tease me—there's no way I'm letting you off today."
She nibbled lightly at his earlobe and murmured, "I'm going to eat you up little by little, leaving nothing behind."
Saying that she moved her hands toward his pants and grabbed his cock from outside.
"Hiss…" Shuichi sucked in a sharp breath. Looks like tonight, his chances of survival were slim…
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Engrossed in their moment, neither of them noticed that at some point, the door to the massage room had been silently pushed open.
Standing at the entrance, peeking through the gap, was Sayuki—her eyes locked onto the scene unfolding inside.
Her hair was completely dry—there was no sign that she had taken a bath. She was still dressed in the same yoga outfit from earlier.
Listening to their conversation, Sayuki couldn't help but inwardly curse. What's happened to my sister? She's fallen so fast!
Accepting any kind of thing…
Does reaching a certain age really turn someone into a proper wife?
As this thought crossed her mind, she unconsciously brought a hand to her nose, as if some lingering scent still clung to her fingertips.
Her breathing became slightly uneven, her wide eyes fixed on the scene inside, barely blinking until they started to sting—not that she noticed.
She just kept watching as her dear sister relentlessly bullied the delicate young man.
Hmm…
Judging by today's situation, that little pervert Chiba is probably going to be walking out of here holding onto the wall… Will he even be able to work out tomorrow?Maybe I should give him a day off…
Lost in thought, Sayuki accidentally nudged the massage room door open a bit more. Though the door was designed to open and close silently, the movement still startled her.
Her heart pounded like a war drum.
Luckily, the two inside were far too busy to notice what was happening on this—
Wait.
Sayuki suddenly froze.
Her gaze had accidentally locked with Shuichi's.
That bastard little pervert even blinked at her—his face filled with surprise.
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