In the softly lit massage room of Fumika's beauty salon, the air hummed with the scent of sandalwood and unspoken desire. Shuichi lay on the table, his lean, gym-sore body stretched out, muscles tender from his recent workouts. The moment he'd stepped into the parlor earlier, Fumika had greeted him with a sly glimmer in her eye. They'd done this dance many times before, but tonight, she was leading.
She leaned over him now, her lips crashing into his with a hunger that belied her usual shyness. Shuichi's hands twitched to grab her, but she pressed them back against the table, her touch firm yet gentle. "Relax," She breathed against his mouth, her voice a quiet command. His body obeyed, sinking into the table as she kissed him deeper, her tongue teasing his. Her lips trailed to his jaw, his neck, drawing a low groan from him as the ache in his muscles mingled with a sharper, growing need.
Fumika's hands, skilled from years at her massage parlor, roamed his chest, kneading his tight shoulders until he hissed in relief. Her fingers slid lower, teasing his ribs, then slipping beneath the towel at his hips. His cock was already rock-hard, a result of the teasing he'd dished out when he'd arrived. Now she held the reins. She gripped him, stroking with a slow, deliberate rhythm, her eyes locked on his face as he cursed under his breath, his sharp features twisting with pleasure.
"Fumika…" He managed, but she silenced him with another kiss, her hand tightening as she worked him. The black lace clung to her body, brushing his skin as she moved, a constant reminder of her earlier reveal. With a wicked little smirk, she climbed onto the table, straddling his thighs. The lace framed her curves as she guided his hands to her hips. She let him feel her—the softness beneath the rough fabric—before lining him up and sinking down onto him in one fluid motion.
She was dripping, primed from their earlier teasing, and Shuichi's control snapped. His soreness forgotten, he thrust up into her, hard and relentless, his hands bruising her hips as he fucked her with everything he had. Fumika gasped, her nails raking his chest, but she met every brutal stroke, her hips slamming down to match him. The table rocked beneath them, creaking under the force, but neither cared. She rode him like she owned him, her breaths turning to sharp, desperate cries.
The pace was merciless, their bodies crashing together until Fumika's eyes fluttered, her moans breaking into a shuddering whimper. She came hard, her walls gripping him so tight it dragged him over the edge too, spilling into her with a guttural groan. But he didn't stop—couldn't stop—pounding into her through her climax, chasing the raw, animal edge of it. Her head lolled, her body trembling violently, and then she went limp, consciousness slipping away under the onslaught.
Shuichi slowed, chest heaving, as he realized she'd blacked out. He eased her down against him, her weight soft and boneless, the black lace still tangled around her thighs. He brushed a shaky hand through her hair, catching his breath, a mix of awe and adrenaline buzzing through him as he murmured, "Fumika… you okay?" waiting for her to stir.
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Sayuki guessed correctly—Shuichi eventually left the massage room, legs weak, supporting himself against the wall.
Similarly, Fumika simply lay there, unable to get up. Judging by her state, she would need at least an hour to recover.
Shuichi casually locked the massage room door behind him, then clicked his tongue as he glanced down at the floor near the entrance. Sure enough, something was off.
He crouched down, carefully inspecting the floor, even taking a slight sniff before sneezing.
"Sayuki-san is really a pervert… But is there any need to suppress her feelings? I mean, she's already come this far—what's she still hesitating for?"
He murmured to himself, unsure where Sayuki was hiding at the moment—or if she could even hear him.
"A weak, helpless boy who can't resist… wouldn't it be easier to just pin him down and eat him up?" Shuichi mused aloud.
Hearing no response or movement nearby, he shook his head and stood up to leave.
If he didn't leave now, he was genuinely afraid Sayuki would jump out and pin him to the ground.
Today… he really couldn't take any more. He had absolutely no energy left.
Only after Shuichi was gone did Sayuki step out from around the corner. She walked to the doorway, glanced down, and in an instant, a faint blush spread across her face.
That little pervert… sniffing around like that!
….
Stepping out of the beauty salon, Shuichi took a deep breath of the cool night air. The sensation of pure bliss made him momentarily contemplate the mysteries of the universe and the meaning of life.
…No answers.
Abandon all thoughts.
The transition was seamless.
Shaking his head with a wry smile, his gaze was suddenly drawn to a nearby flower shop.
After a full day of care and attention from Ichika, the shop had transformed into a warm and inviting space. Just a single glance through the display window was enough to captivate anyone, making it impossible to look away.
Shuichi stared in a daze for a moment before realizing something—the flower shop had a base Belonging Value of 10.
Since he was the administrator, he received a 100% effect bonus, meaning the beauty of the flowers was effectively doubled in his eyes.
No wonder they look so stunning.
Unable to resist, he walked forward and gently knocked on the glass door of the shop.
"Come in." Came the ethereal voice of Ichika from inside.
Shuichi pushed the door open and greeted her naturally, "Good evening, Kitagawa-san."
"You as well, Chiba-kun." Ichika nodded slightly, offering a faint smile. "Did you deliver yesterday's flowers?"
She rarely took the initiative to start a conversation, but the boy in front of her piqued her interest in an unusual way.
His gaze carried a pure and sincere appreciation—calm and natural in both expression and tone. There was no possessiveness or aggression, nor was there excessive admiration. It made her feel… comfortable.
"Mm, the recipient was very happy." Shuichi instinctively reached for his waist.
Fumika-san was so happy she completely lost herself… She took the lead for most of the 'match,' only exhausting herself in the second half. But even then, she refused to let go.
"That's good to hear." Ichika nodded with a soft smile.
Shuichi's gaze shifted to the vase in her hands. It held an arrangement of different flowers, skillfully layered and balanced, creating a strangely mesmerizing beauty.
"Kitagawa-san, are you… arranging flowers?"
"Mm." Ichika glanced at him and noticed that he was genuinely captivated by the vase. "Chiba-kun, do you know about flower arrangement?"
Shuichi shook his head. "Not at all. I wouldn't call myself someone who understands elegant arts. I just think it looks beautiful. Ah—wait, that sounded a bit like a pickup line, but I really mean it."
Now, if we were talking about a different kind of "flower"—like a certain "Mrs."—then maybe I'd have some experience…
"There's no misunderstanding. I know you're genuinely drawn to the flowers."
Ichika smiled. Her intuition was sharp, and she could easily discern the true meaning behind people's gazes.
This was exactly why Sumire placed so much trust in Ichika's judgment of people.
"That's a relief." Shuichi shrugged with a relaxed smile.
"Would you like to learn a little?" Ichika gestured for him to come closer, inviting him to take a better look.
If Sumire were here, she would probably be in shock—Ichika had never made such a gesture toward a man before!
"Then I'll take you up on that."
Without hesitation or unnecessary politeness, Shuichi stepped forward.
She's not as hard to approach as I thought. Maybe Nagase-sensei is just useless.
"From an artistic perspective, flower arrangement is mainly divided into Eastern style, Western style, and freestyle. Within the Eastern style, Chinese and Japanese approaches have distinct differences…
In terms of form, there are staircase, overlapping, stacking, focal point, grouping, clustering, and flat arrangements…
As for shapes, they can be classified as horizontal, triangular, fan-shaped, vertical, or oval…"
Ichika patiently explained, covering everything from the general overview of floral art to material selection, color coordination, and even the mindset behind flower arrangement—leaving no detail untouched.
Shuichi scratched his head.
I seriously don't have the federal-level free time to study all this… I'm already swamped as it is. Even my breaks are a luxury.
"Uh… Kitagawa-san, your explanation is great, but I don't think I have much talent for this. Not only can I barely remember any of it, but I also find it a bit… dry. I just enjoy admiring flowers, that's all."
Ichika wasn't the least bit offended. In fact, she appreciated his honesty. If it had been another man, they would've likely pretended to be deeply interested just to get closer to her.
"Being able to appreciate beauty already shows talent. When you get the chance to arrange flowers yourself, you'll find it much less boring."
Alright… at least this counts as progress in our conversation.
Shuichi stroked his chin, gazing at the flowers in the vase as he pondered.
Flower arranging, huh?
"If Chiba-kun likes it, you can take it home as decoration." Ichika offered when she saw him deep in thought.
"Eh? Are you sure? It looks like you put a lot of effort into it." Shuichi asked, a bit surprised.
What's going on today? First, Sayuki was being unusually forward, and now Kitagawa-san is offering me flowers? The world must be ending.
"It's fine. Since tutoring got delayed for two days, consider these flowers as a replacement." Ichika said, handing him the vase.
Shuichi accepted it from her hands. Their fingers brushed against each other—but not even a hint of worldly desire arose between them.
Completely drained.
Shuichi chuckled. "I feel like some freeloading drifter—I show up every day and leave with something."
Ichika looked into his clear eyes and said gently, "I only have an abundance of flowers and plants here. If Chiba-kun likes them, it's fine to take some."
"It's getting late, so I won't keep bothering you. I'll head back and get some rest." Shuichi said, ready to call it a night—he was exhausted.
Ichika watched him leave and murmured, "Such an interesting person… It looks like this will be a peaceful time."
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A peaceful time for Ichika, perhaps.
But for some people, peace was the last thing on their minds.
In the middle of the night, An suddenly jolted awake, a strange feeling creeping into her mind.
She glanced at her sister, who was sleeping peacefully beside her, and then a rather serious thought struck her.
Wait… does this mean Chiba and I are technically living apart now?
Just one day after moving in together, they were already separated…
This… didn't seem like a good sign.
Should I sneak over again? This time, I'll remember to lock the balcony door… that should be fine, right?
"Don't even think about sneaking out! We'll settle this once I'm feeling better!"
Tsuki's voice suddenly rang out beside her, making An jump in fright. She quickly denied it, "I-I wasn't planning on going next door!"
"I never said anything about next door," Tsuki said flatly before pulling her sister into a firm hug. "Stay put and sleep properly."
"Oh…" An pouted but obediently closed her eyes, looking utterly defeated.
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