An Akiyama stealthily climbed over from the balcony, creeping from Shuichi Chiba's bedroom toward the dining room.
She was certain her sister was sneaking food behind her back. Their mom rarely made sushi, and Tsuki had immediately snatched the job of delivering it to Shuichi.
More suspiciously, she'd been gone for over ten minutes! Not back yet!
That was about as long as An's usual delivery runs. If this wasn't sneaking food, what was it?!
Judging others by her own standards, An was convinced. She ditched work, slipped back to her second-floor bedroom, and crossed the balcony to the neighbor's place.
Following the aroma of food, she reached the dining room.
"Caught you! How's Nee-san gonna explain this time?!" An leaped out from the corner like a kitten trying to scare a tiger, cutely baring her claws.
Shuichi, mid-enjoyment of his "special cuisine," turned to see An's goofy expression and couldn't help but chuckle.
"Your nose is too sharp. Since you're here, sit and eat with us."
Food? Of course she'd sit.
But as she did, An stared blankly at the scene, locking eyes with her stark-naked sister.
"Nee-san… what're you doing?"
With food in her mouth, Tsuki couldn't speak, only letting her sister gawk.
Being seen like this by her sister, her authority as the elder completely shattered, sent a shameful thrill through Tsuki, making her giddy.
"Your sister said sushi alone wasn't enough to repay my help, so she chose a special way to express her gratitude," Shuichi said, accepting the sushi Tsuki offered.
An's mouth hung open, her big eyes unblinking, still confused. "Express… gratitude?"
"Yeah, serving food personally is a high-class courtesy, apparently. Very thoughtful. I feel her sincerity," Shuichi spouted nonsense with a straight face.
An, the little dummy, sensed something off but couldn't quite pin it down.
A fancy way to show thanks?
"If you don't eat, I'll finish it all," Shuichi teased, seeing her still dazed.
An snapped out of it, tearing her gaze from her sister.
Her sister's pure, innocent stare filled Tsuki with shame but also a strange excitement.
Despite the overwhelming emotions, she diligently continued serving Shuichi's meal.
"This courtesy has rules. Your sister can't talk or eat right now. Just the two of us eat," Shuichi said, casually resting a hand on Tsuki's thigh, continuing the risqué meal.
"She holds the food but can't eat? Isn't that tough?" An felt guilty, regretting her suspicions.
"How about I take over for Nee-san? I should thank you too, right?"
Shuichi's eyelid twitched, his throat dry. This naive girl was practically begging to be tricked! How could he resist?
Tsuki panicked, shooting him a desperate look. Shuichi noticed, cleared his throat, and said, "No need, we're almost done. Let's eat fast so your sister doesn't have to keep working."
Though the pervert president might not want to be freed quickly—probably craving more thrill.
"Oh, okay! I'm good at this—I'll clear it fast," An said, forgetting her earlier offer and diving into the food.
With An's help, they ate quickly, polishing off everything in under ten minutes.
True to her no-waste policy, An even reached for the lettuce leaves under the sushi. Shuichi stopped her.
"Enough, you'd eat that too? Your sister hasn't had a bite."
An grinned sheepishly and stood to clean up.
"No need. Let your sister handle it later. Go help out—your mom's probably swamped alone," Shuichi said, patting her head, ready to shoo her off so he could get back to "business" with the president.
But then he worried his bluff might mislead the dummy. "This gratitude method isn't for casual use, and don't tell others, got it?"
"When can I use it?" An asked, baffled.
It was so novel, she felt like a new world had opened.
"Your sister will teach you later. Now go," Shuichi said, figuring the pervert president was better at fooling this dummy, passing her the task.
Easily sending An off, Shuichi tapped Tsuki's ribs with chopsticks. "How's it feeling? Pretty thrilling, huh?"
Tsuki opened her mouth to speak but was cut off.
"I didn't say we're done. No talking. Lie on the table."
The pervert president quieted, obeying, lying on the table, her eyes gleaming with anticipation.
Shuichi pulled the unused sauce brush from the food box, waving it in front of her. Tsuki swallowed hard.
*
A while later, Shuichi looked at Tsuki, panting heavily, her forehead slick with sweat, eyes unfocused, staring at the ceiling.
She'd clearly gone overboard with excitement.
Already ticklish, being teased like this while holding back laughter had driven her wild.
"Not good enough. Looks like we need more training. Your reactions are failing," Shuichi said, moving to the head of the table and pulling her closer.
Tsuki snapped back to awareness, looking at him in slight confusion, unsure what he planned next. Since he hadn't said it was over, she stayed still, letting him proceed.
Soon, her head hung off the table's edge. Shuichi stopped, slowly releasing her, leaving her head dangling.
He crouched, gazing at her flushed, post-thrill face, lightly tapping her scorching lips.
Her hot breath came in faint, tantalizing gasps.
Tsuki's lashes fluttered, unsure what was coming. Then Shuichi stood, saying, "You worked hard, President. Hungry, right? No need to move—just rest like this. I'll feed you…"
Noting the perfect height difference, under Tsuki's excited gaze, he loosened his slightly tight belt from the feast…
Tsuki's breath hitched as Shuichi's belt clinked, the sound sharp in the quiet room. Her head dangled off the table's edge, her vision upside-down, catching the slow, deliberate movement of his hands as he unfastened his pants. Her lips parted slightly, a mix of anticipation and uncertainty flickering in her eyes. The heat in her cheeks deepened, her body still buzzing from the intensity of their earlier training.
Shuichi's voice was low, steady, almost teasing. "Stay just like that, President. Open wide."
Her lashes fluttered again, and she swallowed, her throat tight with nervous energy. The air felt thick, charged with the unspoken shift in their dynamic. Tsuki's lips trembled as she complied, parting them slowly, her tongue brushing against the inside of her mouth in reflex. Her gaze locked onto him, wide and expectant, as he stepped closer.
Shuichi's hand guided himself free, his arousal evident, the sight making Tsuki's breath catch again. He leaned in, the tip brushing against her lips, warm and insistent. Her heart pounded, but she didn't pull away, her body tensing with a mix of curiosity and submission. His hand found her hair, fingers threading gently but firmly, anchoring her in place.
"Relax," He murmured, his voice a soft command.
Tsuki's lips parted further, and she felt him ease forward, the warmth of him filling her mouth. A muffled sound escaped her, half-surprise, half-pleasure, as she adjusted to the sensation. Her tongue moved instinctively, tentative at first, exploring the texture and weight. Shuichi's grip in her hair tightened slightly, guiding her rhythm as he began to move, slow and controlled.
Her eyes fluttered shut, the world narrowing to the heat, the taste, the steady pressure of his movements. Her hands, still resting at her sides, twitched, wanting to reach out but held back by his earlier instruction to stay still. The vulnerability of her position—head tilted back, throat exposed—sent a shiver through her, amplifying the intensity of each careful thrust.
Shuichi's breathing grew heavier, a low groan escaping him as Tsuki's tongue found a rhythm, her hesitance giving way to a cautious eagerness. "Good," He said, voice rougher now. "Just like that. You're learning fast."
Her cheeks burned at the praise, a strange mix of pride and embarrassment swirling in her chest. The heat in her core flared, her body responding despite the overwhelming newness of it all. She focused on the task, her lips tightening slightly, her tongue swirling with more confidence as she felt him respond, his movements growing just a touch less controlled.
The room was filled with soft sounds—her muffled breaths, the faint wet noises of her efforts, and Shuichi's occasional low murmurs of encouragement. His hand in her hair guided her gently, never forcing, but keeping her steady as she worked. Tsuki's mind spun, caught between the act itself and the electric thrill of surrendering to his lead.
As his pace quickened, her own breathing grew ragged, the intensity building. She felt the tension in him, the way his grip tightened just a fraction, the subtle shift in his stance. "President," He said, her name a low growl, "You're doing so well."
Her eyes opened briefly, meeting his gaze, and the raw intensity there sent a jolt through her. She doubled her efforts, her lips and tongue working in tandem, driven by a need to please, to prove herself. His breath hitched, and she felt the telltale shudder, a warning of what was coming.
"Stay with me," He said, voice tight, and she did, her mouth warm and willing as he reached his peak. The sudden rush filled her senses, and she swallowed instinctively, a soft whimper escaping as she processed the overwhelming intimacy of it all.
Shuichi's hand loosened in her hair, his fingers brushing gently against her scalp as he caught his breath. He stepped back, carefully tucking himself away, his eyes never leaving her flushed face. Tsuki lay there, head still dangling, lips glistening, her chest rising and falling as she processed what had just happened.
"Good work, President," He said softly, a faint smile tugging at his lips. "You're a quick learner."
Tsuki's eyes flickered with a mix of exhaustion and something else—satisfaction, perhaps, or the spark of something new. She didn't move yet, letting the moment linger, her body still humming with the aftershocks of their encounter.
She lay bare on the table, her skin flushed and glistening with a thin sheen of sweat from their earlier exertions. Her head dangled off the edge, her breaths ragged, lips still tingling from the intensity of the previous act. Shuichi's gaze raked over her exposed form, her curves illuminated by the soft light, her vulnerability amplifying the charged air between them. Her chest rose and fell, her body still humming with the aftershocks of their prior training.
Shuichi crouched briefly, his fingers brushing her cheek, tracing the line of her jaw with a touch that sent a shiver through her. "You're doing so well, President," He said, his voice low and edged with hunger. "But we're not finished yet."
Tsuki's eyes flickered with a mix of anticipation and uncertainty, her body tensing slightly as she felt his presence shift. He stood, moving to her side, his hand trailing down her neck, over the curve of her collarbone, and along the soft plane of her stomach. Her skin prickled under his touch, every nerve alive and expectant.
"Relax," He murmured, his tone both commanding and reassuring. His hand slid lower, brushing the sensitive skin of her inner thigh, parting her legs gently to expose her fully. Tsuki's breath hitched, a soft gasp escaping as his fingers hovered, teasing the heat radiating from her pussy. Her body, already bare and open, trembled under his scrutiny, her arousal evident in the way her hips shifted instinctively toward his touch.
Shuichi's fingers traced her entrance, finding her slick and ready. "So responsive," He said, a faint smirk in his voice as he watched her reaction. His touch was deliberate, circling her clit with slow, precise movements that drew a whimper from her lips. Tsuki's hands gripped the table's edges, her knuckles whitening as she fought to stay still, her head tilted back, throat exposed.
He slid one finger inside her, then another, the stretch sending a jolt through her body. Tsuki's lips parted, a quiet moan escaping as he began to move, his fingers curling expertly to find the spot that made her arch against the table. Her breaths grew shallower, her body responding eagerly to the steady rhythm he set. The wet sounds of his movements mingled with her soft gasps, filling the room with an intimate intensity.
"Look at you," Shuichi said, his voice rougher now, his eyes locked on her flushed face and writhing form. "Learning so fast." His thumb pressed against her clit, working in tandem with his fingers, and Tsuki's hips bucked, a louder moan spilling from her. The pleasure coiled tighter, her body trembling as he pushed her closer to the edge with each precise stroke.
"Don't hold back," He said, his free hand resting on her hip, grounding her as her movements grew more desperate. His fingers quickened, relentless yet controlled, reading every twitch and gasp to drive her higher. Tsuki's head tipped further back, her mouth open in a silent cry as the tension snapped, a wave of ecstasy crashing through her. Her body clenched around his fingers, shuddering through the release, her moans echoing softly as she rode the high.
Shuichi slowed his movements, easing her through the aftershocks, his touch gentle as he withdrew. He brushed a hand across her sweat-dampened forehead, pushing back a strand of hair, his expression softening as he took in her panting, sated form. "Good work, President," He said, a trace of a smile on his lips. "You're a natural."
Tsuki lay there, her chest heaving, her body still tingling with the remnants of pleasure. Her head dangled off the table, her eyes half-lidded as she caught her breath, the weight of their shared intensity settling over her like a warm haze.
*
That meal wore out both Tsuki and Shuichi.
He hadn't expected Tsuki to be as gluttonous as her sister. Kindly feeding her, she wouldn't let him stop.
It took ages to satisfy her.
When Tsuki, content, got up, cleaned the table, and left with the food box, Shuichi realized it was past 8 p.m.
And Sayuki Ogawa hadn't texted to nag him about training…
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