Something was off. Though Shuichi Chiba didn't feel like moving, he changed into workout clothes and headed downstairs to check.
At the gym, the door was unlocked. He entered the first-floor training area—empty. He checked the second floor—still no sign of Sayuki Ogawa.
Shuichi pulled out his phone, texting Sayuki.
No reply. He messaged Fumika next.
She responded that she was out shopping with Yurika and that Sayuki should be home.
Puzzled, Shuichi decided to check the salon next door.
Was the older sister pulling a Fumika, taking a break and oversleeping?
But after scouring the salon's first floor, there was no Sayuki.
Until… Shuichi reached the second-floor bedroom.
Strange noises came from the bathroom.
Suspicious, he approached the door, hearing familiar water sounds, and pushed it open.
"Sayuki-san? You okay?"
Sayuki jumped, the sudden intrusion pushing her over the edge. She let out a muffled groan, her cheeks flushing a captivating red. Biting her lip, her shimmering eyes glared at him.
"Get out."
"Huh? Don't need help? You look like you're struggling," Shuichi said, stepping closer.
Sayuki's eyes landed on his familiar sweatpants. Already lost in the smart toilet's massage function, his masculine scent pushed her restraint to the brink.
Like yesterday morning?
Her mind wandered, but she turned away. "Get out."
Shuichi raised an eyebrow, looking down at her heaving yoga tank top, betraying her unsettled emotions.
"Why's Sayuki-san holding back? Didn't we talk about this? You told Fumika-san that, but don't follow it yourself… Were you lying? All that bold talk, yet you're shyer, more reserved than Fumika-san? That's surprising…"
Shuichi's relentless verbal teasing finally broke her. Sayuki stopped overthinking and, like yesterday morning, took action.
Caught off guard, Shuichi was yanked forward, gasping, "Easy, easy…"
Sayuki smirked coldly. "Weren't you all talk, so cocky? Keep going—I'm listening."
"Talk's one thing, but can you ease up a bit?" Shuichi grimaced in pain.
"Can't help it. This bold-talking woman holds back because I'm not precise with my hands. Since you keep egging me on, you shouldn't complain…" Sayuki pulled him closer.
Shuichi had no choice but to inch nearer. Just when he thought she'd get handsy or more, she patted her lap, squinting with a sly smile. "Sit."
Shuichi hesitated. Sit? Like this? Ignoring the setting, wasn't this totally backward?
But Sayuki tugged, leaving no room for hesitation. He sat.
At eye level now, he faced her. Her face, nearly identical to Fumika's but with a completely different vibe, felt thrillingly intense.
Sayuki's breath hitched, her fingers grazing his jaw, tracing the line of his neck with deliberate slowness. "You're too bold for your own good," She murmured, her voice low and husky, sending a shiver down his spine. Her touch lingered, nails lightly scraping his skin, teasingly close to his collarbone.
"What? Need me to teach you? Or wait for me to guide you, little man?" Sayuki's breath was warm, her right hand gripping tight, her left pressing his head toward her.
Shuichi followed the force, kissing her flushed lips fiercely.
After a few minutes, the hand on his head loosened. He pulled back, panting. "Sayuki-san, not right here, right? It's our first time…"
Sayuki's eyes were misty but far from Fumika's easy loss of control. She pointed to the bathroom. "Go wash. I'll join you."
"No need. I'll wait for you," Shuichi said, struggling to adjust his pants.
Sayuki rolled her pretty eyes. "Wait for what? To watch me dry off?"
She wasn't using the toilet—just enjoying the massage function—but wiping down was still embarrassing.
Even with her bold words, that was too much.
"You don't act like a one at all. I've seen Fumika-san do it," Shuichi goaded, making it up.
Sayuki scoffed. "You just bully my sister, making her do shameful stuff."
"It's fun, and she enjoys it," Shuichi shrugged.
"Then I'll have some fun with you too, make you enjoy it," Sayuki said, smirking mischievously.
"…"
He'd dug his own grave—how could he back down? Gritting his teeth, he nodded. "Fine, no problem. So, can I watch now?"
Sayuki's heart skipped, locking eyes with him. If he wasn't backing down, neither could she.
So…
She pressed the smart toilet's drying button.
"…"
Shuichi froze. That's not how this goes.
Sayuki, seeing his reaction, grinned. "I bet you won't refuse fun games with me later, right?"
Shuichi scratched his head, clenching his jaw. "Go on, then."
Sayuki didn't flinch. She stood, lightly scratching his chin, whispering in his ear, "Help me get dressed."
Shuichi's heart raced. This different vibe gave him the real sense of being a teen toyed with by a gorgeous neighbor lady.
He grabbed the waistband of her yoga shorts, his thumbs pressed against her firm, elastic thighs.
His fingers lingered longer than necessary, savoring the warmth of her skin, the subtle give of her flesh under his touch. As he pulled the shorts up, he let his knuckles brush deliberately against the curve of her hips, eliciting a soft gasp from Sayuki that she tried to suppress.
Slowly pulling them up, his fingers glided along her full legs.
The shorts were tight, not settling perfectly. Shuichi adjusted them repeatedly to smooth them out.
"Well done," Sayuki said, kissing his ear lightly. "Good boy."
Shuichi shivered.
Sayuki let out a sultry chuckle, seizing the moment. "Come on, you'll help me take them off later."
Like he was bewitched, Shuichi followed her closely to the changing area by the bathroom.
Just having helped her put them on, now taking them off—seemingly pointless, but neither cared.
Sayuki stood confidently, tossing her hair. "Do well, and I will give the good boy a special reward."
"What? I have to claim it from Fumika-san?" Shuichi teased, surprised.
"…" Sayuki was speechless, yanking him hard. "Not such a good boy, huh? Needs some discipline."
"Can I get a redo? The good boy mode sounds fun," Shuichi said, blinking.
"Nope. You had your chance and blew it. Bad boy mode it is."
Sayuki grabbed his shirt, flipping it over his head, tying it to loosely trap his arms.
"Bad boys need proper discipline."
She pushed him against the wall, her hands roaming his pecs.
Her fingers danced across his chest, teasingly circling his skin before pinching lightly, drawing a sharp breath from him. "Sensitive, huh?" She purred, her nails grazing lower, tracing the lines of his abs with a deliberate, torturous slowness that made his muscles tense under her touch.
"By the way, isn't your muscle growth a bit too fast?"
"Sayuki-san, is this really the time to notice that?" Shuichi, arms raised, blind under the shirt, mumbled.
"But it's really fast. Suspicious. Are you sneaking supplements?" Sayuki pressed his muscles.
"No, it's not fast. Really, don't call it fast," Shuichi said, his mouth twitching. Then his thigh felt cool.
Sayuki pressed close, pinning him to the wall. Through the shirt over his head, she whispered, "Not fast? Prove your limit to me…"
As her words landed, Shuichi realized he'd stepped onto the shortcut to Sayuki's soul…
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In Ginza, Fumika, shopping with Yurika, called her sister, worried.
The call rang for ages, nearly timing out, before connecting.
"Sayuki? You okay? Chiba-kun called, said he couldn't find you at the gym."
"Mmm…" Sayuki's breathing was heavy. "I'm fine… just… ugh, back in the bedroom for a bit."
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