Fumika was utterly flustered, but Shuichi's thoughts were razor-sharp. He immediately countered Sayuki's words.
"Your bond is just long-lasting, but it's not deep enough. Only a truly profound connection can touch the soul."
"What do you mean by profound? My bond with Nee-san has lasted over twenty years, and it's still rock-solid!" Sayuki shot back.
Without another word, Shuichi proceeded to demonstrate exactly what he meant by a "profound connection."
"Don't—don't look, Sayuki…" Fumika stammered, panicking. Instead of stopping Shuichi first, she instinctively urged her younger sister to turn away.
"If he can do it, why can't I watch? Nee-san, you're being way too biased!" Sayuki huffed, clearly sulking.
Fumika's face flushed crimson, her eyes glistening with moisture, her voice trembling with a mix of coyness and reproach. "I'm just… ugh, so easy to tease, but I'm not—not an idiot. You two… hmph, you're both so mean, ganging up to tease me."
"What? It's fine if he teases you, but not me?" Sayuki pouted, playing the little sister card and acting spoiled.
Fumika was at a loss against her sister's antics, and deep down, she was happy about Sayuki's clinginess. With a wry smile, she relented, "Fine, tease me all you want, but you two don't have to argue over something like this—"
A high-pitched cry echoed through the massage room. Sayuki, watching her sister's state, felt her heart race even more.
"Forget it. I won't force Nee-san to pick who's closest to her. I'm going to the bathroom—you two hurry up." Sayuki let go, stood up, and headed to the attached bathroom in the massage room.
Without her sister's watchful eyes, Fumika finally felt the overwhelming tension ease. She shot a playfully reproachful look at Shuichi, who stood at the foot of the bed. "Chiba-kun, you're always teasing me. Doing that in front of Sayuki was so embarrassing…"
"Who told you not to consider me the most important person in your life?" Shuichi replied with a smirk.
He leaned down, kissed her lips, lingered for a few moments, then deepened the kiss before gently nuzzling her face with his. "I really want to be the closest person to you, Fumika. Is that not allowed?"
Fumika's eyes instantly misted over, overflowing with affection. "Chiba-kun…"
"Alright, fine, I'll settle for being second to Sayuki-san. Don't stress about it. I was just bickering with her and got a bit carried away," Shuichi said, taking a half-step back.
That small retreat left Fumika feeling an emptiness in her heart. "Chiba-kun and Sayuki are equally important to me. I can't live without either of you. Can't you both just get along?"
Seeing the disappointment on her face, Shuichi quickly stepped forward again, wrapping her tightly in his arms. "I won't make things hard for you, Fumika. As long as you care about me, that's enough—even if you're a bad woman, even if you're a little fickle."
Fumika couldn't help but laugh and cry at the same time. "Fickle? How am I fickle? You're accusing me unfairly, Chiba-kun."
"Aren't you, though? You totally are."
"No way! You're being unreasonable and bullying me." Fumika bit her lip, her arms tightly embracing him, her legs wrapping around him, her feet arched taut.
Fumika's breath hitched as Shuichi's hands slid down her sides, his fingers tracing the curve of her waist with deliberate slowness. The air in the massage room felt thick, charged with an electric tension that made her skin prickle. Her heart pounded, each beat echoing in her ears as Shuichi's gaze locked onto hers, intense and unyielding.
"Chiba-kun…" She whispered, her voice barely audible, trembling with a mix of nervousness and anticipation. Her arms tightened around his neck, pulling him closer, her body instinctively seeking the warmth of his. The soft cotton of her shirt bunched under his touch, and she shivered as his hands slipped beneath, grazing the bare skin of her lower back.
He didn't respond with words. Instead, his lips found hers again, this time with a hunger that stole her breath. The kiss was deep, urgent, his tongue teasing hers in a slow, deliberate dance that sent heat pooling low in her belly. Fumika's fingers dug into his shoulders, her nails leaving faint crescents as she clung to him, overwhelmed by the intensity of his presence.
Shuichi's hands roamed higher, pushing her shirt up and over her head in one fluid motion. The cool air hit her skin, raising goosebumps, but his warmth followed immediately, his palms cupping her breasts through the thin fabric of her bra. Fumika gasped into his mouth, her back arching as his thumbs brushed over sensitive peaks, sending jolts of pleasure through her.
"Fumika," He murmured against her lips, his voice low and rough, "You're so beautiful like this." His words sent a flush of heat across her face, her cheeks burning as she buried her face in the crook of his neck, too shy to meet his gaze.
"Don't… don't say things like that," She mumbled, her voice muffled against his skin. But her body betrayed her, pressing closer, her thighs tightening around his hips as she felt the hard evidence of his desire against her.
Shuichi chuckled softly, the sound vibrating through her. "Why not? It's true." His hands slid to her back, deftly unhooking her bra and letting it fall away. He pulled back just enough to take her in, his eyes darkening with want. Fumika's breath caught as his fingers traced slow circles around her nipples, teasing until they hardened under his touch. She whimpered, her hips shifting restlessly against him, seeking friction.
He leaned down, his mouth replacing his hands, lips closing around one sensitive peak. Fumika's head tipped back, a soft moan escaping as his tongue swirled, teasing and sucking gently. Her fingers tangled in his hair, tugging lightly as waves of sensation rolled through her. "Chiba-kun… please…" She breathed, not entirely sure what she was pleading for, only that she needed more.
Shuichi's hands moved to her shorts, fingers hooking into the waistband. He paused, looking up at her with a question in his eyes, seeking permission. Fumika's heart raced, her body trembling with a mix of nerves and desire. She nodded, biting her lip, and he tugged the fabric down her legs, leaving her in nothing but her panties.
His hands were warm as they slid up her thighs, parting them gently. Fumika's breath came in short, uneven gasps as his fingers brushed against the damp fabric between her legs, a light, teasing touch that made her squirm. "Shuichi…" She gasped, her voice breaking as he pressed a little harder, his thumb circling slowly.
"You're so responsive," He murmured, his voice thick with desire. He slipped her panties down, tossing them aside, and Fumika felt a rush of vulnerability and excitement as his gaze roamed over her. His fingers returned, exploring her slick folds with a gentleness that made her tremble, each touch sending sparks of pleasure through her core.
Fumika's hands fumbled with his shirt, desperate to feel his skin against hers. She tugged it off, her fingers tracing the lines of his chest, the warmth of his body grounding her even as her mind spun. Shuichi's lips found hers again, kissing her deeply as his fingers continued their slow, torturous rhythm, coaxing soft moans from her throat.
When he finally shed the rest of his clothes, Fumika's breath caught at the sight of him, her eyes wide with a mix of awe and nervous anticipation. He guided her back onto the massage table, the cool surface a stark contrast to the heat of their bodies. "Fumika," He said softly, his voice steady despite the desire burning in his eyes.
She nodded, her hands reaching for him, pulling him closer. "I want you," She whispered, her voice trembling but certain. Shuichi's lips curved into a soft smile, and he positioned himself between her thighs, his movements slow and careful.
The first press of him against her was overwhelming, a mix of pressure and heat that made her gasp. He moved slowly, giving her time to adjust, his hands stroking her sides, her face, grounding her in the moment. Fumika's legs wrapped around him, pulling him closer as she arched into him, her body craving more.
"Fumika…" Shuichi's voice was strained, his control evident in the tightness of his jaw as he moved within her, each thrust slow and deliberate, building a rhythm that sent waves of pleasure coursing through her. Her hands gripped his shoulders, her nails digging in as she matched his movements, her breaths coming in soft, desperate moans.
The world narrowed to the heat of their bodies, the sound of their breaths, the slick slide of skin against skin. Fumika felt the tension coiling tighter, her body trembling as she neared the edge.
"Chiba-kun… I—" Her words broke off into a cry as pleasure crashed over her, her body tightening around him as waves of ecstasy pulsed through her. Shuichi stopped as he felt her release shuddering through him as he buried his face in her neck, his breaths ragged against her skin.
They stayed like that for a moment, tangled together, hearts racing as they caught their breath. Shuichi pressed a soft kiss to her forehead, his arms wrapping around her protectively. "You okay?" He murmured, his voice gentle.
Fumika nodded, a shy smile breaking through her flushed expression. "More than okay," She whispered, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on his back. The room was quiet now, the earlier tension replaced by a warm, intimate stillness, their connection deeper than words could ever express.
Hearing her words Shuichi started to move again inside her which resulted in a moan from Fumika's mouth. She covered her mouth with her hands to lower her voice.
"Ahh..mmnhhh….Ahhhhn…."
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Late at night, Shuichi left the exhausted Fumika in Sayuki's care and departed the beauty salon alone.
The night breeze was growing cooler, and after savoring the refreshing chill, Shuichi headed to the flower shop.
Pushing open the door, he navigated through the sea of flowers with ease, arriving at a cozy corner. A dim yellow lamp illuminated a gently swaying rocking chair, exuding a warm, serene ambiance.
"Sit," Ichika said softly without looking up, her eyes still fixed on the book in her hands.
Shuichi didn't mind her slightly aloof demeanor and took a seat on a stool, looking at her.
His gaze faltered for a moment—Ichika was wearing even less today.
Compared to the silk nightdress that at least reached her ankles before, today's was a double-layered gauze dress, pure white with lace trim at the collar and hem. As she reclined on the rocking chair, the dress barely covered above her knees.
Was it revealing? Not exactly. The style was very delicate and fresh, not transparent at all—compared to the sheer mesh nightdress Tsuki bought, this was downright conservative. But Ichika wore it so loosely, with the top few buttons undone, exposing a generous expanse of skin.
Shuichi felt that a slight shift in angle might reveal the parts of her upper body that should be covered. But he wasn't in the mood for that now, so his eyes drifted to her flawless legs and… those crystalline, translucent feet.
Yes, feet.
Even with someone like Sumire Namise's cool, pale skin or Tsuki Akiyama's delicate, dainty feet, he hadn't thought to use the term. But at this moment, he felt it was the only fitting description.
"Are they nice to look at?" Ichika's voice broke his reverie, forcing him to lift his gaze to meet her calm, serene eyes.
"So nice," Shuichi answered with complete sincerity.
"Is that so? That's quite the compliment." Ichika gave a faint smile, noting the purity in his eyes, then swiftly changed the topic. "What's your view on plants, Chiba-kun?"
Shuichi blinked, caught off guard by the abrupt shift. "Plants? As a category, I'd say they're givers—or in biological terms, producers."
Ichika neither confirmed nor denied his answer. "Do you like nature?"
"Yeah, I do, but…" Shuichi gave a lazy smile. "If it means trekking into some deep forest to 'commune with nature,' I'm too lazy to bother."
It was an honest answer, not quite what she might have wanted, but Ichika wasn't disappointed. If he'd given a disingenuous response just to please her, like others had, she'd have felt inclined to distance herself.
"Does it feel natural here?" She asked.
"It does." Shuichi nodded. "Every time I come in, I feel my heart calm down instantly. There's this indescribable sense of peace and ease."
"Then come by often." Ichika looked into his eyes, her tone steady.
"Huh?" Shuichi was momentarily taken aback.
"No tutoring today. I'll teach you flower arrangement instead." Ichika stood, her bare, flawless feet touching the floor. The hem of her nightdress fell, covering her astonishingly smooth knees.
Shuichi was puzzled but didn't mind. Tutoring or flower arranging—both were enjoyable enough, and the latter might even be more interesting.
"Before arranging flowers, you need a clear vision in your mind, like painting. Then, based on that vision, choose your flowers. Follow certain creative principles to craft a beautiful form that expresses a theme or conveys an emotion, bringing aesthetic pleasure and joy to those who see it."
Shuichi spread his hands. "I have no idea how to envision anything."
Ichika, with great patience, replied, "In that case, you can start with a simpler approach to find the joy in it. Once you grasp the basics, you can dive deeper."
"Specifically?"
"Pick a particularly full bloom and pair it with a simple vase. The key is simplicity—for both the flower and the vase." She pointed to a row of empty vases on a nearby shelf—round, tall, ceramic, glass, all sorts.
"A full bloom?" Shuichi rubbed his chin, thinking. "Hydrangeas, maybe? They're pretty full."
Hydrangeas, or ajisai, were a fitting choice.
"Nice choice. Hydrangeas come in many colors and are very popular, often used for potted decorations," Ichika said encouragingly, handing him a pair of specialized scissors. "Go pick one and cut it, but keep some leaves near the flower for contrast and layering."
Taking the scissors, Shuichi asked curiously, "You must love plants, Kitagawa-san. Don't you feel cutting them is harmful?"
Ichika gave a soft smile. "Every living thing, even if it does nothing, endures some form of harm. That's part of nature too."
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