Chapter 231 Lap

Chapter 231: Chapter 231 Lap

After coming out of the flower shop, Sumire felt light on her feet, a dazed smile fixed on her face.

Shuichi patted her lower back with a speechless expression. "Done reminiscing yet? It was just a lap pillow."

"But it was a lap pillow from Ichika!" Sumire corrected him, then added inwardly that the even more thrilling part was helping clean Ichika with wet wipes.

"Well, if you don’t have anything more important to do, I’m going back to take a shower."

At Shuichi’s reminder, Sumire suddenly jumped. She’d almost forgotten! He was currently covered in Ichika’s traces!

"Wash later, wash later!" Sumire quickly grabbed his arm and dragged him toward the second floor of the management office.

The way she stomped up the stairs made Shuichi secretly criticize her—good thing she was wearing flats, or she’d have definitely twisted an ankle and rolled down.

As soon as they crossed the threshold, Sumire was even more impatient than yesterday. The moment the door closed, she was already pulling at his clothes with a frenzy that bordered on tearing them apart.

"And you call the President a pervert. I think you are far scarier than her," Shuichi couldn’t help but complain.

"Isn’t it all the fault of you two? I wasn’t like this before..." Sumire clung to him like a woman possessed, greedily inhaling the scent he had brought back.

"Don’t pin this on us. What does your worship of Ichika-san have to do with the two of us?" Shuichi rolled his eyes.

Sumire had no time to argue. She kept rubbing her face against his chest before reaching down to grab his waistband.

"What do you want for dinner? I’ll ask the Class Rep to bring an extra portion for you so you don’t have to go back down later." Shuichi quickly pulled out his phone before his pants hit the floor.

"Whatever..." Sumire didn’t care. Going back down later was fine too.

"Then we’ll have Ramen for the main course, Chicken as the side, Takoyaki for snacks, accompanied by Creamy Mushroom Soup and a Fruit Salad for dessert. I hope that’s enough for you?" Shuichi leaned against the hallway cabinet and stroked her head as he asked.

"Mhm..." Sumire nodded vigorously, clearly satisfied.

Shuichi let out a quiet sigh of relief. Arranging dinner for someone else was the biggest hassle, especially when the answer was whatever.

Dinner time arrived. An Akiyama walked in carrying a large food box and immediately threw herself into Shuichi’s arms, looking up with bright, sparkling eyes.

"Shuichi-kun, Shuichi-kun! We agreed yesterday... I get to sneak some milk today..."

Shuichi felt a bit guilty. The milk stock in his body had just been mostly finished off by the ravenous Sumire; he’d forgotten to save more for the little airhead.

"Don’t be in a rush. Eat dinner first." Shuichi thought to himself that he should have some tea first to catch his breath.

While they talked, Shuichi carried the little airhead—who was still clinging to him—past the living room. An noticed Sumire sitting on the sofa, dazed and smiling to herself again, and her small face filled with confusion.

"Nagase sensei is here again..."

"Yeah. That extra portion I asked you to bring was for her."

"Is she really not going to try to steal Shuichi-kun from me?" The little airhead’s clumsy alertness made Shuichi smile.

"Don’t worry, she won’t."

"Oh, that’s good." An breathed a sigh of relief for a moment, then studied Sumire curiously. "She looks weird. Is she broken again?"

"Exactly. Because she’s too happy."

Shuichi didn’t bother the dazed Sumire and took the little airhead to the dining table. Once settled, he grabbed a thermal flask from the table, took a large gulp, and let out a long, satisfied exhale. He hadn’t really felt tired to begin with, but after drinking it, his body felt even more robust and full of energy.

This really is good stuff. I owe it to Haruka-san...

Wait?

Shuichi suddenly remembered something. Had there been a system notification earlier that he’d forgotten to check?

[Haruka Igawa Affection +10, Manager Monthly Salary +100,000 JPY.]

[Fumika Ogawa, Affection 90]

[Sayuki Ogawa, Affection 90]

[Ichika Kitagawa, Affection 80]

[Tamako Akiyama, Affection 80]

[Haruka Igawa, Affection 30]

[Current Monthly Salary: 3,800,000 JPY]

I knew I missed something. I’ve really been too busy lately, Shuichi shook his head, thinking about Haruka.

So... did her affection increase because he helped her mother recover the scammed money, or was it because of that kiss? He’d planned to take the proper route of a manager solving a shopkeeper’s troubles to raise affection. How did it end up like this again?

While Shuichi was reflecting, An Akiyama was also deep in thought. She stared at his lips, wondering if she should taste that tea again. It made her body feel warm and comfortable, but it made it impossible to sleep in the next morning. It was a hard choice...

Food or sleep? Which is more important? This is a major philosophical question.

Because of her hesitation, she missed the opportunity, and Shuichi began enjoying dinner. An was quickly distracted by a piece of chicken breast stuffed into her mouth, her face filling with an expression of pure bliss.

During the meal, Shuichi gave the little airhead some tips on how to eat certain things. After all, with such a good appetite, her teeth must be very strong—she could probably bite through bone!

After dinner, seeing that An had seemingly taken his advice to heart, Shuichi called out to Sumire to remind her to eat. Regardless of whether she heard him, he pulled the little airhead back into the bedroom.

Close the door, draw the curtains, undress—the little airhead’s routine was becoming more and more practiced. Seeing the little white lamb heading for the edge of the desk again, Shuichi called out with a laugh. "Today is different, did you forget already?"

"Oh? Then what do I do?" An asked innocently.

"Just sit in the chair and wait."

Shuichi said as he took out the milk he’d prepared, walked to the desk, leaned against it, and held the straw to her lips. An blinked, tentatively opened her mouth, and began to sip.

"Don’t tell anyone you came here to sneak snacks when you get back, okay?" Shuichi instructed as he looked at her pink lips.

"Then what do I say when Mom asks why I’m back so late?" An looked up, her eyes full of a desire for knowledge.

"Just tell her you were practicing mental math with me," Shuichi stroked her head.

"Mhm..." An nodded with a realization, then continued drinking her milk with gusto. As long as it was food, she liked it.

Seeing her eating happily, Shuichi felt relieved and pulled out his phone, which had been vibrating. It was a message from Fumika.

[Sayuki made some preparations today. Will Shuichi-kun be free to come over tonight?]

[Preparations?] Shuichi replied, glancing at An who was obediently drinking her milk.

[It’s the reward Sayuki promised you~]

[Eh? Sayuki-san is planning to settle that promise today? I’m a bit surprised she’s being so straightforward, but... Fumika-san, you seem even more excited than I am?]

Shuichi found it playful, then shifted his attention from the screen back to An’s chubby little cheek, giving it a pinch.

"Mhm..." An, currently eating, let out a muffled sound, though it was unclear what she wanted to say.

[Because... this is a ’first’ for me as well. It’s the only ’first’ I have left to give Shuichi-kun... I wasn’t sure if you’d like this method before, so I didn’t bring it up, but now...]

Fumika paused for a moment before the rest of the text arrived. [If Shuichi-kun likes Sayuki’s reward tonight, then... please take my only remaining ’first’ as well, okay?]

Shuichi’s heart throbbed at the text. Fumika-san...

[Shuichi-kun?] Seeing that he hadn’t replied for a while, Fumika was visibly anxious.

[I didn’t know you were such a flirt, Fumika-san. I’m completely hooked now. What am I supposed to do?]

[Then I’ll just stay by your side for the rest of my life, as long as Tsuki-chan or An-chan don’t mind...]

The President would want as many people as possible just for the fun of it. As for the little airhead...

Shuichi looked down at An. "Class Rep, what do you think of Fumika-san from the beauty salon across the street?"

"Mhm?" An tilted her head, straw still in her mouth, her face a mask of confusion as to why he was asking. But she answered honestly. "Fumika-san is a very good person~ very gentle, and she gives me food! Sayuki-san too."

"Wait?" Shuichi was stunned. "Since when? Giving you food."

An looked up, her small hand clutching the straw, and blinked. "Just recently. Every time they come to the shop to eat, they bring me snacks. But sometimes when I’m not around, Mom sneaks some of them. It’s so mean."

It seems they started their offensive a long time ago. Though it was likely Sayuki-san’s idea, Shuichi mused.

"Then how would you feel about living with Fumika-san and Sayuki-san in the future?"

"Eh? Together? That would be great!" An’s face filled with longing at the thought. "Fumika-san’s massages feel so good, and she’s much gentler than mom. Sayuki-san is so cool and nice, and she doesn’t bully me like my sister does."

Shuichi pinched her cheek with a laugh. No wonder Akiyama-san always said her airhead daughter was ungrateful.

If the President heard this, she’d be half-dead with rage. It seemed An was fine living with anyone except her own sister.

"Alright, it’s nothing. Go back to your milk." Shuichi shook his head with a laugh and turned his attention back to his phone. An shook her head in confusion, not understanding what just happened, but she was too lazy to think—it was too taxing on the brain. She just bit the straw again, her eyes narrowing into crescents as she drank with relish.

[I just asked, the Class Rep likes you and Sayuki-san very much. The snack offensive was very effective. You don’t need to worry about the President; the more people there are, the more excited she gets.]

[So Shuichi-kun knew...] Fumika was suddenly quite bashful. Using snacks to win over a child was a bit too cunning.

[You’ve worked hard, Fumika-san. It’s my fault you have to go to such lengths...]

[Don’t say that, Shuichi-kun. As long as I can be with you, I’m happy. (Shy Pony.JPG)] Fumika had apparently stolen Shuichi’s favorite sticker pack at some point.

[Remember to wash up and smell good. I’ll be over in a bit.]

[Mhm... I’m washing right now. Come straight to Sayuki’s gym in a bit; I’ll be there too...]

[Washing? Then... how about a look at your legs?] Shuichi perked up instantly.

An Akiyama blinked her big eyes, seemingly having thought of something magical, and suddenly looked a bit dazed...

[Shuichi-kun, you loved teasing Sayuki like this, didn’t you? She showed me all the chat records~] Even as she said this, Fumika followed up with a bath photo. A pale, full thigh was lifted out of a bubble-filled tub. The tempting luster of the beautiful leg, half-hidden by foam, made Shuichi’s throat tighten. He desperately wanted to hold it and play with it right now.

[I’m drooling...]

[You’re just flattering me, aren’t you? You’ve seen them so many times; they must have lost their novelty long ago.]

[Who said that? I’ll never get tired of them.]

Shuichi chatted with Fumika, occasionally looking down at An, who was ignoring everything and focusing entirely on her meal. Once she was satisfied, she licked her pink lips and looked up with sparkling eyes.

"Am I better than Big Sister now?"

"Mhm, mhm. Just about." Shuichi stroked her head with a laugh.

"Then how can I surpass her?" An asked with a pair of intense, very serious eyes.

Shuichi scratched his head at that. Given the President’s wild streak, surpassing her was going to be a tall order.

"I can’t?" An rested her chin on his thigh, looking up at him with piteous eyes.

Shuichi folded immediately. "Get more massages, drink more milk, and eventually you can surpass her with your figure."

"Oh, right! Big Sister’s figure is so immature too. If I can be better than her there, that would be great!" An’s fighting spirit was ignited, her face full of determination and longing. "Mom has a great figure, and Big Sister always says I’m exactly like Mom. So my figure will be great too! Big Sister takes after Dad; she’s definitely going to have a bad figure."

That logic... Shuichi’s lip twitched. Well, close enough.

He picked up the clothes he’d tossed onto the bed and carefully dressed the little airhead one piece at a time. Pulling open the waistband of her panties, he had An step her slender feet in. She started chirping again.

"Is Shuichi-kun not going to touch my feet today? Didn’t you say you wanted to every day? I washed them clean."

"I forgot."

"Oh. Then you can touch them now. But be fast, or Mom will be really angry again."

An reached out her feet—the ones still hooked into her panties—toward Shuichi.

"..." Shuichi was speechless. Her delicate, clear toes were wriggling restlessly as if to tease him. Who could resist that? He grabbed her cute little feet and gave them a thorough rubbing until her giggles grew so loud that even Sumire came over to peek. Only then did he finally let her go.

Once dressed, An chewed the gum Shuichi had given her, her face flushed red as she headed back to the ramen shop, her chest puffed out as if she’d just won a battle.

"Back so late again, slacking off..." Tamako muttered from behind the counter. "Hurry up and help."

An took the food box into the kitchen and efficiently put on her apron. "I wasn’t slacking off! I was practicing mental math!"

"Mental math?"

Tamako froze. That phrase... why did it sound familiar? Back in the day, the kids’ father used to love holding her feet while "practicing mental math" too. To be honest, it had been a bit scary the first time.

"No wonder she took a shower again after coming back..." It suddenly clicked for Tamako.

"What?"

"Nothing. I said you’re an airhead."

"Mom’s bullying me again!" An pouted, wanting even more to live with the Ogawa sisters. She couldn’t stand being in this house for one more day.

After seeing off the finished-eating Sumire, Shuichi changed into his workout gear and headed to the gym.

Over the last few days, he’d been a bit lax due to Sayuki’s health issues. It was time to ramp up the intensity again. Conveniently, he had a training partner today, so he’d have to train hard whether he wanted to or not.

He locked the main door and headed up to the second floor. The moment he stepped into the yoga room, his eyes lit up. Fumika had actually changed into a set of yoga gear too. A soft, form-fitting yoga vest hugged her body, outlining her exaggerated curves in exquisite detail. The yoga shorts were either a size too small or designed that way, because they seemed to pinch her flesh, creating a clear indentation around her fair, full upper thighs.

Sayuki’s outfit was just as impressive—she was wearing those yoga shorts again!

"It seems today’s training plan will be quite brutal." Shuichi took a deep breath and walked toward the two of them.

"Hmph. Scared? You can still turn around and leave." Sayuki gave him a sidelong glance.

Fumika was different. Her eyes were full of affection as she proactively walked over and hugged him tightly. "I washed up and made sure I smelled good just like you said. Does Shuichi-kun think I smell nice?"

Shuichi held her close. "Fragrant and soft. I can never get enough of holding you, Fumika-san. I really want to sleep in your arms tonight."

"Then why don’t you? It’s fine now that we don’t have to worry about Sayuki." Fumika was clearly tempted.

"What do you think, Sayuki-san? If you’re willing, I won’t leave tonight." Shuichi’s hand found its way to Fumika’s full yoga shorts, pressing down slightly so his fingers sank halfway in. You couldn’t even grip them with one hand.

"Didn’t you stay over before the showdown too? Why are you asking now?"

It seemed she was still annoyed about them ganging up on her, or perhaps she was just feeling shy about what was coming. Either way, Sayuki’s words were sharp and biting today.

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