After the grueling workout, Shuichi collapsed onto the gym floor, his chest heaving as he stared up at Sayuki with an expression of utter disbelief. His muscles ached from the relentless handstand push-ups, and sweat glistened on his skin, catching the dim overhead lights. Sayuki stood over him, her toned figure silhouetted against the gym's mirrored walls, her face flushed from exertion—or perhaps something else.
She caught his gaze and her cheeks reddened further, her eyes narrowing in mock indignation. "What's with that look?" She snapped, folding her arms. "Want another round of discipline?" Her voice carried a teasing edge, but the flush on her face betrayed a hint of self-consciousness.
Shuichi licked his dry lips, his throat parched from the workout. A mischievous glint sparked in his eyes as he propped himself up on his elbows. "Sayuki-san, maybe you should change first? Your clothes… well, they're soaked with, uh, sweat. Must be uncomfortable, right?" His tone was deliberately suggestive, his gaze lingering on the way her damp workout gear clung to her curves.
"Do you think I need you to tell me that?" Sayuki shot back, her voice a mix of embarrassment and annoyance. She glared at him, her ponytail swishing as she turned on her heel and stomped toward the bathroom, her footsteps echoing in the quiet gym. The door clicked shut behind her, leaving Shuichi alone with his thoughts.
He chuckled softly, the sound low and amused, as he lay back down, letting his body recover. The cool floor felt soothing against his overheated skin, and he closed his eyes, savoring the brief moment of stillness. His mind wandered to the playful tension between him and Sayuki, the way her tough exterior always cracked just enough to reveal her softer side. She's a handful, but that's what makes it fun.
A short while later, the bathroom door swung open, and Sayuki emerged, freshly showered and dressed in a loose, comfortable outfit. Her damp hair clung to her neck, and the clean scent of soap wafted toward him. Without a word, she strode over, bent down, and hoisted him over her shoulder like he weighed nothing. Shuichi let out a surprised grunt, his face pressed against her waist as she carried him effortlessly.
"Sayuki-san," He murmured, his voice muffled as he nuzzled closer, rubbing his cheek against the smooth skin above her waistband. The warmth of her body was intoxicating, and he couldn't resist pushing her buttons a little more.
"What now?" Sayuki asked, her tone wary. She adjusted her grip, her fingers firm but gentle. "Don't tell me you're up to no good again." Her suspicion was palpable, but there was a playful lilt to her words, as if she was bracing herself for his next move.
Shuichi grinned, undeterred. "Nothing, just felt like saying your name." He tilted his head, planting a soft, lingering kiss on the exposed skin of her lower back, just above her waistband. The contact sent a faint shiver through her, and he felt her muscles tense briefly under his lips.
Sayuki flinched slightly, her steps faltering for a split second. She swatted his backside lightly, her voice stern but tinged with embarrassment. "Stop squirming, or I'll drop you right here." Her words were meant to sound threatening, but the slight tremor in her tone gave her away.
Shuichi's grin widened, and a low chuckle escaped him, vibrating against her skin. The sound was warm, unguarded, and it caught Sayuki off guard, making her pause mid-step.
"What's so funny?" She demanded, her voice laced with suspicion. She craned her neck to glance at him, her brows furrowed as she tried to decipher his amusement. Is he thinking about that moment in the gym? she wondered, her cheeks warming at the thought.
"Nothing," Shuichi replied, his voice softening as he rested his head against her. "Just… this feels nice. I was thinking, if I could spend my whole life like this, I'd be happy." His words were quiet, almost wistful, as he traced a lazy pattern on her side with his fingers, savoring the smoothness of her skin.
Sayuki's steps slowed, and for a moment, she was silent. She wanted to swat him again, to keep up her tough act, but his words stirred something in her. Her lips betrayed her, curling into a reluctant smile. "Bet you've said that to my sister too," She said, her tone half-accusing, half-teasing as she resumed walking.
"Yup," Shuichi admitted without missing a beat, his voice calm and unapologetic. "But don't you want to stay with Fumika-san forever too?" He tilted his head to peek at her, his eyes glinting with a mix of sincerity and cheekiness.
Sayuki rolled her eyes, letting out an exasperated huff. "You're too clever for your own good," She muttered, but there was no real heat in her words. She tightened her grip slightly, as if to anchor herself against his charm, and said nothing more as they continued toward the beauty salon.
They soon arrived at the massage room, and Sayuki unceremoniously dumped Shuichi onto the padded massage table, the soft surface cushioning his fall. Instead of leaving, she pulled up a stool, plopped down, and grabbed a nearby beauty magazine, flipping through it with an air of nonchalance. Her posture was relaxed, but her crossed legs and the subtle tension in her shoulders hinted at her true intentions.
Fumika, standing nearby, looked visibly torn. Her gentle features creased with worry as she glanced between her sister and Shuichi. 'Oh no, what now?' She thought, her heart sinking. Sayuki's presence felt like a deliberate challenge, as if she was staking her claim on Fumika's time with Shuichi. The prospect of losing those private moments with him made her chest ache. It's going to be so hard to be alone with him if Sayuki keeps this up.
But Fumika's longing for Shuichi was a tidal wave, impossible to contain. Having crossed that emotional threshold long before Sayuki, her feelings for him surged with an intensity that refused to be tamed. Every glance at him, every touch, only deepened her desire, and the thought of holding back now was unbearable.
"Fumika-san, come hug me," Shuichi said, his voice soft but deliberate, breaking the tense silence. His eyes locked onto hers, warm and inviting, as he stretched out his arms slightly, beckoning her closer.
Fumika bit her lip, her gaze flickering to Sayuki, who remained engrossed in her magazine—or so it seemed. The weight of her sister's presence pressed on her, but Shuichi's voice pulled her like a magnet. With a quiet sigh, she crossed the room, her movements hesitant yet resolute, and leaned down, wrapping her arms around his head in a tender embrace. Her soft curves pressed against him, and she buried her face in his hair, inhaling his familiar scent.
Leaning closer, she whispered against his ear, her breath warm and tickling. "Did you two have a fight again? I thought we agreed to get along." Her voice was laced with concern, her fingers gently stroking the back of his neck as she held him close.
Shuichi's reply was muffled against her, his face nestled in her embrace. "No clue what Sayuki-san's thinking. We didn't fight, though. I told you before, it's fine if you care about her the most." His tone was calm, almost resigned, but there was a subtle edge of playfulness that hinted at his true feelings.
Fumika's breath hitched, her body softening at his words. The heat of his breath against her skin sent a shiver down her spine, and she felt her resolve weaken further. "Well…" She murmured, her voice trembling slightly. "Let's go to the bathroom first. I'll help you scrub your back, and… maybe by the time we're done, Sayuki will have left." Her suggestion was tentative, tinged with hope, but deep down, she doubted her sister would budge.
Shuichi suppressed a smirk. 'No way Sayuki-san's leaving. She's here for this.' But he played along, pulling back just enough to meet Fumika's gaze. "Alright, I'm in your hands today, Fumika-san," He said, his eyes twinkling with mischief.
Fumika pouted, her cheeks flushing as she swatted his arm lightly. "You always tease me, Chiba-kun," She chided, her voice soft and coy.
"And do you like being teased?" Shuichi murmured, leaning in to brush a quick kiss against her earlobe, his lips grazing her skin just enough to make her shiver.
"Mmm…" Fumika's response was a faint, almost inaudible hum, her eyes fluttering as she melted into his touch. Supporting his weight, she helped him off the table, her arm around his waist as they shuffled toward the bathroom, their steps slow and deliberate.
Sayuki glanced up from her magazine, her eyes narrowing as she watched them go. Her legs, crossed tightly, shifted slightly, the subtle movement betraying her inner tension. She let out a quiet huff, her lips twitching as she returned to her reading, though her focus was clearly elsewhere.
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Inside the bathroom, the air was warm and steamy, the faint hum of the ventilation fan blending with the soft patter of water. Fumika, with gentle care, helped Shuichi out of his clothes, her fingers brushing against his skin as she folded each item neatly. He settled onto a small stool, the cool plastic a stark contrast to his overheated body, as Fumika began to wet his hair, her hands moving with practiced tenderness. Warm water cascaded over his scalp, her fingers massaging gently, easing the tension from his workout.
After rinsing his hair, Fumika squeezed a dollop of body wash into her hands, working it into a frothy lather. Instead of using a sponge, she spread the foam across her own body, her movements slow and deliberate. Then, with a shy but determined look, she pressed herself closer, using her soft, lathered thighs and warm embrace to spread the foam over his arms, chest, and beyond. Her curves molded against him, the slippery sensation of her skin against his sending sparks through his nerves.
Shuichi's breath hitched, his heart pounding as he took in the sight before him. Fumika's flushed cheeks, her glistening skin, and the intimate closeness of the moment were almost too much to handle. His throat felt dry despite the humid air, and he swallowed hard, his voice low and rough. "Fumika-san, why don't you sit and rest for a bit?"
Fumika's eyes widened, her first instinct recognizing his teasing intent. Her face burned brighter, and she bit her lip, her voice soft and flustered. "Where exactly does Chiba-kun want me to sit? There's only one stool in here." Her gaze darted to the small stool, her expression a mix of nervousness and anticipation.
Shuichi patted the edge of the stool, scooting over to make a sliver of space. "It's small, but we can manage if we squeeze in together," He said, his tone laced with playful confidence. His eyes locked onto hers, daring her to take the leap.
Fumika turned, her gaze falling on the tiny space he'd offered. Her eyes shimmered with a mix of hesitation and allure, her breath catching as she considered the logistics. "That's barely enough room… I'd never stay steady," She protested weakly, her voice trembling with a blend of shyness and excitement.
"It's plenty steady," Shuichi countered, his grin widening. "This stool's built like a mortise-and-tenon joint—solid as a rock." His analogy was absurd, but his confidence was infectious, and Fumika found herself unable to resist.
With a soft sigh, she gave in, maneuvering carefully to join him. "Chiba-kun…" She murmured, her voice barely above a whisper as she settled against him, her body pressed close.
"I'm right here," Shuichi replied, his voice warm and reassuring, his hands steadying her.
"Hold me tight…" Fumika pleaded, her voice quivering as she leaned into him, seeking his strength.
Shuichi tried to lift his arms, but the workout had left them leaden. He chuckled ruefully. "Can't do it, Fumika-san. My arms are shot. You'll have to hold me instead."
Fumika's laugh was soft, almost breathless. "I'm out of strength too… Just smelling you, touching your skin… it makes my heart race, and my body feels so weak…" Her words trailed off as she melted against him, her form soft and pliant, like she'd lost all resistance.
"Heart racing, huh?" Shuichi teased, his voice dropping to a husky murmur. "Sounds like you need a shot of adrenaline to steady it."
"Mmm…" Fumika's response was a faint hum, her eyes fluttering closed as she surrendered to the moment.
Shuichi's hands, though heavy from the workout, found her waist, his fingers tracing the gentle curve of her hips. "Fumika-san," He murmured, his voice low and rough, "You're making it really hard to stay still." His lips grazed the sensitive skin of her neck, eliciting a soft gasp from her. The sound sent a thrill through him, his pulse quickening as he felt her tremble under his touch.
Fumika's cheeks burned, her eyes half-lidded with a mix of shyness and desire. "Chiba-kun…" She whispered, her voice barely audible over the patter of water. Her hands slid up his chest, fingers splaying across his damp skin as she leaned in, her lips brushing his jaw. The contact was tentative at first, but as their breaths mingled, her hesitation melted away. She pressed herself closer, her curves molding against him, the slippery foam amplifying every sensation.
His hands roamed lower, fingers grazing the tops of her thighs before slipping beneath, pulling her even closer. The stool creaked faintly under their combined weight, but neither noticed, lost in the heat of the moment. Shuichi's lips found hers, a slow, hungry kiss that deepened as she responded, her fingers tangling in his wet hair. The taste of her was intoxicating, a mix of sweetness and the faint salt of their shared exertion.
Fumika's breath hitched as his hands explored further, one sliding up her back while the other teased the sensitive skin at the base of her spine. She arched into him, a soft moan escaping her lips as their bodies pressed impossibly closer. "Shuichi…" She gasped, her voice trembling with need. The sound of his name on her lips sent a surge of heat through him, his grip tightening as he kissed her harder, more urgently.
Fumika's hands wandered lower, her touch bold yet tender as she traced the lines of his abdomen, her fingers lingering just above his waistband. Shuichi groaned softly, the sound muffled against her lips as he shifted, pulling her onto his lap. The stool wobbled briefly, but his grip on her was steady, grounding her as their bodies aligned.
"Fumika-san," He breathed, pulling back just enough to meet her gaze. Her eyes were dark, shimmering with desire, and the sight made his chest tighten. "You're driving me crazy." His voice was a low growl, laced with a hunger that matched the fire in her eyes.
She bit her lip, a shy smile breaking through her flushed expression. "Good," She whispered, her voice teasing despite the tremble in it. Leaning in, she kissed him again, her lips soft but insistent, her hands roaming with newfound confidence. The foam on her skin made every touch slick and electrifying, their movements growing more desperate as the tension between them snapped.
Shuichi's hands slid beneath her thighs, lifting her slightly as he pressed himself closer, the heat of their bodies merging in a rhythm that felt both instinctual and deliberate. Fumika's gasps grew sharper, her nails digging lightly into his shoulders as she surrendered to the sensations. The bathroom echoed with the soft sounds of their shared breaths, the occasional splash of water, and the quiet, intimate noises that spoke of their connection.
"Ahh…mnnnhhh…"
Time blurred, the world reduced to the press of skin, the heat of their touches, and the unspoken promises in their gazes. Fumika's body trembled as she clung to him, her breaths coming in short, ragged bursts. Shuichi held her close, his own control fraying as they moved together, the intensity building until it crested in a wave of shared release, leaving them both breathless and spent.
They stayed like that for a moment, foreheads pressed together, their breaths mingling in the steamy air. Fumika's fingers traced lazy patterns on his chest, her touch gentle now, almost reverent. Shuichi chuckled softly, the sound warm and unguarded. "You're gonna kill me one of these days, Fumika-san," He teased, his voice hoarse but fond.
She laughed, the sound light and breathless, as she nuzzled closer. "You'd deserve it," She murmured, her lips brushing his collarbone. The warmth of her body against his was a quiet comfort, a contrast to the fire that had consumed them moments before.
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"You two took your sweet time in there," Sayuki remarked dryly as Fumika and Shuichi emerged from the bathroom, her tone dripping with playful mockery. She leaned back on her stool, one eyebrow arched as she fixed them with a knowing look.
Fumika's cheeks flushed, and she instinctively glanced at the clock. "Sayuki, you're still awake?" She blurted, her voice tinged with surprise. Normally, her sister would've been tucked into bed by now, her nightly routine complete.
"See? I knew it," Sayuki said, her voice laced with exaggerated hurt. "Nee-san's already tired of me. She doesn't need her annoying little sister hanging around anymore." Her pout was dramatic, her eyes glinting with mischief as she played the victim.
"That's not true!" Fumika protested, her voice rising in panic as she waved her hands. "I didn't mean—"
"Then you're fine with me staying, right?" Sayuki cut in, her tone smug as she leaned forward, resting her chin in her hands. "I just want to hang out with nee-san. You're happy to have me here, aren't you?"
Fumika froze, her mouth opening and closing as she struggled for a response. 'What can I even say?' She thought, her heart sinking. Sayuki's clinginess was endearing but overwhelming, and she felt cornered. With a resigned sigh, she nodded. "Of course you're welcome…"
Sayuki's face lit up with a triumphant grin. "Great! Then don't mind me, nee-san. Do whatever you want—I'm just here to be with you." Her words were casual, but the glint in her eyes suggested she was fully aware of the dynamic she was stirring.
Fumika exchanged a quick glance with Shuichi, a mix of relief and apprehension in her eyes. 'Thank goodness we already… played in the bathroom,' She thought, her cheeks warming at the memory. 'Otherwise, I'd have to hold back tonight.' But Shuichi's expression told her he had no intention of calling it quits. 'One meeting a day with Fumika-san? Not nearly enough,' He thought, a sly smile tugging at his lips.
Settling onto the massage table, Shuichi stretched out and made a new request, his voice deliberately innocent. "Fumika-san, how about using your thighs to apply the essential oil today?" His eyes sparkled with anticipation, watching her reaction closely.
"Thighs?" Fumika echoed, her voice rising in surprise. She glanced at Sayuki, who appeared absorbed in her magazine, her fingers lazily turning the pages. After a moment's thought, Fumika reasoned that using her thighs wasn't that much more intimate than their usual methods. With a small nod, she agreed, her decision made before she could overthink it.
But as she prepared, spreading the fragrant oil across her thighs, a wave of realization hit her. Perching one leg on the edge of the table, she carefully lifted it to rest on Shuichi's stomach, her movements slow and cautious. The position felt impossibly awkward, and a flush of embarrassment surged through her as she grasped just how challenging—and revealing—this was. 'This is so much harder than I thought!' She thought, her heart pounding.
Sayuki, who'd been quietly observing, finally looked up, her lips curving into a wicked grin. "I told you to work on your flexibility, nee-san, but you always slack off. Regretting it now, huh?" Her tone was gleeful, her eyes glinting as she watched her sister struggle.
Fumika, balancing precariously with one leg raised, couldn't bring herself to meet Sayuki's gaze. Her face burned with shame, and she mumbled, "Sayuki, can you… not stare, please?" Her voice was small, almost pleading, as she focused on maintaining her balance.
Sayuki propped her chin on her hand, her grin widening. "You're doing it right in front of me, and I'm not allowed to look? That's a bit unfair, don't you think?" Her tone was teasing, and she leaned forward slightly, her gaze unabashedly fixed on the scene.
Fumika's resolve crumbled, and she abandoned the attempt, her leg trembling from the effort. 'This is impossible,' She thought, her breath shaky. She turned to Shuichi, ready to negotiate a different approach—even if it was more embarrassing—when Sayuki's voice cut in, casual but helpful. "If flexibility is the issue, just lie on your side and use your leg that way. Much easier."
Fumika's eyes lit up, the suggestion clicking instantly. Why didn't I think of that? With renewed determination, she shifted to lie on her side next to Shuichi, draping one leg across his body. The position was far more manageable, and she began applying the oil with slow, careful movements, her thigh gliding against his skin.
Shuichi lay there, his senses overwhelmed by the sensation of Fumika's plush, slick thigh against him. The warmth, the softness, the faint scent of the oil—it was almost too much. His heart raced, and a quiet tremor ran through him, as if his soul itself was vibrating. This… a month ago, I wouldn't have dared dream of this. The added thrill of Sayuki's watchful presence only heightened the intensity, her cool, appraising gaze making the moment feel daringly illicit.
But as Fumika worked, her own composure began to slip. The simplicity of the task belied its effect on her, and the intimate contact stirred a heat she couldn't ignore. Within minutes, she forgot Sayuki's presence entirely, her focus narrowing to Shuichi alone. With a soft whimper, she wrapped her arms around him, pulling him close, her body pressed tightly against his as her restraint dissolved.
Sayuki's eyes twitched, a mix of amusement and disbelief flickering across her face. 'Seriously? It's only been a few minutes, and nee-san's already like this?' She shook her head, a quiet sigh escaping her lips. 'Does she really not care that I'm right here?'
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