As for how to "be a lover," Shuichi was already very experienced. Fumika and Naomi had taught him a lot.
So when it was Ichika's turn, she could reap the benefits, directly getting the best experience and collecting mature material.
An unknown amount of time passed. Ichika lowered her already somewhat sore hands.
She watched as the rigid Shuichi gradually returned to normal, releasing his grip on her heart, slowly backing away, and then getting up to walk to the coffee table and pick up a glass of water.
The fragrance of flowers filled the air. Ichika's fingers gently brushed over the area near her sternum, feeling the residual warmth, and then she lifted her hand to her nose.
She knew a lot about flowers, so their scents were naturally familiar. After carefully distinguishing the smell, she felt there was still a considerable difference.
If one were to only read secondhand descriptions without verifying them personally, it would indeed be impossible to collect authentic material.
"Are you leaving?" Ichika shifted her attention from her fingers to Shuichi.
"Yeah, it's getting late." Shuichi took Ichika's water glass and gulped down several mouthfuls. He realized he was able to last longer than before; he had come quite early today.
If he didn't leave soon, according to the usual pattern, Naomi would be calling soon.
"Shuichi-kun... it seems your heart isn't completely like still water yet."
Ichika sized him up, feeling the dangerous aura around him that hadn't diminished much. She surprisingly felt a little reluctant to let him go.
In the past, she would also think about wanting him to stay and talk with her more, but that was quite different from the reluctance she felt today.
Hearing this, Shuichi glanced down at her, vaguely sensing something. A smile appeared on his face. "Does Ichika-san really want me to stay?"
Ichika was about to speak, but after a slight hesitation, she said slowly:
"I do feel that way, but it's already a bit inappropriate to take up so much of your time, Shuichi-kun. That child should be waiting for you, right? I sometimes hear a little noise from next door at night."
"Hmm? You can hear it?" This was the first time Shuichi had heard of this. But he really couldn't blame the soundproofing; it was mainly because the President could get quite loud sometimes.
"Did it disturb you, Ichika-san? I'll tell her to be quieter next time."
"It's alright," Ichika said, shaking her head with a faint smile. She did like peace and quiet, but surprisingly, she didn't find those sounds disturbing.
Perhaps it was because it wasn't the lively atmosphere of an ordinary family, but the sound of a fellow, similarly not-so-normal person.
This, on the contrary, helped to alleviate the loneliness in her heart a little.
"Then I'll come pick you up tomorrow, Ichika-san. If things go smoothly, Nagase-sensei should be able to truly open up to you soon."
Shuichi leaned down and gently kissed Ichika's lips, comforting her soft heart once more in the process. The latter did not stop him, and was even quite cooperative.
After the kiss, he turned and left without any hesitation, even though he knew that if he stayed a little longer, he might be able to make more progress.
On one hand, Naomi could call at any moment. On the other hand...
Ichika's current state of longing was very good. Letting it brew for a while was actually more beneficial for the future than satisfying it immediately.
It would also allow her to experience the emotions of an ordinary person more profoundly.
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"Mmm, mmm, Master is definitely not a wicked person who plays with feelings. He is genuinely considerate of Kitagawa-san, wanting her to experience more of an ordinary person's emotions to alleviate her loneliness."
As Tsuki spoke, she eagerly wrapped her arms around Shuichi's neck, standing on her tiptoes, wanting to kiss him.
Shuichi irritably gave her a hard slap on the butt. "Stop squeezing, I'm almost sitting on the table. Also, how come you've become as obsessed with kissing as Nagase-sensei?"
Tsuki's gaze burned as she stared at his lips. "There should still be some left, right?"
"What?"
"Kitagawa-san's taste."
"..."
Shuichi was instantly speechless. He had thought the President had awakened to some pure love and was starting to desire a simple and beautiful mode of interaction.
While he was dazed, Tsuki had already succeeded, concentrating on enjoying the kiss.
When Shuichi came to his senses, he didn't stop her. While letting her skillfully do her thing, he took a moment to pick up his phone on the side and glanced at it.
Naomi still hadn't called. He wondered if something had happened. He'd wait a little longer; if she still didn't call, he would call her and ask again.
"That's about enough. I didn't call you over for this. Can we get down to some proper business?"
Shuichi pulled Tsuki, who was clinging to him, off and pressed her down onto the chair in front of him. He himself, imitating Naomi and Sumire, sat on the edge of the desk.
"Is Master thinking of retiring for the night? This little maid will help Master undress..." Tsuki understood very well. She immediately and knowingly reached for the drawstring of his pants.
Shuichi really was like a Master, not even bothering to lift his butt, leaving everything to the maid while he played with his phone.
He opened the familiar app and skillfully activated the overclocking mode. He really never got tired of this game.
A buzzing sound started. The game had begun.
"Mmm... What time does Master plan to go to Nagase-sensei's house tomorrow?"
Tsuki found that the drawstring seemed to be tied in a dead knot. She couldn't untie it with her hands, so she had no choice but to lean in and use her teeth, which made her speech quite muffled.
"In the afternoon." Swinging his legs, he felt a bit unsteady, so Shuichi casually placed his foot on Tsuki's thigh.
"Hmph..." This humiliation made Tsuki let out a muffled groan, but she dared not voice her anger. "The afternoon... Why that time?"
"I ordered some furniture and appliances, and they're being delivered tomorrow morning. I have to receive them, and then..."
Shuichi paused mid-sentence. Lost in thought, he subconsciously began to rub his foot gently on the girl's thigh.
The soft, smooth sensation was very comfortable.
Tsuki's body trembled. She felt even more aggrieved, so angry that her cheeks puffed out.
"I plan to stay over at Nagase-sensei's place tomorrow night, so a lot of things have to be taken care of in the morning."
Shuichi thought about how he wouldn't be able to accompany the Ogawa sisters tomorrow night and that he would have to comfort them first.
These few days, even though he went to the gym and the beauty salon, he couldn't do the real thing, but he had to be even more considerate.
"I want to go too..." Tsuki said hesitantly, as if she were embarrassed to make the request.
"You want to join in on all the fun," Shuichi glanced at her. "What are you dawdling for? You still haven't untied it after all this time?"
"Mmm... I'm sorry, Master. I'm trying my best," Tsuki said, pouting aggrievedly, revealing her charming dimples.
"Naomi-sensei should also be at Nagase-sensei's house tomorrow. Add Ichika-san to the mix, two female senseis and one former female sensei, it's already going to be tough enough for me. Don't you cause any more trouble," Shuichi said, pressing down on her head in warning.
"I definitely won't cause any trouble. I'll go to help Master. If anything unexpected happens, I can help divert their attention and buy Master some time."
Tsuki's breathing was a bit short, her voice muffled, as if she were afraid Shuichi wouldn't believe her, but she didn't dare to argue loudly.
"That depends on your performance," Shuichi said with a light chuckle, his gaze returning to his phone. "I'll give you another twenty minutes. After that, I'm going to rest. If you still can't untie it by then..."
"If I go over the time... I'll have gone over time?" Tsuki was a master of stating the obvious.
"..." Shuichi remained silent, his face dark, but he shifted his foot to a different position.
Just as Tsuki was so anxious her face was turning red, Shuichi's phone suddenly vibrated. He glanced at the screen, quickly answered, and put it to his ear.
"Sensei?"
"You're not asleep yet, are you, Shuichi-kun?" Naomi's voice came through, mixed with some noise, as if she weren't indoors.
"Not yet. I was waiting for your call, sensei. I was just about to call and ask. I didn't see you at all today, so I was feeling a bit uneasy," Shuichi said, his toes fidgeting restlessly.
"I'm sorry for making you worry, Shuichi-kun. It's alright now," Naomi sighed.
"Then, sensei..."
Before Shuichi could finish, Naomi interrupted him directly. "I heard from Sumire-chan that your parents are abroad and you're currently living alone, so... it should be convenient for you to come out at night, right?"
Shuichi was taken aback. "What do you mean, sensei..."
"I'm... right at the entrance of the Shopping District right now." Naomi looked up at the old sign. It was a little hard to read, but she should be in the right place.
"Are you coming to see me?"
Shuichi was startled by her words. He subconsciously stood up, and Tsuki was knocked over on the spot.
She couldn't help but cry out in pain.
"What was that sound?" Naomi asked, puzzled.
"Ahem... you should be able to guess, sensei. I waited for your call for a long time and didn't get one, so I couldn't help but..." Shuichi said, feigning embarrassment.
Naomi immediately filled in the blanks herself, even starting to guess what kind of movies and TV shows he liked to watch. Then she smiled knowingly.
"Alright, have you forgotten what I do for a living? There's no need to be so embarrassed about this kind of thing. And don't rush over. I'll be waiting right here. I won't leave. Take your time getting ready, and put on some more clothes before you come out. It's a bit chilly tonight."
Although she was being gentle and patient in her reassurance, as soon as Shuichi hung up the phone, he pushed Tsuki aside without a second word.
Then he went to his closet, found a set of clothes that didn't smell of the Fumika or Sayuki, and quickly put them on.
"Master... this little maid hasn't finished her work yet," Tsuki said, looking resentfully at this heartless guy. But the more he acted this way, the more she enjoyed it.
Especially the rough bump just now, it had almost sent her over the edge.
"Go back to sleep. I'll take you with me tomorrow, alright?" Shuichi casually placated her dissatisfaction, but she still continued to whine.
"Stop messing around, or I'll go pay your sister a visit tonight."
"Which one?" Tsuki leaned back in the chair, her fingers fiddling with the hem of her skirt.
Shuichi shot her a sidelong glance. "Who do you think?"
"An-chan? Absolutely not!" Tsuki was still as firm as ever.
"???" Shuichi was suddenly a little confused. Are there other sisters?
But he wasn't a truly naive young man. He quickly figured it out, and then he felt a surge of anger. He squeezed her hard, and amidst her delicate moan, he left without hesitation.
It was already past eleven o'clock. There were no 24-hour shops in the shopping district, so it was particularly quiet in the night.
Shuichi quickly made his way through the empty streets. In no time, he arrived at the entrance and saw the familiar figure.
However, it was a little unexpected.
The university health sensei was wearing a tight-fitting black leather motorcycle suit, a matching helmet tucked under her arm. She was leaning against a handsome black motorcycle that was parked.
Paired with her hair, she looked incredibly cool.
"What's wrong? Are you shocked?"
Naomi looked up, brushed back a stray strand of hair, and looked at the slightly panting young man standing there in a daze not far away. She couldn't help but smile.
"I am, a little. You look like this, sensei..." Shuichi blinked his eyes. It felt somewhat familiar, especially the motorcycle.
"Does it not look good?"
"It looks great. It feels amazing," Shuichi said as he walked closer, admiring her new outfit.
"I'm glad you like it," Naomi smiled, taking the initiative to take his hand and have him wrap it around her waist. Then she leaned close to his ear and exhaled softly.
"I prepared this especially for you, Shuichi-kun. I heard from Sumire-chan that you seem to really like the character Celty from Durarara!! I happen to know how to ride a motorcycle too, so I just went ahead and bought a Yamaha."
Hearing this, Shuichi tightened his arms around her, buried his head in her hair, breathing in her scent, and said in a low voice, "Like this, I'll be so moved I won't be able to control myself."
"What happens when you can't control yourself?"
Naomi's face was full of smiles. Her carefully prepared surprise could make him this happy, which was a very pleasant feeling.
"I'll fall helplessly in love..."
Before Shuichi could finish his sentence, Naomi let go of him and pressed a finger to his lips. "No, you can't. We made a promise."
"Then is this the last time again?" Shuichi asked mischievously.
"The last time for tonight," Naomi said, then deftly swung her leg over the motorcycle. She tossed him the spare helmet and patted the seat behind her.
"Get on. sensei will take you for a ride."
Shuichi put on the helmet, sat behind her, and then hugged her waist tightly. "Where are we going?"
"It's a secret~" Just as Naomi was about to start the engine, she stopped again and chuckled with a doting tone. "I knew you would need this tonight, Shuichi-kun."
"What?" Before Shuichi could react, Naomi handed a bottle of glycerin behind her.
"The wind is strong tonight. Be careful your skin doesn't get chapped. Apply some more to the area that was treated before, as a precaution."
Shuichi immediately understood and was secretly glad he had changed into pants with a zipper before coming out, instead of sweatpants.
"Is it really okay? Drag racing is still very dangerous, isn't it?"
"Doesn't Shuichi-kun like excitement?" Naomi asked, turning her head. The helmet hid her expression, but this somehow made it even more exciting.
"I do. Then can you help me apply it? Like before," Shuichi said, letting go of her waist and leaning back slightly.
Naomi found it amusing. "You really know how to act spoiled, don't you? Wait."
With that, she didn't turn around, but simply reached her hands behind her and expertly began the procedure.
Once everything was ready, and Naomi had sat back up straight and steady, a roar suddenly erupted. The motorcycle shot off like a bolt of lightning in the night, speeding away.
"You're not just 'someone who can ride a motorcycle,' are you, sensei?"
Shuichi hugged the soft body in his arms tightly. The unique texture of the leather suit, the sensation between his thighs, the sound of the wind in his ears, and the vibrations coming from beneath him all made his heart race.
It was the same for Naomi, especially the last point. Her experience was even more profound than his.
"I used to do a bit of drag racing back in the day. How is it? Does it kind of subvert the image you had of me in your mind, Shuichi-kun?"
"It does, a little. But I feel you're even more charming now, sensei!" The wind was a bit strong, so Shuichi had to raise his voice.
"You can let loose a bit more, Shuichi-kun. Don't worry, my driving skills are no joke~" Naomi said, and then increased her speed.
Drag racing at midnight was an adrenaline rush. Shuichi felt that beneath Naomi's carefree and unrestrained surface, there was probably a more pent-up mood.
So he considerately helped her unzip the front of her leather suit a little to reduce the feeling of being cooped up, and then gently began to comfort her with his hand.
"Don't keep it bottled up inside, sensei. If you're sad, just talk to me. You can vent all your negative emotions on me, it's alright."
Shuichi endured the vibrations and chafing from the bumpy motorcycle, pressing himself tightly against her back.
"I've moved out. I was busy moving today," Naomi, under her motorcycle helmet, revealed a smile of relief.
"You moved out?" Shuichi was slightly taken aback, but not surprised. It was obviously something that was bound to happen sooner or later.
"Yes. I'm renting a place directly with Sumire-chan. Although there's only one bedroom, it's enough for the two of us. I'm not really unaccustomed to sleeping together."
After Naomi finished speaking, she didn't hear a response from behind her. Thinking he might be disappointed, she offered some comfort:
"I'm sorry. I did seriously consider your suggestion, Shuichi-kun, but... your future shouldn't be tied too deeply to mine."
That wasn't what Shuichi was thinking at all. He was actually imagining what it would be like for two university female senseis to live together.
"It's alright, you don't have to apologize, sensei. I'm just a little regretful that I can't seem to help you much, that I'm not by your side when you need someone to lean on the most."
"Not at all. The time I need you most, Shuichi-kun, is right now," Naomi smiled gently, slowing the bike down a bit. "Right now, I really need you to help me with your phone..."
"My phone? I understand," Shuichi said, reaching into his pocket. But the motorcycle was a bit fast, and it would be easy to drop the phone if he took it out. So he had to feel for the dice instead.
Six faces. Although he could distinguish them if he felt them carefully, Shuichi couldn't calm down enough to confirm at this moment.
So, he had no choice but to try them one by one.
The first press, a buzzing sound echoed in the Ogawa sisters' room, like a phone vibrating, but both of them were asleep, and no one got up to answer.
The second, unsatisfied, Tsuki, who was about to get into bed, paused her movements.
The third, Ichika looked up at her bedside table and revealed a gentle smile.
The fourth, Sumire, who was lying in bed in a daze, was startled. The object in her hand fell directly onto her body, making her heart pound.
The fifth time, Naomi slowed down the bike again...
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