"I knew it..." Sumire mumbled under her breath with a soft hmph, but she didn't put up much resistance.
After all, they had an agreement, and she was counting on him to show her more of Ichika's hidden sides.
Just as she bent down and reached out to tidy up, her bottom was suddenly smacked.
"Don't, don't do that so suddenly. I'll get scared and cry out, and it would be terrible if Naomi-chan heard." Sumire complained with a mix of shame and annoyance.
"You need to wipe it clean with disinfectant wipes first. Just doing it like that won't work. Don't blame me for not warning you if you suffer later," Shuichi reminded her.
"???" Sumire became alert immediately. I'll be the one suffering? Does that mean I have to...?
"Stop dilly-dallying. Clean it up quickly. The disinfectant wipes are right on the table."
Shuichi thought to himself that it was fortunate Naomi was a health teacher with good hygiene habits.
While pondering, his hand wasn't idle, using his fingers to tease Sumire's ribs one by one.
Every poke made her shudder like a startled rabbit, which was very amusing.
Sumire, the punching bag, dared to be angry but dared not speak out. Even as a teacher, she had to follow the student's instructions, picking up the disinfectant wipes and cleaning meticulously while bent over.
After much effort, she finally finished cleaning. Her thighs had been pinched several times, her ribs poked repeatedly, and her bottom smacked a few times.
Sumire finally regretted agreeing so readily earlier. Besides, there was no time limit set; this was obviously just the beginning.
She was going to suffer next. Who knew how he planned to torment her?
For a moment, various scenes from her dreams, scenes she had once fantasized about replacing Tsuki in, all flooded her mind.
It seemed they were all about to become reality.
However…
Sumire put the dishes, now cleared of food residue, into the dishwasher, stood up, and glanced at Shuichi, inexplicably feeling a tiny bit of anticipation for being teased.
However, things did not develop as she expected.
For the rest of the evening, Shuichi surprisingly didn't tease her at all. He just cuddled with Naomi on the sofa, acting all lovey-dovey.
It was enough to make one's teeth ache.
It wasn't until it was time to shower and rest that the situation finally changed.
"The bath is ready. Who's going in first?"
Naomi came out of the bathroom, shaking the remaining water droplets from her hands, and called out to the two in the living room.
"I'll go last. Sumire-sensei can go first." Shuichi smiled with narrowed eyes and glanced at Sumire.
Sumire shuddered, having a bad premonition. But given the situation, the result would probably be the same whether she went first or later, right?
"Then, then I'll go first..."
She entered the bathroom with trepidation. After finishing her shower smoothly, she came out, and it was Naomi's turn to go in.
Sumire tried to sneak away to the bedroom, but Shuichi simply gave her a faint command, "Come here."
She obediently wrapped her bathrobe tighter and walked coyly to the sofa. "I thought you two were going to wash together..."
Shuichi reached out, pulled her down to sit beside him, and very casually stroked her neck gently a couple of times. "Not bad. You really are much softer and tender after a shower."
Sumire didn't dare refuse, only shrinking her neck to express protest. "How are you going to tease me now?"
Shuichi smoothly pushed the bathrobe off her shoulders, exposing both thin, pale shoulders, and leaned in to sniff.
"Pretty good. The body wash smells nice."
Sumire's face grew even rosier, her eyes slightly moist as she crossed her arms in front of her. "Don't, don't do this..."
"Your shy look is also interesting; it makes me even more interested." Shuichi chuckled and suddenly yanked the bathrobe down further.
If it were anyone else, such an action might have been awkward or even painful, but Sumire was as flat as a board, so there was no issue at all.
"Eep—" She let out a suppressed cry, which sounded quite cute.
"What are you covering for? I already said there's nothing to see." Shuichi admired her pale skin but only shook his head at her figure.
Sumire angrily lowered her hands. "Whatever, fine? Stop always putting me down. If you really find it boring, then let me go, okay?"
"No." Shuichi refused ruthlessly. "You agreed to this yourself. Want to go back on your word again? Cooperate a bit, and maybe if I'm in a good mood, I'll take you to be open and honest with Ichika-san tomorrow."
"Really?" Sumire was instantly tempted.
"Was what happened today fake? I said I'd bring Ichika-san over, and didn't I bring her? I said I'd get you on a first-name basis, did it happen or not? You still dare to question me?"
Shuichi smacked her ass hard, annoyed.
Sumire whimpered, "I'm not questioning, just finding it a bit hard to believe..."
"Go, take out the gift the President gave you." Shuichi didn't waste words and ordered directly.
"What, what did she give?" Sumire asked somewhat anxiously. "Don't, don't let it be something too excessive."
"I don't know either. Just go get it. Also, be quick, or Naomi-sensei will be done with her shower and come out soon," Shuichi urged.
Sumire muttered as she got up to fetch it, thinking, So you know fear too?
The exquisite small box was brought over and opened. Seeing the contents, Shuichi couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth. The President really knew how to play.
"This thing wouldn't be..." Sumire pointed at the three adhesive bandages in the box, her mouth gaping in disbelief.
"Haven't you seen this when doing cosplay? Someone must have cosplayed like this, right?" Shuichi reached out and took them.
His gaze roamed over Sumire, aiming for where these three small items should go.
"Time is money. Don't waste time. Hurry up."
"I, I know..."
Sumire got up to return to the bedroom, but Shuichi grabbed her directly.
"Change right here. Why hide? This is nothing. You want to snuggle up to Ichika-san, and you think this is the extent of the price?" Shuichi sneered.
"You are a scumbag..." Sumire gritted her teeth.
"I'm not happy. We'll talk about being open and honest next year." Shuichi leaned back calmly on the sofa.
Sumire immediately changed her tone. "I was wrong. Don't be angry, okay? I especially love being teased by you. I'll put them on right now."
Not only did her tone become ingratiating, but to make up for her impulsive outburst just now, she even knelt on the sofa on either side of Shuichi's legs, displaying the process of putting them on up close for him.
Shuichi admired the scene and stroked her slender thighs with satisfaction. "That's more like it."
"Is your mood better now?" Sumire asked eagerly, her face flushed red with shame.
"Depends on your performance next." Shuichi patted her hip bone, signaling her to get down first, then stood up and beckoned, "Follow me."
Sumire followed closely behind him, but her steps slowed as they walked.
Because he entered the bathroom!
Shuichi winked at her. Sumire hesitated but braced herself and followed him in.
Between the toilet in the bathroom and the shower room, there was a washing machine, a laundry basket, and a frosted glass door.
Through the frosted glass door, Naomi's moving figure could be vaguely seen. The interplay of light and shadow instantly energized Shuichi.
He sat directly on the toilet lid and signaled Sumire to come over.
What needed to be done was self-evident. As early as when cleaning up the mess at the dining table, Sumire knew what would happen tonight.
She squatted in front of the toilet, looked nervously at the shower door, and whispered in distress, "I don't know how to do this..."
"If you don't know, you need to learn and practice more. Don't waste time. It's just undoing a belt; is it that hard? The President served very well on her first day as a maid. As a teacher, you can't fall too far behind."
Shuichi grabbed her hands without explanation and pressed them on his thighs. "Besides, Ichika-san has done something similar. Are you really unwilling to have more common topics with her?"
Sumire was extremely nervous. Naomi-chan was right on the other side of the door; how could this guy be so bold? But she really couldn't refuse the last reason.
She truly had zero resistance to anything related to Ichika!
She undid the belt with trembling hands, but due to being too nervous and unskilled, the belt accidentally snapped back and hit her face, frightening her into freezing.
Finding it amusing, Shuichi gently flicked the belt against her face again.
Sumire stiffened there, afraid to move, allowing him to bully her with a humiliated expression, only grunting a couple of times in protest at most.
"Who's outside? Shuichi-kun?"
Because Sumire was very unskilled as a serving maid and made noise from time to time, she finally alerted Naomi in the shower.
"Cough, sorry, Sensei. I heard the water running and walked over unconsciously. I'm going back to the living room..." Shuichi replied immediately.
Naomi chuckled lightly. "Boys are really energetic. You just relaxed not long ago, right? Is just taking a shower that attractive?"
"Because it's Sensei, of course it is." As Shuichi spoke, he looked down at Sumire and poked the two adhesive bandages on top.
Sumire grunted twice in dissatisfaction; he was mocking her poor figure again.
"If Shuichi-kun wants to look, go ahead. Sensei doesn't know anything right now." Naomi seemed particularly easygoing today, almost allowing all his behavior.
Shuichi stopped talking, just watching the shower door while toying with Sumire's bandages.
Time ticked away, taking one's spirit with it. Shuichi finally felt tired and waved his hand to dismiss Sumire, who left covering her mouth.
After catching his breath slightly, he got up and waited at the shower door.
His timing was perfect. Not long after, the shower door opened. Naomi was wrapped in a bath towel, wet hair sticking to her face, exuding a strange allure.
"Sensei..."
Shuichi couldn't help but hug her, burying his head in her steaming bosom, feeling her moist and warm skin.
Naomi let his face rub against her, raising her arms to dry her hair with a towel, amused. "You like clinging to Sensei that much? Really childish."
Shuichi kissed her gently. "Sensei smells so good, and your skin is even tenderer. Is today the day a god descends? To allow me to be intimate with Sensei so freely."
"It's getting late. Shuichi-kun, go in and wash quickly. Otherwise, the water in the tub will get cold, and you won't be able to take a bath." Naomi gently rubbed his head.
"It's bathwater Sensei has soaked in..." Shuichi was a bit eager.
This wasn't strange. The Japanese custom is to wash clean before soaking in the bath, so often a tub of water is used by the whole family in turn.
Otherwise, changing the water would waste a lot of time just filling it, and it would waste hot water too.
"Do you need Sensei to help scrub your back? But only simple back scrubbing. No more acting spoiled; your body won't be able to take it. Be good," Naomi instructed gently.
"Of course I want to, but would it be too much trouble for Sensei? You prepared so many delicious dishes today; you must be very tired already, right?" Shuichi buried his face deeper.
Naomi only felt her heart itch again, but thinking of her plans for the night, she had to endure for now.
"It's okay. Sensei isn't tired."
She said simple back scrubbing, and in the end, it really was just simple back scrubbing. However, naturally, there was inevitable intimate contact, sneaky touches, and appropriate teaching in between.
After the two dried their hair and came out of the bathroom, Naomi urged Shuichi to lie on the sofa, tucked him in, and kissed him gently on the forehead.
"Goodnight, Shuichi-kun. Sweet dreams."
"Sensei too, goodnight."
Although it was much earlier than usual, Shuichi didn't refuse. After all, he planned a night raid. The two teachers sleeping early would make it convenient for him to act early.
"Mn." Naomi touched his face and then left, trailing a faint fragrance.
Watching the bedroom door close, Shuichi clasped his hands behind his head, staring at the unfamiliar ceiling, emptying his mind, and conserving his energy.
He didn't know how many times he came today. At noon, he accompanied Sayuki once. Afterward, he encountered the combined forces of Ichika and the President. In the evening, the two female teachers also took turns.
After all this, thanks to the tea bolstering him, he didn't feel any backache and was still full of confidence.
But perhaps because he was too comfortable and had just taken a hot bath, he unknowingly fell asleep and missed the opportunity for a night raid...
That was how it should have been.
However, in the middle of the night, Shuichi was awakened from his sleep.
He opened his eyes groggily and dazedly saw a hot dog—two soft buns sandwiching...
Pah, what a hot dog.
Shuichi cleared away his random thoughts. His gaze moved up slightly, finally adjusting to the light and seeing clearly. It was Naomi.
She had lifted his blanket.
"Sensei?"
"Did I wake Shuichi-kun?"
Seeing this, Naomi smiled, straightened up, and displayed her undisguised, snowy-white, and movingly beautiful body to him completely.
"Sensei, this is..." Shuichi looked at her hesitantly. "Am I dreaming?"
"Yes, you are dreaming. So Shuichi-kun, don't move around. Let Sensei do it, so you won't wake up." Naomi chuckled lightly, then crawled close to him.
"Is something wrong somewhere?" Shuichi looked at her and couldn't help asking. He felt the Naomi in front of him was different from usual.
Could he really be dreaming?
"Shh, don't ask so much. Just feel it." Naomi pressed her index finger against his lips, then straddled his abdomen.
"Is Sensei thinking of..." Shuichi's heart skipped a beat.
"Mn... doesn't Shuichi-kun want to?"
Naomi's hands were preparing behind her back, staring into his eyes, her pupils reflecting the starlight outside the window.
"Although I'm a teacher, this is my first time. I don't know if I can give Shuichi-kun the best memory, but Sensei will do her best."
"First time? W-wait a minute." Shuichi stopped her hurriedly.
"What's wrong?" Naomi stopped.
"Sorry, I... can't do this." Shuichi's scarce conscience surfaced. He didn't know if he would regret these words, but he blurted them out subconsciously.
Naomi fell silent for a moment, the hand behind her tightening subconsciously. "Why?"
"It was already cunning to take advantage of your vulnerability. I've already asked for too much from Sensei. If it's destined to have no result, taking everything away would be unfair to Sensei."
It was somewhat difficult for Shuichi to say these words. After all, with such a beautiful teacher appearing on such a night, how many people could restrain themselves?
But his conscience, not yet completely extinguished, was indeed aching faintly.
Naomi looked into his eyes and sighed. "Has Sensei's charm decreased in Shuichi-kun's heart? Even like this, Shuichi-kun can hold back? Just nod your head. You don't even need to do any work; Sensei will teach you everything."
Shuichi smiled bitterly and helplessly. "If Sensei keeps talking like this, I really won't be able to hold back. I'm already starting to regret it."
"It's okay. Sensei allows you to go back on your word." Naomi smiled gently, leaned down to kiss his lips, and pulled his hand to her chest.
But the gentler Naomi was, the more guilty Shuichi felt. "I'm sorry, Sensei. I'm actually hiding something..."
"Shh, don't say it, okay? Don't apologize, and don't shatter this beautiful dream, okay?"
Naomi blocked his mouth, kissing him forcefully, and pressing his hand hard against her chest.
"Be good, listen to Sensei. Shuichi-kun is a good boy, right?"
Shuichi was stunned, vaguely understanding something.
She must have noticed some signs long ago, right? Just for some reason, she deliberately pretended not to see?
And that was indeed the case. How could Naomi not notice at all?
How could she not feel a single trace of the ambiguous relationship between the boy beneath her and her best friend, or the hazy feelings of puberty with the Akiyama sisters?
Sumire-chan's mode of interaction with him, her attitude towards him, the conversation she once overheard outside the infirmary, Sumire-chan explicitly stating his unusual relationship with the Student Council President, the rumors circulating in school about the President's sister and the boy...
Even the two missing fever suppositories.
It wasn't that she didn't notice these things.
It was just that she wanted to vent, wanted to escape, wanted to indulge, wanted to fall, wanted to be anesthetized...
And coincidentally, the boy brought a dream destined to have no result but was exceptionally exciting.
So, she simply didn't see.
Tsuki asked her about hypnosis, and she answered clearly and logically. But in fact, she had been hypnotizing herself all along.
But dreams always have to end. This boy who brought her a beautiful dream was just in the hormonal throes of adolescence, subconsciously coveting the charm of a mature woman.
Perhaps this was also related to his parents being abroad for a long time and a lack of care from elders.
The boy might not distinguish between this deformed affection and love, but as the older party and a teacher, she couldn't fail to distinguish.
Naomi's kisses fell on the boy's face like dense raindrops, finally encompassing his entire being, letting him enter into her for the first and last time.
Forgive Sensei's final greed, wanting to put a perfect full stop to this dream...
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