On Sunday morning, Shuichi woke with a heavy feeling in his chest, blinking groggily to find an odd pull-tab in front of him.
Still half-asleep, he instinctively reached out and tugged it, only to be met with an immediate protest.
"Mmm… you can't pull that… it'll ruin the clothes…" A soft voice came.
Shuichi, unconvinced, glanced at it skeptically. It didn't look like it belonged on her blue-and-white striped outfit. Still drowsy, he lazily let his hand drop, instead grasping the soft, delicate feet on either side of him, playfully teasing them.
"What time is it? Aren't you rushing back next door? If the class rep wakes up and doesn't see you, she'll come looking," He said.
Tsuki's feet were ticklish, and she giggled breathlessly, struggling to respond. "As your little maid, I have to serve my master properly before he gets up."
Her squirming as she stifled laughter amused Shuichi, spurring him to knead her feet more firmly.
"You're just as greedy as your sister," He teased.
Tsuki huffed, not denying it.
"Why's the master so affectionate with his little maid lately?" She asked shyly, her words halting.
Shuichi's hands slid to her smooth, tender thighs. "You've felt Ichika-san's charm, right? My self-control's decent, but sometimes it's really hard to resist."
"True, Kitagawa-san's perfect. I never thought you'd actually get close to her. So, am I helping her by taking care of your needs?" Tsuki asked, her tone playful yet curious.
"Does that excite you more?" Shuichi asked, his fingers lingering on her soft skin, unable to pull away.
Tsuki's eyes sparkled with anticipation. "I wonder when I can play with her too."
"All you think about is playing and eating," Shuichi said, giving her a light pat on her backside.
"Mmm~" Tsuki let out a soft, coy hum.
"Speaking of eating, last time's lychees were great. They'd probably go well with ice cream or konjac… or maybe Pop Rocks?" Tsuki licked her lips, looking ravenous.
Shuichi's back chilled. Lychees and Pop Rocks? What kind of cursed combination was that? It'd be lethal! Like spicy sticks and menthol oil!
Ice cream wasn't much better, but konjac… might be okay.
"Hm…"
"So, master, which flavor sounds best?" Tsuki's nimble foot teasingly hooked his arm, as if enticing him.
"If I had to choose, konjac. But your sister will be furious. You, the big sister, confiscated her snacks, promised to keep them safe, and then ate them all," Shuichi said, grabbing her mischievous foot and rubbing it in his hands.
Tsuki giggled, her body wriggling restlessly. "I ate them for you, so you should make it up to her…"
"Fair point," Shuichi conceded, noting how she always kept things clear. "After exams, I'll take the class rep to the supermarket."
Realizing his wallet was nearly empty, he added, "After the results come out, next weekend. Sound good?"
"Mmm…" Tsuki crawled up, turning to face him, her cheeks flushed unnaturally as she licked her lips. "Works for me. I'll grab the konjac. Be right back."
"Greedy," Shuichi grumbled, exasperated.
Tsuki ignored him, eagerly hopping out of bed to fetch the konjac.
Soon, she slipped back under the covers, sneaking bites of lychee with konjac, her face blissful with indulgence.
Shuichi patted her head. "Wearing Rikka's cosplay to the cram school yesterday—did you get stared at?"
"Mmm… a bit, but no one dared ask," Tsuki mumbled, too absorbed in her snack to speak clearly.
Shuichi leaned back against the headboard, savoring the quiet Sunday morning.
Tsuki, ever restless, started fiddling with Neko's toy while eating, giving Shuichi a headache.
"By the way, when's that punishment happening?" She asked, catching her breath and lifting her head.
The cool autumn air hit as the blanket was lifted, making Shuichi shiver. He quickly pushed her head back under.
"What punishment?" He asked, warming up again and sighing comfortably.
"The Q&A game with the teacher. Didn't you say there'd be a penalty for losing?" Tsuki said hesitantly.
Shuichi had forgotten about it. It was just a playful remark to tease the teacher, but his little maid took it seriously.
"You're always busy. Where's the time for that?" He said.
"When I'm free, will you make good on it?" Tsuki asked eagerly, burying her face as if embarrassed.
"Only if I'm free too…" Shuichi closed his eyes, basking in the morning's calm…
As Tsuki nestled under the covers, her playful wriggling intensified, her body brushing against Shuichi's with deliberate slowness. The warmth of her skin, combined with the faint scent of lychee lingering on her breath, stirred something deep within him. Her fingers, sticky from the konjac, grazed his thigh, sending a jolt through his body.
"Tsuki…" He murmured, his voice low, as his hand slid from her head to the curve of her waist, pulling her closer. She responded with a soft hum, her lips brushing his chest as she shifted, her striped outfit riding up to reveal more of her smooth skin.
Her foot, still hooked around his arm, tightened its hold, guiding his hand lower. Shuichi's fingers traced the edge of her thigh, dipping beneath the fabric to explore the warmth there. Tsuki's breath hitched, a soft moan escaping as his touch grew bolder, teasing the sensitive skin with slow, deliberate strokes.
"Master…" She whispered, her voice trembling with anticipation. Her body arched slightly, pressing herself closer, inviting more. Shuichi's other hand found her cheek, tilting her face up as he leaned in, capturing her lips in a deep, lingering kiss. The taste of lychee and konjac lingered, sweet and intoxicating.
His fingers moved with purpose now, coaxing soft gasps from her as she clung to him, her nails lightly digging into his shoulders. The rhythm of their breathing synced, growing faster, more urgent. Tsuki's legs parted slightly, granting him more access, and he responded, his touch precise yet gentle, drawing out her pleasure until her moans grew unrestrained, muffled only by the blanket.
Her body tensed, shuddering as waves of sensation overwhelmed her. Shuichi held her close, feeling the heat of her release against his fingers, her soft cries filling the quiet morning. As she relaxed, panting softly, she looked up at him with a flushed, contented smile, her eyes gleaming with mischief and satisfaction.
"Better than konjac," She teased breathlessly, nestling against him.
Shuichi chuckled, brushing a strand of hair from her face. "You're insatiable."
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At the Igawa household.
The curtains were yanked open, sunlight flooding the bedroom and warming the bed. The blanket was ruthlessly pulled away, revealing Haruka's graceful form in a champagne-colored silk slip dress.
Stirring from sleep, Haruka writhed unconsciously, then stretched languidly, exuding an allure like a seductive serpent.
"You're going on a blind date today, and you're still lazing around? Get up!" Her mother scolded.
Haruka rubbed her eyes, slowly waking but staying sprawled, staring at the ceiling.
"Did you hear me? Uchida went through all that trouble to arrange this. Take it seriously!" her mother pressed.
Haruka's voice, rich and magnetic, replied lazily, "Being single isn't so bad."
"Not bad? Then why all these toys?" Her mother opened a drawer, revealing an array of intimate items.
"Sorry, your daughter's a shameless woman, embarrassing you," Haruka said, rolling over to reveal more toys on the bed.
Her mother sighed, exasperated. "You're almost thirty. Stop being stubborn. Seize this chance to settle down. It'll ease my mind, and you won't have to hear me nag."
"Marry, only to become a widow again? No need to go through that again, right?" Haruka stared at the empty water glass on her nightstand.
Her mother fell silent. "It was just a coincidence."
"Three times in a row? Our relatives avoid you now, scared you'll ask them to set up more dates." Haruka said flatly.
Her mother paused, then insisted, "At least this date's set. Go, whether it works out or not. It's rude otherwise, and a disservice to your cousin's efforts."
Haruka sighed deeply. "Fine, I'll get ready."
"Dress properly. Don't half-ass it," Her mother instructed before leaving.
Haruka propped an arm under her head, her legs twisting and stretching with effortless allure that could captivate anyone.
She longed for a lifelong, unwavering love, but life seemed to mock her, with three relationships ending in tragedy.
She'd begun to understand why.
Her stunning looks and figure, paired with her intense desires, overwhelmed her partners, leaving them drained and prone to accidents.
By superstition, she might indeed be a "husband-killer."
After dressing up, Haruka gazed at her irresistible reflection, smiling bitterly. Someone like her didn't deserve love. Staying single, self-sufficient, ensured no one else got hurt.
But her mother…
Haruka hesitated. Maybe she could negotiate with her date to fake a successful match, just to ease her mother's worries.
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The lively morning delayed Shuichi, but after tidying up and eating breakfast, it was time for his appointment.
He had no cousin, so he was standing in for the meeting.
The location was chosen by Uchida Uchida, who, true to form, picked a burger joint—utterly tasteless.
But it didn't matter. Shuichi wasn't here to charm his friend's cousin, just to see if he could finesse her into opening a shop.
At the place, Uchida waved frantically from afar, rushing over.
"Shuichi, where's your cousin? Why're you alone?" He asked, panicked.
Shuichi laughed. "The main guy's not worried, but you're freaking out?"
"I have to! Aunt's been hounding me. I can't even enjoy my collection in peace!" Uchida said, scratching his head.
"No big deal. Let's meet your cousin first," Shuichi said, patting his shoulder and entering the burger joint.
They ordered burgers, cola, and ice cream, settling into a corner booth. Soon, Haruka Igawa arrived.
Shuichi looked up and was stunned. Her photos were striking, but in person, she was breathtaking. Her swaying hips and casual glances radiated an allure that set his heart racing, like a succubus or a mythical enchantress.
"Hi, over here…" Uchida called nervously, shrinking beside Shuichi, clearly intimidated by her.
He was like this with any woman who wasn't a loli, so Shuichi wasn't surprised.
Haruka smiled oddly at her cousin. "Been a while. You've changed a lot."
"Uh… yeah…" Uchida nodded stiffly, uncomfortable.
"This guy… probably isn't the one you set me up with, right?" Haruka said, turning to Shuichi.
Her polite smile made his heart skip.
"Uh…" Uchida stammered, sweating. He'd been bullied by her as a kid, and she was partly why he feared women above lolis. "Shuichi, say something…"
Shuichi snapped back. "Hello, I'm Shuichi Chiba, Uchida's friend. Please, sit. It's a bit complicated to explain."
Haruka's eyes flickered as she sat across from them, eyeing Uchida suspiciously. "So, you told him my story, and he bailed?"
Uchida's back was drenched, unable to speak, desperately signaling Shuichi.
Shuichi smiled easily. "My cousin's stuck at work this weekend, sorry for making you come out, Igawa-san. But if you don't mind, maybe we can chat?"
"Oh? With you, Chiba-kun? About what?" Haruka asked, studying him with interest, sensing something off about this date.
She'd planned to negotiate with a 30-year-old man to fake it for her family. Now, plans needed adjusting.
"Just basics, like… what do you do, Igawa-san? If you're okay sharing," Shuichi said, blinking curiously.
Haruka leaned forward, resting her chin on her hand, sizing him up. "I studied fashion design in college, then started a studio with friends. Later, I left due to marriage. Now, I'm unemployed."
"Fashion design studio…" Shuichi mused. Perfect. If she opened a shop, clothing wouldn't be an issue. Maybe even custom pieces with special enhancements for the teachers and ladies.
Seeing him deep in thought, Haruka narrowed her eyes. "Chiba-kun… is there really a cousin?"
"Huh?" Uchida looked confused, not following their cryptic exchange.
Shuichi met her gaze, realizing she wasn't bluffing, and shrugged. "You're sharp, Igawa-san. Saw through me that easily."
"Saw through what?" Uchida asked, bewildered, but no one paid him mind.
Haruka's eyes roamed over the handsome youth, deciding he was attractive enough to pass off to her parents. Not some random guy to fool them.
And a young, fresh boy was far more interesting than a 30-year-old man, even if it was just pretend. This one had a certain… appeal.
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