Tsuki's words left Naomi's mind in a chaotic state. However, she tried her best to regain her composure, adopting the professional attitude of a teacher to offer some advice.
"Akiyama-san, although I don't currently understand the root cause of your psychological state, I hope you can face it properly. We can certainly find a way to resolve this. You are so excellent and have such a bright future; please don't let a momentary craving for excitement lead you astray..."
Naomi persuaded her earnestly, but after listening quietly, Tsuki simply offered a small smile and spoke unhurriedly.
"Thank you for the warning, Sensei. But... as long as you agree, I can be Shuichi-kun's public girlfriend from now on, and you won't have to leave him. Isn't that perfect?"
"What?" Naomi's heart skipped a beat.
"I said, Sensei can't bear to leave Shuichi-kun, but you don't want to hinder him either, right? It's quite a dilemma. Well, now there's a way to have both." Tsuki looked at her with burning intensity.
Naomi felt a bit flustered under that gaze, as if she were facing the temptation of a soul-reading devil. The urge to agree was nearly impossible to suppress. If I say yes, I can continue to be with Shuichi-kun, and it won't ruin his future...
But... But...
Naomi took a deep breath. "Akiyama-san, this is wrong. I cannot watch you both walk down a mistaken path..."
"Sensei." Shuichi kissed her just in time, blocking her words.
After kissing her for a while, he let go, looked at her, and said in a deep voice, "I already can't live without Sensei."
Naomi's throat tightened, and she found herself speechless. Wasn't it the same for her? No matter how many times she lied to herself, she still wanted to see him, still wanted to hear his praise!
"Whether it's a mistake or not doesn't matter. I only want Sensei. Is that okay?"
Naomi didn't speak; her face was a map of internal struggle. Seeing her hesitation, Shuichi sighed.
"I know this is shameless. It's only natural that Sensei would refuse. What right do I have to ask you to give up a normal life just to stay with me in this 'mistake'? Especially when we can't be open about it, and I'd simultaneously have to be with the President..."
"Don't say such things." Naomi took a sharp breath and pulled Shuichi's head into her embrace.
"It was my hasty decision that caused this situation; it's my fault. But I really can't watch Shuichi-kun continue on a wrong path. I also want to stay with you so, so much. Even if it's like what Akiyama-san said, I don't care about the official title. It's just... Shuichi-kun, I hope you can have a good life in the future..."
"Without Sensei, I won't have a good life. If I don't have the 'now,' what does a 'future' matter?"
Shuichi bit down on the button of her shirt, taking a deep breath of the air filled with her scent.
"It will... it will. Once time passes, everything will get better..." Naomi whispered comfortingly, desperately suppressing the urge to say yes.
"Sorry to interrupt you two." Tsuki suddenly spoke, breaking the touching scene.
Naomi was startled. She had almost forgotten—there was still a major problem to solve here! If she didn't agree to be the "matriarch," what if the girl told someone? As the Student Council President, she could report this to the principal directly and even had the power to discipline Shuichi!
"Don't worry about me talking; I'm not that bored. After all, I've shown you my true self too. However..." At this moment, Tsuki looked very much like a villainous enchantress.
"If Hajime-sensei won't do it, then we'll have to swap in Nagase-sensei. Shuichi-kun was involved with her before, and I saw it with my own eyes. Although other hostesses would work, this little maid still wants to serve a teacher most. Shuichi-kun, you'll fulfill my wish, right?"
Shuichi was stunned for a second, then blinked and looked at Naomi.
At the mention of Sumire, Naomi suddenly grew suspicious. Wait, do I feel like I'm being played? Are these two in cahoots to trick me?
But why? What reason would the Student Council President have to go this far—even not minding the kissing—just to help Shuichi? She didn't look forced. That excited, expectant look on her face just now absolutely couldn't have been faked; she was a willing participant.
Could it be... 'Interested in the relationship between you and me'...
Naomi suddenly recalled that sentence and felt she had grasped the truth. The President is a fanatic of 'artistic works' in this field, so she gets emotional when encountering such things, and then Shuichi moved her enough that she agreed to help? That must be it.
That explained why she was so excited, why she knew beforehand but didn't expose them, and why she observed with such interest.
"Sensei? Then... should I go find Nagase-sensei?" Shuichi asked tentatively.
Naomi stared at him for a while. Seeing his expectant yet nervous gaze, she finally let out a long sigh and stroked his head.
"I really give up. You went through so much effort... just don't go bothering Sumire-chan."
"So, Sensei agrees?" Shuichi's eyes lit up instantly, his joy evident.
Seeing him so happy, Naomi's mood brightened as well. She gave him a seductive, sidelong glance.
"Is it worth being that happy? I'm only agreeing to stay with you for a while longer. When you get bored of me, I'll leave."
"How could I ever get bored?" Shuichi immediately buried his head in her bosom with obsession, his hands pressing against her full, plump buttocks, pulling her toward him with force.
"Alright, alright, stop nuzzling. Akiyama-san is still here. Tell me, how did you convince her to cooperate?"
Naomi felt increasingly restless; those wandering hands were pushing her emotions to the brink.
"I didn't 'convince' her. Does Sensei still suspect we're acting?" Shuichi looked up, seemingly surprised.
"Really no?" Naomi was baffled. Didn't he move her with his sincerity? Then what happened?
"The President really is as deviant as I said. Sensei has too little faith in me. Let me demonstrate." As he spoke, Shuichi looked at Tsuki.
"Get on your stomach. Get yourself ready."
"Yes, Master~" Tsuki excitedly lifted her skirt, lowered her blue-and-white striped panties, and proactively lay across the edge of the infirmary bed. "Please punish your little maid severely, Master!" Her hips wiggled in anticipation.
Naomi was stunned. The panties were down—this definitely wasn't acting. So... she really liked this stuff???
Shuichi raised his hand and—Slap! Slap!—landed two blows on the fair buttocks, immediately leaving a red flush.
"Believe me now, Sensei? If not, Sensei can 'educate' her yourself; she's quite willing."
"...I'll pass on that." Naomi's lips twitched, and she declined with a complicated expression.
"So, you believe me now?" Shuichi nuzzled back into her chest.
Naomi, tickled by his hair, chuckled helplessly. "You're a grown man, why do you always love acting like a spoiled child? Fine, I believe you."
"Then... Sensei won't go back on your word? You just agreed because you misunderstood something." Shuichi asked cautiously.
Naomi gently stroked his head, feeling his hot breath. "Don't worry, I won't go back on it, and I won't abandon you again. Since Akiyama-san doesn't mind, what else can I say? I won't leave until you're tired of me, okay?"
I'm the one who pushed him into the pit of the Student Council President; how can I just walk away? Sigh... My previous decision really was hasty. Looking at this, when the President said she'd go find Sumire-chan, she probably wasn't just talking.
"Then Sensei... can we have 'lunch' now?" Shuichi's hand began unbuttoning her shirt, eyeing the black lace and the valley of her chest as it was slowly revealed.
Naomi couldn't help but press down on his hand, glancing at Tsuki who was still lying nearby. The girl's fair skin was a bit blinding. "Not like this, it feels weird."
"Just pretend she doesn't exist. Did Sensei forget? She likes this. If we want her to stay quiet and not cause trouble, this is the only way. Just consider it helping me 'treat' her illness, Sensei. Otherwise, she'll start pestering me to find another mistress for her..."
As Shuichi spoke, he heartlessly shooed Tsuki under the desk so Naomi wouldn't feel too inhibited by her presence. Then he pulled Naomi to the office chair, sat down, and had Naomi take off her white lab coat. He had her lean against the edge of the desk as he continued to undo her final buttons.
Although the presence of a third person made her a bit uncomfortable, the longing for him she had almost lost multiple times, combined with the intense emotional swings, made her unable to suppress her desire anymore. Coupled with a convenient excuse to deceive herself, she allowed him to pull open her shirt and press his face against her abdomen, bringing a scorching heat.
However, thinking of Tsuki hidden under the desk, Naomi felt a stir of pity alongside her shame. Regardless of what the girl's psychology or fetishes were, as a teacher, she felt it wasn't right to treat a student this way.
"Akiyama-san... just interact with Shuichi-kun however you normally do. Don't worry about me."
"Can I?" Tsuki's eyes lit up instantly, she looked like she was about to drool.
"Yeah," Shuichi grunted and ignored her, focusing all his attention on Naomi.
"This won't be the 'last time' again, right?" Shuichi unzipped the back of her bodycon skirt and began sliding it down.
Naomi lightly lifted her hips, her feet resting on the chair's armrests, her cheeks flushed. "Still teasing me? We're already doing this; what's left to ask?"
"Good. I can finally be at ease."
Much like Fumika, Naomi's hips were a bit too full, making Shuichi's task of removing the skirt slightly difficult. His elbow accidentally bumped into Tsuki, eliciting a series of humming protests.
"I'm sorry. I've made things difficult for you all this time, Shuichi-kun. I should have been the one taking care of you, but instead, I kept putting you in awkward positions."
With her shirt open, Naomi lovingly stroked Shuichi's face. He had tried time and again to get close to her, while she had cold-shouldered him repeatedly. She clearly craved the pleasure of being with him, yet she had been so indecisive, leaving him bewildered. And in the end, she had pushed him into a pit...
"As long as Sensei isn't mad at me. The way things turned out is actually more unfair to Sensei."
Shuichi removed two small pieces of black lace from her body and set them aside. He lowered his head to kiss her leg, his hand caressing her garter stockings, moving all the way up the fair skin of the 'absolute territory.' He wrapped his arms around her impressively curved hips and leaned into her abdomen.
Naomi ran her fingers through his hair, her eyes tender. "Don't say that. There's no such thing as fair or unfair. This is my own choice. You don't need to feel guilty, Shuichi-kun."
Having finally appeased Naomi, Shuichi felt as if the entire world had brightened up. The rest was just a matter of letting things take their course.
After breezing through the two afternoon classes in high spirits, he returned to the shopping district. He glanced at the second floor of the gym before ducking into Haruka's clothing store.
"Back for an inspection? It seems every client boss is hard to please."
Haruka had her hair tied back in a neat, high ponytail. She wore a simple, form-fitting work outfit that allowed for easy movement while tracing her rounded curves perfectly. Her waist radiated an enchanting, seductive aura with every twist. She gave off two main vibes: flirtatious and "well-hydrated."
"Ah, it's a bit embarrassing, but my tongue is actually feeling a bit... knotted." Shuichi licked his lips, putting on a shy act.
Haruka gave him a flirtatious glance. "It's not that I'm stingy, but getting too involved with me really isn't good for you."
"It's just a kiss, it's not like it's deep contact," Shuichi said, spreading his hands.
"Can you restrain yourself?" Haruka raised an eyebrow, her tone slightly provocative, her gaze teasing.
"I can!" Shuichi said with full confidence, his gaze landing on her full chest.
"But I can't," Haruka laughed and shook her head. "Shuichi-kun is too tempting, too delicious. I'm afraid I won't be able to help myself and I'll eat you up."
"Eh? Really? I don't believe you." Shuichi took two tentative steps forward.
"I'm serious." A buzzing sound came.
"I'm not afraid of being dragged down." Shuichi reached out to wrap his arm around her waist, resting his hand on her rounded hips.
"I'm afraid of dragging you down." Haruka sighed, reaching out to stroke his face. "Alright now, you have so many female friends, I probably don't even rank among them, right? Your coat is finished. Want to try it on?"
"Okay then." Seeing her firm attitude, Shuichi didn't persist. As for the clothes, he wasn't particularly interested; if he wanted to look handsome, a hairstyle usually did the trick.
Haruka swayed her waist, her hips trembling like rolling waves—a sight that made one's eyes heat up. She soon brought out the finished coat, helped Shuichi put it on, and pulled him to the mirror.
"How is it? Do you like it? I think you look much more handsome in this. And I'm definitely not just bragging about my craftsmanship."
Shuichi looked at himself in the mirror wearing the black overcoat. Indeed, he looked quite a bit sharper, though the "store lighting" probably helped.
"The coat is very stylish, but... isn't it a bit too loose?"
Even though he wasn't as thin as before thanks to his gym sessions, the coat was still excessively loose.
"Overcoats are meant to be loose. Especially since you'll be using it, right? I imagine there will be plenty of 'scenes' where you'll need to stuff another person inside?" Haruka stood beside him and winked at the mirror.
"...Haruka-san has really gone to a lot of trouble. You've thought of everything." Shuichi laughed in spite of himself.
To tell the truth, he really did need it. With this coat, he could take the President to play on the swings or stroll through the woods at night. Wait... maybe he could take Fumika and Sayuki tonight? Fumika should have everything ready by today?
"Alright, the size is fine, and it looks handsome. You can take it back now. I need to keep making clothes for your friends." Haruka teased.
"As the client, I can't be careless with the inspection. Unless... I'm bribed." Shuichi tilted his head expectantly.
Haruka's laughter made her whole body quiver. "That's really too much. Are fashion designers subjected to 'unspoken rules' now?"
"Is that a no? Okay then." Shuichi sighed with feigned disappointment.
"I really can't do anything with you. I suppose I do owe you. But if we kiss, I'll have to spend a long time 'taking care of things' myself when I get back."
Haruka pulled him close, licked her lips, and once again demonstrated her impressive tongue-length. Then she kissed him!
Shuichi instinctively hugged her waist, and he couldn't help but feel a wave of admiration. She's so flexible... and her waist is too.
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