After a fulfilling and exhausting Monday, Shuichi Chiba took a bath and then enjoyed a good night's sleep.
The m, when the arm clock woke him up, Shuichi Chiba groggily opened his eyes and was suddenly startled.
Tsuki Akiyama was kneeling properly on the floor beside the bed, wearing her uniform and staring ily at him.
"What the hell are you doing?" Shuichi Chiba pressed his hand against his pounding chest.
"Isn't the little maid supposed to wait on her master when he wakes up?" Tsuki Akiyama expined with a sense of reason.
"Absolutely unnecessary!" Shuichi Chiba gred at her in annoyance. "And how did you get in? I remember log the door."
Tsuki Akiyama poio the baly. "It was easy to climb over from the neighb baly."
Shuichi Chiba covered his face. "ime, I’ll lock the baly door too."
"Then should I just kneel on the baly and wait?" Tsuki Akiyama replied, sounding a bit eager.
"Aren’t you afraid of being discovered?" Shuichi Chiba's face twitched as he turo sit up. "What are you still dawdling for? Didn't you e to help me get out of bed?"
"Oh." Tsuki Akiyama g the tent in thin b and swallowed, seemingly reminded of some sarios she had seen before.
"This is also part of the little maid's duties? With a perverted guy like you, it probably is." Tsuki Akiyama retorted.
Shuichi Chiba g her dismissively. "You're just a rough maid responsible for ing. Do you really think you could hahis? At most, you’d just be qualified to give me a little push."
“Guh…” Tsuki Akiyama flushed at supt, her whole body visibly trembling as more and more eous images flooded her mind.
Helping to ‘give a push,’ while also having to serve him with other women?
No... this is too much...
Tsuki Akiyama squeezed her legs together, her breathing quiing. But under Shuichi Chiba's urging, she relutly used her slightly tremblio prop herself up and started helping him get dressed.
There was o mention brushing his teeth and washing his face.
After uanding the nature of this perverted club president, Shuichi Chiba khat she couldn't be spoken to normally; the worse his attitude was, the more excited she became.
Once everything was ready, Shuichi Chiba gave her a hard sp ot.
“Mm…” Tsuki Akiyama let out a muffled moan, feeling a sense of satisfa that made her feel the time spent ing over this m was worth it. This was what she had been waiting for.
“e here, let me give you a little buff,” Shuichi Chiba said before heading downstairs. After all, Tamako-san's cooking was so delicious that he should take care of her daughter a bit more.
“What do you pervert want to do now?” Tsuki Akiyama replied with a disgusted expression, but her legs obediently walked up to him.
Seeing Shuichi Chiba pull out a marker from the drawer, Tsuki Akiyama immediately uood and proactively lifted her skirt.
“e on, I knew you wouldn’t let me off that easily. Go ahead and pour out your perverted thoughts on me; I won’t submit!” She decred defiantly.
Shuichi Chiba rolled his eyes, expertly writing the words ‘my’ on each of her thighs. “Take this with you to school. Remember to take a picture in each css for me to check.”
“I got it…” Tsuki Akiyama lowered her skirt and tightly pressed her legs together. Just the thought ing this to sade her heart race.
Shuichi Chiba couldn't help but think to himself...
“More of this, please!”
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After the two of them had fun for quite a while, they finally headed downstairs to the ramen shop, where Tamako-san had already set up breakfast and reparing lunch bento boxes.
Shuichi Chiba gnced around and suddenly froze.
What was all this?
Scallop seafood pe, steamed scallop egg custard, grilled sea bass, wild mushroom and chestnut rice, goji berry and loofah soup...
Not only was there a variety, but didn’t these dishes look familiar somehow?
Shuichi Chiba fell into deep thought, trying to recall where he had seen these dishes before. After p for a long time, he finally realized.
During a pany gathering in his past life, a certain middle-aged greasy boss had ordered these exact items and had leered at a female colleague o him, asking if she khe bes of these dishes.
The female colleague had giggled and said she didn’t know, but her expression clearly showed she was just pretending to be unaware, waiting for the boss to show off.
As expected, all these dishes were clearly meant for strengthening one's vitality!
Shuichi Chiba felt overwhelmed. He had inally thought Tamako-san was just fond of these foods and unaware of the significe of ingredients like goji berries. But now it was evident—she kly what she was doing, probably even more than he did. She served him the full vitality-boosti!
He wao expin to Tamako-san that he was only trying to take precautions and wasn’t already physically ‘depleted,’ but how oh could he even bring that up?
“Tsk…”
Now, his reputation was being ruined in a totally different way. Rather than being seen as a creep, he was being beled as... fragile person!
He quietly pisuki Akiyama’s ass, gritting his teeth as he whispered, “What exactly did you tell your mom st night?”
“Mmm…” Tsuki Akiyama half-closed her eyes, clearly enjoying the moment, a out soft moans, her face flushed. “I just said… mmm… that you should add some goji berries to your food.”
“Did you tell her I asked for that?” Shuichi Chiba increased the pressure slightly.
“N-no…” Tsuki Akiyama's legs seemed to weaken as she gripped the ter for support, her voice trembling slightly. The thrill was too much for her.
“Thank goodness.” Shuichi Chiba sighed in relief and released his grip.
At that moment, Tsuki Akiyama felt unsatisfied; had she known that not admitting would lead to losing out on the fun, she should have said she did tell her mom!
Meanwhile, Tamako-san, busy i, shot them a knowing gnd smiled. Young people's games—don’t worry, Mama will definitely py along!
Shuichi Chiba had excellent posure. If it had been an ordinary person fag Tamako-san, they would undoubtedly feel embarrassed. Yet he maintained his smile and greeted her, still using the hand that had just pinched her daughter’s ass.
“Today’s breakfast is so vish and happens to be everything I like! Do you have mind-reading abilities, Mrs. Akiyama?”
“If Chiba-kun likes it, I make it often! Actually, these dishes are also what Tsuki- and An-’s father enjoyed ba the day. I learhem specifically for him.” Tamako-san said openly.
“Oh?” Shuichi Chiba raised an eyebrow. It seemed like Mrs. Akiyama had quite a demanding pate ba the day.
“That’s quite a ce! But the president is really lucky; with such a wonderful and skilled mother, the cooking must be delicious!”
Tamako-san beamed with pride, beaming so widely her cheeks almost hurt. “Right, right! I’m actually quite impressive!”
“Mom, why didn’t you pass that talent on to me?”
In the midst of their versation, An Akiyama had e down without aig. She g to the edge of the ter, standing on tiptoe to peek into the bento box with a slightly disgruntled expression on her small face.
“I want to eat these dishes too!”
“No way! These are specially made for Chiba-kun. Do not throw a tantrum like a child.” Tamako-san said, tapping her forehead lightly and pushing her back.
An Akiyama puffed out her cheeks in frustration, looking like a pufferfish, but then a glimmer of mischief crossed her eyes, and she ceased her resistance.
After all, she could just grab some from Chiba-kun’s bent lunch.
Hmm, this way, she could fill her owo with oodies—perfect!
