Fumika could no longer hold back after hearing those words. It had been 24 hours since she had been affectionate with Chiba-kun, and after a busy day, she had been yearning for him all along.
When it came to indulgence, she was no less than An Akiyama in this matter.
She lowered her head and gently kissed Shuichi on the forehead. The boy's sweat was slightly salty but not unpleasant. Instead, it carried an indescribable allure.
Fumika kissed his face greedily, her breathing gradually becoming rapid as she absorbed his scent.
Her soft, fair hands climbed onto Shuichi's shoulders, gently caressing his chest and collarbone, her fingers tracing circles on his sweat-dampened chest.
Gradually, she became entranced.
But she was soon interrupted by Shuichi. "Let's take a shower first. I should be able to enjoy your essential oil spa today, right?"
"Just a little longer..." Fumika, unwilling to let the moment slip away, murmured incoherently amidst her busyness.
"You're really greedy, aren't you?" Shuichi's face was continuously brushed by the hem of her clothing.
"Mm... I really like Chiba-kun's scent..." Fumika, ignited by his heated breath, became even more passionate.
Poor Shuichi couldn't move and had to endure her teasing for ten long minutes before finally being let go.
"I'll help Chiba-kun scrub your back." Fumika offered willingly after she was temporarily satisfied.
"Alright," Shuichi replied, swallowing nervously as memories of their previous experience surfaced in his mind.
Yes, last time in the bathroom, the two had earnestly conducted an "experiment" on friction, exploring the differences in friction under various levels of roughness and pressure.
…
Shuichi sat on the small stool in the bathroom while Fumika carefully wetted his hair. She squeezed some shampoo into her palm, rubbed it into a lather, and then evenly applied it to his hair.
Her fingers ran through his hair, gently massaging his scalp. With the "700% shop bonus effect" at play, Shuichi couldn't help but let out a moan from his mouth.
Fumika couldn't resist giggling softly at his reaction.
"Did you just laugh, Fumika-san?" Shuichi asked, his eyes still closed. "Is it that funny?"
Fumika hurriedly explained, "It's not that I'm laughing at you, just... Well, I thought it was amusing."
"Alright, as long as you're happy. If it's embarrassing, so be it," Shuichi sighed in resignation. With the 700% bonus—essentially an eightfold massage effect—how could anyone endure such blissful stimulation without making a sound?
"Close your eyes; I'm rinsing now," Fumika gently reminded him, carefully washing away the foam from his hair.
After finishing with his hair, Fumika began preparing the foam for his body wash.
But as she busied herself, Shuichi mischievously grabbed the showerhead and sprayed her, soaking her completely.
Her light, short-sleeved white kimono top instantly turned translucent, revealing the faint outline of pink lace underneath.
Fumika wasn't angry, just a little shy as she laughed softly. "Really, Chiba-kun, you're always teasing me."
"Fumika-san, you look absolutely stunning like this. It feels like a scene that could only exist in a dream," Shuichi said, spreading his arms. "Fumika-san, hold me."
"Doesn't your body feel sore, Chiba-kun? Just bear with it for a little while longer. Let's finish the massage to ease the tension first, and then..." Fumika blushed as she tried to persuade him.
In truth, she couldn't wait either. She wanted to pull the boy into her arms and shower him with affection immediately. But if she gave in now, who knew how much longer it would take to finish this bath?
Engrossed in their moment, neither of them noticed the shadow outside the bathroom. Someone stood by the door, leaning against the wall and secretly listening to what was going on inside…
"Fumika," He said, voice low, almost a question.
She didn't answer with words. Instead, she leaned forward, her lips brushing the damp skin of his shoulder, a tentative kiss that sent a shiver through him. Shuichi turned fully, water splashing softly as he faced her. Their eyes locked, and for a moment, the world was just the two of them, the steam, and the unspoken pull drawing them closer.
He reached for her, his hand cupping her cheek, thumb tracing the curve of her jaw. "Can I?" He asked, his voice rough with restraint.
Fumika nodded, her pulse quickening. She stood, and Shuichi followed, his hands finding her waist as he pulled her gently against him. Their lips met in a slow, searing kiss, the taste of water and faint soap mingling as their mouths moved together. Fumika's hands slid up his chest, fingers curling into the wet strands of his hair, while Shuichi's grip tightened, pressing her closer until their bodies were flush.
The bathroom's warmth enveloped them as they stumbled toward the shower, the spray cascading over their skin. Shuichi's hands roamed, exploring the soft curves of Fumika's body, slipping beneath the thin fabric of her soaked camisole. She gasped into his mouth as his fingers brushed her breasts, teasing her nipples into stiff peaks. The sensation sent a jolt of heat through her, pooling low in her belly.
"Shuichi," She breathed, her voice trembling with want. She tugged at his waistband, and he helped her, shedding the last barriers between them. His arousal was evident, hard and straining, and Fumika's cheeks flushed as she took him in, her own desire mirrored in the slick heat between her thighs.
He guided her against the tiled wall, the cool surface a stark contrast to the fever of their bodies. Shuichi's lips trailed down her neck, sucking gently at her pulse point, while his hand slid between her legs, fingers parting her folds to find her wet and ready. Fumika moaned, her head tipping back as he circled her clit with slow, deliberate strokes, each touch igniting sparks of pleasure.
"You're so beautiful," He murmured against her skin, his voice thick with reverence. He sank to his knees, the shower raining over his back as he pressed a kiss to her inner thigh. Fumika's breath hitched as his tongue found her, lapping at her pussy with a hunger that made her knees weak. She gripped his shoulders, her moans echoing in the small space, the pleasure building in waves.
"Shuichi—please," She gasped, tugging at him, needing more, needing him. He rose, kissing her deeply, letting her taste herself on his lips. Their bodies aligned, and with a shared glance of consent, Shuichi lifted her slightly, her legs wrapping around his hips. He entered her slowly, inch by inch, both of them groaning at the exquisite stretch and fullness.
The rhythm started tentative, Shuichi's thrusts deep and measured, each one drawing a soft cry from Fumika. The water slicked their movements, their bodies sliding together in a primal dance. Fumika clung to him, nails digging into his back as the pleasure coiled tighter, her walls clenching around him. Shuichi's breaths grew ragged, his hands gripping her hips as he quickened the pace, driven by her whispered pleas.
"I am cumminggg," She panted, her head falling against his shoulder as the tension snapped. Her orgasm crashed over her, a white-hot wave that left her trembling, her cries muffled against his skin. Shuichi followed moments later, a guttural moan escaping him as he spilled inside her, his thrusts slowing but never stopping until they were both spent.
They stayed like that, locked together under the shower's spray, breaths mingling as the world came back into focus. Shuichi kissed her forehead, her cheeks, her lips, each touch tender and grounding. Fumika smiled, her heart full, and they eased apart only to rinse off, hands still lingering, unwilling to break the connection entirely.
As they stepped out, wrapping themselves in towels, Shuichi pulled her close again, his arms a warm anchor. "I love you," He said simply, the words carrying the weight of everything they'd shared.
Fumika nestled against him, her voice soft but certain. "I love you too."
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The fulfilling weekend came to an end, and on Monday, Shuichi woke up early, feeling an indescribable sense of lightness and comfort throughout his body.
The effects of the beauty treatment were truly remarkable. Despite being completely exhausted from the intense workout yesterday—suddenly ramping up the intensity—after the massage, Shuichi found that there was no soreness in his body at all this morning.
Lying in bed, he moved his arms around a bit and felt a noticeable increase in strength.
If he were to redo last night's tests now, while he might not excel effortlessly, he could easily match his performance without being as utterly spent as before, like a worn-out dog.
"A perverted young master has this much energy so early in the morning?" Tsuki, kneeling by the bedside, remarked mockingly as her eyes blatantly fixed on a certain area which looked like a pitched tent under the thin blanket.
Her gaze, however, was far from indifferent—rather, it burned with intensity, and she occasionally swallowed nervously.
Indeed, every part of his body was brimming with energy, and the area that received the longest and most attention during the massage was particularly full of vigor!
Shuichi turned his head to look at her. "I haven't seen much of you these past two days. What kind of maid slacks off so irresponsibly?"
"There's a lot of prep work for the sports festival, and I can't skip cram school after you've paid the tuition." Tsuki explained.
"You skipped work for two days—how do you think I should punish you?"
Shuichi lay on his side, propping his head up with one arm, watching the obviously restless "perverted president" with amusement.
"Perverted young master is probably thinking about messing me up in front of my sister again, like the other morning, huh?" Tsuki hinted with a look of feigned disdain, though her eyes were full of anticipation. Her pink toes curled repeatedly inside her cotton socks.
It was as if an odd, sticky sensation had suddenly appeared in the arches of her feet.
"Keep dreaming," Shuichi rolled his eyes. "This morning, there's nothing—absolutely nothing. That's your punishment."
Tsuki immediately looked anxious. "How could there be nothing? There's no way a perverted young master would change his nature!"
After two days without any "proper stimulation," she was already feeling a bit desperate.
"Beg me," Shuichi said coldly, casting her a sidelong glance, his face devoid of emotion.
Tsuki shuddered upon hearing his words. So, this was how far the "plot" had progressed?
The little maid, having been tormented by the perverted young master for so long, had developed Stockholm Syndrome.
And the perverted young master, seeing right through the maid's change of heart, began to toy with her emotions.
Tsuki immediately put on a performance worthy of an Academy Award. Her expression was a mix of defiance and shame, yet it couldn't hide the deep longing in her heart. Torn and hesitant, she forced herself to utter the humiliating plea.
"Please... please punish your little maid, young master..."
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