Tokyo Chapter 87

Fumika Ogawa 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 Chiba on the forehead. The boy's sweat was slightly salty but not unpleasant. Instead, it carried an indescribable allure.

Fumika Ogawa kissed his face greedily, her breathing gradually becoming rapid as she absorbed his scent.

Her soft, fair hands climbed onto Shuichi Chiba'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 Chiba. "Let’s take a shower first. I should be able to enjoy your essential oil spa today, right?"

"Just a little longer..." Fumika Ogawa, unwilling to let the moment slip away, murmured incoherently amidst her busyness.

"You're really greedy, aren’t you?" Shuichi Chiba’s face was continuously brushed by the hem of her clothing.

"Mm... I really like Chiba-kun’s scent..." Fumika Ogawa, ignited by his heated breath, became even more passionate.

Poor Shuichi Chiba 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 Ogawa offered willingly after she was temporarily satisfied.

"Alright," Shuichi Chiba 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 Chiba sat on the small stool in the bathroom while Fumika Ogawa 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 Chiba couldn’t help but let out a moan from his mouth.

Fumika Ogawa couldn’t resist giggling softly at his reaction.

"Did you just laugh, Fumika-san?" Shuichi Chiba asked, his eyes still closed. "Is it that funny?"

Fumika Ogawa 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 Chiba 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 Ogawa gently reminded him, carefully washing away the foam from his hair.

After finishing with his hair, Fumika Ogawa began preparing the foam for his body wash.

But as she busied herself, Shuichi Chiba 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 Ogawa 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 Chiba 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 Ogawa 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…

…

The fulfilling weekend came to an end, and on Monday, Shuichi Chiba 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 Chiba 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 Akiyama, 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 Chiba 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 Akiyama explained.

"You skipped work for two days—how do you think I should punish you?"

Shuichi Chiba 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 Akiyama 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 Chiba rolled his eyes. "This morning, there’s nothing—absolutely nothing. That’s your punishment."

Tsuki Akiyama 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 Chiba said coldly, casting her a sidelong glance, his face devoid of emotion.

Tsuki Akiyama 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 Akiyama 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..."