Starting a New Life in Tokyo by Inheriting a Shopping Street [64]

“Hey!”

The treasurer jolted in her seat and scrambled to her feet. She knew very well the Kaichou didn’t joke about this sort of thing—if she really messed up, she’d end up like the previous treasurer…

“Hm.” Akiyama Tsuki gave no clear answer, withdrawing her gaze and sweeping it across the room. Everywhere her eyes landed, each class’s representative straightened their back instinctively.

“Today’s task is to finalize the detailed schedule for the sports festival itself, and to assign each class their share of… hm…”

Halfway through speaking, she suddenly felt a hand touch her thigh. Her body froze, and she darted a glance from the corner of her eye toward Chiba Shuuichi, sitting on her left.

Sure enough, there was the faintest trace of a smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

“Kaichou?” Nearly thirty people all turned their eyes toward Tsuki at once.

With so many stares on her, while under the table someone was teasing her… Tsuki’s heart quivered like it was being pressed by a massage wand, waves of tingling flooding through her.

A moan, almost impossible to hold back, was about to slip from her throat.

“N-no, it’s fine. My body just hasn’t been feeling well lately.” Tsuki covered her mouth with her left hand, forcing the words out. “Let’s continue… Each class will be assigned… s-some tasks, and this…”

At that, Akiyama An immediately raised her hand.

“Our class would like to apply for guarding the sports equipment storage.”

Tsuki’s eyes were already glistening, the flush creeping steadily over her cheeks. Hearing this, she nearly hit her limit.

The sports storage… This was Shuuichi’s idea, wasn’t it?

Mm… so that scene had finally come around?

Shuuichi, silent as a shadow, said nothing—just quietly savoring the smooth, tender feel of the girl’s skin.

Watching her struggle to keep her moans down, watching her tremble on the edge of collapse…

There was no denying it—this kind of scene had its own magical pull, making it hard to stop.

“O-okay… The other tasks… cough cough cough…” Tsuki finally couldn’t hold it anymore. The moan was about to escape, so she covered it with a fit of coughing.

“Kaichou!” The discipline committee member leaned toward her right side, worried. “You should rest for a bit. I heard from An-chan that your family’s been moving recently, so maybe you’ve just overworked yourself? It’s fine to leave the student council work to us.”

“No need!” Tsuki rejected it immediately. As if—she was in the middle of a thrill here. How could she stop now?

“Kaichou…” Even the usually invisible vice president spoke up. “Your health comes first. Don’t worry—I’ll keep things running here.”

“That’s enough. I said no need.” Tsuki bit down, face cold.

The rest of the council members looked like they wanted to say more, but in the end, no one dared go against the ever-dominant Kaichou.

They only sighed inwardly at how she pushed herself too hard. There was really no need to hold herself to such a high standard—everyone got sick, everyone had off days.

“Let’s continue.” No sooner had Tsuki said it than she felt Shuuichi’s hand slide toward the back hem of her skirt. She quickly covered her mouth again.

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“Kaichou, thank you for your hard work!”

“Kaichou, please take care of yourself!”

“Kaichou, head home early and get some rest.”

She nodded impassively as she saw the class reps off.

Only when the council members had taken their assignments and left, leaving just her, her sister, and Shuuichi in the room, did she finally relax.

Head resting on the table, Tsuki let her body shudder freely, riding out the aftershocks. Shuuichi watched her and let a smile curl his lips.

“Kaichou really is dedicated. Even feeling that bad, you still insisted on finishing your duties. Truly admirable.”

“Mhm, mhm, mhm.” An, oblivious to everything, was busy tapping her notebook neatly on the table, nodding along. “Onee-san’s always like this—no matter what, she makes sure to get the job done.”

“You’ve really worked hard.” Shuuichi reached out to stroke Tsuki’s long, loose hair. It was wonderfully soft and fragrant, smooth as silk under his fingers.

“Mm…” Tsuki let out a long moan, lifting her flushed face to look at them with hazy eyes.

“Something like this isn’t enough to make me yield. Whatever torment fate still has in store for me—let it come.”

Shuuichi’s cheek twitched as he gave her a sidelong glance. The pervert Kaichou really was something else.

“Wanna come home for dinner? You don’t have more work today, right?” An, entirely ignoring her sister’s odd delirium, was holding her small stomach in hunger.

Tsuki: …

But Tsuki was indeed eager to go home, so the three of them walked back together after school—a rare occurrence.

By the time they reached the shopping street, it was peak hour, the ramen shop packed to the brim.

“Are you really hungry right now? The shop’s full—want me to have Mama make something separately and I’ll bring it to you? Or you could come down when there are fewer customers?”

Tsuki sent her sister inside to help, then turned to Shuuichi.

Shuuichi checked his phone.

“It’s not even six yet—I’ll eat later. But yeah, bring it over when it’s ready.

“I didn’t know before, but since it’s a women’s ramen shop, maybe I shouldn’t be going in during business hours.”

“It’s not a problem. Even though it’s called a women’s ramen shop, lots of them have male staff. You could just say you’re here to help out.” Tsuki explained—and privately, she looked forward to Shuuichi touching her during business hours.

“But I think it’s better if a little maid delivers it to me and feeds me. Don’t you agree?” Shuuichi’s smile turned playful.

Tsuki licked her lips. “Got it… pervert young master.”

“Been playing with the cats today—hands are itchy.” Shuuichi tossed that out before heading back to the management office, leaving Tsuki standing there, buzzing with anticipation.

Shuuichi spent a while watching some anime from his collection. It was past seven when Tsuki finally came to his door.

He stood at the upstairs entrance, looking down at the unusually nervous Tsuki, eyes roaming over her with amusement.

“Ready to demonstrate how that thing’s used?”

“Y-yes…” Tsuki pinched the hem of her skirt, face a mix of hesitation and inner struggle.

Her acting skills were getting better and better—who knew how many times she’d already played this out in her head?

“All prepared?” Shuuichi’s gaze flicked toward her skirt.

“All prepared, pervert young master!” Tsuki huffed in embarrassment, bumping into him to get past. She set the dinner down, then headed straight for the bathroom. “I’m going to change.”

Watching her slightly flustered retreat, Shuuichi rubbed his chin. Was that real shyness, or fake? Hard to tell.

Logically, the pervert Kaichou should prefer demonstrating on the spot…

He didn’t dwell on it for long—the aroma of dinner soon pulled him in, and his stomach started protesting. He was used to eating at six, after all.

Waiting around was waiting around—might as well eat while he waited.

He went to the table, unpacked the food, and laid it out neatly. Rubbing his hands together, he dug in.

“This is seriously delicious…” He slurped a mouthful of noodles, unable to hold back his praise.

“With a six-hundred percent buff, even a god would have to take a sip of the soup before leaving, right?”

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