Starting a New Life in Tokyo by Inheriting a Shopping Street [50]

After teasing that fake-proper teacher for a bit, and killing time through every class with the photos the perverted Kaichou sent him, Chiba Shuuichi made it through another day.

No pressure about finding a job, no strict teachers—just enjoying a rose-colored school life. It really was great.

After school, Shuuichi headed straight for the shopping street. Sure enough, Ogawa Fumika was already there, clearly waiting for him.

They exchanged a look, and with perfect tacit understanding, went upstairs. Shuuichi walked behind her, his gaze roaming freely over the sheer-black-silk curve of her thighs.

As if sensing the heat of his stare, Fumika’s steps in front of him became a little unsteady. She had to grip the railing to make it up to the second floor, slightly out of breath.

“Fumika-nee, did you come here for something? Trouble with the shop’s renovations? Problems with the opening paperwork? Need me to help?”

Once upstairs, Shuuichi—as always—kept his tone unhurried, teasing with deliberate mischief.

Hearing him say that, Fumika of course knew exactly what he meant. Blushing, she gave him a soft, half-scolding look.

“Chiba-kun, you’re being mean again…”

But seeing the boy’s playful, wicked smile, she still stammered it out. “I… I missed you.”

“What did you miss about me?” Shuuichi stepped in closer, asking right at her ear.

Feeling the warm breath against her, Fumika’s slightly trembling hand settled on his shoulder. A little more accustomed than last time, she slowly lowered her head into the crook of his neck.

“I missed…”

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“Fumika-san, there has to be an equal exchange, right? I can’t be the only one giving here.”

A proper lady like her… surely she practiced her water magic in private too.

And most likely, with chanting.

Fumika turned her head away, cheeks a deep red. “Then… then I won’t ask about your ‘drinking’ thing, okay? That’s… really not something I can say out loud…”

“Oh, that so… what a shame. I was actually hoping to see it—Fumika-nee casting right in front of me.” Shuuichi’s voice was all mock regret.

“D-don’t… don’t say things like that…” Fumika ducked her head in embarrassment. Casting in front of him… was far too mortifying.

“Oh, right—Fumika-nee, do you know Sayuki-san is really bad? She’s always bragging, saying she’s touching your smooth thighs fresh from the bath—not through stockings, either—and making me jealous as hell.”

As he spoke, Shuuichi’s hand slipped to her plump thigh. The feel of silk-covered flesh was sublime.

Especially the back of the thigh—exceptional.

Smooth, delicate, soft.

But it still made him itch to rip through the sheer outer layer and explore the scented, cream-like flesh of those ample thighs hidden beneath.

“Does Chiba-kun really like them? You won’t think they’re ugly, or find them unpleasant?” Fumika asked with uncertain eyes.

Shuuichi cupped her face, gently stroking her cheek before kissing her soft, flushed lips.

“Of course. Just like Sayuki-san said, I’ve been fixated on Fumika-nee’s thighs from the very start. That one fleeting glimpse before… kept my heart itching for a long time.”

No longer hiding behind the pretense of an innocent boy, his eyes now held only a burning hunger.

That gaze made Fumika’s nerves catch fire. She felt like she was melting completely, powerless to resist. Turning her head slightly, her cheeks red, she gave a shy reply.

“If Chiba-kun really likes them… th-then… it’s okay…”

Shuuichi’s smile spread. He took her hand and led her straight into the bedroom, seating her on the bed.

“How about I help Fumika-nee, hm?” Shuuichi crouched in front of her, looking up at her face, flushed as ripe fruit.

“Mm…” Fumika turned her head, unable to meet his eyes.

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Helping a beautiful, worn-out lady with what was within his abilities—Shuuichi was convinced—was a fine and noble quality.

At least, that’s how he justified it to himself.

Pulling the zipper all the way down, he gripped the hem of her skirt with both hands, slowly tugging… but soon—

It caught.

Fumika’s face turned crimson, her shame almost unbearable. “I… I’m a little chubby, so it’s always a bit of work getting it on or off.”

“That’s not chubby—that’s perfectly full in all the right ways. I’ve said it many times, Fumika-nee’s legs and figure are first-class.”

As he spoke, Shuuichi verified it for himself several times, making sure his statement was well-considered.

“Mm…” A muffled hum escaped her lips, the blush on her face even more alluring.

With their unspoken coordination, the pencil skirt finally made it past the difficult point and dropped to the floor.

Now she was left only in her tightly stretched blouse and the familiar black pantyhose.

Just as with the skirt, Fumika cooperated, letting Shuuichi peel away the sheer black as well.

That once-fleeting view of snow-white, full, enticing thigh flesh was finally revealed again.

She reflexively moved to cover herself with one hand—but Shuuichi caught her wrist, stopping her.

And he gazed without restraint at those pale, ample thighs.

“As beautiful as I thought.”

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