Starting a New Life in Tokyo by Inheriting a Shopping Street [49]

Nase Sumire looked at Chiba Shuuichi’s infuriating smile, not believing a single word of his nonsense. But with her weakness in his grasp, all she could do was yield.

“Only to talk about COSPLAY. Nothing else. And don’t you dare bring up grades.”

Shuuichi spread his hands, amused. “Funny, I thought the one who cared about grades was sensei, not me.”

“Anyway, don’t think you can make any excessive demands. I won’t agree to them,” Sumire warned, wary.

“Of course. Definitely just COSPLAY talk,” Shuuichi said with a friendly smile, taking out his phone and giving it a little shake. “So why don’t you send me two COS photos first, sensei?”

Sumire hesitated, then nodded. “Go inside first. I’ll send them later.”

“OK.” Shuuichi didn’t press her further, letting her go. He watched her hurry through the gates, then followed at a casual pace.

Didn’t expect it to go this smoothly.

But soon, he would understand why it had gone so smoothly…

...

Noon, on the rooftop.

The Akiyama sisters were eating lunch together with Shuuichi again. While eating, Tsuki asked with some anticipation, “I did well this morning, right?”

Shuuichi nodded, satisfied. “I’ll reward you later.”

“Mm…” Tsuki’s heart rate instantly sped up with excitement.

“What reward? I want one too!” An, who’d been focused entirely on eating, suddenly looked up—catching only the keyword.

Tsuki quickly straightened up, pretending nothing was unusual. “Nothing. Kids shouldn’t ask too many questions.”

“You’re not that much older than me…” An muttered with a pout.

Shuuichi passed his bento toward her. “Here’s your reward—pick out whatever you like.”

An’s eyes lit up instantly. She promptly snatched some of the tonic dishes she’d been eyeing since morning, savoring them happily.

Tsuki didn’t bother interfering anymore—no stopping her anyway. She was more curious to press Shuuichi: “So, what’d you get out of that news you used to threaten her?”

“Don’t say it like that. ‘Threaten’? I just happened to learn about sensei’s hobby, so we had a little exchange, that’s all,” Shuuichi said righteously, then pulled out his phone to show off his spoils.

Tsuki bit her chopsticks and peered at the screen. She froze, then slowly opened her mouth, revealing the same flushed little tongue slug he’d caught sight of this morning.

The photo showed a very familiar character.

“Spy x Family?” she said at last.

“That’s right.”

“Kinda surprising.” Tsuki blinked in mild disbelief. “But thinking about it… actually makes sense.”

“Exactly.” Shuuichi nodded in mock solemnity. “With Nase-sensei’s figure, she couldn’t really pull off Yor without some padding to make up the… shortcomings.”

“But if she COSed Twilight, she’d actually look pretty cool. Probably very popular with younger girls.” Tsuki gave a fair assessment.

“Aren’t you a younger girl? And I don’t see you reacting much,” Shuuichi shot back.

Tsuki’s expression stayed cool as she spoke pure filth. “She’s not as perverted as you. Without enough perversion, I can’t get interested.

But that means you can’t use this to make her do anything weird now, right? Disappointed?”

Teased like that, Shuuichi couldn’t help giving her a hard squeeze, making her let out a stifled sound before murmuring softly:

“Kaichou really is a pervert. You like being bullied this much? How about letting your little sister see you in a pathetic state next time?”

“N-no… not that…” Tsuki’s breath caught as that hand squeezed tighter. Amid her restraint, a pleading look flickered in her eyes. “Anyone but my sister.”

Even as she said it, she was clearly more excited than usual, breathing quick as if she couldn’t wait.

Shuuichi understood immediately. You just wait—next time your sister will be the audience.

After lunch, back in the classroom, Shuuichi’s thoughts returned to Nase Sumire. This teacher was truly slippery—he still hadn’t managed to pin her down. Interesting.

Now this is a challenge.

He immediately opened his browser, using image search on the COS photos she’d sent him. It didn’t take long to lock onto a certain social media account.

A quick scan was enough to confirm—it was Nase Sumire’s alt account.

“I don’t believe you have zero black-history photos…” he muttered, scrolling through every picture she’d posted.

No luck from the photos—all male character COS, nothing that would really shame her.

But Shuuichi didn’t get discouraged. He started from the very first post, combing through carefully and checking the comments one by one.

And finally—pay dirt.

Thanks to a helpful commenter, he easily found an even older account from her middle and high school days, along with the COS work she’d posted then.

One click, and there it was—an entire gallery of famous flat-chested characters: Akemi Homura, Kagura, Misaka Mikoto, Mikasa, Nagato Yuki… even the legendary Saber.

And to be fair—she actually pulled them off quite well. At least in terms of figure accuracy, they were spot-on.

He glanced at the account’s username and almost laughed aloud.

[True Eye of the Evil King Rikka-chan]

As the class bell rang, he sent her a message: [Rikka-chan? Sensei was really cute when you were younger.】

[?!!]

Sumire’s face drained. How did he even find that?

While standing with An to greet the teacher, Shuuichi typed another: [Deleting the account now won’t help. I’ve saved screenshots. Don’t waste your effort.]

[You…]

Now she was panicking. If that got out, she wouldn’t just lose her professional standing—she’d suffer total social death, her life tumbling into the abyss.

[What do you want?]

[Hmm… haven’t decided yet. For now…]

Seeing only half the message, Sumire’s heart clenched in tension, unsure what outrageous demand he might make.

[Sensei should rest and recover first. This is coercion—you can’t refuse.] Shuuichi’s reply came with a smile.

Sumire, still tense, froze at that. Warmth welled up in her chest. This kid… has a good heart after all. Just worried about me.

And here she’d been imagining all sorts of awful things… unbecoming thoughts with no moral standing for a teacher. How could she have suspected her own student like that?

Too wrong of me…

Nase Sumire, you’re still far from being an excellent teacher. You need to have more faith in your students.

But before she could bask in self-reproach for long, another message came in.

[After all, once sensei’s healthy, we can move on to having you do more things for me.]

Sumire: ???

Give me back my warm feelings! Damn it!!!

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