Starting a New Life in Tokyo by Inheriting a Shopping Street [46]

Finally, the overstuffed Monday came to an end.
Chiba Shuuichi, carrying a trace of fatigue, took a long soak in the bath and then slept deeply and well.

The next morning, when the alarm went off, Shuuichi blearily opened his eyes—only to jolt awake in shock.

Akiyama Tsuki, already in her school uniform, was kneeling with perfect posture on the floor beside his bed, staring straight at him without blinking.

“What the hell are you doing?” Shuuichi pressed a hand over his pounding chest.

“Isn’t a little maid supposed to wait by the young master’s side to help him wake up?” Tsuki explained with complete seriousness.

“Absolutely unnecessary!” Shuuichi shot her an annoyed look. “And how did you get in here? I’m sure I locked the door.”

Tsuki pointed toward the balcony. “It’s easy to just hop over from the next balcony.”

Shuuichi covered his face. “Next time I’m locking the balcony door too.”

“Then should I kneel on the balcony and wait?” Tsuki, hearing that, actually sounded a little expectant.

“You just want to get caught, don’t you?” The corner of Shuuichi’s mouth twitched. He sat up. “Well? Aren’t you here to help me get up?”

“Oh.” Tsuki’s eyes flicked toward the uneven bulge under the thin blanket, and she swallowed, clearly recalling certain scenes she’d seen before.

“Is that also part of a maid’s duties? For a pervert like young master, it should be, right?”

Shuuichi gave her a flat look. “You’re just a rough maid for sweeping floors. Think something like that would be your turn? At most you’d have the privilege of helping push a little.”

“Gu…” The moment Tsuki was so dismissively looked down on, a flush rose to her cheeks, her body visibly trembling, her mind already conjuring up far more indecent scenes.

Helping push… for someone else? Serving him and another woman?

Mm… I can’t…

Her thighs pressed together, breath coming faster, but at Shuuichi’s urging she still forced her wobbly legs to lift her body and began helping him dress.

Tooth-brushing, washing up—those went without saying.

After figuring out this perverted Kaichou’s true nature, Shuuichi knew that speaking nicely to her was pointless; the worse his attitude, the more excited she became.

Once they were done, Shuuichi gave her a sharp slap on the rear.

“Mmm…” Tsuki let out a muffled hum, a shiver of pleasure running through her. The trip over this morning hadn’t been for nothing—this was exactly what she’d been waiting for.

“Come here, let me add a buff for you.”

Before heading downstairs, Shuuichi decided to give Tsuki a bit of special attention—after all, with Mrs. Akiyama’s cooking so delicious, looking after her daughter felt only right.

“You… you pervert, what are you planning this time?” Tsuki kept her face in a look of disdain, but her legs obediently carried her toward him.

When she saw him pull a marker pen from the drawer, she instantly understood and lifted her skirt without prompting.

“Go ahead. I knew you wouldn’t let me off so easily. Pour all those perverted thoughts onto me if you want—but I won’t yield!”

Rolling his eyes, Shuuichi deftly wrote a 正 on each of her thighs. “Take these to school. Every class, send me a photo for inspection.”

“…Got it…” Tsuki lowered her skirt, thighs pressed tight together. Just thinking about walking into school like this had her heartbeat quickening.

Chiba-kun really knows what he’s doing…

More… give me more…

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After the two of them wasted so much time, they finally went downstairs to the ramen shop. Mrs. Akiyama’s breakfast was already set out, and she was in the middle of packing the lunch boxes.

One glance at the food, and Shuuichi’s face stiffened.

What… was all this?

Scallop and seafood porridge, steamed egg with scallop, grilled sea bass, mushroom and chestnut rice, goji berry soup with loofah…

It wasn’t just that there were so many dishes—something about them felt strangely familiar.

Shuuichi’s brow furrowed in thought until it finally clicked.

In his previous life, during a company dinner, a greasy middle-aged manager had ordered this exact combination and, grinning lasciviously, asked the young female colleague beside him if she knew the “benefits” of these dishes.

The colleague had giggled and said she didn’t—but from her expression, it was obvious she was pretending ignorance, waiting for the manager to show off.

Sure enough, every one of these was a tonic food!

Shuuichi felt numb. He’d assumed Mrs. Akiyama had no idea what goji berries were for and would just think it was a special food he happened to like.

Never expected she not only understood, but knew even more than he did—going straight for the full set.

He really wanted to explain to her that he was just taking precautions, not already… lacking. But how was he supposed to say that?

Tch…

Now his reputation was really taking a hit—no one would think he was a pervert; they’d think he was already “weak.”

He quietly pinched Tsuki’s backside, gritting his teeth as he asked under his breath, “What exactly did you tell your mom last night?”

“Mm…” Tsuki half-closed her eyes in enjoyment, humming softly, cheeks flushed. “Just… mm… told her to put goji berries… mm… in your food.”

“Did you say it was my request?” Shuuichi’s grip tightened slightly.

“N-no…” Tsuki clung to the counter for support, her voice trembling. This feeling—too stimulating.

“Good. Good.” Shuuichi let out a breath and released her.

That left Tsuki dissatisfied. If she’d known answering “no” would end the fun, she would’ve said “yes.”

Busy at the counter, Mrs. Akiyama glanced over at the two of them with a knowing smile. Young people’s games… Don’t worry, Mama will cooperate.

Shuuichi’s mental composure was rock-solid; where most people would’ve been awkward facing Mrs. Akiyama just after pinching her daughter’s backside, he still smiled and greeted her—using the very same hand.

“Today’s breakfast is just as lavish—and every dish is exactly what I wanted. Can you read minds, Mrs. Akiyama?”

“If Chiba-kun likes them, I can make them more often. Actually, these are dishes Tsuki-chan and An-chan’s father used to enjoy. I learned them especially for him.” Mrs. Akiyama said it openly, without a hint of embarrassment.

“Oh?” Shuuichi raised an eyebrow. Looked like Kaichou’s father had it tough too, back in the day.

“What a coincidence. But Akiyama-san's really lucky—your wife is so capable, and her cooking is this delicious.”

Mrs. Akiyama’s smile bloomed, her hand going to her cheek. “Right? Right? I’m actually pretty amazing!”

“Mom, why don’t I get any?”

Somehow, Akiyama An had come downstairs. Leaning against the counter’s edge, standing on tiptoe, she peeked into the lunch boxes, a slight pout on her face.

“I want to eat these too!”

“Nope. These are made especially for Chiba-kun. Don’t throw a childish tantrum.” Mrs. Akiyama tapped her on the forehead and nudged her away.

An puffed out her cheeks, fuming like a little pufferfish. Then her eyes rolled slyly, and she gave up protesting.

Fine. I’ll just snatch some from Chiba-kun at lunch.

That way, my own lunch box can be filled with other stuff instead. Perfect!

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