Starting a New Life in Tokyo by Inheriting a Shopping Street [41]

“What’s this nonsense about calling me 'young master'? And who exactly is the pervert here?” Chiba Shuuichi retorted, face darkening with exasperation. But after a brief pause, he continued thoughtfully, “As for these weird things... elaborate.”

“Young master, if I cooperate, will your little maid receive a reward?” Akiyama Tsuki licked her lips, anticipation glittering in her eyes.

“Come here,” Shuuichi said, calmly seated in his chair, beckoning her closer.

Tsuki gathered her skirt slightly and approached with delicate little steps.

“Lie down,” Shuuichi pointed to his lap, gesturing for her to position herself.

Tsuki obediently laid down, the iconic blue-and-white stripes pressing against his thigh. With this posture, her uniform skirt was slightly lifted.

She knew exactly what was coming next.

“As a little maid, you still dare to bargain with your master while performing your duties. Clearly, you need a harsh punishment,” Shuuichi remarked, flexing his wrist.

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A few minutes later, Tsuki was rubbing her backside, savoring the lingering sensations. Not fully satisfied, she asked, “Is it time to inspect the maid outfit?”

“Not today. Tomorrow night,” Shuuichi sighed, feeling like he'd done enough for one day. He needed a breather, or he'd surely die of exhaustion sooner or later.

Once his fitness routine yielded some results, perhaps he could indulge himself more freely.

“All right…” Tsuki murmured, a bit disappointed. She’d rushed out to buy the maid costume, expecting an exciting night ahead. Yet, this teasing approach made her feel restless and itchy, as though ants were crawling through her heart.

“Then let’s head over to my place for dinner. Mom finished cooking and asked me to fetch you.”

Hearing that, Shuuichi suddenly had a thought: did the ramen shop’s bonus only enhance flavor? Could it perhaps also boost nutritional value?

Beyond just filling his stomach, shouldn’t good food be both nutritious and delicious?

If nutritional benefits were enhanced as well… maybe he could come up with some medicinal recipes for Mrs. Akiyama to prepare daily.

This idea seemed promising...

Combining the ramen shop’s 50% boost and the fitness studio’s 30% bonus, wouldn’t his physique quickly undergo a drastic transformation?

“Oh, by the way… about this morning… thank you.” Tsuki suddenly turned shy, averting her eyes awkwardly.

It was a stark contrast to her usual aloofness and hidden perverted tendencies.

“This morning? You mean the reward on the train?” Shuuichi asked, momentarily confused.

“That was fantastic too, but I meant the promotion for the opening,” Tsuki replied, her expression fluctuating between embarrassment and shamelessness.

“Oh.” Shuuichi nodded thoughtfully. It seemed Mrs. Akiyama’s increased sense of belonging was related to this incident. Receiving help boosted emotional attachment?

Apparently, there were various ways to raise the system’s sense of belonging...

“How was the promotional stuff handled? I just had someone take care of it, so I don’t know the details.”

“Typical rich young master, not bothering with these trivialities,” Tsuki lightly teased. “Today, someone visited Mom to finalize the promotional plan and gather materials like photos. Everything was smoothly arranged.”

“Did they charge extra?” Shuuichi probed.

“Nope,” Tsuki eyed him curiously. “They said the fees were already covered. You didn’t know that?”

Shuuichi motioned her closer, then gave her backside another playful smack.

“You’re calling me young master now; you think I’d concern myself with petty details like that? I just give the word, and someone takes care of it.”

“Mm…” Pleasure shone brightly in Tsuki’s eyes as her legs trembled faintly. Yet, she maintained the stubborn look of enduring humiliation for her family’s sake. “I—I’m sorry. Your little maid shouldn't have doubted you, young master...”

Hiss...

Shuuichi felt another surge of heat, barely restraining himself from pinning her down right then and there. This shameless student council president kept provoking him; Mrs. Ogawa was probably working herself to death trying to keep everything under control.

“Let’s eat. Quit acting weird.” His stomach was empty, distracting him from other thoughts. Filling it came first.

Before leaving, Tsuki retrieved a storage bag from her school bag and left it with Shuuichi.

It contained the newly bought maid costume. Bringing it home posed a risk of discovery, so it made sense to store it here instead.

Shuuichi didn’t mind, directly heading downstairs for dinner.

On the way down, he suddenly remembered promising Ogawa Sayuki a photo, so he turned to ask Tsuki, “Does your ramen shop sell alcohol?”

“Nope.” Tsuki shook her head.

“Forget it then.” Shuuichi wasn’t surprised. It was uncommon for ramen shops around here to sell alcohol, as eating and drinking were generally separate affairs.

Those wanting alcohol typically went to izakayas.

Moreover, the Akiyama household was run by three women. Handling drunk customers would be troublesome.

“You want to drink?” Tsuki asked, her mind already spinning with assumptions. What kind of ‘play’ would require alcohol? Was it to deliberately intoxicate her? Since suspicious drugs were off-limits, was alcohol the substitute?

Believing it was prepared especially for her, she perked up immediately. “Even though our shop doesn't sell alcohol, Mom occasionally drinks fruit-flavored cocktails. I can sneak a couple out. With her memory, she won’t notice.”

“Then sneak one over to me tonight,” Shuuichi approved, satisfied at avoiding extra trouble.

Seeing Tsuki readily agree, Shuuichi had no idea why she was so enthusiastic, but continued:

“Also, figure out a way to have your mom add goji berries to my breakfast tomorrow—or prepare them as tea.”

Medicinal recipes could come later. Goji berries first—preparation was key.

“Goji berries?” Tsuki was confused. “You like eating those?”

Shuuichi smacked her bottom again. “Little maids do as they’re told. Don’t question so much.”

“Mm…” Tsuki obediently shut her mouth, inwardly thrilled.

If I ask questions next time, will I get spanked again?

Shuuichi had absolutely no idea his actions were having the opposite effect...

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