Starting a New Life in Tokyo by Inheriting a Shopping Street [37]

The moment he took the white lunch box from Akiyama Tsuki’s hands, Chiba Shuuichi suddenly hesitated.

Given how perverted this student council president is, did she put some weird drug in here?

“Forget it, let’s not switch. I'll just use this one,” Chiba abruptly decided.

His sudden reversal immediately put Tsuki on alert. Leaning in closer, she lowered her voice accusingly. “What are you up to? If you have something against me, fine—I can handle whatever you throw at me—but leave my sister out of it!”

Chiba rolled his eyes, annoyed she was acting like he'd actually threatened her sister. He regretted not capturing the earlier perverted excitement on her face.

“I’ve told you already, I have no interest in little runny eggs. I'm just worried you might’ve put something suspicious in this lunch box!”

“Something suspicious?” Tsuki didn't immediately understand.

“What do you think?” Chiba gave her a pointed look, as if facing a hopeless pervert.

Meeting his judgmental gaze, Tsuki immediately reacted, a cascade of wild fantasies flooding her mind. Her cheeks gradually flushed, and her eyes sparkled with growing excitement.

Seeing her about to enter a second-stage awakening, Chiba quickly interrupted:

“Stop right there, don’t imagine weird things! I’m only worried you slipped a weird drug into my food!”

“That’s all?” Tsuki clicked her tongue, sounding vaguely disappointed.

Chiba's expression darkened. “What kind of things have you been reading lately? Is your brain entirely filled with trash?”

Tsuki shot him a sidelong glance, quickly donning the cold mask of the student council president. “Seems I was right about you, Chiba-kun—you knew exactly what I was imagining. And you still claim you're not a pervert?”

“At least you’re self-aware. Now shut up and eat your lunch!” Chiba pushed her away impatiently.

Yet Tsuki immediately leaned back in, biting her lip gently, staring at him with hopeful eyes.

Chiba watched her warily. “If you dare tamper with my food again, don’t ever bother approaching me in the future.”

“That's not it,” Tsuki shook her head, still looking expectant.

“Wait—don’t tell me you actually want me to put something suspicious into your lunch?” Chiba asked suspiciously.

“I...I wouldn’t exactly mind…” Tsuki replied with a perfect tsundere look. Even though she'd acted nonchalant before, the mere idea thrilled her immensely. Despite her peculiar tastes, she was still relatively new to putting these things into practice.

“Absolutely not! That’s a crime!” Chiba immediately shut down her idea. “You're seriously trying to get me sent off to prison, aren’t you?”

“And besides, it would be disrespectful to waste Akiyama-san’s delicious cooking on something like that.”

“Oh…” Tsuki reluctantly agreed. It indeed felt wrong to misuse the food her mother had lovingly prepared.

But then again, thinking of the strange items her parents kept hidden in that metal box at home, perhaps they’d done even crazier things in their youth…

“Aren’t you two going to eat? What are you whispering about?”

In the brief time they’d been distracted, Akiyama An had already devoured half her lunch, completely oblivious to her sister’s odd behavior.

“We were discussing the sports festival. It's next Monday—the second Monday of October. The student council is very busy with preparations right now,” Tsuki quickly lied. She knew how easy it was to distract her gullible little sister.

“Oh right! Do I have a meeting after school today too, then?” An realized suddenly, remembering her duties as class representative.

“Yeah, you have to come.” Only after responding did Tsuki realize this meant no time left to secretly shop for the maid costume.

She felt a pang of disappointment. Guess I’ll have to order online. It'll take longer, and I won’t be able to try it on. I’ll just have it delivered directly to Chiba’s address.

What a pity though… sneaking around, avoiding familiar faces, and secretly purchasing a maid costume was part of the play. Without that step, it just doesn’t feel quite right…

“Ah, this looks delicious—can I have one?”

While Tsuki was spacing out, An quietly leaned closer to Chiba, staring longingly at the fried tempura and octopus-shaped sausage in his lunch box.

“I don’t mind, but your sister might,” Chiba chuckled lightly. An’s innocent, gluttonous expression was genuinely adorable.

It makes me want to take care of her.

“Nee-chan~” An pleaded pitifully, eyes shining, mouth nearly drooling.

Tsuki let out a heavy sigh. This naïve girl… does she have absolutely no sense of danger? Even if Chiba-kun weren’t a dangerous guy—even just an ordinary classmate—asking for food from his lunch box so casually is already inappropriate.

“Fine, eat it…” Tsuki grumbled irritably, “You only ever think about food—”

Before she’d even finished speaking, An took that as permission and swiftly snatched her target with practiced ease, stuffing it quickly into her mouth. Her face instantly lit up with blissful satisfaction.

“...” Tsuki covered her face, unable to bear the sight. This foolish little sister… it’d be a miracle if she doesn’t get scammed someday.

After An’s initial success, Tsuki completely lost control. The lunch became increasingly lively, and Chiba felt genuinely content.

Food enhanced by the hidden system was delicious beyond comprehension. At this rate, he worried he’d soon lose interest in anything else.

Lunch break was only forty-five minutes. After eating, the rest of the afternoon flew by. With the Akiyama sisters busy at the student council, Chiba headed straight back to the shopping street, where a certain Ogawa-san was waiting eagerly for him.

...

Compared to the struggles of the morning rush hour, returning at this time was significantly quicker. By four o’clock, he was already back at his own shopping street.

Stepping through the door of the management office, he saw the familiar figure seated nervously, eyes glued anxiously to her phone, legs occasionally shifting restlessly. She clearly could hardly wait.

Before, seeing Ogawa Fumika doing that subtle squirm was relatively innocent. But now, recalling their recent experiences, it was impossible not to connect it to other things.

Those beautifully voluptuous thighs truly were a divine blessing, their taste indescribably delightful.

Sadly, Fumika herself always seemed convinced her thighs weren’t attractive, adamantly refusing to remove her stockings, as if exposing her bare thighs was somehow the most embarrassing thing imaginable.

Fumika glanced at her phone again, then anxiously back toward the door—something she'd repeated countless times already. Since Chiba had promised to return at four, she'd been counting down each second.

Seeing him suddenly appear, joy visibly brightened her features.

“Chiba-kun!”

Chiba smiled warmly, tossing his school bag carelessly aside and immediately pulling her into a tight embrace, as though trying to merge her entirely into his chest.

“Ahh… finally, I can smell your scent again, Fumika-san,” he murmured greedily, inhaling deeply against her neck. His hands gently wandered from her slender waist upward and downward alike…

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