Starting a New Life in Tokyo by Inheriting a Shopping Street [29]

“Come to think of it, don’t they have women-only carriages here? Why didn’t you send Class Rep there?” Chiba Shuuichi suddenly recalled this local feature.

Akiyama Tsuki waved dismissively. “Those things sound good on paper—special consideration for women and all that—but an entire carriage full of women is honestly a nightmare.”

“Go on,” Chiba urged, intrigued.

“What’s there to explain? Perfume from dozens of women mixes together—it's worse than the smell of sweat, even more nauseating. And with only women, even the smallest accidental bump can spark arguments that last until someone gets off. Everyone packed together… with a mixed crowd, at least people restrain themselves. With only women, fights break out easily. I've even seen girls deliberately step on each other with high heels just because they’re jealous. Passive-aggressive fights are practically routine.”

Tsuki clearly spoke from personal—and unpleasant—experience.

“That’s… a bit hard to believe. Is it because they don’t need to maintain appearances without men around?”

Chiba recalled TV dramas about scheming concubines in imperial courts, or stories about girls’ dormitories where four roommates might have eight different chat groups.

“Something like that. Anyway, regular carriages are just easier,” Tsuki explained. As the train pulled up, they were quickly swallowed by the surging crowd and pushed into the packed carriage.

“Is this experience really any better?” Chiba muttered sarcastically, knowing buying a car wouldn’t solve anything; during rush hour, trains were still faster.

“Quick, while there’s still space, let’s move to the side,” Tsuki said, tugging Chiba’s sleeve and guiding him to the opposite door.

She positioned herself facing the door, placing Chiba behind her, then leaned slightly back, whispering seductively in her usual cool voice:

“Do whatever you like...”

Chiba’s lips twitched in disbelief. “I want to get off the train. This clearly isn't the ride to school.”

Messing around in the ramen shop and management office was one thing—but on the train? Out of the question.

“You promised a reward,” Tsuki frowned, quietly complaining.

“I never said the reward was this. I’m not planning on getting arrested as a train pervert—” Just as Chiba was objecting, someone behind shoved abruptly forward.

Caught completely off-guard, Chiba lost his balance, pinning Tsuki against the door—her delicate face flattened adorably against the window.

“Nng…” A muffled whimper slipped from Tsuki’s throat, her cheeks quickly coloring a noticeable red.

She quietly teased, “Chiba-kun really is a pervert… You say you don’t want to, but your body’s more honest, isn’t it?”

“…” Chiba was speechless, too busy trying to maintain his footing as more passengers pressed in from behind, trapping him in place.

Already feeling cramped and uncomfortable, Chiba’s situation worsened as Tsuki deliberately breathed strange little sounds into his ear, quickly making things unbearable.

At this point, even reciting calming mantras a hundred times wouldn’t help him regain his composure—his sage-like calmness was long gone.

“Have you done this before, Chiba-kun? You seem pretty skilled at being a train pervert.” Perhaps because the carriage was stuffy, Tsuki sounded breathless.

“I have a feeling you’re going to drag my reputation straight through the mud,” Chiba grumbled sourly.

...

“I was busy yesterday and didn’t get a chance. I’ll buy it after school these days,” Tsuki said regretfully. If she'd bought it yesterday, she'd have already reported her progress to Chiba in his bedroom.

“By the way, Chiba-kun, are you interested in visiting the student council room sometime?”

“Not particularly.”

“But... we could do plenty of fun things in the student council office, couldn’t we?” After being scolded by Chiba earlier, Tsuki was now considerably more straightforward.

Too straightforward, in fact—Chiba was finding it hard to handle.

“I’ll think about it,” he replied vaguely, though he wouldn’t mind visiting when he had nothing better to do.

“It’s decided then,” Tsuki quickly sealed the deal, afraid he'd change his mind.

After transferring trains once, they finally reached their stop about half an hour later, with only a short walk remaining to school.

As they exited the station, An finally rejoined them. Noticing her sister’s unusually flushed face, she immediately showed concern. “Tsuki-neesan, are you really okay? Your face is even redder than at breakfast.”

She reached up and touched Tsuki’s forehead. “You’re a bit warm, too. Why not take a sick day? I can let the teacher know.”

“No need—I’m fine. If I really feel bad later, I’ll visit the nurse’s office,” Tsuki politely declined her sister’s offer.

The moment Tsuki mentioned the nurse’s office, Chiba instantly felt a familiar sensation. Sure enough, Tsuki shot him a suggestive glance.

The cool and distant student council president hinting about doing something fun at the nurse’s office—do I accept?

Chiba pretended not to notice, but Tsuki soon found another opportunity, whispering directly once An moved slightly ahead.

“We have gym class second period today, together with your class. How about finding an excuse to go to the nurse’s office then?”

Chiba lightly tapped her behind again, whispering back sternly, “Since when do you get to decide?”

“Nng…” Tsuki gave another suppressed whimper, the blush on her cheeks deepening again. “So… we're not going?”

“Of course we’re going,” Chiba answered resolutely.

Not for any weird reasons—just out of curiosity. After all, the nurse’s office appears a lot in anime.

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