Experience the feeling of a kiss?

Shuichi looked at Ichika’s exquisite face, her clear eyes that didn’t flinch, and his heart almost skipped a beat.

For such a perfect woman to make this kind of request with a natural expression, especially when they were both nakedly honest with each other, was something he wouldn’t even dare to dream of, right?

"Is it difficult for you?" Ichika asked when he didn’t speak.

Shuichi snapped back to his senses. "Not difficult, just a little surprising. And is this really okay? It’s your first kiss, isn’t it? To give it to me."

"First kiss? It doesn’t seem to mean much to me. Besides you, Shuichi-kun, there doesn’t seem to be anyone else I could give it to," Ichika said, unconcerned.

"If that’s the case, then I have no problem. Shall we start now?" Shuichi suddenly felt a trace of nervousness.

Honestly, he hadn’t been the least bit nervous when he tricked Fumika into kissing him back then.

"Is there any preparation needed? If it’s oral hygiene, I already took care of it when I showered," Ichika said quite formally, as if she were genuinely collecting material or even doing research.

"This is fine. Although we could apply some lip balm to enhance the experience, for the first time, I feel something purer might be better?"

As Shuichi spoke, he moved closer to her, their thighs touching.

The faint, elegant scent from Ichika’s hair and her skin all gave him a sense of unreality.

As the distance between them closed, Ichika cooperatively turned to the side, offering her lips, revealing their crystalline sheen and the delicate, alluring lines upon them to him without reservation.

Shuichi and Ichika looked into each other’s eyes. Her natural and composed gaze made him inexplicably timid, as if he felt the guilt of desecrating a goddess.

But that feeling was fleeting. After all, he was capable of tricking a foolish girl while bearing that same guilt.

The moment their noses lightly touched, Shuichi tilted his head slightly and pressed his lips against hers.

Soft, smooth, sweet...

The dim light of the living room made Shuichi lose his sense of time. He didn’t know how long had passed—it could have been an instant, or it could have been several minutes—before he slowly pulled back.

"How did it feel?"

Ichika gently pursed her lips, as if savoring and confirming the experience, then gave a faint smile.

"Surprisingly, it wasn’t bad. Without experiencing it personally, it’s really impossible to understand through text. I even thought I would be repulsed by this sort of thing, but as it turns out..."

Shuichi raised an eyebrow slightly. "Shall we continue? I can hand the initiative back to you, Ichika-san. You don’t have to worry about me becoming impulsive."

"Is that okay? I have no experience or technique in this area." Ichika was tempted; taking control would indeed give her a greater sense of security.

Without a word, Shuichi lay down on the sofa. "Just think of me as a practice dummy. Ichika-san can do whatever she wants to me~"

Hearing this, Ichika blinked. "That sounds like a plot from some fantasy novel." The female protagonist, shut away in her house, practices living a normal life with a dummy every day, and then one day, the dummy gains its own consciousness."

"Is there a novel like that? If not, maybe Ichika-san could try writing one? It sounds quite interesting," Shuichi said, watching her get up and take a step closer.

Ichika leaned over, the soft strands of her hair brushing lightly against his chest, stirring an irrepressible, ticklish sensation within him.

"Then I’ll have to collect more material to write it more realistically, won’t I?"

Saying that, she tucked her hair behind her ear and took the initiative to kiss Shuichi’s lips, savoring the experience.

Bending over was tiring, so Ichika had to support herself with her hands on his chest. The scorching heat transmitted from her palms made her body feel inexplicably weak.

Before long, she was lying on Shuichi’s chest, which was the only way she could hold his face and continue kissing him.

Just as he had promised, Shuichi endured with great willpower, not moving an inch, truly giving her complete control.

Countless times, he felt the impulse to tightly embrace her smooth body in his arms, to merge it into his own to cool his restless body temperature, but he held back every time.

From clumsy to gradually grasping the key points, her body’s instincts allowed Ichika to quickly become proficient.

After a long while, she raised her head, a hint of mist now in her clear eyes. "I really am starting to want a dummy like you, Shuichi-kun."

"Why does it feel like Ichika-san is saying something terrifying," Shuichi couldn’t help but retort.

Ichika couldn’t help but laugh at his words, a much happier laugh than usual. "Were you scared?"

"I feel like I’m going to be turned into a specimen."

"Then will you still dare to come, Shuichi-kun?" Ichika gently caressed his chest, feeling its warmth.

It had been so many years since she’d had skin-to-skin contact with anyone. This simple touch allowed her to experience a different kind of tranquility.

"As long as Ichika-san needs me, I will come," Shuichi said, looking at her seriously, making a promise.

"I need you, Shuichi-kun," Ichika said, looking at him, her gaze as soft as water.

Such a simple, direct statement struck Shuichi’s heart, making it tremble. "I won’t let Ichika-san down."

"Mm... Tomorrow, can you be my dummy again?" Ichika lowered her head, kissing his lips once more, but her hand slid down from his chest.

"As long as Ichika-san needs..." Shuichi allowed her every action, kissing her back.

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[Fumika Ogawa, Sense of Belonging: 90]

[Sayuki Ogawa, Sense of Belonging: 90]

[Tamako Akiyama, Sense of Belonging: 80]

[Ichika Kitagawa, Sense of Belonging: 60]

[Haruka Igawa, Sense of Belonging: 10]

[Current Monthly Salary: 3,400,000 Yen]

In the bedroom, Shuichi looked at the system interface and sighed with emotion. It really wasn’t easy. Collecting rent was such hard work; it practically required him to be a saint.

Having a peerless beauty in his arms and not being able to make a move—is that something a man can endure?

"But there’s a bit of a problem..." Shuichi muttered.

"What problem?" Tsuki had just climbed in from the balcony and heard him talking to himself, so she couldn’t help but ask.

"I don’t recall summoning you for night service, did I? What are you doing here at this hour?" Shuichi skillfully wrapped his arm around her thigh, kneading the smooth flesh.

"Aren’t we going on the swing today?" Tsuki licked her lips, asking expectantly.

"No, I’m going to sleep." Shuichi lightly patted her thigh, making a soft slapping sound.

His mind was busy pondering why Ichika’s sense of belonging hadn’t increased, even though she had also made a move yesterday.

This... could it be that yesterday was purely out of curiosity and research?

Is that even possible?

This is truly metaphysical...

"Did Kitagawa-san cause any trouble for Master today? Does Master not need his little maid’s help?" Tsuki proactively rubbed her leg against him, blowing her hot, sweet breath towards his ear.

"Aren’t you busy lately? The student council must have a lot to do for the school festival, right?"

Shuichi’s day had been fulfilling enough; he really didn’t want to go out swinging in the cold late at night.

"The student council is primarily coordinating and auditing. The planning department handles the specific tasks under the executive committee."

When speaking of her official duties, a trace of seriousness appeared on Tsuki’s face, which created a stark contrast with her current wanton actions.

Shuichi, who had already been tired, suddenly felt his spirits rise again.

"Alright then, going out to play for a bit is fine," Shuichi said as he got up. He picked up his phone from the table and suddenly thought of Naomi.

"Hmm... I really can’t go to sleep this early. Naomi-sensei might message me. And, well, there might be something even more important."

"What’s more important?" Tsuki instantly became excited, sticking to him like glue, grinding against him as she followed him downstairs.

"I gave the last little gift to Naomi-sensei at noon. She accepted it and promised to use it. I just don’t know if she’ll use it tonight," Shuichi said, also quite expectant.

"You’ve already progressed to this stage?" Tsuki was greatly surprised. "When can I go and have a ’chat’ with Naomi-sensei?"

"Don’t even think about it. Naomi-sensei has been feeling down recently. Besides, she’s not like Sumire-sensi. She’s a very proper person. She wouldn’t have any common ground with a weirdo like you," Shuichi said irritably.

After leaving the management office and walking a short distance, Shuichi suddenly stopped and turned to look upstairs.

"She’s not there today. I already checked before I came out. An-chan is sleeping soundly," Tsuki said with great confidence.

"Yeah, An-chan is definitely not there, but... your mother is," Shuichi felt a bit numb.

"Mother?"

Tsuki froze and quickly looked back, but the figure was already gone. Only the slight flutter of the curtains proved that someone had just been peeking from the second floor.

"Let’s go." Shuichi didn’t care anymore. Mrs. Akiyama must have known what was going on for a long time anyway.

Soon, they arrived at the park again.

It was the same familiar swing. After Shuichi sat down, Tsuki held onto... the iron chains, sat down, and steadied herself.

Compared to Fumika, Tsuki’s body seemed small and light. Shuichi held her in his arms without feeling any weight. With a light push of his foot on the ground, the swing began to move.

Tsuki began to swing along with it.

"Master..." She writhed, rubbing her face against Shuichi’s neck.

"What is it now? I’ve told you several times, don’t move around, or the swing might flip over," Shuichi said irritably.

"The phone..."

It dawned on Shuichi. He’d almost forgotten.

But as the screen lit, before he could even open the app, he saw that Naomi had already sent him a message at some point.

[Are you asleep, Shuichi-kun?]

Shuichi wrapped one arm around the chain to hold Tsuki in his lap, while his other hand deftly typed on the screen.

[Not yet. I was anxiously waiting for a message from you, sensei.]

Seeing the text on the screen, Naomi’s previously furrowed brow instantly relaxed, and a hint of a smile appeared on her lips.

[Do you miss me?]

[Of course, I do.]

[How much?]

Just as Shuichi was about to reply, Tsuki started acting up again. He couldn’t help but suck in a sharp breath. "Don’t move, I’m busy replying to Naomi-sensei."

"Oh... then can you open the app first?" Tsuki settled down a bit, but was still impatient.

"Wait." Feeling exhausted, Shuichi exited LINE, switched to another app, started it, and then immediately switched back to LINE.

However... he had started the wrong one.

Naomi looked at the "little gift" by her pillow that had suddenly come to life. She was stunned for a moment, then replied, half-annoyed and half-amused:

[Is this how you miss me?]

Shuichi was now completely multitasking—swinging, holding Tsuki with one hand to keep her from falling off, and busy operating two apps and replying to messages. It was hard not to get mixed up.

Realizing he had started the wrong, he reacted quickly and played along with his mistake:

[I want you to relax, sensei. Just using words feels too superficial.]

[You delinquent.]

[Sensei must be in a bad mood now, right? I don’t know what it’s like for women, but when boys are in a bad mood, they have special ways to cheer themselves up. It’s very effective.] [Last time you said that when boys are sad, looking at thighs makes them feel better.]

[Those two aren’t mutually exclusive, are they? They can totally be done together.]

[...] He actually had a point. Naomi was suddenly at a loss for words.

"Master~~~" Feeling neglected, Tsuki grew dissatisfied. Although swinging was fun, she wanted something more exciting.

Shuichi quickly switched back to the previous app, restarted it, and immediately returned to LINE. He then held the phone in front of Tsuki so she could read his conversation with Naomi along with him.

Only then did Tsuki settle down.

Busy, so very busy.

[Sensei, you said you would use it...] Shuichi followed up with a slightly wronged-looking emoji.

Tsuki, gripping the iron chains tightly, panted lightly with her mouth slightly open. Seeing this, she couldn’t help but glance sideways. "Master is even resorting to acting cute? Don’t you feel embarrassed?"

Shuichi let out a grunt. "It would be stupid not to use a natural age advantage, wouldn’t it?"

"No wonder Master can trick so many..." Tsuki felt she had gained a deeper understanding of him.

"What do you mean ’trick’? Watch your words. It’s clearly a matter of mutual benefit," Shuichi said irritably.

With Fumika, it was mutual consolation. With Sayuki, it was fulfilling her childhood expectations. With Ichika, it was filling the void in her heart and helping her experience what she was missing.

The Akiyama sisters offered themselves freely. Sumire was already into that sort of thing, just stubborn. And with Naomi, it was to soothe her emotions.

Where was the trickery?

As it turned out, acting cute and young was effective.

After receiving the cute emoji, Naomi couldn’t help but chuckle. She hesitantly picked up the small gift, watching it vibrate in her palm.

[Mmm...]

Receiving the reply, Shuichi’s spirits lifted. He nearly lost control of the swing’s momentum, almost sending Tsuki flying... off.

[Sensei?]

[I’m using it...]

[!!!]

[Are you very excited, Shuichi-kun?]

Naomi gently bit her lip, looking at the screen. The gloom in her heart was gradually replaced by a different, strange emotion.

[Extremely excited. I’m imagining what you look like right now, sensei.]

[I’m not sending you a picture, so don’t even think about it.]

[Ah, you read my mind. sensei, you’re so beautiful and charming, and yet your mind is so sharp too. Are you trying to make it impossible for ordinary women to live?]

Naomi smiled. [I’m happy to receive your compliments, Shuichi-kun, but I’m still not sending you a picture.]

[Can I hear your voice then, sensei?] Shuichi immediately sent an emoji with expectant eyes.

Naomi hesitated for a moment, then sat up, leaning against the headboard, her legs crossed and entwined. [...Since it’s so late, I’ll make an exception and satisfy you just this once, Shuichi-kun.]

Upon receiving the reply, Tsuki seemed even more excited than Shuichi.

However, since the swing was making noise, they had to stop for now. But Tsuki refused to leave his lap, clinging to him.

With no other choice, Shuichi handed her the phone to hold while he, in a practiced motion, grabbed both her thighs and lifted her up.

Then he got up and started walking towards the small woods.

Tsuki felt the ligaments in her thighs stretch. The tingling sensation made her body tremble slightly, but she still dutifully made the call.

"Shuichi-kun?" Naomi’s voice was relatively steady, but coming through the speakerphone, it sounded somewhat different from usual.

"It’s so nice to hear your voice before going to sleep, sensei." Shuichi walked steadily along the forest path.

It was only because Tsuki was light. If it were someone else, he might not have been able to do it so easily.

"Me too. Your voice is exceptionally reassuring, Shuichi-kun," Naomi replied softly, her voice tinged with fatigue but also a hint of a smile.

"Do you want to talk to me about it?" Shuichi subconsciously kneaded the girl’s delicate thighs.

Tsuki trembled with excitement, holding the phone for him with one hand while secretly kissing his neck.

"I’m a little tired. I don’t really feel like talking about it." Naomi was wearing earphones, her head lowered as she gently played with the lanyard, and then let out a slight, trembling sound.

Shuichi shivered along with her. "Sensei... that sound just now."

Naomi bit her lip and said, "Isn’t this what you wanted to hear, Shuichi-kun? How was it? Was it seductive enough?"

"It was so seductive my heart went numb," Shuichi said with all sincerity.

"Then... where are your hands right now, Shuichi-kun?" Naomi suddenly asked in a low, mysterious voice.

Hearing this, Shuichi was stunned. Wait, this isn’t right. Why does that sound so familiar? Is this another boomerang?

He looked down. His hands were clearly on the girl’s thighs, but he couldn’t say that.

"They’re not anywhere..."

"You’re not being a good boy, Shuichi-kun. Giving me this kind of gift, yet you avoid talking about it yourself."

Naomi gently wound the lanyard around her finger, a smile covering her face, completely devoid of the sorrow and gloom she had shown in front of her family.

"It’s mainly because... I’m afraid of embarrassing myself in front of you, sensei. Not only did I give you a gift, but I actually also..."

Shuichi didn’t finish, but Naomi completed the thought in her own mind and couldn’t help but laugh. "So, are you also using a toy right now, Shuichi-kun?"

Shuichi turned to look at Tsuki and saw her face flushed with a strange crimson. Her eyes had practically turned into hearts.

"Ah, something like that..."

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