Fumika Ogawa, still feeling a bit dazed, ulled away by her sister. She couldn’t quite figure out how it had ended up with all three of them going to the movies together.

  But holy, this was already good enough. Just being able to watch a movie with Shuichi was more than enough to make her happy.

  Plus, not having to leave her sister behind and send her home alo she didn’t have to wrestle with any guilt.

  As for Sayuki Ogawa, she was well aware of what kind of tricks that little rascal Shuichi ying.

  Still, due to some plicated emotions, she her refused nor tried to stop him. Instead, she seemed to half-heartedly go along with it.

  Shuichi personally escorted the two of them to the door, watg as the sisters walked off together. He couldn’t help but feel a growing sense of anticipation for the three-person date pnned for the evening.

  Of course, the location couldn’t be the ramen shop door.

  Sure, Mrs. Akiyama’s ramen was far better than anything outside, but there were a few issues. For ohe shop was small, with only two-person booths—hardly aodating for three.

  For another, it wasn’t a good pce for any discreet moves. The risk was too high.

  Besides, the shop was reopening tomorrow, which meant it would probably be crowded—a poor choice for a date.

  After several subtle tests, Shuichi Chiba had mostly firmed his theory: as long as he didn’t directly front Sayuki Ogawa with the truth and instead slowly warmed her up like boiling a frog in lukewarm water, there likely wouldn’t be much resistance.

  P this, he opehe system interfa his mind for a quice.

  Just as he’d expected, her of their sense of belonging scores had increased.

  “Shuichi-kun, are you so impatient that you have to stand here waiting? Uo suppress your twisted thoughts?”

  The teasing voice immediately clued Shuichi in—Tsuki Akiyama had snuck over.

  “Aren’t you supposed to be helping your mom prepare for tomorrow? Isn’t the shop reopening then?” Shuichi refocused and turned his attention to the aloof-looking girl standing before him.

  Speaking of aloof, Shuichi found it increasingly difficult to associate the word with this self-procimed obsessive president.

  Yet somehow, to everyone else, the description still fits her perfectly.

  “Mom’s been w from m until night the past few days. Everything is more or less ready. I’m just double-cheg for anything she might’ve missed.” Tsuki expined casually.

  This so-called obsessive president wasly free herself. Between the demanding responsibilities of the student cil, attending cram school on weekends, helping her scatterbrained mother at home, and tut her airheaded younger sister, her pte was already full.

  Despite her packed schedule, Tsuki Akiyama still mao carve out time to e here for… well, let’s just say some “eai.”

  For her, it wasn’t just an excuse. Tsuki truly came seeking a thrill.

  "Should we eat first?" Shuichi Chiba g the time. It was already 6:30 PM. Though he wasn’t particurly hungry yet, pying a game before eating would have been fioo.

  "I get it—you’re after that, aren’t you? Truly a pervert."

  Tsuki bit her lip before adopting an expression of mock humiliation, as though she was being bullied. In an overly relut tone, she stammered:

  "Does the young master want to eat dinner first, or… o-or eat me first?"

  "Dinner," Shuichi answered without hesitation or mercy.

  "Ugh…" Tsuki staggered dramatically as though struck by a heavy blow, secretly delighted inside.

  "Stop enjoying yourself over there. I told you, dinner first. I’ve done a lot of physical work today and I’m starving." Shuichi shot her an annoyed gnce.

  "Dinner’s not ready yet." Tsuki pouted.

  With a sigh, Shuichi grabbed her arm and started dragging her ihen why did you even ask? Fine—I'll eat you first."

  The rough tugging pyed directly into one of Tsuki Akiyama's many daydream sarios. She lightly resisted, squirming as she murmured in feigned protest.

  "No, stop it, you pervert... don’t..."

  Shuichi Chiba immediately let go of her arm. "Really don’t want it? Fine, I’ll go eat dinner."

  Tsuki pouted in dissatisfa. "’t you at least py along a little? Don’t all men like this kind of sario? Isn’t it b if there’s ance?"

  "This is just you enjoying the idea of being coerced, isn’t it?" Shuichi retorted, giving her a sharp sma her ass. "Stop wasting time and go mop the floor."

  "Mmm..."

  The sp seemed to invigorate Tsuki, as a blush crept over her face.

  She walked ahead of him, deliberately lifting her skirt to give him a better view of her blue-and-white striped panty.

  "By the way, those Ogawa dies seem to visit you quite a lot, don’t they?"

  "Yeah." Shuichi’s gaze lingered ohighs as he reached out and gave one a squeeze.

  "Ahh..." Tsuki let out another soft, pleased moan before tinuing, "They seem pretty geous, with stunning figures. They probably suit your tastes, right? Do you..."

  "Does a little maid like you think she has the right to meddle in her young master’s private affairs?" Shuichi interrupted her, his reply as blunt as it was dismissive.

  "Um……"

  Tsuki's legs bee a little weak.

  "If it were Teacher Nagase, it would be more exg..." Tsuki suddenly said something shog.

  Shuichi Chiba couldn't help but give a sideways gnce when he heard this, this ...... does indeed souing enough.

  But it's too evil, this 't be.

  Shuichi Chiba felt that it couldn't be like this, it always felt like he was falling into the abyss step by step.

  “Chiba-kun is indeed a pervert, very heartwarming, isn't it?” Tsuki noticed Shuichi Chiba's expression and said with a smirk.

  ‘It was a suggestion from you, you perverted girl.’

  “...... “Shuichi Chiba suddenly felt a bit helpless.

  After spping her butt and prodding her a bit, Tsuki got up.

  Shuichi Chiba sat in the living room and watched as she ged into her maid's outfit in front of him, and with seductive movements, she wheeled her way into the white silk, and then began her maid's work.

  Tsuki took a rag, cocked her skirt, and wiped the floor bit by bit.

  After ging into white silk, it really fit much better thaerday's bck cotton socks.

  The white silk wasn't too thick, and the pink teeoes were vaguely visible, and the slender, small, white and feet looked delicate and tantalizing.

  Shuichi Chiba is also not as tired today as yesterday, at this moment, his energy is still high, looking at it, he 't help but reach out his hand and catch a small white silk foot over to py with it.

  “You, what do you want to do?”

  Tsuki, whose foot was grabbed, asked, after waiting for half a day, this guy finally made a move, it was not in vain that she had specially washed her feet over as soon as she heard about Shiraito.

  Her tone is panicked, her expression is expet, the whole foot is struggling, but the toes keep hooking in the palm of Shuichi Chiba's hand, highlighting a cut.

  Shuichi Chiba ched the restless white silk little foot, lightly chortled, ''What for? You'll find out in a moment, but who gave you permission to stop w?”

  Tsuki ched her lips and was forced to cross one leg and tinue scrubbing the floor, waiting with apprehensive excitement, w what exactly Shuichi Chiba was going to do to her foot ......