"Hi!"

  The atant shivered and quickly stood up. She khat the president was not joking when it came to this; if she made a mistake, she would end up just like the former atant…

  "Mm." Tsuki Akiyama seemed uain, withdrawing her gaze and sing the room. Wherever her eyes he css representatives all straighteheir backs instinctively.

  "Today's task is to finalize the detailed schedule for the sports festival and the responsibilities each eeds to take on... Hmm..."

  She was halfway through speaking when she suddenly felt a hand ohigh, causing her body to stiffen immediately. She quickly gnced out of the er of her eye at Shuichi Chiba on her left.

  Sure enough, the tter had a barely noticeable smile at the er of his mouth.

  "President?" Nearly thirty people focused their attention on Tsuki Akiyama.

  With so many people watg, yet someone harassing her uhe table, Tsuki Akiyama felt as though her body was being jolted, like being pressed by a massager. The sensation was overwhelming.

  A moan, almost impossible to suppress, was about to escape her throat.

  “No, it’s nothing. I haven’t been feeling well retly.” Tsuki Akiyama covered her mouth with her left hand and forced herself to speak. “Let’s tinue… Each css will be assigned… some… tasks, and…”

  At this moment, An Akiyama raised her hand decisively. “Our css voluo mahe sports equipment ste.”

  Tsuki Akiyama’s face was almost dripping with sweat, and a blush reading across her cheeks. Upon hearing this, she felt like she was teetering on the edge.

  The sports equipment ste… Was this Shuichi Chiba’s idea?

  Oh… So, it’s finally e to this part?

  Shuichi Chiba remained as inspicuous as ever, silent, simply sav the smooth feel of the girl’s skin.

  Watg her struggle to suppress her moans, seeieetering on the brink of colpse, was strangely mesmerizing.

  There was something undeniably magic about this se—utterly captivating.

  “Sure… Other tasks… Ahem, ahem…” Tsuki Akiyama couldn’t hold bay longer. Just as she was about to let out a sound, she disguised it with a cough.

  “President!” The discipliudent leaoward her right side, worried. “You should rest for a bit. I heard from An- that your family is movily. Is it too much for you? We hahe student cil work.”

  “No need!” Tsuki Akiyama quickly deed. No way! She was just getting into it. How could she let it end like this?

  “President…” Even the vice president, who rarely spoke, couldn’t help but interject, “Your health is important. Don’t worry, I’ll oversee everything here.”

  “That’s enough! I said no!” Tsuki Akiyama gritted her teeth, her expression cold.

  The remaining student cil members hesitated but didn’t dare defy the strong-willed president. They could only sigh internally, thinking she ushing herself too hard. There was o be so demanding of herself—after all, everyone has moments when they’re unwell or not at their best.

  “Let’s tihe meeting.” Tsuki Akiyama barely finished speaking when she felt Shuichi Chiba’s hand move towards the hem of her skirt. She quickly covered her mouth again.

  …

  “President, thank you for your hard work!”

  “President, please take care of yourself!”

  “President, go home early a some rest.”

  Tsuki Akiyama nodded expressionlessly as she watched the css representatives leave.

  Ohe student cil members had also dispersed, leaving only her, her younger sister, and Shuichi Chiba in the meeting room, she finally rexed.

  Watg Tsuki Akiyama colpse onto the desk, her body trembling as she indulged in the lingeriions, Shuichi Chiba’s lips curled into a subtle smile.

  “The president is really dedicated. Even though you’re clearly feeling so unwell, you still mao fulfill your duties. Truly admirable.”

  “Mhm, mhm.” An Akiyama, oblivious, ly tapped her notebook oable and nodded repeatedly. “That’s just how my sister is. No matter what, she always gets things done.”

  “Such hard work.” Shuichi Chiba reached out and ran his hand through Tsuki Akiyama’s long, silky hair. The texture was soft and fragrant, like satin.

  “Mmm…” Tsuki Akiyama let out a long moan, raising her flushed face, her eyes hazy as she gazed at the two.

  “But this isn’t enough to make me surrender. Whatever torment fate has in store, bring it on!”

  Shuichi Chiba twitched a little at her words, shooting her a sidelong ghis perverted president was really something else.

  “Want to go home together for dinner? You don’t have more work, right, Sis?” An Akiyama, pletely ign her sister’s unusual state, clutched her growling stomach.

  Tsuki Akiyama: ‘…’

  …

  However, Tsuki Akiyama was indeed eager to get home, so the three of them ended up leaving together for a rare after-school outing.

  When they reached the bustling shopping district, it eak rush hour, and the ramen shop acked.

  “Are you really hungry now? The shop’s full. Should I ask Mom to make a separate portion for you, or do you want to wait until it quiets down aer?”

  Tsuki Akiyama sent her sister in to help while turning to Shuichi Chiba.

  Shuichi Chiba g his phone. “It’s not even six yet. I’ll eat ter, but you bring it to me when it’s ready.”

  “Why here? Even though it’s a women’ ramen shop, most such pces have male staff too. You just say you’re helping out.” Tsuki Akiyama expined, a hint of expectation ione. She liked the idea of Shuichi Chiba teasing her in the shop during business hours.

  “But I think it’d be better if my little maid delivered it to me instead. What do you think?” Shuichi Chiba chuckled softly.

  Lig her lips, Tsuki Akiyama replied, “Uood, perverted young master~.”

  “Today’s a cat-petting day. My hands are itg.” Shuichi Chiba remarked casually before heading off, leaving Tsuki Akiyama feeliedly expet.

  …

  Shuichi Chiba passed the time watg ail after seven, when Tsuki Akiyama finally arrived.

  Standing at the sed-floor doorway, he looked at her unusually nervous demeanor, amused as he sized her up.

  “Ready to demonstrate how to use that thing today?”

  “I… I am…” Tsuki Akiyama ched the hem of her skirt, her face full of hesitation and flict.

  Her ag was getting more polished, perhaps because she had imagihis se tless times in her head.

  “Are you sure you’re ready?” Shuichi Chiba’s gaze shifted toward her skirt.

  “I’m ready, you perverted young master!” Tsuki Akiyama excimed, somewhat embarrassed, as she pushed past him into the room, pg the dinner she brought onto the table before slipping into the bathroom. “I’ll go ge.”

  Watg her slightly flustered figure, Shuichi Chiba rubbed his . Was this genuine shyness or just an act? He couldn’t quite tell.

  One would think a perverted president like her would prefer demonstrating on the spot…

  But he didn’t dwell on it too much. Soon enough, the aroma of the food distracted him, and his growling stomach reminded him it was already past his usual diime.

  Why wait in vain when he could eat while waiting?

  Walking to the dining table, Shuichi Chiba unpacked the food, rubbed his hands together, and began to feast.

  “This is amazing…” He muttered, slurping his noodles and sav the fvors. “With a six-hundred-pert fvor boost, even a god wouldn’t leave without sipping the soup.”