On Tuesday morning, after their escapades, Shuichi and Tsuki Akiyama walked down to the ran shop. An’s big, bright eyes imdiately began scrutinizing them.
"What’s wrong?" Shuichi reached out and ruffled her hair.
An swayed back and forth from his touch, her face pouting. "You went out and had fun again without ."
"Huh?" Shuichi and Tsuki were both taken aback. "When did we go out without you?"
"Last night. I saw you. Shuichi-kun and big sister went to the little park across the street." An pouted, clearly upset.
"..." Shuichi was speechless. He hadn’t expected her to see them.
"Going to the park in the middle of the night? Were you two on a date?" Mrs. Akiyama’s voice chid in from behind the counter, sounding like she was enjoying the drama.
"Your father and I used to do that, too, going to the little grove in the park at night. We would even bring..."
"Cough..." Tsuki quickly interrupted. Why was her mother saying all this, especially with a child present? "We weren’t just having fun; we were discussing sothing."
"You’re a big liar, sister. You talk bad about Shuichi-kun but then you go out with him at night..." An complained, feeling incredibly wronged. What kind of awful sister was this?
Seeing her pathetic little face, Shuichi couldn’t help but find it amusing. "Alright, alright, don’t be sad. I’ll take you to the supermarket later, and we won’t bring your sister. How about that?"
"Really?" An’s mood instantly brightened.
"Really. Now eat up; it’s almost ti for school." Shuichi smoothly got her to drop the subject.
Mrs. Akiyama’s gaze, however, was far more aningful. She was very curious about what the two of them had been doing in the park.
After breakfast, it was just another regular school day.
However, for the other students, it wasn’t so ordinary. Mid-term exams had just finished, and the school festival was just a few days away, running from Sunday to Tuesday.
The next few days were for intense preparations.
Of course, many things had already been in the works since the previous week.
The school festival committee, led by the student council, had been established, and all the plans and arrangents were already made.
The main focus now was on the individual class and club projects.
"Shuichi, what do you think our class should do?"
After the second-period biology class, Uchida eagerly ca to find Shuichi to discuss it.
"What’s the point of two shut-ins like us thinking about it so much? We’ll just see what they propose and vote for sothing, whatever."
Shuichi had more important things to do and wasn’t in the mood. He patted Uchida’s shoulder and got up to leave.
"You’re a shut-in?" Uchida rolled his eyes. Seeing him about to run off, he quickly followed. "Wait, wait, there’s sothing important."
"What is it? Hurry up and tell ; I’m busy." Shuichi didn’t stop, his steps firm as he headed toward the student council.
"It’s my aunt again. She keeps asking where you live, and I don’t know. So she asked to go and check on my cousin’s situation. So, you know, is that a good ti?"
Uchida was scratching his head. As a shut-in, he really couldn’t be bothered with this kind of thing. Even going near his friend’s house was too much effort.
Not to ntion having to visit the cousin who used to bully him all the ti when he was little.
"It’s not inconvenient at all. You should already know where I live. The class president’s ran shop was on TV before, rember?" Shuichi couldn’t help but ask.
"Huh?" Uchida was stunned. "Oh, yeah, I forgot about that."
"So, when do you want to go?"
"How about... tomorrow?"
Shuichi considered his schedule. Mornings and evenings were the busiest, and his days at school were far from relaxed.
The only free ti he had was a short window after school until dinner, maybe two or three hours.
"Okay, tomorrow after school. You can just follow ."
"Yeah, whatever. I don’t really go to club activities anyway. The shogi club doesn’t have much to prepare for the festival." Uchida said nonchalantly.
"Anything else?"
"Nope..."
"Then why are you still following ?" Shuichi pointed at the student council office sign. "Do you want to co in with ?"
Uchida was startled, realizing he’d walked all the way there without noticing. "You... What are you... Never mind, I won’t ask. Take care, Shuichi. I’m out of here."
He turned to run, but stopped after a couple of steps—blocked by a disciplinary committee mber.
"You too, Uchida. I’m going in now."
Shuichi chuckled, opened the student council president’s office door, and walked inside.
"Chi..." Uchida’s face fell, and he hung his head in despair.
The disciplinary committee mber’s eyes, however, lit up. "Hand over the prohibited manga you’re carrying today!"
*
When Shuichi entered the office, he saw Sumire was already there, standing anxiously by the window, pretending to look at the scenery.
He locked the door behind him. The small click of the latch made Sumire flinch.
"Sensei is very punctual today, even proactive. It looks like you’re really serious about Ichika-san," Shuichi said playfully, walking to the desk.
Tsuki was sitting there, examining a bunny-girl outfit.
"Not just punctual, Sensei is very thoughtful, too," She said, looking up, licking her lips, and holding up a few items for him to see.
"Stockings of different colors, thicknesses, and sheens, even fishnet stockings of varying densities, and a few different kinds of bunny tails..."
Shuichi’s eyes lit up. "That bunny tail..."
"It’s just like the cat one from before," Tsuki said, her eyes twinkling.
They both looked at Sumire. She turned her head away, her toes twitching uncomfortably inside her shoes.
Blushing, she explained, "I was afraid you wouldn’t keep your promise and would just keep toying with . I prepared everything I could. If you’re still not satisfied with this, I’ll never believe anything you say again!"
"Sensei is really going all out for Ichika-san..." Shuichi sighed in appreciation, taking the bunny tail from Tsuki.
"By the way... does Sensei know that you have to prepare for wearing this tail?"
"Yes..."
At the ntion of that, Sumire beca even more uncomfortable. She couldn’t believe how embarrassing it was to prepare herself that morning before leaving the house!
No! She couldn’t think about it, or her brain would overload.
"Then, Sensei, please put it on." Shuichi said, handing her the bunny tail.
Sumire bit her lip tightly, her heart pounding. Her face was flushed, her voice trembling but firm as she replied, "I understand."
"Don’t be so nervous. The president’s played a lot more than you have. You’ve seen her, right? And with Sensei going to such lengths, I’d really feel guilty if I didn’t keep my promise," Shuichi said, trying to comfort her.
"I hope so..." Sumire actually felt a little less nervous. After all, she had pulled on Tsuki’s cat tail before.
"Which stockings?"
"This one." Shuichi thought for a mont and chose a pair of black fishnets.
"Mai Sakurajima didn’t wear those..." Sumire muttered.
"That’s why it was so smart of you to prepare so well, Sensei," Shuichi said with a smile.
"Sensei even prepared to replicate her body type," Tsuki said, pulling a special material out of her bag used for padding out clothes.
"Ichika-san’s charm is truly sothing else, to make a strict female teacher willing to go to such lengths." Shuichi shook his head in amazent.
"Stop it..." Sumire’s face was beet red at the ntion of her being a teacher.
"No, we have to talk about this. While Sensei’s efforts are respectable, this will only drive you and Ichika-san further apart," Shuichi said seriously.
"...Then why are you shoving this outfit into my hands? Why don’t you just let go?! You asshole!"
Sumire snatched the bunny-girl outfit, angrily pulled the curtains, and went into a corner to change.
"Could you two... turn around?"
"No."
"Sensei watched in my little maid cosplay, didn’t you? This isn’t fair."
"..." Sumire didn’t argue further. She already knew these two were awful and shouldn’t have expected anything less.
She turned her back to them and quickly took off her track suit, then her bra and panties...
She could have tried to change into the bunny-girl outfit without taking off her track suit, but she knew these two wouldn’t be satisfied.
It was better to just get it over with and do it quickly, then they wouldn’t have anything to say.
Putting on the fishnets, bodysuit and bunny ears was easy.
The only thing left was... the bunny tail.
Sumire hesitated, her hands trembling as she held it.
"If Sensei doesn’t want to, we can cancel the deal, but... you’ve already co all this way, put on the bunny-girl outfit, and gone through all that preparation. You even gave your first kiss. If you give up now, all your efforts will be for nothing, and the chance to get closer to Ichika-san will slip through your fingers..."
Shuichi sounded like a demon, constantly whispering and tempting her.
"I know! Stop rushing ..." Sumire glared at him with hate, then walked toward the curtains, wanting to hide and change in private.
"No, you can’t. I want to see how you look putting it on." Shuichi leaned back in his chair, his legs crossed, looking relaxed.
"I knew it. You’re a total bastard, a wicked and shaless devil..."
Sumire resentfully let go of the curtain and walked back. She slowly crouched and held the bunny tail behind her.
"That’s not going to cut it, Sensei. You’re already doing it, why the bad attitude? If you’re nicer about it, I’ll be in a better mood and will be more invested in your situation."
"..." Sumire was so angry she felt like crying. She wanted to bite this bastard to death!
"Master is a real scumbag, isn’t he?" Tsuki said, watching with great interest.
Shuichi glared at her. "I’m not forcing her; she’s doing this voluntarily. And this is a necessary step to help her achieve her goal."
"Is Sensei really doing this voluntarily?" Tsuki blinked, looking at Sumire.
"Yes..." Sumire gritted out the word, using all her strength.
"I’m not just making stuff up, you know. What I said at your house last ti was all true," Shuichi said, a little exasperated. "To get close to Ichika-san, Sensei needs to get a lot weirder."
"You have to be very weird to get close to Ichika-san?" Tsuki mused. "Then it must be really easy for ."
"No, you’re just too perverted."
Shuichi rolled his eyes, seeing that Sumire still had a look that said, "Keep making things up." He felt helpless.
These days, no one believes you when you tell the truth.
"I’m ready. What else do you want?"
After stuffing the last of the padding into the outfit, Sumire had completed the bunny-girl cosplay, not just to the letter, but 200%.
"Co here, Sensei. I can’t see you clearly from over there."
Shuichi beckoned her. Sumire crossed her arms and awkwardly walked over.
On her face was a stubborn and wronged expression. The bare skin of her shoulders and collarbone was dazzlingly pale.
With the props, her figure beca more curvaceous, making her look a little alluring. Combined with her long legs, now encased in fishnets and restlessly rubbing against each other, she was a sight for sore eyes.
Shuichi’s gaze moved from top to bottom, carefully taking in every detail.
He had to admit, aside from her lack of curves, this female teacher’s skin tone was absolutely stunning and enticing.
He simply admired her, while Tsuki was in charge of taking photos. They worked together seamlessly and were having a great ti.
"Turn around and let see the back," Shuichi commanded.
Sumire’s heart trembled. Her body shaking slightly, she turned around, tightly gripping her left arm with her right hand.
"Can you... can you wiggle the tail a little?" Shuichi asked, staring at the small white fluff ball.
"Don’t... don’t go too far..." Sumire weakly resisted.
"Oh? Didn’t Sensei watch the president do it? To get your attention, she was really working hard to wag her tail," Shuichi said slowly.
"..." Sumire’s brain felt like it was on fire. She was burning up. "How can a bunny’s tail... wiggle?"
"That’s why I only asked you to move it," He countered logically.
Sumire had no reason to refuse. Enduring the intense sha, she tried to move it.
"How cute," Shuichi chuckled and reached out to grab the bunny tail.
Sumire froze. "Don’t... don’t touch it..." She pleaded.
Shuichi gave the tail a gentle tug, and Sumire had to move backward, all the way until she was pulled into his arms.
"Can’t you just let go?" Sumire felt just like before. Once he held her, she couldn’t move. Especially with her tail in his hand.
Shuichi smiled handsoly, blinking at her. "You’re actually enjoying it, aren’t you, Sensei? This cosplay ga?"
"I am not!" Sumire imdiately retorted.
"Then please look in the eye and say that everything you’re doing is only for Ichika-san, and you have not the slightest desire for it yourself."
Shuichi’s gaze was intense.
Sumire opened her mouth to prove it, but Shuichi cut her off. "Say it in Ichika-san’s na. You better be careful what you say, Sensei."
This was the final blow. It completely hit Sumire’s weak spot.
She stamred for a long ti, not daring to swear on her honor that everything she did was solely for Ichika.
With Shuichi pointing it out, she suddenly felt a wave of guilt. She felt like her admiration for Ichika wasn’t pure enough, and she was using her na to indulge her own desires!
How despicable of her...
"What are you thinking? Are you thinking you’re not pious enough and you’re letting Ichika-san down?" Shuichi pinched her chin, forcing her to look up.
"Am I... really shaless? I said everything was for Ichika-san, but now I’m doing this... It’s ridiculous, isn’t it?" Sumire’s lips trembled, feeling a little lost.
"This is a good thing. I told you the first ti we t Ichika-san. When you look up to soone, there will always be an insurmountable gap between you."
Shuichi’s finger traced her thin lips. "If you want to get closer to Ichika-san, this is the most important thing. You see her as a perfect person, which is just self-sabotage."
"But she is perfect..." Sumire was still insistent. "I’ve seen it for years."
"Is that right?" Shuichi chuckled. "Well, that’s up to you, Sensei. I’ve never thought she was perfect, and now I’m close enough to her, at least a lot closer than you are."
"..."
Sumire was suddenly insecure. The facts were right there. Her years of effort were nothing compared to Shuichi’s two weeks.
She had secretly checked with Ichika to see if Shuichi’s claims about their close relationship were true.
Ichika’s response surprised her even more—it wasn’t just about their closeness in terms of nas.
"Don’t worry, Sensei. You’ve co this far. As long as you listen to , I’ll definitely help you achieve your goal."
With that, Shuichi leaned down and kissed Sumire’s lips.
He had kissed her over and over. At this point, Sumire was too lazy to resist. As they kissed, she couldn’t help but ask, "You’re not allowed to lie to , or I’ll be very angry."
"I know how important Ichika-san is to you. If I lied to you about sothing like this, you wouldn’t let it go easily."
"Hmph... as long as you know..." Sumire let out a muffled groan as he pulled on the bunny tail.
"When I fulfill my promise, you won’t go back on your word, will you? You said I could do whatever I wanted..."
Shuichi moved, burying his face in the nape of her neck, lightly inhaling and kissing her skin.
"You’ve already bullied this much; what’s there to go back on?"
Sumire felt wronged. She had been pure for 26 years, and now she was giving it all to this little brat!
"Huh? We’ve barely started. We’ve only kissed and hugged. There are still so many things we haven’t done." Shuichi whispered, his breath warm against her ear.
"!!!"
Sumire’s heart skipped a beat. Her mind was filled with a torrent of images she couldn’t control. She couldn’t help but swallow, her legs instinctively clenching together.
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