"What kind of bullying?" Shuichi asked as he pulled her along, rubbing her soft, boneless palm while walking.
"It's… that kind of bullying…" Fumika whispered, her face flushed.
"Which kind? Be specific."
By the time Shuichi was teasing Fumika, they had reached the staircase.
Looking at the familiar stairs, he suddenly recalled that since their first encounter that day, he hadn't set foot here again.
Every time he reached the massage room, he couldn't move his feet any further, and then he'd be too busy to climb to the second floor.
It was like a brave hero storming a dragon's lair, only to be thoroughly defeated at the first hurdle, with no chance to venture deeper.
Seeing him distracted by the stairs, Fumika seized the chance to change the topic. "Chiba-kun, you still remember that day, right?"
"Of course I do." A new mischievous idea popped into Shuichi's mind. "By the way, could you, Fumika-san, reenact that day for me?"
"Huh? W-What do you mean?" Fumika asked, unsure.
"Just what you're thinking—let's recreate that day's scene," Shuichi said with a wicked grin.
Fumika, both embarrassed and amused, said, "Chiba-kun, you're such a tease. This kind of thing…"
"Just give it a try," Shuichi egged her on.
"Chiba-kun, you always tease me…" Though Fumika found it embarrassing, since the boy wanted to see it, she went along with it.
The two playfully tugged at each other as they went up to the second floor. Shuichi wrapped his arm around Fumika's soft waist, his hand mischievously wandering.
Pinching here, groping there.
It left Fumika increasingly weak.
Just a few steps, and she was already panting.
"We're here. Chiba-kun, please come in…" At the bedroom door, Fumika opened it, turned on the light, leaned against the doorframe, and invited him in with a flushed face.
Shuichi looked inside with interest. Compared to the Akiyama sisters' plain bedroom, the Ogawa sisters' room was far more romantic.
The decor details, the lighting ambiance, a faint fragrance, softly swaying sheer curtains, a pile of colorful soft pillows on the bed, and…
Stockings and underwear casually discarded on the carpet.
"Fumika-san, you're surprisingly messy. You don't even put away worn underwear," Shuichi said as he stepped forward to tidy up.
"No way… Those aren't worn. This morning, I was in a rush and messed up the wardrobe while looking for clothes, so I left them there," Fumika hurriedly explained.
"I thought I'd tidy up tonight, but I didn't expect Chiba-kun to suddenly want a tour…"
Shuichi picked up a pair of stockings and sniffed them. "They're clean, alright. Just the scent of laundry detergent."
Fumika's face turned red as she quietly pointed out, "Those are Sayuki's."
Shuichi looked up and winked. "Then don't tell, or Sayuki-san will definitely beat me up."
"Sayuki isn't that unreasonable…" Fumika said with a laugh.
"Then this must be yours, right? White lace. I haven't seen you wear it yet," Shuichi said, picking up a white lace piece.
"Um… Want me to wear it for you now?" Fumika nodded shyly.
"Next time. Today, I'd rather see you pop some buttons," Shuichi said, pressing the lace top to his face and sniffing it.
The gesture sent Fumika's heart racing like a startled deer.
After tidying up the underwear on the floor, Shuichi took a look at Fumika's wardrobe, clearly enjoying himself.
"Fumika-san, you don't seem to have any thongs? When are you getting one?" Shuichi asked, looking at her expectantly.
"Huh? Chiba-kun wants to see that? W-Well, I'll buy one later…"
Though Fumika thought it'd feel strange to wear, she'd already given him that kind of gift before, so it wasn't too hard to accept.
Looking at her curvaceous figure, Shuichi thought that with something like that, it might be hard to tell she was even wearing it without close inspection.
Maybe he'd have to use his hands to confirm she was actually wearing it.
The bedroom wasn't large, so the tour was soon over. Shuichi's gaze landed on a photo album on the bookshelf.
"Can I look? Are there any pictures of you as a kid?"
"There are, but don't laugh at me, Chiba-kun," Fumika said with a shy blush, reaching for the album and handing it to him.
Shuichi took it, sat on the carpet by the bed, and naturally beckoned to Fumika-san.
She sat beside him, leaning into his embrace as he held her.
One hand felt her soft body, savoring the present Fumika-san, while the other flipped through the album, exploring her past.
It was a wonderful feeling.
College-aged Fumika-san looked a bit more innocent than now, lacking some of her current mature charm.
Sayuki, on the other hand, hadn't changed much—still exuding an older-sister vibe.
In high school, Fumika-san seemed even shyer than now, always looking down bashfully, her JK uniform blouse and skirt stretched to the limit.
When he got to her middle school photos, Shuichi raised an eyebrow. "Fumika-san, your body was already this mature in middle school?"
Fumika's face was flushed, partly because she was enduring his wandering hand, her legs fidgeting restlessly, leaving her little focus for the photos.
Seeing the picture now, she grew even more embarrassed. "Um… Back then, everyone else was normal. Only Sayuki and I developed so dramatically. Doesn't it look weird?"
Looking at the photo, Shuichi couldn't help but lick his lips. Middle school Fumika-san, with her youthful face and full figure, wore her sailor uniform in a peculiarly striking way.
"What a pity. If only I'd met you earlier. If I'd known you like this as a kid…"
"Did Chiba-kun have such strange tastes even as a kid?" Fumika asked, half-laughing, half-exasperated.
"How is that strange?" Shuichi planted a firm kiss on her rosy lips, savoring the faintly sweet taste of her lipstick. "What's wrong with liking a girl with a great figure?"
"Is this really considered great? Isn't it too… exaggerated? Wouldn't smoother, more streamlined figures be better?" Fumika said, lacking confidence.
"That's a woman's perspective. Proper men don't think that way," Shuichi declared shamelessly, calling himself proper.
"By the way, do you still have your middle school sailor uniform, Fumika-san?"
Fumika bit her lip, immediately guessing his intentions. "I do… but I probably can't fit into it anymore."
"Wouldn't that be even better?" Shuichi's anticipation grew.
"Chiba-kun, you always have such weird ideas," Fumika said, biting her lip in embarrassment.
"Can't help it. I just have all sorts of strange ideas about you, want to do all sorts of strange things to you, and I'm always so excited about it. Next time, remember to wear it for me."
Shuichi chuckled, lowered his head, and continued flipping through the album.
When he reached the elementary school photos, Fumika-san's figure wasn't as pronounced, but it was still noticeably more developed than her peers.
However, Shuichi wasn't into anything too risky. He was more drawn to the stronger sense of inferiority and timidity on her face compared to now.
In contrast, young Sayuki's face in those photos was full of stubbornness and aggression, like a bristling kitten ready to scratch at any moment.
Looking at these photos, Fumika said with a hint of nostalgia, "In elementary school, because I developed early, I was often teased and bullied. As the older sister, I was completely useless, only knowing how to cry, while Sayuki had to protect me."
"Is that why Sayuki-san started working out?" Shuichi guessed immediately.
"Mm. Because she often got into fights with other kids to defend me, Sayuki worked hard to learn judo and kept training, saying she'd protect me forever."
Fumika smiled. "Back then, I told her it was impossible because when we grew up, I'd get married, and we'd have to part ways.
But Sayuki said, 'Then we'll just marry the same person, won't we?' I was so naive back then, I didn't see anything wrong with it and happily made a promise with her.
Thinking about it now, we were so innocently cute back then."
Shuichi's heart stirred, and he looked thoughtfully at young Sayuki in the photos.
So… the reason she never showed strong resistance to his flirting, and even seemed quite cooperative, stemmed from this?
After looking through the album for a while, Shuichi felt thoroughly satisfied and closed it, giving Fumika a meaningful glance.
She immediately understood, got up, and retrieved the same style of professional women's outfit from the wardrobe—white blouse, hip-hugging skirt, black pantyhose, and a women's blazer.
Shuichi sat there, tilting his head slightly, watching as Fumika changed in front of him.
The short-sleeved yukata slipped off, revealing her fair, curvaceous body. Shuichi knew every detail of this body intimately but still watched with rapt attention.
Especially when she put on the pantyhose—the taut arch of her foot, the pale skin of her legs gradually covered by the black silk—it was a feast for the eyes.
And most importantly, the final adjustments after dressing, those slightly improper little movements, left Fumika blushing with shame.
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As Fumika finished adjusting the tight blouse, the fabric strained slightly against her chest, the buttons pulling just enough to hint at the curves beneath. She smoothed the skirt over her hips, the black pantyhose accentuating every contour of her legs. Shuichi's gaze lingered, a playful smirk curling his lips as he leaned back on his hands, clearly enjoying the show.
"Fumika-san," He said, his voice low and teasing, "You're making it really hard to just sit here and watch."
Fumika's cheeks flushed deeper, her fingers fidgeting with the hem of her blazer. "Chiba-kun, don't say things like that… I'm already embarrassed enough."
"Embarrassed? You look perfect." He stood, closing the small distance between them, his hand brushing against her waist. The touch was light but deliberate, sending a shiver through her. "Let's see how well this outfit holds up."
Before she could protest, his fingers found the top button of her blouse, popping it open with a deft flick. Her breath hitched, eyes widening as she instinctively clutched at the fabric. "Chiba-kun!"
"What? Just testing the durability," He teased, his other hand sliding to her hip, pulling her gently against him. The warmth of his body pressed through the thin layers of her outfit, and she felt her resolve weakening under his mischievous gaze.
Fumika bit her lip, torn between shyness and the fluttering heat building inside her. "You're impossible," She murmured, but her hands didn't push him away. Instead, they rested lightly on his chest, fingers curling into his shirt.
Encouraged, Shuichi leaned in, capturing her lips in a slow, deliberate kiss. The faint taste of her lipstick mingled with the warmth of her breath, and he deepened the kiss, one hand sliding up her back to tangle in her hair. She melted into him, a soft whimper escaping as his other hand traced the curve of her thigh, fingers brushing the edge of her pantyhose.
The tight skirt rode up slightly as he guided her backward, her calves brushing against the edge of the bed. With a gentle push, she sat, looking up at him with a mix of nervousness and anticipation. Shuichi knelt before her, his hands gliding along her legs, savoring the silky texture of the pantyhose. "These look even better up close," He murmured, pressing a kiss to her knee before trailing higher.
Fumika's breath grew uneven, her hands gripping the bedspread as his fingers hooked into the waistband of her pantyhose. "Chiba-kun, we… we shouldn't…" She whispered, but her voice lacked conviction.
"Shouldn't?" He paused, looking up at her with a wicked grin. "But you're not stopping me, Fumika-san."
Her face burned, but she didn't protest further as he slowly peeled the pantyhose down, exposing the soft skin of her thighs. His hands were warm, teasing, as they explored her, each touch igniting sparks that made her squirm. When his lips followed, pressing soft kisses along her inner thigh, she gasped, her head tipping back as her body arched instinctively.
Shuichi took his time, savoring every reaction—every tremble, every stifled moan. He guided her back onto the bed, the professional outfit now disheveled, her blouse half-unbuttoned and skirt bunched at her hips. His hands roamed freely, teasing her through the thin fabric of her underwear before slipping beneath, drawing a sharp cry from her lips.
"Chiba-kun…" She gasped, her voice a mix of plea and surrender as he found the most sensitive spots, his touch both gentle and relentless. The room filled with the sound of her ragged breathing, her body responding eagerly despite her earlier hesitation.
He leaned over her, kissing her deeply as his fingers worked, coaxing her closer to the edge. Her hands clutched at his shoulders, nails digging in as she trembled beneath him, her soft moans growing louder until they broke into a shuddering cry. Shuichi held her through it, his lips brushing her ear as he whispered, "That's my Fumika."
As she lay there, flushed and breathless, he pulled her into his arms, the remnants of her outfit clinging haphazardly to her body. Fumika buried her face in his chest, half-embarrassed, half-content. "You're too much, Chiba-kun," She mumbled, her voice muffled.
"And you love it," He replied, chuckling as he kissed the top of her head, already thinking about the next time he'd get her to "reenact" something for him.
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