Having taken a rare midday nap, Shuichi Chiba ate dinner, rested briefly, and then changed into workout clothes, heading proactively to the gym.
When he arrived, Sayuki Ogawa was sitting on the stairs, fiddling with her phone. Shuichi approached, leaning on the railing beside her, looking down to admire the view.
A yoga tank top—snug, accentuating rounded curves, and barely there—really was something else.
Especially…
Hmm?
Shuichi blinked, double-checking. He was pretty sure he hadn't misseen…
"Like what you see?" Sayuki asked without looking up, a strange taste lingering in her mouth, prompting her to lick her lips.
"It's great, but Sayuki-san being so generous all of a sudden makes me a bit uneasy," Shuichi said, eyes locked on her.
"You? Uneasy?" Sayuki looked up, her smile teasing.
"So, does that mean I can touch?" Shuichi reached out.
Smack—Sayuki swatted his eager hand away, rolling her eyes seductively. "The view's to motivate you to train harder."
"So, double the training plan today? I'm game."
With each day of training, Shuichi was improving rapidly. What felt grueling yesterday was much easier today.
He'd touched plenty of Sayuki's most enticing features—her thighs and nearby areas—but this spot, he'd yet to experience firsthand.
"Not just extra reps, but new exercises too."
Sayuki was all about seizing the moment. Without wasting words, she grabbed him and headed for the gym equipment.
Shuichi barely had time to react before he was "forcibly" dragged along.
"Ow, easy, Sayuki-san! Your grip's too strong!" Shuichi grimaced.
Sayuki let go, pointing at the pull-up bar. "Pull-ups. You know how, right?"
Shuichi adjusted his pants, brimming with enthusiasm. "Yeah. Same plan as usual? Two sets, twenty each?"
Sayuki's lips curled into a sly smile, shaking her head.
Shuichi, thinking she wasn't satisfied, upped the ante. "Double it then?"
Sayuki shook her head again.
"Weighted and doubled?" Shuichi said, a bit hesitant.
Seeing his expression, Sayuki grinned meaningfully. "You decide how many."
"I decide?"
Shuichi thought, Is this the same drill sergeant who squeezes every last drop of energy out of me before letting me go?
Sayuki didn't elaborate. She pulled out a small bottle—it looked like essential oil, probably from Fumika-san.
Standing on the other side of the pull-up bar, she opened the cap, raised her hand…
Her eyes shimmered, as if conveying something, or perhaps teasing.
The oil was applied generously, dripping onto her striking abs, then trickling lower.
Sayuki seemed oblivious, stepping forward just half a step, positioning herself right under the bar, squinting at Shuichi.
"Show me… your limit."
Who could resist that?
Shuichi's morale skyrocketed. He stepped right up to her, their bodies nearly touching.
He went on his toes, grabbed the bar, and… instead of pulling himself up, he blinked and said, "These pants are in the way. They're messing with my performance."
Sayuki shot him a sultry glance, then helped remove the offending clothes, even adjusting his posture.
Now free of distractions, Shuichi focused on the exercise, effortlessly pulling himself up, tuning into every sensation in his body.
"Just do standard pull-ups. No need to go so high," Sayuki said.
Her yoga tank was nearly flipped up, and her jaw was starting to ache. Half-annoyed, half-amused, she smacked his butt.
"Little boys really have no resistance to this stuff, huh? So obsessed?"
"It's 'cause Sayuki-san's gorgeous that I'm obsessed," Shuichi managed to say, nearly flipping her tank again.
"No talking! Keep your breathing rhythm!" Sayuki snapped, rolling her eyes. "Lose the rhythm, and you'll burn out. The workout will be pointless."
Shuichi thought, Rhythm's definitely the key. This is specialized training alright…
One, two, three…
His mind was consumed with slick warmth, losing track of how many pull-ups he'd done. Arm soreness? What was that?
Though Sayuki-san's abs felt surprisingly springy—not as hard as he'd imagined.
The sensation at her jaw… oof, that was something else.
He wasn't counting pull-ups, but Sayuki was—sort of. Her counting was a mess: one-two, then one-two again; three-four, then up-down. Total chaos, her brain a mushy blur.
Humans have limits, after all. Shuichi had only been training for a week, with a day off in between. Even with buffs, he wasn't some tireless machine.
His arms grew sorer, muscles weakening. Pulling himself up became harder, slower.
But the slowness, beyond making it more taxing, brought a different sensation from the earlier speed—surprisingly more thrilling.
"Alright, if you're tired, rest. We'll do the second set later. I'm not going anywhere," Sayuki said, regaining some clarity. She patted her flushed cheeks and stepped back.
Her yoga tank got tugged up briefly before snapping back. She shivered, smoothing out the crumpled mess.
Shuichi, cooled by the air, calmed down too. He let go of the bar, collapsing onto the floor, panting heavily.
"Sayuki-san's such a demon, coming up with a trick like this."
Sayuki crossed her arms, scoffing. "Tailored teaching, and you call me a demon?"
"No, not complaining. I'm saying keep it coming—I'm all in for this," Shuichi said lazily.
"…" Sayuki rolled her pretty eyes, her arms tightening slightly.
That feeling…
It wasn't just the little punk who liked it. She found it oddly addictive too.
Though, if she had to pick, the morning session… mm…
Sayuki suddenly felt the urge to use the smart toilet again. That massage function was… something special.
After a brief rest, Shuichi started the second set of pull-ups, still not counting, just going until he was utterly spent.
*
Training done, Shuichi felt like his arms were useless. Sayuki carried him to the salon.
Dumped onto the massage table, he looked at Fumika pleadingly. "My arms are dead today. Can't hug you, Fumika-san. Can you hug me instead?"
Fumika's cheeks flushed as she glanced at her sister, but she didn't refuse. She leaned down, cradling his head in her arms.
Sayuki's eyelid twitched at the sight—not out of jealousy, but because her sister was getting bolder, barely bothering to hide things anymore.
Would she eventually not care even if Sayuki watched outright?
It felt a bit… depraved.
"Fumika-san, I'm suffocating a bit," Shuichi's muffled voice came.
Fumika hurriedly sat up, blushing. "Um, should I help Chiba-kun bathe first?"
She stole a glance at her sister. At noon, she'd asked if Sayuki was upset, but Sayuki had just said she understood, without elaborating.
Fumika still wasn't sure what her sister really thought.
But no anger was a relief.
"I'm heading next door. Play upstairs or here, whatever. No one's interrupting," Sayuki said, as if just realizing, and left.
Once the massage room door closed, Shuichi grinned, lying there and looking at Fumika. "I'm a bit thirsty, Fumika-san. Can you feed me some water?"
Fumika understood, getting up to fetch water and returning to feed him.
"Did you miss me today, Fumika-san?" Shuichi asked after quenching his thirst.
"Mmm… my heart's been itching… always thinking of Chiba-kun," Fumika said, hand over her chest, her gaze so tender it could melt.
"Then let me scratch that itch. Arms aren't working, so I'll have to use other methods," Shuichi said, licking his lips.
"Please do, Chiba-kun," Fumika said, blushing. She shyly untied her kimono-style bathrobe, revealing her most stunning features.
Shuichi's eyes widened, but aside from a thin string at her waist, there was nothing…
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