"Oh, I'm terribly sorry, I forgot to introduce myself. Please, don't use formal language with me—it's honestly overwhelming. I'm Reiko Shirakawa, the one who's been bothering you these past couple of days. I was truly out of line before, causing you trouble. Please, I beg you, don't hold it against my husband. I'm so, so sorry…"
Fumika felt a bit flustered. Though it seemed almost unbelievable, she quickly pieced it together—this had to be related to the young man clinging to her, nuzzling affectionately in her arms. Otherwise, how could it be that right after he fiddled with his phone for a bit, an apology call came through?
'He resolved such a troublesome issue so effortlessly… How impressive…' Despite his youth, he was incredibly dependable. In that moment, Fumika's heart fluttered again, practically melting with affection.
To other women, a man might need to be the type who could solve any problem in a pinch and shower them with care and attention. But for Fumika, such expectations were a luxury she didn't dare dream of. A little gentleness was more than enough—even if she had to support him financially, she wouldn't mind. What was happening now far surpassed anything she'd ever imagined.
"What, a phone apology and that's it? Tell her to come grovel in person, kowtow at your feet. If that's not enough to satisfy you, you could even step on her head, Fumika-san—no one would mind."
Shuichi, listening nearby, had already pieced together the situation. 'Probably the butler went straight for Reiko Shirakawa's husband,' he thought. 'That's why this so-called "high-society lady" is panicking.' A classic move—'You wouldn't want your husband's career to take a hit, would you?'
At this point, she'd do anything to make it right.
"That's a bit much, don't you think…?" Fumika was startled by the suggestion. Stepping on someone's head? She could never do something so cruel.
"Not at all. You're just too soft-hearted, Fumika-san. With people who prey on the weak and fear the strong, there's no need to hold back. Do whatever feels good to vent your anger."
Shuichi egged her on with a mischievous grin. Truth be told, he was curious to see Fumika's dominant side—it'd probably be quite the sight.
Fumika, clearly conflicted, let out a soft whimper as she hugged his head tighter, her mind a tangled mess, unsure of what to do. But she wasn't the one in the worst spot. On the other end of the line, Reiko was the one truly panicking.
Her husband stood nearby, glaring daggers at her, practically itching to kick her. 'Why couldn't she just stay home and behave? Why did she have to go looking for thrills? What a mess! Stirring up this much trouble! The company's practically ruined!'
"Sis could never do something like that," Sayuki sighed, feeling a pang of sympathy for her older sister. She stood up and took the phone. "I'm Sayuki Ogawa. Let's put this matter to rest. Don't bother us again, or you know the consequences now."
The other side erupted in a flurry of relieved gratitude, the whole family breathing a collective sigh of relief.
"If Fumika-san can't do it, how about you, Sayuki-san? Stepping on someone's head, looking all queenly and commanding?" Shuichi asked expectantly as Sayuki hung up.
"Oh, sure. Want me to step on you?" Sayuki shot back with a sly, teasing smirk.
Shuichi wasn't the innocent boy he used to be. Thanks to Tsuki, his moral boundaries had noticeably slipped. Her words actually sparked a flicker of excitement in him.
Sayuki caught him seriously considering it and raised an eyebrow. 'This pervert… does he actually have that kind of fetish?'
Just then, her phone buzzed—not Fumika's this time, but her own. Sayuki glanced at the unfamiliar number on the screen and looked suspiciously at Shuichi. "Don't tell me…"
Shuichi, busy with something else, spared a moment to reply, "Fumika-san's side was causing a big stir, so I figured your side couldn't be completely problem-free either. So, I took care of it all at once."
Sayuki's gaze softened, a warm feeling spreading through her chest, though she tried to suppress the smile tugging at her lips. "My side wasn't that big of a deal, but… thanks anyway."
She answered the call, and sure enough, it was another woman. Just as Sayuki was about to speak, Shuichi flashed a wicked grin and pressed both sides of a pendant die.
Instantly, two strange sounds filled the air: Fumika's sultry moan and Sayuki's stifled grunt.
"Sayuki-san, tell her to come grovel and step on her head," Shuichi teased with a mischievous glint in his eye.
Sayuki shot him a withering glare, thinking, 'Just you wait—I'll step on your head later!'
Clamping her thighs together, she fought to keep her voice steady and calm. "If this is about an apology, there's no need to say more. It's over. Don't come bothering us again."
"Eh? I'm truly, deeply sorry. Please, allow me to visit in person with my sincerest apologies—"
Sayuki's patience was wearing thin. "Was I not clear enough?" She snapped coldly.
"Y-Yes, I understand. I'm sorry for the trouble…"
The woman launched into another barrage of polite apologies, dragging the conversation on. Sayuki, already at her limit, didn't bother listening to the end and hung up abruptly.
As she let out a small sigh of relief, starting to feel the heat, she looked up. In the brief moment she'd turned away, the other two had somehow started a massage session. This time, it wasn't Shuichi lying down—it was her sister.
Shuichi let out a satisfied sigh, his whole body tingling with pleasure. Fumika's massage skills were getting better by the day. His cock inside her pussy.
"Mmm… Shuichi-kun… as long as you like it…" Fumika murmured, her hands working skillfully, reminiscent of the time she'd tried to pop her blouse buttons with a bold move.
Sayuki watched the scene, feeling a growing heat of her own. She was about to tease her sister when Fumika's phone buzzed again.
"Sis, um… your phone," Sayuki said, still struggling to keep her own composure but edging closer with a mischievous glint.
"Uh… Sayuki…" Fumika panted, her face flushed a deep crimson, her eyes so watery they could reflect someone's silhouette. "Could you… answer it for me? I'm a bit… mmph… busy."
"Clearly," Sayuki said with a wry nod, marveling at how much her sister had loosened up.
"Don't just… stare, okay?"
Fumika bit her lip, still a bit shy, though she wasn't as resistant as before as long as no one was gawking.
Sayuki rolled her eyes. "You ask for my help and then complain? You're too much, Sis."
Fumika lowered her head guiltily, stammering but unable to find words, and finally closed her mouth, conceding defeat.
Sayuki, wobbling a bit herself, hurried back to sit down, resuming her role as the "receptionist" for these apologetic women.
Sure, she could've ignored the calls—after all, the other side was the desperate one—but… it was kind of thrilling to answer them.
…
After what felt like an eternity, Sayuki finally dealt with all the calls. There might be more later, but for tonight, it seemed done.
"Honestly, I'm a bit shocked. I knew you were impressive, but I didn't expect this level of impressive," She said, her eyes glinting with something unreadable as she looked at Shuichi.
This little flirt was more than he seemed—a scion of some powerful family, perhaps? No aristocratic arrogance, no flaunting his background, living modestly, even frugally, to an almost unbelievable degree.
"Looks like you don't know me as well as you thought, Sayuki-san. Fumika-san knows best just how impressive I can be, right?"
Shuichi teased, brushing his fingers against Fumika's flushed, sweat-dampened cheek. She gazed back at him, her expression dazed, murmuring unconsciously, "Mmm… Shuichi-kun… so impressive…"
Sayuki scoffed. "Is that what I meant?"
"Then what?"
"I mean your background seems even more powerful than I imagined, and you never even mentioned it." Sayuki's feelings were a tangled mix.
"What's there to brag about? I care more about Fumika-san's kind of praise."
Shuichi leaned down, planting a gentle kiss on Fumika's sweat-slicked forehead.
"With a single message, you made all these women quake in their boots. With that kind of influence, getting any woman you want must be easy, huh?"
"What's that supposed to mean, Sayuki-san?" Shuichi stretched, feeling refreshed, and slipped on a sports jacket.
"Nothing." People are drawn to others' strengths, and Sayuki was no exception.
"Are you doubting what I told Fumika-san? I wasn't kidding—I really did give my first time to her.
And it's true I wasn't popular in school. If you don't believe me, you can ask around. It's easy to verify."
"That's not what I meant."
Sayuki glanced at her sister, who was practically a puddle of bliss, barely conscious. Licking her lips, she stepped closer to Shuichi, gripping his arm tightly.
In a low, sultry voice, she whispered, "With your kind of power, marrying multiple women wouldn't be hard, would it?"
Shuichi's eyes widened. Truth be told, it was doable—change citizenship, move to a country that allows polygamy, and it'd be simple. Was Sayuki still hung up on that childhood promise with her sister?
Before he could respond, Sayuki let out a light laugh.
"Just kidding. Don't take it so seriously. I'm not planning to marry into some big-shot family—too many rules. Marriage itself isn't exactly thrilling anyway."
For a moment, she'd spoken impulsively, but now she felt a bit embarrassed, like she'd come off as scheming to snag a rich husband.
Shuichi caught her unease and grinned. "No worries, I won't misunderstand. I can guess what you're thinking, Sayuki-san."
"Oh? Enlighten me," She said, raising an eyebrow.
"You said that because of the promise you made with Fumika-san when you were kids, right?" Shuichi smiled knowingly.
Sayuki arched a brow, giving him a sidelong glance. "No wonder you're so bold, flirting with me like that. Fumika-nee already told you, huh?"
"Nope, I only found out a few days ago. Didn't stop me from flirting before that."
"Such a bold little pervert… Come with me…" Sayuki grabbed his hand and pulled him out of the room.
As the door clicked shut, Fumika's long lashes fluttered faintly on the massage table.
…
Showing off in front of others worked wonders. Both Fumika and Sayuki were so touched that they were extra passionate today. The only problem was his stamina—and his wallet—could barely keep up.
That greedy system always charged for the same issue multiple times. The gym and the salon counted as two separate services, costing him 200,000 yen in one go. If his parents, who were abroad and rarely visited, hadn't given him a lump sum for living expenses, he'd have been broke long ago.
Even so, his savings were down to less than 100,000 yen, and his monthly salary wasn't due until next Friday—five whole days away, not counting today!
He could only hope no more issues popped up, or he'd have to max out his credit card, sell his prized collectibles, or even borrow money. A fallen boy borrowing from well-meaning ladies or teachers, only to be thoroughly teased and tormented?
Hmm…
That didn't sound like such a bad scenario…
Shuichi suddenly wasn't in a rush anymore, even feeling a bit excited. The one most likely to "bully" him right now would probably be Sumire. Would Tsuki try something spicy too? Though, she probably didn't have much cash to lend, so it wouldn't be her turn.
Of course, draining his wallet came with rewards. Both Fumika and Sayuki were deeply moved, and their sense of belonging to him had skyrocketed.
[Fumika Ogawa, Sense Of Belonging: 90]
[Sayuki Ogawa, Sense Of Belonging: 90]
[Tamako Akiyama, Sense Of Belonging: 80]
[Ichika Kitagawa, Sense Of Belonging: 40]
[Current Monthly Salary: 3,100,000 yen]
He wondered what would happen when their sense of belonging hit 100… Either way, he was one step closer to fully inheriting the shopping district, right? A major milestone was likely just around the corner.
Lost in thought, Shuichi slipped into the flower shop. He made his way upstairs with practiced ease, stripping off his clothes as he went. By now, this routine felt second nature.
Like how he'd sweet-talked Sumire, he was subtly but profoundly influenced by the people around him.
Stepping into the living room, he was about to call out when he noticed Ichika, seemingly asleep. She lay naked on the sofa, hands folded delicately over her abdomen, her sleeping face serene and breathtakingly beautiful.
Her flawless, alabaster body glowed softly under the dim light, radiating an almost otherworldly allure. This scene belonged in a fairy tale like Sleeping Beauty—not here.
Shuichi instinctively lightened his steps, slowing his breathing as he approached quietly. He crouched beside the sofa, taking in every detail up close. From her smooth, pale forehead to her exquisite features, perfect whether apart or together.
His gaze lingered on her lush, rosy lips, their delicate texture almost hypnotic up close, drawing him into a trance.
His eyes wandered downward, savoring every curve and contour, each detail more mesmerizing than the last. He couldn't help but marvel inwardly. 'No wonder Nagase-sensei is so obsessed with her. She's just too perfect, no matter how you look at her!'
Her skin tone, her texture, every curve and shape—it was all impossibly flawless.
Pale where it should be pale, rosy where it should be rosy, full where it should be full, and slender where it should be slender.
But…
His gaze shifted back slightly. Something disrupted the perfect scene—a conspicuous lanyard.
Removing it might wake her, so after a moment's thought, Shuichi grabbed a flower and gently placed it on her abdomen.
'Much better. Harmonious now. And somehow, even more beautiful.'
"Is Shuichi-kun treating me like a flower vase?"
Ichika's refined voice broke the silence, tinged with a lazy, just-woken charm that was undeniably seductive.
Shuichi turned to her, unfazed. "Sorry for waking you. You looked so beautiful asleep, I couldn't help but want to place flowers on you. It felt like it'd make you even more captivating."
"Looks like Shuichi-kun's creative side is stirring. Want to keep going?"
Ichika gave a faint smile, sensing his sincerity. He must've been struck by some artistic inspiration. She herself sometimes got lost staring at flowers, suddenly envisioning the perfect arrangement.
Shuichi was tempted to continue, but he shook his head. "Nah, I've lost the feeling I had just now."
"Because I moved? Broke the static picture?"
Ichika picked up the flower, propped herself up, and glanced down, realization dawning. "I see. You wanted to cover this lanyard with the flower."
"Exactly." Shuichi's eyes followed to the lanyard.
"It ruins the perfect picture, doesn't it?" Ichika said calmly, without a trace of pride—just stating a fact. Her sleeping form was perfection itself.
"It does feel a bit… off," Shuichi admitted honestly.
Ichika flashed a rare, playful smirk. "Then I'll keep it on. I'm quite happy being a little imperfect."
"Only you could get away with saying something that cheeky, Ichika-san," Shuichi said with a helpless chuckle, unable to tear his eyes away. The lanyard was just too eye-catching.
"A perfect god or an ordinary person fits their role just fine. But a perfect human? That's just a recipe for misery."
Ichika mused casually, then shifted topics to a small gift. "Speaking of, I think I'm starting to understand the appeal of… those things. No wonder so many people are into it. I tried it last night, and today I got a bit hooked. I even wore myself out and fell asleep just now."
She spoke so openly, as if discussing something as mundane as yoga.
"Glad I could help, Ichika-san," Shuichi said, his throat dry. How long had she been at it today to tire herself out like that…?
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